The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"...What do you mean." Xie Yuanyuan's expression froze on his face, "Let's play the role of the deceased himself?"

"Don't panic," He Qin said, "There will be instructions later."

Several people took a closer look, and saw a line of small characters below.

[If the crack is not successful within the time limit, the player's identity will be fixed from then on and cannot be changed. 】

"...That is to say," Du Zijun said, "if we don't find out how the ghost died tonight, our identity will be fixed as the dead."

Wen Zheliu said: "It's equivalent to being out of the game."

"Yes," He Qin breathed out, "it's still the same model as Hai He."

Xie Yuanyuan comforted himself: "Well, that's okay...Anyway, I experienced it once."

Among the four, although Xie Yuanyuan was not afraid of ghosts, he would be blinded when it came to problems such as deciphering and reasoning.

"Don't be afraid," Wen Zheliu said, "that is... If you play the role of a dead person, will your physique still work?"

Xie Yuanyuan scratched the back of his hand, but was still at a loss: "I don't know, let's see when the time comes."

"Let's go through the register we saw this morning," Wen Zheliu stretched out ten fingers, "Although the identities of the residents are varied, they all come from the same place."

"And all of them were injured in the war and came to the monastery to seek medicine for refuge," He Qin added, "and all of them are adult males."

"There are nine people in total," Xie Yuanyuan said, "All eight of them moved in within a day. It's very strange, there is a town under the monastery, why do these people have to come up the mountain? Could it be that there is something important here ?"

Wen Zheliu said: "Let's just call it a suspicious point, write it down first, and look for clues later."

The time is coming, the four of them walked outside, He Qin warned: "Three hours, from one to four, there are only three hours, pay attention to the time."

"Ah."

"know."

"What's more," He Qin said, "if you encounter suspicious people, it's best not to confront them head-on."

Wen Zheliu asked: "What's the matter? This time, the enemy's ability is very difficult?"

"Both Jormungandr and Fenrir are easy to talk about," He Qin replied, "There is only one Hela, but it has the bonus of the stealth attribute of the God of Lies and Mischief, and every hit of the Goddess of Death may bring an instant death judgment, Even if it's just a stunt triggered by a probability, it's no joke to get hit."

"Let's go," he said. "Protect yourself, the mission may spread the group."

As soon as the four of them stepped out of the corridor, Wen Zheliu's eyes suddenly blurred, and a slight dizziness and tremors spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, which made him immediately heighten his vigilance.

coming.

In an instant, the endless dark night in front of him receded like a tide, and the twilight of dusk, the glow of the setting sun and the gradually rising sun all passed backwards and across his head. Wen Zheliu seemed to be in a high-speed camera, and when everything subsided, He stood in a strange room, and the early morning birds chirping came in from the window.

The scene reappears, and it has now begun.

I don’t know what season it is when the scene reappears now. The green hills in the distance are stretching and majestic, the morning fog is pervasive, and the air is ice-cold without temperature, which makes the nasal cavity itchy. Mixed with a thin smell of rust.

The things in the room were messy, he turned around, there were two drunk wine bottles lying on the table, one of them was leaning on the open book page, Wen Zheliu wanted to pick it up, The wine that flowed out stuck the paper and the bottle together, and it was so greasy that it couldn't be pulled out.

This is a Bible opened at will.

Wen Zheliu frowned, looked to the side, and saw the old-fashioned lighter, the crumpled cigarette box, the alcohol-smelling coat on the back of the chair... Is this really in the monastery?

He lifted his coat and made gestures according to his height.The length of the coat reached the bottom of his thighs, and the length of the sleeves and the overstretched fabric showed that its owner was a fat man with a height of about 1.8 meters.

There were a few shoe prints left on the plain linen mattress, Wen Zheliu put down his coat, touched the feel of the blanket, and confirmed that it belonged to the monastery.

Was the deceased really a believer during his lifetime?

"It's as ruined as a pig's nest..." He circled around. Just like their room, there was also a statue of the Weeping Virgin on the wall here. Wen Zheliu took a closer look, and the portrait was generally complete. There were only a few irregularly shaped dents on the Virgin's chest. Wen Zheliu took a look down and found a few sharp-edged stones on the ground.

The corners of his mouth twitched, using the statue of the Virgin Mary as a target...

While looking down, Wen Zheliu suddenly saw a slender black spot on the corner of the canvas, it didn’t look like a stain, but rather the result of a casual stroke by the artist, he touched it with his finger, it was flat Yes, it seems nothing.

