Chapter 43: Carnivorous (15) Suspicions
When Qisi followed Zhu Ling and Zhang Lizai back to Granny Su's house, Yang Yundong and his party had not arrived yet.
The pale sun fell far away on the distant horizon in the west, almost swallowed by the fog. And before it was completely submerged in the white mist, the vast mist was like rice paper wiped with a paper towel soaked in water, diluting, diluting, and dispersing inch by inch.
The boundary in the west of the village is like a relic from ancient times. Once it was unsealed, the materials that formed the blockade did not disappear out of thin air. The clouds rushed away like wild horses, weaving mist on the road to the east of the village, and gray-white smoke gradually rose.
Qisi crossed the threshold and his eyes fell on the corner where Lu Keliang's body originally lay.
The newly dead body now only has a bare skeleton, with not a single strand of flesh remaining on it, as smooth and clean as if it had been licked and sucked by a group of carnivorous creatures.
The surface of the skull glowed with a fresh milky white color, shining brightly in the dusk light. Qiss, who was used to seeing bone sculptures, could not help but sigh softly: "It's so beautiful."< br>
He looked at it for a while and moved closer.
Zhou Yilin was sitting next to the skeleton, wiping tears silently. Hearing the footsteps, she started to cry: "I want to move Uncle Lu to a place...I don't know how it ended up like this..."
Qisi said "oh" and restrained himself. With a wandering mind, he stepped on the dry land and walked deeper into the house.
Su Po just came out of the main room with a smile.
Even though it was certain that the old woman had been dead for a long time, Qisi still looked as normal and asked politely: "Is there a place where I can wash up here?"
Su Po was stunned.
Then she listened to the young man in front of her say one word: "I want to take a bath."
Ten minutes later, Qisi stood in the woodshed and finally took off his clothes covered in sweat as he wished. A shirt and trousers of slime and dust, and soaked oneself in a tub filled with hot water.
He scooped up water and poured it over his head. His eyes, blurred by the water drops, became clear and blurry for a while.
Suddenly he saw his hooded eyes and the contours of his face that were so soft that no lines could be distinguished. A strange feeling grew at the bottom of his mind. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face. , slightly cool to the touch.
"Chang Xu, you don't have a change of clothes, do you? I found some in the house..." Zhou Yilin's timid voice came from outside the door, "I put them on the window frame for you."
His thoughts were interrupted. Qisi was stunned for a second, then he lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."
Hearing the sound of Zhou Yilin's footsteps disappearing, he stood up and walked out of the barrel. He reached out and picked up the seemingly neat white clothes and black pants on the window frame, dusted them off, and put them on himself silently.
During the movement, his fingers seemed to touch something, and Qisi frowned and took out the note from his clothes.
The note was made of the same material as the travel brochure, with a very dark ink mark drawn with a black pen on it, the meaning of which was unclear.
Noisy voices sounded outside the door. It should be that Yang Yundong and others were back.
Qisi half-squinted his eyes, pushed open the door of the woodshed, and looked up to see Yang Yundong, who was carrying a tattooed woman on his back in the middle of the door, and his gloomy face.
On the way back to the house, there was no need for defense anymore, so Yang Yundong took over from Zhao Feng and carried the tattooed girl on his back. He did not show much fatigue along the way, but there was a trace of obvious sadness in his eyes.
He said in a deep voice: "I can't get in. The door of the ancestral hall is closed. It says it's only open in the morning."
Zhao Feng, who was following behind, nodded, indicating that what the former said was correct.
Compared to the time when she was at the village chief's house, the tattooed woman's body changes have worsened. Her legs hang down weakly, hanging softly on Yang Yundong's waist like the tentacles of a mollusk, moving toward Flesh-colored mucus dripped from the bottom.
She was already unconscious, muttering nonsense like "I'm not afraid of you guys" in her mouth, and she didn't know what she had encountered in the deep nightmare.
She is obviously hopeless, but the human species always likes to inflict ineffective and over-rescue on its companions in order to feel at ease.
Yang Yundong dragged a stool from the dining table to the corner and leaned her body on it.
The package containing the divine meat carried back by Zhang Lizai was placed in the same corner. Yang Yundong cut a piece of the divine meat with a simple knife and brought it to her mouth.
She muttered "I won't eat", turned her head to the side, and clenched her teeth.
Zis noticed that there was a faint black smoke lingering on the woman's body, which was exactly the same as what he saw on the papyrus in the copy of "Rose Manor".
He blinked, and his vision returned to clarity. The black smoke disappeared without a trace, just like an illusion.
"The meal is ready, come and eat!" Su Po shouted at the top of her voice.
She swayed and brought out vegetarian dishes from the small kitchen next to the woodshed.
The players gathered in silence towards the dining table. After experiencing the twists and turns of the day and witnessing the death of their companions, no one could remain calm.
After everyone sat down, Qisi looked at Su Po and said casually: "Axi seems to want to eat meat. He even ate a piece of meat from my companion this morning...could it be said that you usually Is your grandson hungry here?”
Su Po’s face turned ugly.
