"It doesn't appear to be."

Xie Bingyan bypassed Meng Boshu and looked at the ever-burning lamp on the table.

In the daytime, like the white lanterns that are extinguished, the ever-burning lanterns are also extinguished.

Xie Bingyan walked closer to observe, and saw that there was something extra in almost every long-burning lamp, and some black paper scraps remained in the small lamps.

Looking down at the bamboo basket under the long table, more than half of the yellow paper inside was missing. After thinking about it for a while, Xie Bingyan knew where the scraps of paper came from.

"Suddenly I feel a little grateful to him."

Ji Muxia didn't speak, his eyes fell on the tablet again.

In the daytime, the black tablets that were originally filled with names became empty, and only the outermost tablets had names on them.

Kubota Youjiang, Chao Daicheng, Meng Boshu.

All three tablets bear the names of dead players.

Ji Muxia silently counted, no more, no less, exactly eighteen tablets.

Are all eighteen cards reserved for players?

Ji Muxia recalled that last night the tablets should be the names of the original owners of the house. He remembered them one by one, and it was a family with the surname "Xu", but the tablets clearly had more than 18 people.

Perhaps, the tablet at night represents the NPC, and the tablet during the day represents the player.

"what's the situation?"

With her stomach full, Qin Jiao walked in from outside the ancestral hall, and with her was the female player Masha who lived with her in the peach room.

Xie Bingyan was not surprised that she could find it. He only looked up at her fake belly, and said with a half-smile: "Someone tried for us and ruled out an option."

Qin Jiao glanced at Meng Boshu, who had turned into a burning lamp, and twitched his mouth: "I knew this idiot was going to die, and he threatened me to accompany him to the grass-milling house last night, and I beat him up."

"No wonder he refused to let go of his last hope, probably because he didn't expect that even the weakest pregnant woman could beat him into a dog." Xie Bingyan suddenly realized.

He felt strange, when he and Ji Muxia left the main hall, Meng Boshu was obviously looking for companions everywhere, so why he decided to take risks at night.

It turned out that he failed to find a companion and was cornered.

"He also looked for me, but I won three consecutive boxing champions, so I didn't slap him in the face because of his age." Qin Jiao's partner, the black curly-haired girl Ma Sha, who was only considered to be pretty, said.

The other three present were silent at the same time.

Martha wore an ordinary loose sweatshirt, long-sleeved trousers, and her figure was invisible.She is ordinary in appearance, not outstanding in personality, and has a common name. Who would have thought that her skills are so powerful.

"Doomed to die." When Ji Mucha passed by Meng Boshu again, he looked down at his hands.

The hands of an ordinary middle-aged man have the uniquely developed hair of the Caucasian race, which is furry like a bear's paw.

However, there was no blood.

This is the first player to die without seeing any blood.

Ji Mucha remembered this scene: "Let's go, let's go back."

When the four players were walking towards the main hall where they were eating, they suddenly noticed something was wrong when they passed the main house behind the main hall.

"Aren't the lanterns only lit at night?"

Qin Jiao looked at the red window paper all over the room and felt something was wrong.

"Perhaps, it's not a lantern."

Ji Muxia looked at the red window paper that made people feel uncomfortable, and first stood outside the window and shouted: "Su Jieke!"

No response.

Xie Bingyan called him by his real name, but there was still no response.

"Go in and have a look." Martha calmly walked in front, raised her leg and kicked the door open.

After the door was opened, a strong smell of blood came from the room.

It was as if it was a secret room before, and all the smells were tightly sealed, until the door was opened, there was an outlet for catharsis in an instant, and the smell exploded all of a sudden.

"Blood……"

"Su Jieke seems to be in danger."

Xie Bingyan didn't cover his nose, and walked into the room with a frown to observe.

Su Jieke himself was not seen in the room, and the only red lantern on the table was silent and without a flame. The red color on the window paper was not the light, but the blood in the room.

The window paper on the entire wall was stained red, and blood continued to flow from the bottom to the ground.

When entering the door, the handprints of two people appeared on the white lantern and seal at the door, one was Kubota Youjiang and the other was Su Jieke.

Kubota Yue is dead, but Su Jieke is still alive.

When Kubota Youjiang died, Ji Muxia guessed that Su Jieke would not be able to escape this test, and now it seems that it is so.

Others thought that Kubota Youjiang's death was because he didn't go back to the place where the game was arranged to spend the night, and it was because of the main room, but Ji Muxia knew it was not.

"I didn't find anyone, and I don't know which workshop he will appear in later." Xie Bingyan put on medical gloves and touched the blood on the paper on the window.

When I first entered the door, the blood was still flowing from the wall to the ground, but now it has solidified and the color has become dull.

The four of them searched the various corners under the bed in the room. Unsurprisingly, they did not find Su Jieke's body, but they also did not find any trace of his death.

The bed was clean and there was no trace of blood.

The same goes for tables and chairs.

Only the window paper on the entire wall was dyed red, and it was dyed neatly, as if it was soaked in a dye vat and colored one by one.

"The cause of death can only be known when the body is found." Ji Mucha said.

