[Douluo] I just want to be a disabled person

The next day, at dawn. When the innocently implicated guests were about to leave the house, panicked screams sounded again. Everyone's heartbeats skipped a beat, and their frightened expressions showed shrinking.

"...Did you see it? Those in the east wing seemed to have been burned alive. It's strange, there was no water or fire accident last night!"

"That's right. Did the murderer burn them to death first and then bring them back and throw them into the room?"

"How is that possible! Look at the Tang Sect, which is heavily guarded. Can someone break in quietly?" The top "female star" in the song and dance troupe twisted her waist, leaned against the window and lowered her voice as if to show off. : "I think this house should be...haunted!"

"Shh-"

The other people who thought she could offer some constructive suggestions curled their lips, and the group leader scolded him lightly: "Don't talk nonsense. I have never heard any rumors about the Tang Sect being haunted!"

The "heroine" who has always been held in the palm of her hand rolled her eyes arrogantly when she heard this: "Commander, just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean that you haven't heard of it. I think most of the people in the Tang Sect have done too much killing. Those who died They all came back for revenge.”

After she finished speaking, she ignored the ugly look on the middle-aged leader's face and sat down with a swaying figure, humming a Jiangnan tune softly.

After being contradicted, the leader didn't say any more words of reprimand. He looked at the others: "Someone died in the east wing and the west wing last night. The detectives should be here later. What questions did he ask? Answer truthfully, if no one is involved, we can leave here today. Remember, this is other people’s territory, and we cannot afford to offend the Tang Sect, this local snake, you..."

His eyes fell firmly on a few people, and he warned sternly: "Be careful what you say!"

After saying this, he shook off his sleeves and strode away.

Everyone in the song and dance troupe had different expressions, some were worried, some were frightened...all kinds of expressions.

Ah Man and Lao Ding, who were hiding in the corner, looked at each other and whispered, "Is there someone dead in the west wing too?"

Last night they were discussing how to create another murder case so that the detectives could force the suspects to stay. But——it’s clear that I haven’t had time to take action yet...

Somehow, the three of them fell asleep while talking. When other members of the song and dance troupe came to gather together in the morning, Sister Yu was almost discovered.

"I don't know." Lao Ding took in the expressions of several emotionally unstable people, "Maybe it was Mrs. Zhao and the others who did it."

The hidden information in the prompt is not difficult to understand. These "testers" are not just waiting for death. If they want to go somewhere... it's not a big deal.

I just didn’t expect that…

Chaotic eyes closed gently, and a long sigh seemed to be absent.

Old Ding frowned: There are still more people dying, and the methods of death are completely different. Are there two murderers? Which evil spirit is that? Does treasure refer to objects...or people?

Question marks weighed heavily on his mind, and Lao Ding had a very bad feeling in his heart - the real crisis seemed to be coming soon.

"Mr. Zhao?!" Ah Man stood up subconsciously, looking wary.

The old woman who walked in behind Sister Yu glanced at him lightly and sneered.

"Aman." Sister Yu motioned him to sit down and explained softly: "The wild wolf has disappeared, and Mrs. Zhao is here to seek cooperation."

The old woman with an old face but not slow movements continued: "You should also know the situation. The foreign envoy in the east wing and several businessmen who stayed last night are dead, and several lawyers and doctors in the west wing have been killed. Shoot. The wild wolf and I originally planned to attack the lawyer who lives on our left to make the matter bigger, but when I went over this morning, the doctor was dead and the wild wolf was missing."

"He didn't come back last night and you didn't go check the situation?" Lao Ding raised his head and looked at her closely, "Why did you only find out this morning?"

His tone was very rude, but Mrs. Zhao didn't care. In the final analysis, the relationship between the two organizations they belong to is the same. In this crisis-ridden level, it is already a great honor to not refuse cooperation in one breath or even add insult to injury.

Mrs. Zhao: "I was waiting in the room, but I suddenly fell asleep for some reason."

Suddenly, fell asleep...

Lao Ding's eyes condensed, and he turned to look at Chuan Qi: "You too?"

"Me too." The man sitting on the chair with his legs crossed looked a little immodest, but his solemn tone and expression showed his truth: "I was about to leave President Wang's room, and my head I was suddenly stunned, and then my eyelids were shaking and I fainted. When I woke up this morning, I was still lying on the bed in that room."

"Look at it this way..." Chuan Qi glanced at the other five people, "Everyone must have had the same experience last night? Hey, luckily I fell on the bed, otherwise my neck wouldn't be able to bear it after sleeping all night. .”

"You young people are fine." Mrs. Zhao put her hands on the crutches and continued: "I, an old woman, have been sitting all night, and this morning my spine hurt so much that I could hardly stand up. This is called torment... …”

A few decent chats are like rain and dew accidentally falling on a dry land, and they don't have much effect.

It's only the second day after entering the dungeon, but a large number of NPCs have already died. Nine of the fourteen people who participated are now missing. In addition, there is currently no progress in the dungeon... No matter how you look at it, it's all about to be played. Complete rhythm.

"...What was the cause of that doctor's death?"

Old Ding, who was grabbing a few pieces of white paper and rubbing it up and down, didn't notice the stagnant and tense atmosphere at all. A flash of light flashed through his mind. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Mrs. Zhao with bright eyes: "The doctor that the wild wolf attacked, he Were they shot and killed like the others?"

"...No." Mrs. Zhao reacted, her hand holding the crutch trembling slightly: "The cause of death was excessive blood loss, and the wild wolf used a gun!"

Because of her emotional excitement, her already hoarse voice sounded even more conditioned to make people frown.

