The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

What is this, a ghost?He Qin looked at it from the reflection of the stone tablet, and said it was a ghost, and its body was too thin and barren, like a shadow squeezed out of the crack, which was filtered by the air and became translucent.

However, because of this, this kind of existence that almost blends in with the surrounding colors and is difficult to see is even more frightening when it is discovered at first.

It seems to be getting closer to its own distance.

While He Qin was observing it, it was also slowly shortening the distance from He Qin. He Qin just stood there motionless, waiting until the ghost waded through the shadows and touched the ray of afternoon sunlight cast in the center of the hall. He Qin then walked away, taking his eyes off the stone tablet.

It is not afraid of the sun, or rather, in this illusion, it does not need to be afraid of the sun.

He Qin moved very fast, and he had tried his best to avoid all reflective objects, but there were too many glass windows, mirrors, and polished objects in the monastery, and he couldn't get rid of them even when he went around.Gradually, the peripheral vision of his eyes has been able to capture a line of black shadows floating around, each time getting closer to him, each time becoming more complete and more humanoid.

He Qin walked leisurely. Relying on his memory, he walked through the bedrooms where the nuns and monks lived, the kitchen, the wine cellar and the toilet where people should be there all the time. As a result, these places were all empty, except for the nine people who were drinking and having fun in the dining room. — except for the dead man he was playing now — there was not a single living person walking around.

"Hmm..." He nodded, "I almost know, can I go out early?"

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, the scenery in front of his eyes suddenly changed. When the copy ejected him, it also made him fall on the chair like Wen Zheliu.

"How's it going?" Wen Zheliu leaned over eagerly, "You're not hurt, are you?"

He Qin rubbed his head: "No, I vaguely guessed what happened, but the cause of death may be a little bit closer."

"What is it?" Du Zijun asked immediately.

"Ningning went in in the morning, in her own room, and I went in at noon, and had dinner with the remaining eight letter guests on the register." He Qin said, "So the time when you go in should be in the evening and Midnight. There are only these nine people in the illusion dungeon, but they cannot interact with them. Even if the scene reappears, they cannot hear what other people are saying, and can only act on their own. However, as far as I observe, the identities of these nine people do have question."

Xie Yuanyuan couldn't help saying: "What's the problem?"

"Now I can only say that I can only guess. From words and deeds to manners, to the details of their bodies, they don't look like messengers who go up the mountain to ask for help, but more like...doves occupying a magpie's nest." He Qin touched his lips, giving a thought to Come up with an answer, "To be more specific, it may have to wait until you go in and explore."

After thinking about it, he added: "Also, stay away from things that reflect light, there are ghosts."

There are ghosts, these two words made Xie Yuanyuan shiver, and he asked: "Well... If it was me, would I still be discovered by ghosts?"

"Probably yes." Wen Zheliu replied, "Because in the dungeon, you are not you, but the character you play, and what the ghost sees is not you, but the shell you are wearing."

"But I think," Du Zijun interjected, "if it's this kid, maybe even the data shell will be diluted."

"Then go in and try it." Xie Yuanyuan shrugged, feeling a little eager to move in his heart, "After all, I also want to see the effect of my ability."

"Don't cry in fright...!"

[Hint: Start teleporting the third player. 】

Before he finished speaking, Du Zijun disappeared in the same place with a whoosh.

"...you'll be fine." Wen Zheliu added the second half of the sentence thoughtfully, "Well, Yuanyuan is the last one."

With a plop, Du Zijun landed on the cold and hard ground.

"...Damn it." He muttered a curse, got up and patted his skirt, "Damn it."

At this moment, the sky had already darkened, and everything was as good as He Qin said, and it was evening when he came in.

Where should I go?

From the small town with endless death scenes, to the mysterious and strange monastery on the mountain, the dead with confusing identities and the dean who doesn't know the truth or lies, the whole incident seems to be covered in a fog that cannot be blown away.What is the relationship between the Holy Nun and this monastery?Why did her lover die?What do these so-called believers whose dead souls linger have anything to do with her?

