Chapter 8 Rose Manor (7) The First Death
Qisi smacked the emotions in his screams and said the conclusion he already knew without changing his face: "The person is dead."
" Dead... dead?" Lin Chen looked at Qisi with a white face, "Didn't you say that you can't open a blind box?"
"But it's a pity that rational people are only a minority in the group. ." Qisi had already walked to the door and pushed it out. "Lin Chen, are you interested in going and taking a look?"
He has seen a lot of dead people, but he encountered life and death in a strange game. A novel experience.
He was curious about what it was like to die in a weird game.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, the strong smell of blood hit my face. It briefly overwhelmed the fragrance of flowers and mixed with the original disgusting aroma in the air into a sweet and greasy smell. , sticky clusters all over the body.
Qisi lowered his head and saw a pool of paint-like blood on the ground a few centimeters in front of his toes. It was half-solidified, and the surface was uneven like magma. It was dripping lifelessly on the ground. The soles of his shoes were not soiled.
Lin Chen also saw the blood on the ground. The next second, he let out a high-pitched scream, like a rooster whose neck was stepped on.
He jumped up while shouting. If Qiss hadn't dodged in time, he would have been hanging on Qiss.
"You go back first." Qisi stroked the bracelet on his right wrist and said as calmly as possible, "If you want to vomit, remember to clean up after yourself."
Lin Chen, as if he had been pardoned, turned around and rushed back to the room. , followed by a gurgling sound of vomiting.
The source of the blood was in the center of the flat floor, where a dark shadow suddenly lay. Zou Yan and Ye Zi were looking around the mass.
Qisi carefully followed the edge of the blood stain, walked over, and finally saw clearly what was on the ground.
It was a corpse with blurred flesh and blood and an unidentifiable appearance. It was naked and curled up into a ball. The skin on the surface was cut into small pieces by messy lines, and fluffy tentacles sprouted from the flesh. Look carefully. Go, it is clearly the rhizome of the plant.
Blooming roses spurted from the corpse's wide-open mouth, and the thick stems and leaves attached to the back were inserted straight into the throat, as if the head was used as a flower pot for planting.
Zou Yan and Ye Zi lined up on both sides, both of them relatively calm. Except for the scream from whom they didn't know who it was at the beginning, there was no evidence to show their fear.
Ye Zi said to herself: "Someone died on the first night. I don't know what rules were violated..."
Her eyes felt a bit sad: "This death "It's really miserable."
"Brother Shen is the one who died," Qisi judged, "he is 183-185 centimeters tall and has a medium build, which is basically the same as Brother Shen."
Ye Zi retorted like a reflex: "Even if this is the case, it may not be him..."
Qisi remained silent, minding his own business and squatted down in front of the body, taking out the food from his pocket that he had left on the dining table yesterday. Shun wrapped his right hand with a napkin and gently touched the rose petals that were stained scarlet with blood.
The forearm-long rose was carefully pushed aside by him, and the thick, semi-coagulated blood flowed out slowly.
Zou Yan looked at his movements with a strange expression: "Qisi, what are you doing?"
Qisi said lightly: "Didn't I tell you that I am a taxidermist? , I am a professional counterpart in dealing with corpses.”
Zou Yan: ...This professional has a wide range of contacts. Are the specimens you make serious?
While speaking, Qisi closed the corpse's jaw with a snap of his joints, and touched the remains of the deceased with his long, white fingers. Like magic, they slid and jumped on the corpse's face, and soon the bloody face was The broken face was barely put together into a human shape, and Shen Ming's face appeared in front of the three people.
The identity of the deceased was now finalized. Zou Yan took a breath, and Ye Zi's face immediately turned as pale as paper, no better than a corpse.
"How is it possible?" The girl's voice sounded bitter, "Brother Shen doesn't deserve to die, he is...he is an old player..."
Qisi asked back: "With Brother Shen, Chang Xu in the room is also an old player, isn’t he? ”
He wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, raised his eyelids and looked around: "Where's Chang Xu? He lives in the same room as Brother Shen. Not to mention rescuing him easily, he should know something even if it doesn't work."