Other than that, there was nothing else in the room, Wen Zheliu was about to walk out the door when he suddenly stopped.

He saw a standing ax at the corner on the left side of the wooden door.

interesting.Wen Zheliu stretched out his hand and picked it up for a closer look. The ax was still very heavy. The wooden handle was dark brown stained by hand sweat and other things all the year round. Mang, now that he was getting closer, he could even smell the cold fishy smell.

Wen Zheliu can assure you that this is definitely not a tool for chopping firewood for farm work.

Is it possible for the deceased to die from this murder weapon?

After thinking about it, he put it back in its original place, turned around and opened the door.

There was no one outside the room, but for some reason, the strange smell was even stronger. If Wen Zhe Liu hadn't just come out of the turbid room, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to smell the difference.

With a cane hanging on his waist, Wen Zheliu took out the "Theological Research: Postpartum Care of Sows" from his backpack and held it in his hand, as a different kind of pretense.

"Even if I'm not in this line of work, even if I'm pretending, I still have to pretend to be close." He thought in his heart, "I don't know where there are other clues, do we need someone to open the house one by one? "

Yuejie was dormant in his hand silently. Although the communication channel showed that it was unblocked, calling He Qin had no results. I don't know where the rest of the people went... It seems that this should be a single-player copy.

There are two mirrors on the left and right in the corridor, and Wen Zheliu stopped because he remembered that there are no mirrors in monasteries in the normal world.

an outlier?

He stood on one side, obliquely observing the reflection in the mirror, trying not to let his figure be included first.Opposite the mirror is a building with spires and arches. Several simple colored windows are embedded in the walls. It is usually the place where monks practice daily, similar to connected meditation rooms.

The surroundings were as quiet as the bottom of the deep sea, Wen Zheliu could only hear his own breathing, he carefully turned his body sideways so as not to leave his image in the mirror and trigger some classic scenes in horror movies.

……Nothing at all.

Wen Zheliu patiently shot one by one from the thick bronze mirror, nothing...wait a minute.

Wen Zheliu narrowed his eyes, and on the small projection of the stained glass in the mirror, he saw a thin black shadow, as if it was a stain that was too small, or...

He kept changing the angle, and the stain was imprinted on the opposite window like a shadow.After confirming that it wasn't the dirty mirror, Wen Zheliu turned his head, but he didn't see this easily missed trace in the colorful glass surface at all.

He stared intently for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, he knew that he absolutely couldn't trace the ins and outs of this stain now, Wen Zheliu had no choice but to cross the path in front of the mirror and walk further away.

...No matter where you go, it is best not to get close to reflective objects.

Walking through a corner, he was holding the book, and seemed to hear something, humming, like an animal.

Thinking of the widow in the town telling them that piglets and sheep were raised in the monastery, Wen Zheliu looked at the gilded cover in his hand, and couldn't help taking steps towards the direction of the sound.

The system couldn't really give him this book just to make fun of him, could it?

The birds chirping near my ears had long since disappeared, and the humming of pigs became more obvious in the completely silent environment.Wen Zheliu followed the sound all the way, and the cold rust smell on his nose was gradually replaced by a more intense and hot animal smell. Seeing that the pigsty was in front of him, he was startled suddenly, and quickly put his hands on his waist side cane.

——In front of the pigsty, there is actually a person standing!

This is the inner world, and it is also the illusion that the main mission is used to test the players. How could there be people?Unless this person is inextricably linked to tonight's incident, or he is the murderer.

Wen Zheliu straightened his body, and slowly took a defensive posture.

The man was also tall, but he looked thin. He was wearing a monk's black robe. Not daring to be negligent, he looked at the figure in front of him and considered the strategy to deal with it.

The monk seemed to have sensed it, and he turned around peacefully: "Excuse me—oh, are you also here to take care of them?"

Wen Zheliu was stunned again, with a look of surprise on his face.

The person in front of him had curly hair like ebony, his eyes were as blue as the sea, and as clear as cornflowers in full bloom, and the smile on his lips was extremely gentle and approachable.His appearance may not be particularly handsome, but the moment he lowers his eyes and then raises his eyes to look at you, it seems that the dark clouds of the whole world are scattered in an uproar, just to reveal a piece of blue heaven behind him.

He thought he knew who this man was.

"Yes..." Wen Zheliu replied, "I think so, anyway, I have nowhere to go with it."

He moved his hand away from the weapon, and at the same time raised the "Theological Research: Postpartum Care of Sows" in his hand, and smiled at the man in front of him.