Ten-Dimensional Covenant [Unlimited]

Time goes back to the present.

"Okay, okay, what's so good about dead people? People die every day in this place."

"But boss..."

"Shut up, I'm going to find a solution to the epidemic of depression." I interrupted Peanut's yelling.

Solving the epidemic depression is one of the 23 sub-quests in the dungeon. Through my hard work in the past few days, I have initially grasped its information.

According to historical records, this disease also ravaged Witch Town a long time ago, but it ended inexplicably.

The only words left are optimism and self-confidence.

I'll go to his grandma for a leg.Who didn't know that optimism and self-confidence are the way to fight depression?The key is am I optimistic?Am I confident?

I just experienced a lovelorn, and was accidentally pulled into this copy, I, I, I just want to hide in a corner and cry.

"Boss, don't cry. I've already investigated for you." Peanut took out a thick stack of files, "Although the solution is unknown, the way of transmission is clear."

I glanced at the thick file.Peanut has already summarized the content of the information into short words, which are marked in the front with a red pen.

Residents suffering from epidemic depression, after death, will transmit the pathogen to the five people closest to him.

Is it point-to-point transmission?

Shift, has all my luck been stolen by thieves?Why am I so unlucky?

"I have already investigated. The only source of this disease is two people." Peanut held the thick stack of documents and turned to 50 pages.

There are photos of the two of them on it.

The first: oblong body, shaved programmer haircut, generally smooth and hairless.

"Your close relative? Or the shelled one?" I asked, pointing to the first one.

"That's corn sausage. My figure is much better than his." Peanut patted his narrow waist.

"Heh, what does a man want to be protruding and bulging?" I curled my lips, and then looked at the second one, "Wait, did he also commit suicide with depression? The photo of this guy looks delicious. "

Yes, the second place is a can of coffee, fragrant coffee.

Peanut doesn't seem to like coffee, he frowned: "These two people died ten days ago. They were also the first two to commit suicide among all the people. It is very likely that the disease spread from them."

I remembered my identity, the great detective who is about to play Sherlock Holmes, Jieshu.

So I cheered up and supported my exhausted body tortured by depression, "Go, go and see these two people."

"Wait, boss." Peanut stopped me again.

"What's wrong?"

"That...that..."

"Speak quickly, and fart quickly. You are not on top of my recipes, so what is there to talk about?" I criticized his indecision.

Peanut hesitated for a moment, "Boss. Actually... the dead people I mentioned at the beginning were not suicides, but homicides."

What! ?He killed?

The red beans in my head couldn't support my 250 IQ, so I crashed.

"Solve the bizarre murder in Witch Town. It is also one of the 23 side missions." Peanut, as a tool man, explained dutifully at the side, "And now, the murder case has appeared."

. . .

The moment when dusk overlaps, when all things appear.

Under the setting sun, I turned into a human form and came to the door of the banana apartment.

I shouldn't mind my own business, but if anything has brought me here, it's the names Peanut and Holmes.

"This is... a refrigerator?" I looked up at this 25-story double-door refrigerator, no, an apartment, with suspicion.

"That's right. The deceased is a box of pure natural yogurt without preservatives, the kind that needs to be kept in the refrigerator." Peanut said.

"Go in and have a look." I opened the door at the bottom.Suddenly, a gust of cold air swished out.

I saw that Peanut was still slowly putting on a cotton coat, so I left him and rushed to the 18th floor alone.

The income of the deceased was good, and the banana apartment was considered to be the most high-end refrigerator within a few miles.

When they came to the door of the room, a yellow line had been pulled up there, and the spectators were isolated outside.

I squeezed in with my fists.

The room was a mess.There are signs of fights everywhere.The bottles and jars storing food additives fell to the ground, the dining tables and chairs were upside down, and the door locks still showed signs of being smashed.

Inspector Durian Crisp was already squatting beside the deceased.

"You're here too." Durian Crisp was wearing a monocle, like a high-ranking politician, with a superior scrutiny in every look.

He's my teammate, but I don't like him.

