The little old lady who took over the residence after the old man nagged Tang Yu a few more words, then left with the keychain.
The players gathered together, only to find that after just one night, nearly half of the people were gone.
Luo Haihua and his wife disappeared due to an invisible fire caused by an overturned lantern.
Hateful Heart came out of the window. He should still be alive, but he is definitely in a different camp from the other players.
"The enemy is a traitor. She climbed out of the window just before midnight, probably to kill a town citizen so that she could complete her daily killing mission."
Tang Yu fiddled with the lantern in his hand and calmly reasoned: "There is no light at night and no shadows of the townspeople can be seen. She can only use her experience during the day to judge who the old man who manages the residence is. To be on the safe side, she will most likely choose the right person." The old man took action.
"She should have succeeded, so the old man disappeared and an old lady took charge of the residence. Comparing the situation last night, we can see that only players from the 'Ghost' camp can actually kill the townspeople. ”
As a former core member of Jiuzhou, although Tang Yu usually looks rough, his qualities are actually good in all aspects.
Especially in terms of reasoning and analysis, he has withstood the guild’s training Xuntao was able to think clearly and skillfully, and explain everything clearly in just a few sentences.
While he was speaking, Qisi reached out and patted Lin Chen's shoulder, lightly and lightly, like a gust of wind. Blow.
Lin Chen was startled, and turned around to see Qisi withdrawing his hand, still holding a long and narrow leaf in his palm.
Qisi threw the leaf to the ground and raised his eyelids to look at him: "I guess you got it in the bamboo forest last night. I don't know why it hasn't fallen off yet. I just saw it."
You obviously took care of your clothes yesterday, why is there still a leaf left? And he did it without making any noise. Do you want it to be so scary?
Lin Chen murmured in his heart and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the cold system announcement:
[Side mission "Find all the people hidden among you" "Ghost" has been completed】
On the system interface, the text in the side task column scattered like silvery-white light flakes and disappeared in a few seconds.
All players with this task can receive the prompt, and Tang Yu naturally also saw the changes on the panel.
"This dungeon looks quite complicated. How can the side quest be completed so easily?"
He complained, but he didn't dwell on it for too long and quickly got back to business: "It's OK at the moment. I am sure that the enemy is a ghost. This is a team copy, and the different camps obviously conflict with the main tone. I guess this is related to the subsequent puzzle solving.
"I also have a guess that our identity is 'human'. , but they may not actually be human beings themselves. ”
Tang Yu took out a long scroll from the props list and continued: "The effect of my prop is to open a door that only spiritual bodies can enter. But something happened last night. By chance, I found that I could go in. < br>
“The effect of the props is correct, which means I am in a spirit state now. I guess the same goes for you. "
He took out another yellowed page from his arms, showed it to Qisi and Lin Chen, and then pointed to the last line of [Piaopiao suddenly woke up, only to realize that his soul had left his body. Shenyou Taixuye] said: "It is very likely that after we entered Yanghua Town, our souls were already in an out-of-body state. Our bodies don’t know where they were left. "
Qisi patiently listened to Tang Yu's reasoning and nodded gently: "The pre-prompt mentioned the forms of ghosts, demons, Xi and Yi. We may It's one of them.
“Our bodies may be in the bamboo forest where we were when we first entered the dungeon. As far as I know, it is not safe there. If we cannot complete the main mission as soon as possible, I am afraid we can only leave in the form of ghosts... …”
He didn't understand what he said, but Tang Yu had a clear look on his face and nodded solemnly.
There are some things that are not secrets within the Grand Guild, especially the Kyushu Guild, which is closely related to the Weird Investigation Bureau that often hunts players offline.
Lin Chen’s understanding of weird games is based on forums. Although it is extensive, it is not profound.
As for the fact that players were transformed into weird things and invaded reality, he could only say that he had heard about it and didn’t have a clear impression.
Hearing Qisi's words, he thought of the tragic situation of the young man in the later stages of "Frog Hospital" and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Lin, what is the difference between leaving the dungeon in ghost form and clearing the level normally?"< br>
"I've never felt it, I don't know." Qisi's expression did not change, and he couldn't see any flaws. "Maybe he will die before he can live long. I saw a post about "Dialectical Game" NE clearance before, but there is no news later. "
Lin Chen: "Oh! "
Skipping the unpleasant topic, Qisi handed Tang Yu the two letters he found in his room and that of Luo Haihua and his wife. , briefly and concisely told what happened last night and the results of the discussion with Lin Chen this morning.