This news, which seems cruel to regard human life as child's play, is like a ray of light, giving these travelers who are still running in circles and hitting the wall in the fog some inspiration.

"Let's go check out that room!"

Old Ding stood up and said to Sister Yu: "I think there should be some clues left there."

"……Walk!"

Sister Yu immediately stood up and looked at Mrs. Zhao and Chuan Qi: "Together?"

There was no other way now, so the two of them naturally would not object and nodded in agreement. Chuan Qidao: "The detectives are still interrogating the guests in the middle hall, and most of the servants are gathered there. Except for a few police officers in the west wing, there should be no one there."

"Let's divide into two groups!" Sister Yu said decisively, "Chuan Qi and I will go explore the road first, and the three of you will follow. Be careful to avoid the servants and guards. If there is no other way, go to inquire about the news first or come back here and wait. gather."

"If there's no problem, let's set off now."

The well-dressed reporter was a man of his word. After consulting several people for their opinions, he grabbed the man next to him and disappeared from the sight of the three of them.

……

The doctor's room looked a little scary, but for these people who had walked through the sea of ​​​​blood and mountains of corpses, it was commonplace.

A large pool of blood lay on the ground in the center of the room. There were no signs of fighting or anyone coming. A Western oil painting hangs on the wall facing the door of the room. The large patchwork of contrasting colors makes your eyes hurt. On the cabinet, the antique vases from the front are arranged in a row, like fakes sold cheaply on the street stalls, buy ten and get one free.

"Did you find anything?" Sister Yu stood at the door and asked while paying careful attention to the movements outside.

The man groping about the house remained silent.

After a while, Old Ding, who searched the entire shelf and grabbed the small golden object he found from the gap, sighed with relief. He turned around and looked at his companion, raised the thing in his hand and was about to speak. The white smoke suddenly appeared and swallowed up the five people in the room.

"Bang!"

Something fell to the ground and stumbled into the pool of blood on the ground.

The ominous dark red covered the bright shadow, leaving the pale golden pole rusty.

……

"Wow-wow-"

Several crows flew high in the sky. Old Ding opened his eyes and saw masses of festive red.

what happened?

He struggled to move his stiff body, but found that he was as light as a ball of air.

Using too much force, he crashed straight into the door and window not far away.

"Snapped!"

Trying to keep his balance, a small chatter came to his ears.

"I really didn't expect that the third master would actually marry..."

The keyword was omitted, and Lao Ding immediately moved his body closer and saw two young people dressed in fashionable clothes standing in the corner chatting. They seemed to be guests, one had a cigarette in his mouth and the other wore glasses.

The smoking man took out a mouthful of "cloud" and said, "You don't care about that! With the attitude of Third Master, who dares to object to whoever he wants to marry? If you talk nonsense again, be careful that the Tang Sect's agencies are not very discerning."

The bespectacled man tsked lightly: "He did it and didn't let others tell him? Marrying his own sister is a big deal. No matter how powerful he is, can he stop the mouths of all sentient beings?"

"And Miss Tang..." He raised his eyebrows, "She's really pitiful. She was so pretty, but she ended up like this."

"You know it again!" The smoking man gave him a disdainful look, "How do you know that this person is not in love? And what will happen... In the past, you couldn't tell the third master's attitude towards Miss Tang. If you want a star, you won't give it. Moon picker, no, I didn’t even say I wanted the Third Master and I just took the initiative to send him to my door. What’s going to happen... I think he might live a good life. You, an outsider, think so much. Why, you are still thinking about reaching the sky in one step. Twenty less years of hard work?”

He knew this man's temperament very well, and why he was complaining here now was because Mr. Tang San's actions directly cut off the ladder for the "Phoenix Men" like them to climb high.

"Even if there is no Mr. Tang San." He took another deep puff of cigarette, "You are just like toads who want to eat swan meat! What kind of silk flower do you really think Miss Tang is? Can you coax her with just a few words of love? That is that person He escaped alone from the fallen city of W. Bullets don't have eyes, and other than being shot twice, he can't tell anything else."

"A grown man doesn't want to make great achievements, he always looks for shortcuts."

"You are so embarrassing to...!"

As he spoke, he kicked the gentle-eyed man, then crushed the cigarette butt and left with one hand in his pocket, as if any more words were too much.

Lao Ding did not look at the expressions of the remaining people. He frowned and thought slowly.

The wedding between the head of the Tang Sect and his sister? W city fell?

Could it be that everything we see now is what will happen in the future?

With this guess in mind, he began to wander around this strange yet familiar house. I met servants dressed in red and green, a beaming butler, and many guests.

The decoration and layout were similar to the mansions they had seen before, with one difference, that is - the two masters lived not in the north wing but in the east wing. Mr. Tang's confidants lived in the west, while the housekeeper and servants lived in the east wing. Still in the ear room.

As for the south and north sides, of course they are still empty at this time.

They seem particularly lonely amidst the bustle.

Feeling that he was done shopping, Lao Ding slowed down in the garden and sorted out the known clues.

Clusters of flowers and plants are in bloom, as if they are also celebrating today's happy event.

Everything looks wonderful.

"...Yang Hua, you..."

Yanghua?

Lao Ding, who caught the familiar name, subconsciously raised his head and looked around, but found that the place was empty, with nothing there.

Just as he was about to float there to take a look, a suona sound resounding through the clouds came from a distance.

His voice was high-pitched and clear, his voice clear and elegant: "Na——"

The clouds in the sky were dyed red on the ground and jumped for joy. The sleeping phoenix stretched its wings and circled up in the wind.

The jade from Kunshan is broken into pieces and jingles in harmony.

The wedding has begun.