[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

At nine o'clock in the evening, the city was buzzing with night lights. A large number of uniformed people poured from east to west, and the blaring of horns disturbed the quiet city.

A black car came slowly from the south and parked leisurely in front of the brightly lit Tangmen mansion.

"Come."

The handsome young man carefully helped the beautiful young lady out. Tang Suixin and the maid stood behind him, their eyes slightly lowered, as if they didn't notice the two people's overly close behavior.

"Brother, let's hug you."

Noticing the woman's eyebrows slightly frowning due to pain, the man's tone was gentle but his actions were undeniable and he picked her up.

The woman lowered her head in frustration and put her hands around his neck: "...Yeah."

"Unhappy? What's wrong?"

People who know him say that this generation of Tang Sect masters is really incompatible with his predecessors.

Although people who are proficient in concealed weapons can achieve a thin body, it is rare in the world to be able to maintain a peaceful and loving heart despite being stained with killing and blood.

… Not to mention that both of this man’s parents died when he was young, and his current throne was built on numerous bones.

Someone once joked, "It's just a hypocritical skin, making it look like no one can do it."

However, T City, which has become increasingly prosperous, peaceful and peaceful since then, has really slapped them in the face.

The bright moon hanging high reflected the two figures harmoniously, like algae intersecting in the water. The temperature at night was a bit low, and the woman seemed to subconsciously shrink into the hot chest, causing a burst of laughter.

Tang Suixin followed the two of them respectfully, and with the sound of the door closing, she slowly raised her dull but smiling eyes.

……

"The deceased was Wang Zhaoxiang, the president of the Yangmao Chamber of Commerce. He was shot twice, one in the waist and one in the thigh, but they were not fatal. No signs of poisoning have been found yet. The specific cause of death needs to be carefully investigated."

People with different identities in the bright atrium are clearly distinguished: police officers, no, they should be police officers, onlookers with mixed emotions, frightened insiders who seem to know some secret, and... the trialists with a mixture of indifference and shock in their eyes. .

Sister Yu stood on the inside of the crowd of onlookers, feeling extremely weird about everything in front of her.

She has experienced countless levels: puzzles, escapes, supernatural... all kinds of levels, but she has never seen anything like this. Finding the murderer does not require them to take action. It seems that there are no traps in this house to deliberately harm them, and the relationship between the owner and the family is extremely simple... There is no mistress cheating, ghost marriage or wasted death. For now, this place is normal. It seems that it is not a copy full of dangers, but a corner reflected in real life.

Sister Yu (confused): So what are we here for?

She unconsciously met the eyes of some people in the crowd, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Third Master is here."

The words that came from the door were suddenly thunderous, and the dead silence instantly exploded.

The fresh and handsome young man nodded slightly and pushed his wheelchair through the crowded crowd. He is like a cool breeze that blows away the riddles in the adult world.

Sister Yu, who had experienced all kinds of things, couldn't help but have a flash of surprise in her eyes when she saw him and the woman in the wheelchair. She had to admit that these brothers and sisters were indeed outstanding to the extreme.

Regardless of appearance, their temperament alone is enough to make people unforgettable.

A pile of stones is like jade, and a row of pine trees is like emerald green.

A single hire is curling up, and a weak willow Fufeng.

It is hard to imagine that these two brothers and sisters with elegance written all over their bodies actually come from a "family of killers."

"Thank you, Detective."

The polite smile deftly melted away the unkindness on the other person's stiff face. The sect master stopped to look at the others and said loudly: "I'm sorry for frightening you all today. The Tang Sect will give you a small gift when you leave. I hope you will accept it."

The detective frowned when he heard this, but did not say anything directly. Instead, he waited until the people in the middle hall were almost gone before he warned: "A person has died here. Will Mr. Tang continue to hold the banquet?"

The door owner smiled: "The detective is joking. With such a big thing happening, the banquet cannot continue. It's just..."

He paused and said, "It's already getting late. Tang can't kick his guests out to sleep on the street, right?"

"Teng!"

As if impatient with his words, the detective shook his blackened white gloves unhappily: "Just tonight."

"Of course." The door owner started to leave, "My sister has just come back and is feeling a little unwell, so Tang will not accompany her. If you have any questions, just tell the housekeeper, please do so."

He smiled politely again and pushed his sister, who nodded to the detective, slowly out of the central hall. When he arrived at the door, he suddenly turned around and said something like a warning with a smile: "Tang and my sister don't like to make noise. Please lower your voice if you want to do anything. Some parts of this house have been in disrepair over the years. If there are any What kind of poor reception...Tang needs to apologize first."

