I am a god in script killing

Chapter 36 The Siren's Hymn (10)

"This is the coast, how can there be flowers on the plateau?"

Bo Jun held up the specimen, and he could vaguely see the immature characters on the specimen:

"Give it to a friend, a three-year-old gift."

For a friend, a gift?

"Who is so shabby to give a simple specimen for their birthday?" Bo Jun murmured, "Is the high quality of human beings 'light on etiquette and heavy on affection'?"

069: "..." Can you speak?
"There's also a necklace here."

Bo Juan took out the necklace. The pendant was a small piece of thin black stone, which was cool and smooth to the touch. The chain was two slightly thin black threads, slightly glowing with fluorescent blue, and the texture was slightly strange:
"I've seen her wearing it in Xiaoqi's memory, no, she wears it all the time, it should be something very important."

"Then you want to wear it now?" 069 said, "Maybe it's a prop, maybe it's a prop, just put it on."

Bo Jun agreed with this statement, unfastened the hidden buckle and put it on around his neck.

"Do you have an idea of ​​the mission?"

"Ah."

Bo Juan nodded and couldn't help but sigh.

"Now making bugs has become an advanced task, not only need to help myself but also save the remaining four sacrifices."

"Forget it," Bo Juan thought clearly, "Tomorrow Meng Ming will continue to lead people to experiment with sacrifices, we have to hurry."

"So you plan to do it tonight?"

"Yes." Bo Juan looked through the closet to find some clothes. Her current outfit was in tatters and smelled of sea salt.

"The sea god sacrifice last time was unsuccessful. Now there will be sharks hunting in the town at night, so the townspeople will not go out. This is the only chance given by the game. If there is a sacrifice to die tomorrow, the mission will fail."

"You also said that there are mermen," 069 said. "The auxiliary system can't attack game monsters or even detect them. I can't help you."

"Of course I can't help, or you have already passed the game, what do you want players to do?"

Bo Jun laughed: "Ninth brother, help me get a map of the shrine and mark it. I want to know where the remaining four sacrifices are kept."

"it is good."

"It's okay, think about the good."

Bo Jun made an optimistic judgment based on his memory, "At least the backyard of the shrine is so big, no one lives there except for the sacrifices, and there are no patrols at night-the script monster is still a little bit good."

It was quite optimistic, 069 felt relieved.

Bao Jun took the change of clothes and paused when he opened the bathroom curtain:
"Brother, help me mark the places on the map of the town where women from other towns are.

"I'll go if I have a chance, forget it if I don't have one, and do what I can."

This was unexpected by 069. Few of the players would take care of the characters in the game, basically treating them as data and ignoring them.

Some people even choose to take advantage of the fire to make things worse.

But he himself is also data, and he chose to support Bo Jun after hearing that he had the idea of ​​doing what he could.

So 069 just froze for a moment, then laughed: "Well, good."

"That's more," Bo Juan heard Mr. System laugh and suddenly had some mischief, "Brother Ninth, don't you think there's something wrong or missing?"

069 Doubt: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Bo Jun smiled and stopped talking, put down the curtain and went into the bathroom.

069 didn't think any more, and turned on the shield.

No one seems to have noticed that when the afterglow of the setting sun shone in from the window of the house on the shipwreck oil painting on the wall of the room, a faint blue light flashed in the depths of the dark vortex.

There is a momentary blur and distortion on the dry surface of the oil painting.

Some steam condenses into drops of water—

Wet the surface of the oil painting.

(End of this chapter)