"The main mission is the key. Whether it is treating diseases or hunting tigers, we can always find a reason to leave Yanghua Town and go to the bamboo forest. Where our bodies are, we can tell at a glance."
He lowered his eyes and looked at the lantern in his hand: "Even in the worst case scenario, as long as there is a guiding light, we are not afraid of not being able to find our way back."
Tang Yu put his hand on the saber at his waist and nodded: "After meeting the so-called Master Meng today, we will go out of the city to explore."
The two of them were talking, walking steadily and steadily. He stepped on the steps and went downstairs.
Lin Chen couldn't say anything, so he held the medicine box and lantern and stood back silently.
When the three of them went down to the first floor, a figure in green clothes and a cloth hat walked towards him outside the residence. He had a white face and black eyes. He looked familiar. He should be the one who told the player Yang without any pretense yesterday. A well-behaved scholar in Flower Town.
The scholar carried a lunch box and walked into the residence. After seeing the players, he smiled in a friendly manner and said, "Brothers, I suspected that someone was sneaking into your midst yesterday. I offended you. I came here today. Apologize.”
His expression was still as stiff as a dummy, but his attitude was much more polite and enthusiastic, completely different from yesterday.
"I brought some of today's meals over on the way. The mother-in-law here in Dishe is old and has always ignored the fireworks. You can just make do with it. If you need anything, you can tell me."
Lin Chen looked around and saw no sign of a fire for cooking.
He couldn't help but ask: "Do all foreigners living here have to bring food from outside?"
"You can also eat outside by yourself." The scholar said, " There has never been a fire in the house since it was built, and I brought all the food for foreign guests.”
"Is that so?" Qis pretended not to believe it and asked, "Then tell me - when was this mansion built?"
"I don't remember, it was built a long time ago... "The scholar recalled.
His eyes became blurred, and his voice was as vague as a dream: "When we moved here, it was like this...there are county offices, houses, Buddhist temples and residences, we just live in them... "
His face looked ferocious for a moment, and a struggle flashed in his confused eyes, as if he was troubled by past memories.
While the dust was flying, the shadow reflected on the ground by the morning light kept trembling, oscillating between the shape of a tiger and the shape of a human.
We cannot continue on this topic.
Qisi looked into the scholar's eyes and said word by word: "Stop talking, we don't want to know. We are all hungry and just want to have breakfast as soon as possible."
The scholar's humility His murmuring was interrupted, as if he woke up from a dream, his turbulent expression calmed down in two seconds, as if nothing happened.
"Everyone, please have breakfast." He smiled friendlyly, like a robot that had just recovered from a malfunction, carrying the lunch box with straight hands and walking deeper into the residence step by step. There are more than a dozen tables arranged in the lobby of the residence in an orderly manner. It can be imagined that there were once prosperous scenes with guests coming and going. Unfortunately, they are now lonely and idle. Although they are not too obviously damaged or dirty, they still appear lonely and decayed.
The scholar chose the largest table, put down the food box, and opened the lid.
Round Qingming dumplings are placed inside, as green as jade, with a wet and oily sheen.
These dumplings don’t look very fresh, and the surface is covered with moss-like lines. I don’t know where they were taken from, but they inexplicably remind people of the tributes in front of the tomb.
The scholar made a gesture of invitation, indicating to the players to sit down at the table.
Qisi and Tang Yu did not move. Lin Chen saw this in his eyes and quietly put his raised foot down.
Tang Yu looked at the scholar and said angrily: "You said this is today's meal. Shouldn't we just eat these crappy things all day long? What should I do if I don't like sweets?"
He looked at this It appears to be an unreasonable move, but in fact it is with the intention of probing.
The scholar is not annoyed, and the smile always hangs on his face like the painting: "Yes, this is today's meal, and it will be our meal in the future. We only have these here, nothing else. And it’s not sweet.”
As if to confirm his words, he reached out and picked up a dumpling, brought it to his mouth and took a bite.
His hands were as skinny as straws, making the Qingming dumplings look like pebbles. A "rustling" sound came from his mouth, and it sounded like the food he ate was tasteless.
If Qingming dumplings are not sweet, what should they taste like?
Lin Chen looked at the Qingming dumplings of unknown taste in the food box, and then at the scholar who was biting the dumplings mechanically. He had no intention of taking a bite himself.
He asked tentatively: "If I'm not hungry, can I not eat?"
