I rely on my face to pretend to be poor in the world of infinite flow

When Xie Sha and Yu Xingzhi arrived at the crime scene, it was almost noon, 11:03.

Although the weather is sunny and sunny, the white house located in the northwest, submerged in the background of creeper green plants, looks quite cold and lonely.

The two stood outside to observe for a while, and then walked into the house in such a way that Xie Cha walked in front and Yu Xingzhi followed him.

Xie Sha opened the door with a key, and he naturally pulled the seal aside.

Because they are connected buildings, nearby residents must have seen them enter the haunted house, but because of their natural behavior, they subconsciously classified them as plainclothes policemen.

Yu Xingzhi just glanced at Xie Sha's hand that opened the door, and didn't ask where he got the key from.

His undefended face is gentle and clear, just like in Willow Village, he always has a subconsciously curious smile, but unlike in Willow Village when Xie Sha always cared about him, since the dungeon reunion this time, no one has paid any attention to the dungeon. The innkeeper's faint smile had something strange, even the most sensitive purple sage.

That shallow smile seemed to have found the most harmonious way, floating on that gentle and handsome face, and was accepted by everyone, even though there was no real warmth and softness.

Including now, Yu Xingzhi looked at Xie Cha in the same way.

From the fence outside to the gate of the villa, the distance is not far, and there are various uncoordinated green potted plants on the left and right, which makes people not want to stay at all.

Xie Sha directly used the key to open the door of the villa. The seal on this door was firmly pasted, and it was inevitable that the seal would be cut off in the middle when the door was opened.

But neither of them cared.

As soon as the door was opened, there was a dry and cool feeling, just like the shady touch of a house that has not been occupied for a long time.

The crime happened in the early morning of yesterday, and there were forensic police officers to deal with the scene during the day, but now it makes people feel that this house has been unoccupied for a long time, at least for several months.

But it could also be because someone died in the house.

The two didn't specifically exchange anything about it.

Xie Sha observed the other layout of the house, corroborating it with the crime scene information he found through special channels.

"The scene is indeed very consistent with a burglary. The husband's head is at the door, facing the inner room. It seems that when the door was opened, he saw the danger and wanted to escape, so he was beheaded instantly. The wife's body was a little behind. The bedroom and the Between the nursery. She looks like she came out to see, maybe she heard her husband's warning, and immediately wanted to escape. At this time, she might want to enter the master bedroom, but for a while, she wanted to escape into the nursery. She went to the baby's room, but because of this hesitation, she was too slow to go in, and was killed there—this is the reconstruction of the scene obtained by the police and forensic doctors after the scene investigation."

Yu Xingzhi stood there with a gentle and beautiful face, and his water-blue eyes showed a little sadness for the tragedy, but not much.

When Xie Sha spoke, his tone was very light, without any personal emotion: "However, they can't explain two things. First, although there are many other people's footprints at the scene, including traces of financial intrusion, they can't explain what happened after killing her husband. , the behavior and motivation of leaving the head but destroying the body. Second, the wife’s body is complete, but part of it is missing, her stomach is gone, and the uterus shows signs of a violent abortion, but there is no remains of the fetus at the scene.”

Yu Xingzhi looked at Xie Cha attentively and gently, with a faint smile, like infinite trust, and tilted his head slightly: "Then what do you think happened, Xie Cha?"

Xie Sha walked around and stood on the scene drawn with chalk, where the head of the dead player was, and stood perfectly.

He tried to look at it from the angle of the deceased's gaze at that time, thought for a while, and then slowly squatted down, putting his hands on the ground until he was almost in a lying position, at the same level as Wang Yi's head at that time, to see this house.

As if cooperating with him tacitly, Yu Xingzhi walked to the white circle drawn by Qin Zhen's body, stood between the baby room and the master bedroom, and looked softly at Xie Sha on the ground.

Xie Sha's dark eyes suddenly paused. He didn't look behind Yu Xingzhi, not even anywhere, but slowly turned his eyes to look at the chandelier on the ceiling and the image refracted on the ground.

A stopped clock, twelve thirty-five.

Coincidence?

Xie Sha stood up and walked towards the master bedroom. He first glanced at the baby room on the right, but didn't go in. He walked directly to the master bedroom on the left.

