Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1685 She loves accidents

Since following this tour group, Lin Sanjiu has scolded her mother countless times in her heart.Apart from venting her anger, cursing certainly doesn't solve any problems—for example, no matter how active her inner monologue is now, she is still a dead person on the outside.

"Wow, the dungeon chose her as the victim," Feng Maomao sighed, "Miss Tour Guide, you are really right to add her, so many things happened to her."

Several other excited faces surrounded him and nodded their heads up and down to express their agreement.

"The action of the dungeon is really fast," another team member responded, "We died as soon as we finished eating. What's next? Should we sort out the clues to solve the case?"

Even after "death", Lin Sanjiu can still hear and see, and her thinking is still clear—her eyes were wide open when she "dead", so her vision was not affected at all—her "death" It was obviously the effect caused by the dungeon, but it was a pity that she didn't realize that this square hall was part of the dungeon until she died.

She now fully understands: "eating" must be a necessary step for activating the dungeon, and the dungeon will start as soon as the meal is finished, no wonder the tour group specially ordered a lunch in this place that is not a restaurant.

The more Lin Sanjiu thought about it, the angrier she became.

Is this group of people from the twelve worlds suffering from some kind of mental illness? Isn't it enjoyable enough to escape from death in an external dungeon?I have never seen anyone take the initiative to spend money to find shit to eat!

"Her face is so ugly, there is foam at the corner of her mouth, she must be poisoned, right?" A gentle-looking male evolutionary squatted down beside Lin Sanjiu and looked down at her, with a long face magnified in front of her eyes. "In this way, the way of poisoning is limited to two places. One is the bread she brought herself, and it is almost impossible to poison it, and the other is the thick soup, but we all ate it."

Some members of the group were puzzled, and Feng Maomao immediately explained to those who hadn't seen how Lin Sanjiu dipped a circle of soup on the bottom of the basin with bread-obviously, death would not prevent her from continuing to be ashamed, let alone Preventing her from regretting: if she hadn't done that much just now, the person lying on the ground now might be a member of the tour group.

"I need to remind everyone," the tour guide interrupted in time, and said: "This is a copy of 'Solving the Case with Lightning', the case is not complicated, everyone only has 10 minutes to solve the truth, and new content will be released in 10 minutes. "

10 minutes?
The dead person on the ground suddenly became concerned: If this group of people can't solve the mystery, what should she do as a dead person?

"If we haven't guessed the answer..." Feng Maomao asked what Lin Sanjiu was thinking.

"Then the victim will really die," the tour guide continued with a cordial and cheerful look, without any scruples about the feelings of the dead on the ground, and then explained: "Of course, everyone don't need to panic, I am very impressed with the style and means of this copy They are all familiar, and I can be regarded as an expert in cracking it, and no one will be killed. When the time limit is approaching, I will inform everyone of the correct answer."

The team members didn't seem panicked at all.Even with the guarantee from the tour guide, Lin Sanjiu is still worried—isn't the tour guide also a stranger who just met today?What's the use of her guarantee?
"Oh, the dungeon is starting to give clues and purpose." The male team member stood up, turned his gaze to another direction where Lin Sanjiu couldn't turn his head, and said, "Please find out the method of poisoning... eh? A murderer."

"The first clue, the deceased did not have any tableware. Please carefully recall the behavior of the deceased when he ate bread..." Feng Maomao frowned and thought for a while, then looked back at the dining table.

On the dining table covered with a white tablecloth, there are six sets of messy cups and plates; the cups and plates, crumpled napkins and some food scraps are placed on six placemats, only in front of the temporary seat at the serving port is empty.

"The second clue is that the deceased was a temporary joiner. There was neither her meal nor her seat on the table."

"The third clue is that what the deceased took out was compressed bread, and the size difference between the front and the back is huge..." the male member muttered, "I didn't pay attention to what her bread looked like at all."

The victim herself was also thinking—she forgot where she bought the compressed bread. It was only the size of chewing gum when compressed, but after unpacking it popped out a piece of soft, chubby, football-sized bread. Enough for two to three average people.

However, because the energy needed by an evolutionary is far greater than that of an ordinary person, it is not too much for Lin Sanjiu; in fact, a whole bread like a football has already entered the stomach of a dead person.

"Any other clues?" Someone asked, "We all ate the thick soup she ate, and we didn't die, so the problem really lies in the bread?"

"But the bread she took out from her body, how can others poison it?" Someone asked.

"Could it be that the poison settled at the bottom of the pot and didn't have time to melt, so we didn't eat it, and she sucked the poison away with bread?"

"No, even if that's the case, the pot is empty after scooping, and there should be poison in the last one or two bowls anyway." Another group member who sat close retorted.

Seeing that everyone was discussing her unfortunate death in full swing, Lin Sanjiu couldn't say a word, and was almost suffocated to death.She herself knows what she did just now, and now she has fully understood the method of "poisoning". She suffers from the fact that the dead cannot speak, so she can only patiently listen to people's wild guesses.

During the heated discussion, Feng Maomao thoughtfully walked away from Lin Sanjiu's field of vision - a dead person could not turn his head, she could only guess from the sound of the other party's footsteps, Feng Maomao seemed to have walked back to the dining table.

"It's been 5 minutes," the tour guide reminded.

"Miss Tour Guide," a grey-haired woman who looked at her unattractive appearance stood far away in the corner of Lin Sanjiu's field of vision, and suddenly asked, "I have a special item that can make the subject's brain produce The reaction is projected like a projection to form a picture. Can I use it on the victim? She is not dead yet, she has a clear mind, right?"

"Yes," the tour guide hesitated, and said, "If it's for clues, you can try—"

She didn't even have time to utter the word "trial" when she cut off suddenly.

Just when Lin Sanjiu felt a little strange, she stuttered again.

"Eh? You... who are you?"

The square hall suddenly fell into a dead silence, only the voice of the tour guide trembled slightly, like a spider's thread in the wind.

"I, I don't remember, there is...you in our regiment."

　I recently donated four small sums of money in a row. As a poor ghost, I really have tears in my smile and sadness in my regret...

(By the way, I have boycotted Facebook all my life, and Zuckerberg deserves to be unable to enter China even if he licks the soles of his shoes.)
　
(End of this chapter)