Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1422 The Missing Believer

The character "Elizabeth" is like a layer of dam.

Even though her rising emotions were pounding against it like a raging wave, the dam held back all the wind and waves, allowing only a shallow bay of water to come to the surface.So no matter how intense her inner emotions were, in the end Elizabeth just shook her head, sighed softly and said, "I like it very much..."

The life and death of a potted plant did not cause much disturbance in other people's hearts.The neighbors didn't pay much attention to Maokui, they gathered around and saw the dead baby in the basin.Amid low exclamations, everyone turned their heads in unison—they were all standing outside the door, but their eyes all fell on Barbecue Hu in the center of the living room.

Barbecue Hu lowered his head, turned a blind eye to them, and stared at a booklet in his hand without blinking.That booklet was familiar to them, everyone carried it with them, it was their role manual.

"...failed," the middle-aged woman who played the role of Barbecue Beard twisted the character manual and raised her eyes to look at them.Her facial features returned to their original meticulousness and tranquility, only her lips were trembling slightly: "Because of this witch, my mission has failed."

The game has not reached 30 days, and the mission has failed, so——

As soon as this thought came to Elizabeth's mind, the door of the apartment was suddenly pushed shut by a force, and it slammed in front of them with a "snap", causing several tenants to take two steps back in shock.The door was closed firmly, blocking light, sound and the person in the room behind the door.

Immediately afterwards, the curtain behind the window of the house was suddenly drawn, the light went out at the same time, and the darkness under the door was dark.For half a breath, Apartment 1 fell into dead silence and darkness as if it had never been used, as if it had been swallowed into the building.

…That middle-aged woman, are you going to wait with them in the darkness behind the door until the game ends in 30 days?
Elizabeth felt like shivering.

A more realistic question is, is the player who failed the mission still counted as one of the targets of the strategy?
"This apartment seems to be used as a warehouse." After a while, someone who didn't know made a statement in line with the principle of the game. "Forget it, we should go."

The dead baby was still lying in the flowerpot, and everyone glanced at it before leaving, and finally Jessica asked, "Did you...really figure this out? Didn't you just happen to see something?"

Elizabeth was originally thinking about how to take the cat sunflower back upstairs—even if it died, she would not be willing to leave it outside alone—she came back to her senses and nodded slowly.

"I know you don't believe in my ability, and that's okay. But if you think about it carefully, I've spent most of this afternoon with you, and you've seen everything I saw."

Several people looked at each other and did not speak for a while.

"Before we entered Apartment No. 4, she knew there was blood in it," Ms. Chen added hesitantly, as if to make a footnote for her, and said, "During the time of the murder, she did In the room... my apartment has a very thin ceiling and I can hear a little footsteps indistinctly."

"Not only was I in the room, but I was also attacked by evil spirits in the room." Elizabeth clenched her fists as she thought of the doll with the red shoes.She originally wanted to talk to Maokui, even if Maokui would not answer her, at least it could calm her down... Now that her Maokui is gone, the doll may still be waiting for her in her apartment.

"Evil spirit..." Jessica and Mr. Guan looked at each other.

"There are evil spirits in this building. Perhaps it is because of its bewitching people's hearts and inciting people's killing intent that so many people have died in a row." Elizabeth did not forget her goal, and barely pulled herself together. Hu said: " It may have sensed my plan to drive away and purify the evil spirits... and then it will attack me."

These words seemed unconvincing for a while, so she didn't say much, just turned around and helped up the cat sunflower.Ms. Chen was a few steps behind, and she actually took the initiative to help her up the cat on the other side—Elizabeth was calm, but she understood in her heart: it seems that after a series of "divinations", Ms. Chen finally decided to I turned to her for help; as long as she followed her instructions and went to Pink's hidden location to find out her identity information, she would naturally become one of her "believers".

As the group walked up the stairs, Elizabeth saw Pink glance in the direction of Apartment 4.They came out in a hurry, and someone didn't close the door tightly. At this time, the door slid open again—she looked into the apartment, and her eyes fell on the lying dead body.

... She was slightly taken aback and raised her eyebrows.

She seemed to know what Pink had found.

When Elizabeth looked back, she met Pinker's eyes; she quickly rolled her eyes in the direction of Miss Chen beside her, and Pinker seemed to understand what she meant, and they both turned their heads knowingly.

"I want to play here for a while," Pink said to his grandma.Without waiting for his grandma to nod, he turned and walked into the small lawn - his grandma naturally followed quickly.Regardless of the child's young age, the tacit understanding with her is very good: with just one look, Pink knows that Elizabeth is going to let Miss Chen get her target.

Ms. Chen's eyes lingered on the grandparents and grandchildren for a while.

"I thought about it, there is no loss if you ask me to divination for me..." She murmured, "When are you free? How do you charge?"

Elizabeth suppressed the idea of ​​Apartment 4—whatever it was, it was someone else trying to accomplish someone else's goals, and she didn't need to get involved.She looked at Ms. Chen and said, "I don't charge any fees, as long as you are willing to answer my questions."

Miss Chen frowned tightly.

"You just think I'm overly curious," Elizabeth lowered her voice, and asked, "The hexagram shows that the thing you're looking for is extremely important to you, even life-threatening...but it's on a regular basis. Grandma Ke's house. Why is that?"