Yu Xingzhi, who was leaning on the log wall of the master bedroom and the baby room, also followed him into the master bedroom. Before going in, Yu Xingzhi took a look at the baby room.

There was a mirror there, and there was some hazy gloom in the room with the curtains drawn.

Yu Xingzhi only glanced at it, paused, and raised his hand to look at his watch.

The corners of the rose-colored lips are slightly curved, as if to say that the time is almost up.

He raised his eyebrows a little. Yu Xingzhi seldom did such a smile and raising his eyebrows, and it was a bit close to Tan Yaozu.

But fortunately, that expression quickly disappeared, and he still looked gentle and clear, defenseless and harmless.

He didn't look any further into the nursery, but went straight into the master bedroom.

In the baby's room, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, but it was also like an illusion.

……

Everyone in the blue team knew about Lan Tiao going to Yu Xingzhi.

At the beginning of the team division, Xie Sha took Yu Xingzhi away in front of them, and then ignored the rules when dividing the house and did not let Yu Xing get off the car.

This kind of disregard for the rules and their behavior, no one in the blue team said anything at the time, but it doesn't mean that everyone has no ideas.

Some people are angry and angry. After all, the loss of a teammate may affect their clearance.

But there were also people who were calm and immediately thought of how to make the situation favorable to them.

"Isn't this great? Xie Sha is very strong. Yu Xingzhi will get a lot of information by following the white team. Anyway, he is also a member of the blue team, and he has to clear the game."

"What does this have to do with us? If he wasn't stupid, he wouldn't have betrayed Xie Sha for a customs clearance."

"Why does it have to be betrayed? Can't we use his relationship to form an alliance with the white team? After all, it's not the time to tear ourselves apart. Even if it does, we can each rely on our own abilities."

"good idea."

So it was settled.

Also because of the fact that Yu Xingzhi was in the white team, they were inspired and began to actively contact people in the red team to find an internal response that they could cooperate with.

The spicy cumin powder among the young lovers of the red team is the collaborator they found.

Early this morning, they got a message from the other party's proactive contact, and immediately knew that the red team was downsizing last night, and the three of them lived together, but a player named Tomato Fried Popsicle disappeared without a sound.

After the blue team heard the news, they naturally wondered if the white team had encountered such a thing, and wanted to know the progress of the white team, so the blue team called Yu Xingzhi and asked him to come out and meet with him.

Although Xie Sha's calm intimidation to Lan Tiao was uncomfortable, but he got very important information, and this ending made Lan Tiao somewhat satisfied.

When he was walking on the road, he couldn't wait to call the people in the team.

Jinling Town was bustling with people coming and going, and being bustling meant being noisy, and Blues had to adjust his route so that their conversation could go smoothly and he wouldn't have to shout at his throat.

The first call was not made. It seemed that the signal was not good and there was no connection.

But when Blues walked into a quieter alley to the north, the call was quickly connected.

"Hey."

Blues distracted himself a bit, checking to see if anyone was around, in case his words were overheard, especially by players from other teams who might be following him.

"Captain." He naturally called out the person on the other end of the phone, and told the captain of the blue team, Watchman, about the news in the newspaper that Xie Sha had given him.

"That's the way it is. In this case of robbery and extermination, one of the deceased is a player, and the other is named Tan, who may have come from Liushu Village."

"What do you think?" The watcher's voice was low, as if the signal was not good, and there were many people on his side, so he couldn't hear clearly.

Blues had to walk and try to find a place with a better signal.

"They will definitely go to the scene of the crime to investigate, we must go too, and Liushu Village, we should go back, there may be clues... Hey, hey..."

There was a noise on the phone, as if it had not been hung up, but there was no response, and there was a faint sound of music.

"Is the captain listening? Can you hear me?"

There was no response, but the melodious music continued, and it even became clearer.

The game has a Blue Star theme, but it doesn't mean that all players have learned Blue Star language. In fact, 80.00% of the language and characters in the game will be converted into Interstellar language when reading, which is easy for players to understand.

This also means that 15.00% of the content will not be translated.

But the language of the interstellar era can be inherited by AI, and it is not necessary to learn it from scratch, so as long as the level of mental strength and financial conditions permit, a person can master tens of thousands of languages.

That's the way the blues are, so even if the lyrics weren't translated into Interstellar, he understood it.

"...we will be in heaven...we will be in hell...we will be together..."