She looked at the skinny boy next to her, not knowing what she communicated with her eyes. When she raised her eyes again, she was extremely sure: "We, Ah Xi, don't eat meat."
The corners of Qisi's mouth raised, revealing a sarcastic expression Smiling: "Don't deny it. He doesn't eat meat, so what does he do with it?"
"I don't know, it has nothing to do with you." Su Po said in a bad tone, and pulled Ah Xi away. Got off the table.
The players at the table were left looking at each other. Qisi touched his chin innocently, feeling slightly disappointed.
The rhetoric has been laid out here, but I didn’t expect the NPC to fall into the trap. It seems that it is not easy to get key information from Su Po.
Facing Yang Yundong's questioning gaze, Qi Siquan pretended not to see it and just put a chopstick of chrysanthemum into his bowl, wrapped it in fragrant rice and ate with his head.
Although this meal is technically made by a dead person, the craftsmanship is so good.
There is no difference between the dead and the living to Chiss, and he is happy to seize the time in the dungeon to improve his food.
After a moment of silence, Zhu Ling came to her senses and explained the clues the three of them had found in the village history museum in a clear and coherent manner, and by the way mentioned her speculations on the worldview.
There is no doubt that most of the background story and world view have been made clear, leaving only two things that are unclear:
First, what is the purpose of Su's Village receiving tourists played by players?
Second, what does the villager want the player's meat for?
Zhou Yilin whispered hesitantly: "After you left, I found something from the main room. I don't know if it will be useful to you."
She took it out of her arms. An account book-like book was placed on the table and opened gently.
I saw the two characters "Atonement" written in red pen on the title page of the album, with teeth and claws showing, looking extremely ferocious. In the next few pages, each page is filled with densely packed names.
The names on the first few pages all started with the word "Su", most of which had been crossed out with a red pen. Qisi saw the last eleven names.
——This is the title given by the eleven players when they introduced themselves.
Among them, Lu Keliang, Wu Heng, Zhu Dafu, and Allen each have a fresh red mark on their names, which was obviously made not long ago.
Zhang Lizai stretched his neck in longing. After seeing his name, his face turned extremely ugly: "That old guy Su Po really has no good intentions. Does he want to kill us all here?"
Chiss didn't respond.
He thought of the previous copy, the photo found in Room 2 on the third floor.
It also marks the life and death of the players, and is also full of malice to kill all players.
In the last dungeon, Anne made a deal with God. As long as all the guests stayed in the manor, she could help her sister Anna regain her beauty.
So, what about this copy?
"Only Su Po knows what the specific situation is, but she won't tell us." Yang Yundong exhaled.
He was a little irritated, so he simply stood up, dragged the package with the sacred meat in the corner to the table, and divided it into small pieces of about the same size with a simple knife.
He placed four pieces of meat in front of everyone, then wrapped the remaining sacred meat and threw it back into the corner.
"If you still need it, take it yourself. Remember, you can't eat too much sacred meat. If you eat too much, something will happen." Yang Yundong looked around at everyone, his tone unquestionable, "Tomorrow morning, let's go to the ancestral hall to see it. ”
No one responded, and everyone’s eyes were more or less filled with exhaustion.
Zhang Licai muttered in a low voice: "Two more people died today. I'm afraid they will die on my head tomorrow..."
Hearing this, Yang Yundong sighed: "Everyone has also seen the speed of our attrition. I I doubt that the guaranteed number of survivors in this copy is one. If we don’t crack the world view, we will die until only the last person is left to clear the level.”
The worst guess is exactly reasonable, whispered at the dinner table. sounded.
After a while, some players expressed their opinions one after another.
“Listen to Brother Yang!”
"There is only one ancestral hall left, I have to go and see it!"
"Then it's settled!"
Qisi had no intention of participating in the discussion and silently accepted the share in front of him. God meat, pick out a smaller piece and put it into your mouth and swallow it.
The other players clamored for a while, and they all carefully picked out the sacred meat from their own portions and ate it, as if they were afraid that if they ate slowly, they would encounter the terrible hunger last night again.
Three people died on the first day. Theoretically, one or two people got extra divine meat...
Qisi glanced over and saw that the players' expressions were all normal, with no clues at all.
He just smiled casually, said "Let's go first" and got off the table.
He returned to the room and stopped at the desk.
On the title page of the travel brochure placed on the desk, the original four lines of the poem have disappeared and been replaced by new sentences:
[Two people should not sit together in the house, and do not be alone in the temple]
[Don’t mourn the newly dead ghost, why cry when the crime has been paid]
I’m sorry to make everyone worry about me. Today I went to a big hospital to see an expert doctor to discuss the surgery. The doctor said that the cure rate for my age is very high, and everything is fine. As bad as imagined. The doctor is very responsible. After learning about my situation, he recommended me to go to a larger and more professional hospital for surgery. He will rush there in the afternoon... I have received all your wishes and cannot reply to them all. I would like to express my gratitude here. ! (The previous chapter has been blocked and is applying for unblocking...)
(End of this chapter)