"What's going on?" I asked.

He slowly withdrew his gaze from me, "What's going on? Can't you see for yourself?"

"You..." I clenched my fists.When he met me for the first time, he questioned my IQ.And the reason why I still keep his life is to finish this dungeon as soon as possible and leave this shitty place.

At this moment, a shrill voice sounded: "Hehehe, maybe our third-rate reporter Taiyaki lost his eyes after losing his brain."

I looked over.Dachshund held a magnifying glass and pretended to check the cabinet. He was also a player, but he had a toilet-like mouth.

I don't care about them.Wipe away the inspector's durian cake like throwing garbage, and came to the dead.

Because of the curse.The dead had changed from a sticky liquid to a sticky solid.

I say this because the body is covered in milky sweet salad dressing.

The viscous liquid buried her body, and she couldn't see her appearance clearly, nor could she tell the cause of death. She could only be judged from the two towering balls that she was a woman.

Yogurt with salad dressing?What kind of weird combination is this?

I stretched out my hand, and just as I was about to wipe the salad dressing on Yogurt's face, an arm blocked me.

"What do you want to do?" There was deep distrust in Durian Crisp's eyes.

"Look how she died," I said.

"You're ruining the scene," he said, "It's better for a layman like you..."

I didn't give him a chance to finish.

I know he has a point.But that didn't stop me from breaking his penis and punching him flying, "Peanut, come and see how she died."

I said to Peanut, who had wrapped himself up tightly at the door.

Peanut's mouth opened wide.The same goes for the durian crisps and sausages that fell to the ground.They may be able to think that I am a strong species, but it is absolutely impossible to guess my true identity, the ninth position of Sarahville - Lord of the Dead Sea.

I am a little proud.Brazenly wiping off the salad from the corpse's face, I touched some granular substance in the process.

Salt?I rubbed that texture.Picking a grain from it, I realized that it was white sesame.

White sesame?I put the sesame seeds under the dim light of the refrigerator, "Sesame seeds are used in salad dressing, which country's special recipe is this?"

"Sesame again?" Inspector Durian Cake finally got up from the cold ground.

"Again?" Peanut heard his overtones.

Durian Crisp pushed his frost-covered glasses: "Laymen don't need to know this."

The dog-legged sausage also opened his cesspit-like mouth, "That's right, our detective is a great detective who is familiar with many detectives such as the original school, the abnormal school, the social school, the tough guy school, and the new standard school. You laymen Don't add to the confusion. Wouldn't it be nice to find a psychiatrist to study your epidemic depression?"

"Huh. So awesome, have you ever seen hardcore reasoning?" I sneered, took out a pipe of the same style as the big detective from my arms, and put it in my mouth.In the other hand, he took out a lighter.

He rubbed the roller like a handsome man.

With a "pop", the flames were blown out by the cold wind before they sprang up.

I couldn't hold back my face.

There are two "pops", this time there is only one spark.

My complexion became more and more ugly.

"Pa" three times, this time even the sparks are gone.

Instead of pretending, I look like an idiot.Seeing the sausage's big mouth opening wider and wider, before the corner of his mouth reached the earlobe, I made him understand the hardcore style with a fist.

"So, do you want to rely on your fists to solve this case?" Inspector Duliansu's face was very calm, but his voice trembled slightly.

I replied with ease: "If you think it's not enough, I don't mind adding my knees and elbows."

Due to the strong aura of my hardcore faction, Durian Crisp explained the truth in every detail.

It turned out that this was not the first homicide incident. As early as two days ago, a piece of hawthorn hair cake was found thrown in Room 503 of the green apartment, with some white sesame seeds scattered on it.

He is not a resident of the green apartment, but he was invited by a friend to stay at the other party's house for a night.

That night, both of them fell into a deep sleep.It was not until the next morning that the body of Shanzha Fagao was discovered by friends.

At that time, the epidemic of depression was in the spreading stage, and the residents were panicked.The mayor, Buddha Jumping Over the Wall, tried to reassure people.The matter was not made public.