Like the tunes on an ancient disk, it keeps repeating, with a weak and ethereal female voice, full of infectious singing.

But under the noise of snowflakes, such a voice came through the phone, which made people inexplicably irritated.

"What the hell are you listening to? Watcher, turn off the music. Hey! I'm talking to you..."

Lan Tuo's temper was not very good. He gritted his teeth and almost wanted to drop his phone.

Especially when the song is still repeating and repeating, repeating endlessly.

Blues didn't want to communicate with the Watcher anymore, he just wanted to turn off the damn music, right away.

This kind of uncomfortable music is like lying in a coffin after death, covered with rotten corpses covered by bugs, and still looking at the sky motionless.

Lan Tuo looked ugly, took the phone away from his ear, and immediately clicked to end the call.

Then he was stunned, because there was no option to press it, and the call was over.

But, but the vocals of that old disk, sluggish and hollow, like a rotting corpse in a coffin, the damn song is still there.

"...we will end up in heaven...hell...we will end up in hell...we will end up together..."

The noise like snowflakes is getting heavier and heavier, as if it came from the disk itself, or like a singing corpse temporarily distorted and slowed down by corpse insects crawling over the dry and rotten vocal cords.

This kind of imagining makes Blue tune personally creepy.

He stopped, looked around, and found himself standing in a curved alley, with no end in sight.

It was quiet, and there were no people, and no doors through which people could come out.

No, there is a school, it seems to be a holiday, the door is locked, no one is there.

The uncomfortable singing continued, and I didn't get used to it after a long time.

"...we will end up in heaven...hell...we will end up in hell...we will end up together..."

Very close to him, getting closer.

Blues realized this, and also realized that his hands and feet were cold and frightened.

But why should he be afraid?

Lan Tuo clenched the phone tightly, made himself angry, and scolded loudly.

Anger buffers fear, and it works at all times.

He did feel better after the rant, and at the same time the person playing the music seemed to be provocative, and also turned up the volume of the disk.

Front, back, left, right, everywhere.

It's not because the sound of the disk has become louder, that sluggish, hollow voice has emotion and soul, but it seems that the person who heard the music was suddenly pulled into an abandoned cemetery, and the whole person's spiritual realm was shaken. Like being polluted.

"...we will end up in hell...we will end up together..."

At the end of the humming, there was only the second half of the sentence, which was repeated continuously, and the elongated voice seemed to be coming to an end.

Blues didn't relax, but instead he had a creepy intuition, and his face was extremely ugly - just like the singer who was shaking and decayed, crawled out along the latitude and longitude of the disk, and crawled towards him.

Like, by the time the song gets to the last line, that thing will be with him—eventually.

This kind of thought is too terrifying, Lan Tuo blinked desperately, only to find that his eyelashes were wet with cold sweat.

"Who is it? Who is playing tricks?"

Blues instincts can't get caught up in this kind of thinking, and they can't let the song go on.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you following me?"

Blues fell into chaos, he didn't expect to run back, out of this alley, as if he subconsciously felt that the voice was coming from behind him.

He didn't dare to go forward, because he didn't know what the road ahead was, whether there was a road or whether it really led to the cemetery. He was not familiar with the route of Jinling Town, and he was even more afraid that the voice was on the road ahead, heading towards him come.

In a panic, Lan Tuo walked towards the school instead, and quickly climbed over the iron railing school gate and entered.

This decision seems to be correct, because the sound is indeed small, as if it is far away, if there is nothing.

Blues finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he looked around.

The school area is very large, there must be other exits, as long as he finds the area closest to the bustling street where the crowd is, he can climb over the wall from there.

Thinking this way, the crisis was temporarily lifted, and Blues realized that he had to call his teammates and tell them what happened to him. If possible, his teammates might be able to help him.

Maybe it was a moment of panic, maybe it was habit, he didn't open the address book, but opened the call record first, so that he could choose the person he had contacted recently to call.

Blues lowered his head and habitually called Captain Watcher who had just passed the call.

His fingers didn't press down, but froze there.

The new mobile phone was bought in the dungeon. For the convenience of communication, there are not many call records on it, only three to be precise.

The one at the bottom is the landline number of the tea bar and bookstore he called to Xie Sha, to promote the new store, so there is a card with the landline address printed on it, so it is not difficult to get it.