People can make associations, and these words left ample room for suggestion and inducement.
Zi Zi murmured: "Brother Shen is an old player. No matter what happens, he will never fail to survive the first day, unless..."
The subsequent words were swallowed by her. The last second, the door in the corner was opened from the inside, revealing Chang Xu's figure.
He was neatly dressed in black clothes. It was obvious that he had just woken up, or it was unclear how long he had been awake and how much he had heard. Qisi squinted his eyes and looked at Chang Xu's gloomy face, which looked like he had not seen the light all year round, and asked with a half-smile: "You don't know anything about Brother Shen's death, do you?"
"It's normal for you to doubt me, but Shen Ming's death does have nothing to do with me." Chang Xu's voice was cold and calm, as if he didn't hear the guilt in Qisi's words at all, "Last night, suspected Miss Anna's NPC knocked on our door. Shen Ming woke up and wanted to open the door. I made a noise while blocking him. Then, the door was opened from the outside, and a strange vine-like thing stretched out."
The concise narrative gives people a feeling of indifference. Combined with Chang Xu's expressionless face, people can't help but feel chilled.
Zi Zi asked coldly: "Why did nothing happen to you after he died?"
Chang Xu replied concisely: "They can't defeat me, they can only change the target and put Shen Ming Drag out.”
"Didn't you want to pull him?"
"I pulled him once, but I didn't. I estimated the balance of strength. If I pull him again, he will be torn in half."< br>
"These are just your one-sided words..."
Seeing the tense situation, Zou Yan made a timely rescue: "Stop talking, the person is dead, and there is no use in doubting each other now. This is a team copy. , I don’t think there is any need for Chang Xu to deliberately harm Shen Ming.”
Zi Zi sneered three times and said in a fierce tone: “Team copy? There is no team in this game! We are all old players. Knowing the 'guaranteed number of deaths' mechanism, as long as enough people die, the remaining people can pass the level safely and even get more rewards. Who knows if any of us have this intention?"
Qiss listened quietly on the side, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Last night’s question was answered. I didn’t expect that a weird game would actually have such a mechanism full of Gu-raising colors.
Fortunately, he lives in isolation and treats all games as a zero-sum game. He doesn't need a reason to harm people. As long as he gets the chance, he will happily stab other players in the back.
For him, the situation has not changed much.
Zou Yan pulled Ye Zi’s sleeves and persuaded earnestly: "Rule 7, only ghosts can kill humans. At least in this copy, players cannot kill each other."
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Ye Zi said solemnly: "Who said we have to do it ourselves? We just need to hide a few clues and borrow the power of ghosts..."
Chang Xu had been looking down at the corpse on the ground before, but now he suddenly raised his eyes, coldly Staring coldly into Ye Zi's eyes: "You know a lot about how to harm people."
Ye Zi: "To each other."
Qisi stood aside, taking a leisurely look at what was in front of him. farce.
These players seem to have secrets, and they involve a lot of things.
The forces in the strange game are probably complicated and have evolved into a variety of game models, which are more difficult to deal with than he imagined, and... interesting.
Chang Xu glanced at Ye Zi lightly, said nothing, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Qisi looked at his back, smiled to himself, and followed him.
"Chang Xu, I have a question. How did you determine the specific time after you woke up last night? You obviously violated the second rule, why did you survive?"
He deliberately muddied the water, making insinuations from all angles, and pushing out an unlucky guy to bear everyone's suspicions.
At this moment, he pretended to hesitate and asked the last question: "Do you know something, or - have any other means?"
Chang Xu said nothing and took out something from his arms. A pocket watch was thrown to Zeiss.
The moment I took the simple copper watch into my hands, a slight coolness penetrated into my skin, and lines of prompt text appeared in front of my eyes.
[Name: Destiny Pocket Watch (Broken)]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: Mark objective time]
[Note: The God of Destiny has long established the following concept: punctuality is a good quality, especially after the contract is established]
(End of this chapter )