After speaking, he slowly walked away and merged into the endless night.

Behind him was an eerie silence.

The detectives seemed to be frightened by the somewhat sinister tone of the door owner. They opened their mouths but could not say anything. They stood in the bright room one by one, with vivid expressions but dull eyes, like dummies.

"Ugh-"

The wind picked up, making the lights in the revolving lantern in the garden grow brighter.

……

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‘Final Chapter’ – The treasure has been activated.

Task Tip: In T City, there is such a rumor circulating.

It is said that a vicious evil spirit is hiding in the gorgeous mansion at midnight. Its cherished pearl was stolen by a shameless thief, and its restrained claws broke free. Those with evil intentions... will eventually be eaten by monsters waiting for an opportunity.

--It's called greed.

Preliminary task: Sneak into the Tangmen mansion (completed).

Main mission: 1. Find the evil ghost’s ‘treasure’.

2Escape from the Tangmen mansion.

(Lead is not active.)

】

The few lines of words can make people dizzy.

Ah Man was puzzled: "What does this mean? Why is there no time limit for the task?"

You used to talk about five days or seven days anyway, right?

Old Ding's expression was not good at all: "And there is no logic between what happened tonight and the mission. I don't know if the 'house' in the prompt refers to the Tang Clan Mansion."

A team he was with before was misled by the pre-mission and was almost wiped out... If he hadn't been holding a stand-in doll in his hand at the time, he probably wouldn't have been able to escape the fate of death.

When he said this, Sister Yu also thought of the "deceitful" copy. "Resurrection" treated the survivors with a mixture of malice and kindness, and had a style of giving a stick to a sweet date.

Just like every mission briefing, the previous specious hint is telling the truth, and the clue is the one with the sinkhole: "... Let's take the Tangmen Mansion as our first choice. I'll have a chance to go outside tomorrow to inquire about the news. It should be clear.”

Seeing that the two of them had no objections, Sister Yu continued: "And if the destination is the Tangmen mansion, I think what just happened should have a lot to do with the main mission. And according to the literal meaning of the prompt, the dead Wang Zhaoxiang They should be those people who were 'eaten by monsters'. I just secretly went to the room of the deceased and met Chuan Qi. We have temporarily reached a cooperation, and he will come over later. Old Ding, please pay attention."

Lao Ding nodded expressionlessly: "Did you find any clues?"

"Both Chuan Qi and I smelled a faint smell of something being burned." Sister Yu looked solemn, "The problem is, when the body was first discovered, there was no such smell. And like those detectives As said, the deceased was shot twice, but neither was fatal, and the cause of his death was not massive bleeding... So far, this murder case is full of mysteries."

"All that's left is to wait for the next clues." Old Ding drew circles on the paper, "But the most important thing now is how we can continue to stay here."

Ah Man subconsciously asked: "What do you mean?"

Sister Yu reacted immediately after being reminded. She clenched her fists and cursed lowly: "Fuck, you are waiting for us here!"

Seeing that Aman was still confused, Old Ding was not impatient. The friends who died together knew each other's good and bad. He slowly explained: "If there is a murder case, the master of the house will probably send away the irrelevant guests. Today Although accommodation is still provided at night, it probably depends on the weather. If we don't have a suitable reason, we may have to leave tomorrow."

"Although it is possible to complete the second main mission, there is no movement in the first one." Old Ding said, "You saw how strict the guards at Tangmen were during the day. If you want to leave and then come in... this is basically It’s impossible.”

"So we have to find a way to stay."

Sister Yu rubbed her forehead: "I woke up early and was still wondering why the location was not blocked this time, but now I understand. Old Ding is right, we have to find a way to stay. But look at the Tang Sect today. The attitude of this group of people is that they are very xenophobic. It is not easy to persuade them verbally, and there is basically no chance of winning by using force."

"Unless..." She remembered the scene she saw before and was silent for a long time, then slowly said: "They have no choice but to leave us behind."

This sentence sounds a bit ominous.

Old Ding grabbed the white paper in his hand and swallowed saliva to moisten his dry throat. But Aman, who had always had trouble keeping up with the rhythm, unexpectedly and cleverly got her subtext.

"……It can only be this way."

After the last word fell, the branches outside the window suddenly shook violently. The bare branches were waving wildly, like evil spirits roaring wildly.

The ink color on the horizon keeps rolling, making people involuntarily associate it with "the coming storm".

The lonely evil ghost is wandering aimlessly. It has lost its beloved treasure and walks in the ruins confused and disappointed.