The latter two were the ones he just dialed to the blue team captain, Watcher. The first one didn't get through, but the latter one got through, but hung up inexplicably in the middle of the conversation.

This is what happened in the blues memory.

However, the facts shown in the call log are not the case.

Except that the fixed line to Yu Xingzhi was connected normally and had a call time, the next two calls were all red, which means that they were not connected.

The blue adjustment froze there.

However, he clearly heard the watchman's voice from the phone, and he still spoke.

Said "hello" "what do you think".

However, the mobile phone showed that he did not call the watchman.

So, who was talking to him on the phone just now?

"...we will end up in hell...we will end up together..."

The disappearing disk music played again, this time very close, right behind him, right next to his ear.

"Hello" "What do you think".

Like sarcasm, the deep male voice similar to the watchman repeated what he thought he heard on the phone just now.

Blues turned back bit by bit stiffly—in any case, even if the game failed and was eliminated, he still wanted to know what happened.

There was nothing behind Lan Tuo, only his own head, turned 180 degrees, lifted slowly, and looked towards the top floor of the teaching building.

There was a clock there, and the blood dripped down along the twelve-thirty pointer, and fell into Blues' eyes.

The sun was shining brightly and brightly.

"...we will end up in hell...we will end up together..."

The voice came from Blues' mouth, as if he had finally solved the mystery, he was satisfied and fell to the ground.

A pale and slender hand picked up the phone that Blues had dropped on the ground, and dialed the most recent number in the call log.

……

The captain of the blue team, Warden, is a handsome man in his 30s. He is very good at playing games, but he no longer pursues games to make him mentally break through. He just likes the novelty brought by games.He plays almost every new game that comes out, and when he gets to know them and loses their novelty, he discards them and moves on to the next one, or plays nothing at all.

In general games, one to three copies can understand the routines of the game, and the game of Doomsday Hell is no exception.

From the moment the watcher heard about the disappearance of the red team members, he felt that he had vaguely found the routine of the dungeon. He didn't make a sound, but installed a positioning device on each teammate's mobile phone.

Fifteen people, this is the knockout system, use everyone including your own team members to go to the mine, and find a way to break the game and pass the level before all the chess pieces die.

The Watcher thought so.

When he called Blues three times in a row, but was told that he was not in the service area, the watchman was not surprised to feel that Blues had already been sacrificed.

So, rationally, he turned on the tracker device and restored the blues' route so far in the morning.

The final location is at the junction of Sakura Avenue and a small alley on North Street.

There is only one high school on that road.Such a conclusion was drawn immediately on the map.

"Is there any danger in the school?" the watchman wondered.

At this moment, Blues suddenly called in.

The watchman was slightly taken aback, then paused, allowing the phone to ring three times before he pressed the connection cautiously.

"Hey."

"Captain." Lan Tiao's voice was confident and faintly excited. Even though he wanted to keep his voice down, he still couldn't suppress the desire to tell him important news immediately. He didn't need the watcher to say anything at all, so he just said Xie Sha on his own. News from his newspaper.

It was indeed an important clue, but the watchman still had a strange feeling. He said cautiously, "What do you think?"

"They will definitely investigate the scene of the crime, and we must also..." The voice froze suddenly, as if suddenly seeing something unbelievable, as if surprised and amazed.

Watcher tensed up: "Blues? What happened? What happened to you?"

There was a burst of pleasant laughter, a bluesy laugh, as if he suddenly realized something, and found something particularly surprising.

"Hahahahaha we are in heaven...we will end up in hell..." Blues suddenly said something strange, as if he was talking about a secret, as if he was singing, "...we will be together in the end...[-]:[-] ten."

He said such a number, and then the phone was unilaterally hung up.

The watchman frowned tightly, and a chill came out of his back uncontrollably. He held the phone tightly, without any doubt that it was a call from hell.

He has played many games, and he will not confuse the boundary between games and reality. No matter how scary a game is, it is just a game, but he knows that he is very scared now.

It was restricted by his level of mental power and could not exceed the fear of cognition. If he did not hold the phone tightly, he would even tremble uncontrollably.

It's as if his spiritual sense has seen the future that he doesn't know, approaching them, desperately warning him, but he doesn't know it.

……

There is nothing special in the master bedroom of Qin Zhen and Wang Yi, not even very big.