Ms. Chen's mouth was tightly closed, as if she had never opened it in her entire life.

Elizabeth walked patiently in silence for a while, until the other neighbors went back separately, only when she and Ms. Chen were standing beside the stairway holding the dead cat, the old lady finally made a sound.

"At her house?" She seemed in disbelief, "Did you see something, guess...? I think there is an [-]% chance that it's not at her house."

"Why?" Elizabeth tilted her head.

Ms. Chen's expression became even more embarrassing, and she paused for a few seconds before she said, "...Because I searched her home several times. I thought the thing that belonged to her should be in her home."

"Oh?" Elizabeth tried her best to look surprised. "How did you search, although she is confused—"

As long as she starts, Ms. Chen's next confession will be much smoother.Even if someone is dead, everyone in the building still has an attitude of not hindering her, which may make her feel safer to some extent.

"It's a drug," she said simply, "a narcotic, and every time I knock them both out, I can start the search."

Her expression was natural, as if it was a normal thing to casually administer drugs to stun people—or, in other words, it seemed commonplace and trivial to her.

Ms. Chen's role description did not specify her occupation... What did she do before?

While thinking, Elizabeth asked, "Where did your medicine come from?"

"Heipeng sold it to me." Ms. Chen said, carrying Mao Kui upstairs with her, and said: "When no one is paying attention, I will meet him at the bottom of this staircase and pay with one hand and with the other. Deliver the medicine."

"...It seems that you bought a lot?" Elizabeth added, "You just said that you searched it several times."

"Could it be that you want this medicine?" Ms. Chen glanced at her, thinking she understood her motives, and replied, "Impossible, and I don't have any on hand. In the last transaction before Heipeng died, only Sold me two doses and he said there was no more and I had already used them up."

No wonder she hasn't drugged Grandma Pink recently, it turns out there is no drug.

"I suspect that Heipeng is still secretly selling medicine to other residents," Ms. Chen said here, and complained: "When I first looked for him, he clearly assured me that the medicine was sufficient. How long will it take?" Time, it's sold out!"

"I'm afraid you're right," Elizabeth finally sighed as she watched the door of her apartment draw closer, "...I think I can guess who his other customer is."

Before rushing downstairs, Yanhuang had clearly told Elizabeth that she had seen Abby talking privately with Heipeng—of course, this in itself might not be sufficient evidence; But he was completely unconscious all the time. I'm afraid it's not just the effect of alcohol?
"It makes sense. If Abby said it, it would make sense. Oh, are the plants just placed at the door?" The two of them had already reached the door of the apartment while they were talking. closed door. "You... are you going to divination for me here?"

Ms. Chen, who used to sneer at her supernatural ability, is now somewhat afraid of the evil spirits inside—after the "divination", the number of Elizabeth's followers will definitely rise to 4.

In fact, she herself is still somewhat apprehensive about the apartment, but there are more than ten days before the end of the game, and it is impossible for her not to enter the house. "If I am prepared, I won't be attacked so easily." This sentence is true. She carried Mao Kui into the sofa in the room and said to Ms. Chen: "Come in with me, and I will do a fortune-telling for you." .”

Pink had already told her about the place where Grandma Pink's character information was hidden, and she just needed to perform a so-called magic trick mysteriously.She placed some gaudy props on the dining table, and invited Miss Chen to sit down at the table.

In order to avoid being found by Ms. Chen to be nonsense, Elizabeth shortened the practice process; like many psychics who pretend to be ghosts, she closed her eyes and slowly gestured with her hands on the table objects, as if feeling something that others could not hear. With the same voice, said: "I saw many indicative images... Ah, I see, there is one place you haven't looked for..."

Ms. Chen didn't make a sound, and seemed to be holding her breath waiting for her answer.

"Actually, it's always under your nose." Elizabeth said, "Grandma Pink likes to sit on the sofa and knit sweaters, and half-finished sweaters are always left on the sofa... right?"

I don't know if Ms. Chen knocked on the table in excitement, and she heard a muffled "boom".Elizabeth immediately opened her eyes, and saw that Miss Chen was staring at her without blinking, with half of her body leaning over the table.

"She stuffed that thing between the two layers of sweater," Elizabeth reminded. "You will find that the semi-finished sweater is thicker than the average single layer sweater."

Ms. Chen took a deep breath, jumped up immediately, turned around and rushed out of the door, before she could say a word, she didn't even close the door.

Pink had deliberately avoided with her grandma, and Miss Chen's goal could be successfully achieved; Elizabeth did not chase after her, but just leaned back on her chair and let out a long breath.Her plan for Pink is to let Ms. Chen accomplish her goal—in this way, she has one more "believer", and as a deal, she will also agree to one of Pink's requests.

…As for Granny Pink, wish her luck.

She took out the character manual from her bosom and flipped to the task progress.It is still 3, which is not surprising, I am afraid that Ms. Chen has not really got the thing yet; wait another 2 minutes, the number will soon become 4...

After 3 minutes, the number still hasn't changed.

what happened?

Elizabeth stood up suspiciously.She was tall, and after she stood up from the dining table, her gaze suddenly passed over the dining table and landed on the floor—she immediately felt cold all over.

Ms. Chen was lying twisted under the dining table, her face livid.Apparently she had died not long ago, for the white froth around her mouth was still wet.

(End of this chapter)