The program team lost contact, and the desert island live broadcast reversed the character design

Chapter 173 Respect money, power, and arms, the program team is too dirty

Su Zhe was about to angrily scold Zhou Jiamin for his rude behavior.

But suddenly, there was a violent banging sound on the plaster walls on both sides.

Several black figures smashed the wall and stretched out their arms to grab the three of them.

In the dark and narrow corridor, countless ragged, blood-stained arms were waving in the air, and the terrifying roars of NPCs could be heard in the ears, as if they would pounce on them at any time and tear them apart.

This is really exciting.

"Ah!" Zhou Jiamin was so frightened that she hurriedly rushed forward along the corridor without taking advantage of her.

Guan Chunjie also rushed forward, even remembering his duty. After finding a room, he immediately opened the door, held it against the door, and shouted behind him:

"Come in quickly!"

Zhou Jiamin immediately rushed in from the door.

Su Zhe suppressed his curiosity to look behind the plaster wall and carefully walked through the arm jungle and entered the room.

After the three people entered the house, the door was locked tightly again, cutting off the three people's escape.

There was no light in the room and he couldn't see his fingers. Su Zhe was just about to find the light switch when he suddenly thought:

"It would be a killer if the show team arranges an NPC here."

"Don't scare me!" Zhou Jiamin was so scared that she squatted at the door and didn't dare to move. She simply used the walkie-talkie to ask the other side, "Pepe, how are you doing?"

The walkie-talkie buzzed:

"Zeng Qisheng! Let's go! Don't squat on the ground! Ge Yunbin, don't be a coward. Oh, I'm so annoying. You are so cowardly!"

Although Zhou Jiamin was very frightened, she instantly became happy when she heard that the other group was even more embarrassed than herself:

"Haha, they only have one tank. It's so pitiful. It's hard for Pepe to lead the team."

While she was gloating about her misfortune, Su Zhe finally found the switch on the wall and pressed it without saying a word.

pat.

The light bulb turned on, and a righteous and awe-inspiring voice sounded at the same time:

"Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! Chi la chi la——"

It was as if the tape was damaged and the sounds behind it were inaudible.

Su Zhe took advantage of the light and immediately looked around and found that it was an ancestral hall with rows of spiritual tablets placed on the altar table.

Jia Liusan, Jia Chongyi, Jia Fugui... Jia Fenghou.

Su Zhe looked at all 30 spiritual tablets, silently remembered the names in his mind, and then looked elsewhere.

At this time, Zhou Jiamin was also searching for evidence carefully, and soon found a hidden box.

There was a lock on the box, but she learned the lesson this time and no longer looked for the key. Instead, she handed it directly to Su Zhe and said:

"Just drive it."

Su Zhe nodded, fiddled with the lock for a while, then easily unlocked it and opened the box.

There were three sticks of incense and a new piece of red paper in the box.

Su Zhe took out the red paper and the three of them read it together. They found that it was a pleading for a case. It was about a foreigner who killed a Beiyang civilian after drinking on Beiyang soil.

In the final comments on the paper, a line of sonorous and powerful fonts was written:

"Foreigners who break the law must be punished according to the law! Death penalty!"

When Su Zhe saw this line of writing, he couldn't help but admire:

"Good! Backbone!"

Although the story is good, it seems to have nothing to do with the secret room.

Su Zhe opened the red paper and found a few lines written with a brush on the back:

"Three sticks of incense, respect heaven, earth, and ancestors."

Revere ancestors?

Su Zhe immediately walked to the altar table and found an incense burner behind it, which he placed in front of a wall.

He felt around in the incense burner and found a groove. Based on the shape of the groove, he found the corresponding one among the three incense candles.

"This is the ancestor-respecting incense candle. Why don't you put it in and try it?"

After Su Zhe sought their opinions, he decisively inserted the incense candle into the groove of the incense burner.

click.

There is no response.

Su Zhe guessed:

"You may want to insert the other two incense candles in corresponding places."

He looked around the room. Apart from the door they came from, there were three walls, and guessed:

"Go and look around the other two walls. There may be hidden incense burners."

The three of them were looking for the incense burner, and Wu Peipei's voice came from the intercom:

"Su Zhe! Where are you now? We finally entered the house!"

"We found a box. When we opened it, there were three incense candles. We are looking for the corresponding incense burner."

Su Zhe quickly answered his progress, but heard the other person was very embarrassed:

"So fast? We are still looking for the light! Hey, we found it!"

Through the walkie-talkie, Su Zhe heard a crazy recording coming from over there:

"After I die, who will care about the flood? Chi la chi la..."

Even the recording is different!

Su Zhe thought to himself. After finding the box on the other side and finding the key with difficulty, he quickly asked:

"What's in your box?"

Wu Peipei replied: "A piece of yellow paper..."

"Read!"

At Su Zhe's urging, Wu Peipei read about the same case, that is, the foreign murder case.

"Huh? Is it the same content this time?"

Zhou Jiamin asked curiously, and heard Wu Peipei read out her final opinions:

"Leave it to the foreigners to deal with it, and put the complaining family members in prison. You must not harass the foreigners!"

"Bang!" Guan Chunjie slammed the table angrily, "This warlord is not a good person!"

"Don't be angry. The corrupt Beiyang warlords, who regarded foreigners as their fathers, only oppressed the civilians of Beiyang. They have been overthrown long ago! This kind of behavior was not uncommon among warlords at that time."

Su Zhe glanced at the red paper in his hand:

"On the contrary, this kind of behavior is abnormal, right? It's more like book business anger."

<divclass="contentadv">He began to wonder whether the symmetry of the two sides of the building had a special meaning:

"Is it possible that that side is the real Warlord Jia and this side is the ideal one? Maybe he still has a trace of scholarly spirit in his heart, which is why he imagined himself like this?"