When Yu Xingzhi came in, he could only stop at the door in order not to block the way.

"What's wrong?" He said to Xie Sha.

Xie Sha turned his back to the blue floor-to-ceiling glass windows and faced the bed in the master bedroom. To be precise, he was looking at the clock hanging on the wall above the bed.

Black and white, simple and exquisite timepiece.

The position is a bit high, and the pointer is broken, stopping at 35:[-].

Xie Sha stared at the clock quietly, and answered him in a very soft voice: "I can see this clock when I was downstairs, and I am a little concerned."

Yu Xingzhi glanced at it, then returned his eyes to Xie Cha's face, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his eyes were clear: "Is the time of the stop the time of death?"

"No, the autopsy results showed that the time of the incident was early in the morning. I was just thinking, it is very high, who would deliberately destroy it?"

"Perhaps nature is bad."

Xie Sha looked at it. His eyesight was excellent. If he wanted, his mental power could allow him to see through the entire structure of the entire watch in an instant: "No, it is good. There is some sudden external force that made it stuck."

Yu Xingzhi didn't speak, the corners of his lips curled a little more, and he looked at the furnishings in the room naturally.

Then, I took a look at the whole blue floor-to-ceiling windows with thin white curtains.

After that, Xie Sha went to look at other places in the house. They all wore plastic foot covers to prevent damage to the scene, and they also wore disposable rubber gloves on their hands.

The kitchen is very clean, except for some dehydrated and shriveled vegetables that are resistant to storage.

The bathroom was dismantled, apparently because the body of the male owner was missing, and the police suspected that the sewer might have been disposed of the body.

But they ended up gaining nothing.

Next is the baby room.

The layout is very warm, children's toys and cots, and a big mirror.

"Why is there a mirror in the baby room?" Xie Sha glanced at it.

Yu Xingzhi also showed a puzzled and innocent look: "I don't know, is it strange, for better light? Or do you want the baby to see yourself?"

No conclusion, like they didn't get more valuable clues from the scene here.

When leaving the baby room, Yu Xingzhi was still at the back. He turned his head, with a contemptuous and gentle face, and soft water-blue eyes. Even without much smile, he made people feel kind and heart-warming.

The delicate and perfect chin was raised slightly, and the pair of water-blue clear eyes looked at the mirror in the baby's room. They were obviously gentle eyes, but the light in the whole room suddenly dimmed, as if something was frightened and shrank. went back.

Yu Xingzhi put his finger on his lips, and tapped it lightly. When doing this, the corners of his rose-like lips were still slightly raised and bent, but his eyes were slightly empty as if he didn't care.

He went out.

"It seems that there is nothing to gain, do you want to go back?" Yu Xingzhi's voice sounded in the living room.

The door of the baby room was closed, and in the mirror of the room, something white was curled up, hugging itself tightly.

It's like a girl sitting with her knees hugged and defending herself because of frustration and fear of the outside world.

Xie Sha stood in the living room, looked around carefully, Qingjun's face was very quiet, and said softly: "Do you have a feeling that from the moment this house appeared in our line of sight, something is watching it?" How does it feel?"

Yu Xingzhi tilted his head in doubt, his water-blue eyes were clear and soft, and he looked at Xie Cha intently, reserved and restrained, as if he completely trusted everything about him.

"Not really, but since you said that, Xie Sha, there must be something special."

Xie Sha looked at Yu Xingzhi, his dark eyes were quiet, and although there was no emotion on his face, it made people feel that he was very happy.

"Mirror in the baby's room, for no reason, but I care."

The corners of Yu Xingzhi's lips raised a little, without any hesitation: "Then let's move it back."

Xie Sha looked at him without blinking, as if in a daze.

Yu Xingzhi's water-blue eyes were slightly curved, and he was gentle even though he didn't smile. He looked at him with focus and softness: "What's wrong? If you doubt it, then move back. Is there any problem?"

Xie Sha's Adam's apple moved slightly, this feeling of being indulged no matter what he thought, like a whale swimming wantonly above the sky.

"No." There was a small grunt in the throat, as if the cat was so comfortable, it was sweeping its tail, and every pore was relaxing with love.

When he answered, Yu Xingzhi had already rolled up his sleeves a little, ready to carry it.

"Then let's start."

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