This is not a nonsense excuse. Players have entered the dungeon since yesterday. Although they haven't eaten a grain of rice, they really don't feel hungry.
To be precise, there is no feeling at all. It is as if the organ in the stomach has disappeared out of thin air. It does not matter whether you are full or not, whether it is full or empty.
"If you're not hungry, you don't have to eat." The scholar nodded and shook his head, "Except for you foreigners, we generally don't eat."
While he was talking, he just finished one dumpling, and then Picked up a dumpling and started to bite it carefully.
Players: "..."
In short, no matter what, players are not going to eat weird-looking things in the dungeon without mandatory requirements.
Anyway, as far as common sense is concerned, a spirit body will not starve to death unless it eats.
Seeing that none of the people in front of him had any intention of eating, the scholar just smiled carelessly and closed the lid of the food box.
"If you are all right, please come with me to see Mr. Meng. You are all distinguished guests invited by Mr. Meng. He knew you were coming yesterday and has wanted to see you for a long time."
After he said that, he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the mansion, as if he was sure that the players would follow.
This time, no one moved.
Tang Yu said loudly: "Wait a minute! Let's go upstairs to get some things and make some preparations, so as not to come back when the time comes."
He paused and asked deliberately: "Are you going up with us, or waiting for us below?"
The scholar stopped and looked back at everyone: "I'll just wait for a few of you here. , please hurry up.”
The players agreed, stopped talking to the scholar, and climbed up the stairs one by one.
The scholar stood quietly from beginning to end, watching the backs of the players, as motionless as a scarecrow in a wheat field.
On the second floor, Qisi pulled Lin Chen and walked straight past Tang Yu into the empty room left by Luo Haihua and his wife.
Tang Yu understood and followed in, closing the door behind him.
The sound insulation of the residence should be good, otherwise there was too much noise in their respective rooms last night, and they should have been aware of it long ago, and would not have found out until they exchanged information today.
Tang Yu estimated that the scholar could not hear the player's conversation, so he whispered: "The scholar has a problem."
Of course there is a problem with the copy NPC, what is the problem?
Lin Chen blinked and looked at Qisi.
Qisi continued what Tang Yu said: "The scholar who came today is not the same person as the one yesterday. Although the appearance and body shape are generally similar, I often do human body specimens and can see subtle differences.
"He is two centimeters taller than the scholar yesterday. He has a small mole under his right ear, his eyes are narrower, and his lips are thicker. They are not changes that can happen to the same person in a short period of time. "
Lin Chen frowned: "But he clearly told us that he was the one who talked to us yesterday. "
"NPC can lie, and memory can also be deceptive, but I don't know which situation he belongs to. "Qisi said calmly, "What we need to figure out now is where the scholar went yesterday and why the scholar profession changed. "
"Business? " Tang Yu caught the key words in Qisi's words and raised his eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean..."
Lin Chen thought of the corresponding information and murmured: "The old woman who took over the residence said that in Yanghua Town, a dress is a trade, and her job is to manage the residence. Could being a 'scholar' also be a trade? ? The memory of the NPC follows the trade?"
Qisi did not answer directly, but continued on by himself: "I wonder if you noticed yesterday that the same identity - or trade? The townspeople wear the same clothes.
"Common men wear gray clothes, common women wear yellow clothes, literate scholars wear green clothes, and old people in charge of residences wear black clothes.
“When we leave the mansion later, we will try to pay more attention to the clothes and faces of the townspeople, and we will compare them tomorrow morning to see if the change of profession is accidental or there is another rule.”
While he was speaking, Tang Yu bent down and picked up a paper lantern still lying on the ground.
Since the paper lantern of Luo Haihua and his wife was knocked over, the candle inside has disappeared, leaving only the fluttering paper lampshade, which trembles and trembles with the invisible wind, and occasionally rolls a few centimeters.
After being picked up by Tang Yu, the paper lampshade was still trembling, but unlike before it was wandering aimlessly, this time it was clearly swinging in the direction of the bedside table.
It's like... giving directions.
Qisi felt something and walked straight to the bedside table placed next to the bed.
On the bedside table was still the pen and paper he had used to organize his thoughts, with some of his inferences about the worldview and clues scrawled on it.
Under the original paragraphs of text, there is a line of neat small characters:
[Lin Wen, Lin Ya, I am Luo Haihua, Luo Jianhua and I are still in the copy...] (End of this chapter)< br>