They had seen Kubota Youjiang's body, cut in half and cut in half.

I also saw Chao Daicheng's body, his head was smashed.

There is also the Mengbo book, which has been made into an ever-burning lamp.

Only Su Jack is still unknown.

Seeing that it was getting late, the four of them went back to the main room first. At this time, the hot breakfast was already emitting fragrance on the Eight Immortals table, and other players were also sitting at the table while eating and looking out.

"You finally came, and you thought you were all dead at once."

One player let out a long sigh of relief.

If so many players die in one night, I feel that I won't live long.

"Two people died last night, Meng Boshu and Su Jieke." Xie Bingyan didn't hide anything, sat down and handed steamed buns to Ji Mucha, and then said a strong medicine.

The other players present were all silent.

It's only been two days since I entered the game, and four people have already died.

Ji Muxia looked around, there were eighteen players, except for the four who died, and including herself, there were only fourteen left.

Fourteen players, how many will be left tomorrow?

After eating, the family tree automatically turned the pages again silently. This time, after it turned quickly, the tasks of the others remained the same, only Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan's changed.

"Mine has changed and turned into a grass grinder."

The scalpel in Xie Bingyan's hand slipped out of his sleeve unconsciously, and he had an urge to operate on this family tree.

"I grind the grass by myself, and you dry the paper by yourself. This intention is obvious."

The corners of Xie Bingyan's mouth curled up, as if he was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

He was not afraid of arranging him to die, but Xie Bingyan was even angrier for arranging Ji Muxia to go to the paper drying room.

The dangers of the grass-milling house are known, as long as you don’t recite poems to avoid them, but the dangers of the paper drying house are unknown, and no one knows what triggers death.

On the first day of work, there was no change. Even if Kubota Yue died, the players who were originally arranged in the same workshop with him did not change or were filled, and no one was killed.

This intentional adjustment, Ji Mucha suspects, is revenge from the game NPC.

For their arson and night outs.

"Be careful." Ji Muxia seized the time, quickly finished eating the steamed buns in his hand, wiped his hands and stood up, "Life is important, and there is no need to be too disciplined."

The family tree split into sheets again, this time without snapping apart as it floated past his head.

Ji Muxia thought, probably in the eyes of this ghost, he was already a dead person.

There is no need to argue with the dead, because they can fight after they all become ghosts...

The paper drying room is next to the paper fishing room, which happens to be the next process of paper fishing.

According to the work flow chart on the wall, Ji Muxia found that the work in the paper drying room was more difficult than fishing paper.

He needs to separate the wet papers that were stacked together when fishing for paper, and then lay the whole sheet flat on the wall to wait for the paper to dry.

During this process, the paper must not have creases, holes, or tears, and the movements must be gentle and fast.

Ji Muxia looked at the sky before entering the door, and estimated the time, it was probably around nine o'clock in the morning.

——After entering the game, the personal terminal will be blocked and cannot be opened or used directly.Players can only estimate the approximate time from the height of the sun, and know that the date has passed by another day from the countdown at zero o'clock every night in the game.

The location of the paper drying room is the warmest and brightest, with large windows, and the wall where the paper drying is facing several large open windows.

Ji Muxia rolled up his sleeves and began to divide and dry the paper.

When Ji Muxia just touched the wet paper, subconsciously shrank her fingers and dared not touch it.

He had just fished out the paper yesterday, and he remembered that the wet paper felt distinctly different to the touch.

Today's wet paper feels like human skin.

Like when he took a bath by himself, he touched his own wet skin.

Cold, delicate skin after a cold shower.

But when you look closely, the edges of the fluff are clearly the texture of paper.

He is the only one in the paper drying room. There are a series of tools on the table, a wooden board for spreading paper, and a brown brush.

For some reason, this series of things made him suddenly fearful.

It was as if the plank had become a human skeleton, and the brown brush had become human hair.

Even the entire paper drying room seemed to be a human abdominal cavity, and he became a mass of food being digested in the abdominal cavity.

Ji Muxia simply closed her eyes, silently recalled her graduation thesis, and recited a few lines of theoretical knowledge.After opening his eyes again, he decisively stretched out his hand to separate the paper, put it on the wall, and put stickers on it.

This time, the paper was fine, just like the touch of paper and water, without that weird illusion.

Ji Muxia got busy without distraction, and quickly pasted the wet paper on the wooden board to the wall one by one.

After the last piece of paper on the wooden board was pasted, Ji Muxia planned to look for clues in other places in the house.

"what--"

Ji Muxia stretched her waist long and yawned, and suddenly heard an echo.

Where is the echo coming from this small room?

Ji Muxia turned her head slowly and saw the missing Su Jieke.

He was nailed to the wall and placed in big characters.

All the blood drained dry, the body was like a mummy.

Black skin, like a charred mummy.

His blood flowed down the entire wall, staining the wet paper on the wall red.

"It's a pity that this is not a hero's novel. Jack Su has become cannon fodder after all." Ji Mucha sighed calmly.

On the wall, Su Jieke opened his eyes and grinned:

"Actually, I also like reading horror novels, and now I finally have the opportunity to be the hero of the novel."

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