In the way of a hardcore detective, I obtained information from Durian Crisp.There is not much information, only three thin sheets of paper.

The victim's hawthorn hair cake was cut into 50 pieces, put together and lying next to a huge cesspit.The eyes are closed, the lips are white.In the center of his chest was a gleaming silver table knife.

And in the middle of its loose body, there are some white sesame seeds inlaid.

Peanut: "No salad dressing?"

Me: "Isn't it Room 503 in the green area? Why is there such a big cesspit?"

We both asked at the same time.

Durian Cake looked at this and that, and answered my question decisively: "The people living in the green community are all the food of green creatures."

I didn't understand: "Speak human words."

Durian Cake was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about the wording for a long time, he said: "You know organic fertilizers, they are all plant food. And those things live in the green community."

He worked hard for a long time, but he didn't say a single uncivilized word.

It was the sausage who added: "For example: Shilamisu, hot dog shit, soft shit wrapped in hard shit, sheep shit nectar, etc."

There was a flattering smile on his face.There was a 180-degree change in attitude, as if the two of them were separated by not just 5 minutes, but a century.

"Plants like to eat...shit?" I asked, looking at Peanut, but I was thinking of another person.

"It's skin, I've never eaten shit." Peanut quickly denied, "But I heard that the real wood people do have that habit."

Listen to what he said.I remembered that on the 15th to 30th floor of the Shijiadi Haitian Palace, there are 15 large cesspools, which are exclusively for the Mu people to eat and drink.

I was very tangled in my heart.Others only need to die for their lover, but I need to eat shit for my lover?Is this too difficult to top?

Or just watch him eat?If he strongly asks me to eat with him, should I agree?

Just when I was struggling, Peanut repeated his question again: "Is there no salad dressing on the deceased?"

"No." Durian Crisp replied firmly.Dachshund also shook his head like a rattle.

Peanut looked a little puzzled, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.

I asked, "Then what else did you find out in so many days?"

Durian Crisp replied reluctantly: "The two cases are similar in nature. The murderers seem to be killing people randomly.

"There is no secret room. The assailant broke open the door to enter the room. The murder tool is a small silver table knife that can be seen everywhere. I like to sprinkle a handful of sesame seeds on the dead.

He pursed his lips and continued: "There are different methods of killing, and the hawthorn cake was cut into 50 pieces.

"The yogurt box had been punctured from the bottom and the time of death was around 3pm, with the sun still in the sky, and the body was spilling everywhere.

"We have spliced ​​the first corpse. The corpse is complete, and the weight is exactly the same as that of his last health checkup. It shows that the murderer has no habit of eating corpses. The reason why we have not had an autopsy on this one is that the liquid is not easy. Observe, prepare to wait until the sun goes down and the corpse turns into a human form before making any plans."

Sausage added with a smirk: "At first we suspected that it was the friend of Hawthorn Fatcake who did it, so we put him in prison and never let him out. Now it seems that he may be able to rule out the suspicion."

"If it's random crimes and random killings, will it be troublesome?" I murmured, "I can only find out if there are any witnesses."

Peanut has a different opinion: "The two cases are only matched by Bai Zhima. Is it possible that they are two different murderers. Or imitation murder?"

After listening to it, I nodded hurriedly: "Well, I think so too, otherwise how can you explain this salad dressing?"

There was no explanation, and while everyone was thinking hard, Inspector Durian Crisp sent someone to take the body away, and announced to the public that it was another depression suicide.

I watched the corpse leave in front of my eyes, and a beautiful platinum-blonde long hair brushed the back of my hand. Suddenly, a sense of deja vu familiarity rose, as if I had seen this woman somewhere before.

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Let me tell you, this dungeon is a gift from Whispering Feather to Yuzhou, and Zhouzhou will participate in the dungeon as an NPC.At this moment, he is on the eve of amnesia, and he is destined to forget this copy.And Hanhan may be able to detect it, but he will never be able to confirm that the him in the dungeon is the real him.

This is also the origin of the volume name.

However, I promise, this roll is really sweet.