Everyone was dumbfounded:

"Sounds reasonable!"

"Su Zhe, you can't solve the puzzle, can you? Should we get off work early?"

"It's just a guess. What shift do you have?" Su Zhe said with a smile, "We came to check the cause of death of everyone in the house, but we haven't found anything yet!"

Ge Yunbin agreed:

"Yes, we have to decrypt it step by step. However, Su Zhe's guess may have guessed the truth behind the scenes, which will be very useful for subsequent decryption!"

Su Zhe asked him:

"Besides the yellow paper, what else is there in the box? Are there three incense candles?"

"That's right, three incense candles." Ge Yunbin opened the yellow paper and read, "Respect money, power, and arms."

Su Zhe and the others:? ? ?

"What are you paying homage to?"

"Money, power and arms." Wu Peipei repeated, sighing, "This warlord Jia is quite unique. This is the first time I have seen such a thing as incense."

"It goes straight to the point." Su Zhe chuckled secretly, "For warlords, what are the ancestors of heaven and earth of no use? It's money, power and arms that matter!"

"Then how to make a statue?" Zhou Jiamin asked curiously.

Su Zhe chuckled:

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, with six pure depleted uranium bombs, rotations in one breath, saves the world with great mercy."

This joke from the past life did not seem to appear in this world. Zhou Jiamin was stunned for a while when he heard:

"You made it up to have a nose and eyes. Did you react too quickly?"

Su Zhe didn't say much and exchanged information with Ge Yunbin through the walkie-talkie.

The two discovered that the information in their respective rooms hid the method of opening the incense burner in the other's room.

So with mutual cooperation, they both found three incense burners.

"One person at a time, insert the incense candle into the incense burner and see what happens."

Su Zhe arranged it, and the three of them walked to the incense burner and inserted the incense candles together.

But they waited for a while, but there was still no response.

At this time, Zhou Jiamin suddenly let out a scream, which scared Su Zhe's heart:

"what happened?"

"Look at the wall!"

Zhou Jiamin was so frightened that she ran towards Su Zhe, which frightened Su Zhe even more:

Old woman, stop taking advantage of me!

"Don't come here! The middle of the room is the safest!"

Fortunately, Zhou Jiamin was really scared and didn't care about taking advantage of others. She stood honestly in the middle of the room and looked at Su Zhe.

Su Zhe observed the wall in front of him and found that water was dripping down the white wall, and blood-red handprints slowly appeared on the wall.

"I'm pretty sure there wasn't one on the wall just now!" Zhou Jiamin shouted, "I saw the bloody handprints appearing little by little with my own eyes."

"Don't be afraid." Su Zhe stepped forward, smelled the smell of the liquid, and suddenly realized, "It's soda water! I guess there were fingerprints drawn on the wall with phenolphthalein. It was originally transparent, but turned red after encountering a weak alkali, forming a 'bloody fingerprint' '!"

Su Zhe was not sure whether the program team used this method. After all, there are many ways to achieve color change in chemistry, but at least he was sure that it was just a chemical method and definitely not a supernatural event.

"Really?" Zhou Jiamin asked hesitantly.

Su Zhe shrugged:

If you don’t learn mathematics, physics and chemistry, there will be magic everywhere! These illiterate people are really easy to fool.

"Of course, otherwise how could there be ghosts?"

Su Zhe said helplessly, seeing a line of bloody words slowly appearing on the wall, and read:

"This is a sacrificial text. There are three sacrificial texts on three walls. Three people need to recite them together. After reciting, a passage will appear."

Seeing that cooperation was required to pass the level, Zhou Jiamin slowly returned to the blood wall.

"The sacrifices in the suburbs are the most respectful, and the gentlemen lead the animals..."

The three of them read different sacrificial inscriptions together. As the words in blood became increasingly blurry, they couldn't help but slowly approach the wall and concentrate on distinguishing the words in blood.

At this moment——

boom!

On the wall, a ferocious head suddenly smashed into the wall and appeared in front of the three people.

Even Su Zhe was so frightened that he took a step back, his heart pounding rapidly.

The program team is so dirty that they resorted to such tactics.

This reminded him of the trick-or-treating games he had played before, which were usually small games where everyone found trouble or controlled the mouse. When the player was staring at the screen intently, it suddenly changed to a scary photo, which startled people.

This is the same principle, but the ghosts played by real NPCs are much scarier than the pictures.

After the head squeezed out of the wall, two more arms passed through the white wall and waved in front of Su Zhe.

But he had regained his composure, and after careful observation, he immediately discovered that the so-called wall was just a layer of white paper, with a layer of white paint painted on it. As long as you didn't look carefully, you couldn't tell.

No wonder the NPC can expose it in one go.

Su Zhe figured it out, but the other two were not so courageous. Chunjie, the famous tank tuber, was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away, not to mention Zhou Jiamin, who directly let out a piercing scream:

"Ah - don't come over! Don't come over!"

Su Zhe sighed and could only run over, grabbed her wrist, and ran towards the altar table in the middle of the room.

On the ceiling above the altar, a door popped up, and a ladder protruded from the door and landed on the altar.

"This is the way out! Come on!"

Guan Chunjie climbed up quickly and immediately reached out to pull Zhou Jiamin.

However, Zhou Jiamin's legs were weak and she couldn't use any strength at all.

Su Zhe was behind her and saw the NPCs on three walls breaking out of the walls and rushing toward her, so he had no choice but to stretch out his hands and push Zhou Jiamin up.

"Su Zhe, it's your turn! Hurry up!"

I am currently writing the next chapter. With my slow speed, I estimate that it will be finished around 1pm. Sorry, I really haven’t saved the manuscript.