Everything is the unknown that is solved by the tie, Du Zijun frowned, puzzled in his heart.

"There are too few clues," he thought, "If I didn't know the relationship between the Holy Nun and this world before, I'm afraid I would be more confused now."

Du Zijun looked around, and also smelled the lingering thick blood. The Scarborough Bazaar was hanging on his waist, shining brightly.

——There are supernatural creatures dormant nearby, and they are deeply hostile to him.

He frowned and clicked his tongue impatiently.

It doesn't matter whether you are a human or a ghost, if you dare to come and do it, you will be done. I am afraid that it is the kind of thing that hides in the dark and is startled, and comes out from time to time to startle people.

He was about to walk forward when the toe of his shoe suddenly bumped into something. He looked down and saw that it was an ax that had been sharpened, shining a yellowish cold light in the evening twilight.

"Ax?" Remembering what Wen Zheliu said about the room furnishings, he bent down and took it in his hand, "Why did you come here?"

Du Zijun turned around and looked around, saw that this was a corridor outside the room, and immediately thought of a possibility, whether the deceased heard some movement or something happened outside the door, so he came out to patrol around with a self-defense weapon ?

"Very likely," he nodded to himself, "I just don't know what's going on, why don't I go around too?"

He just walked away, holding Scarborough Fair in his left hand and the ax in his right, sniffing the air with his nose, following the bloody end.As soon as he turned the corner, he saw a door open, and several people stood there motionless, not speaking, just staring blankly into the door.

"Fuck," Du Zijun's heart skipped a beat, "what are you doing, standing up for the funeral and not talking, are they all dead?"

The handle of the ax was skillfully turned in a circle in his hand, and he held it firmly in his palm with a posture ready to attack at any time. Du Zijun slightly arched his waist and abdomen, and walked forward cautiously.

In the room lay a corpse with an extremely miserable appearance. The horrific appearance even exceeded the scope of normal human death. Seven men surrounded it. Their thick beards and dim candlelight could not cover their pale faces. Looking at each other, they murmured a word repeatedly.

Du Zijun couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could guess what they were talking about from the repeated mouth movements.

"died."

"he died."

"died."

He turned his gaze back to the ground again. 90.00% of the body was intact. The clothes, the wine bottle in his hand, and the gold-plated pendant on his chest were all intact. Only the head above the neck was damaged. It was completely ground into a meat paste, and the blood was smeared on the ground, and a big circle was wiped on the ground.

... This kind of death is not believed by ghosts.

At this moment, one of the men among them suddenly yelled, and Du Zijun quickly raised his eyes,

There was a dark scar under his eyelid, and his expression was full of fear at the moment, he took a few steps back trembling, then turned around and ran away.

This move seemed to be some kind of switch. After him, the remaining six people didn't even dare to collect the corpse, so they hurriedly turned their faces away and quickly left the place of murder.

Du Zijun looked at their backs thoughtfully, why did he always feel that these people were guilty of thieves?

Thinking of He Qin's evaluation of this group of people, "the dove occupies the magpie's nest", Du Zijun suddenly sneered.

"Okay, I understand." Du Zijun squatted down, pulled the gold-plated pendant on the corpse's chest, took a leisurely glance, and then realized that it was not a gold-plated pendant, but a polished bullet, shining brightly. The color of brass is comparable to the color of gold under the light.

"7.92x57mm...Mauser Kar98k bullet? Ordinary Xinke, wearing a piercing 98k bullet?" Du Zijun laughed again, "I understand...so that's the case."

He stood up, and at this moment, he seemed to understand the key point, and many clues that he didn't want to do could be connected carefully.

"Xinke, the doves occupy the magpie's nest, and their appearance with ghosts in their hearts..." He muttered, raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly froze.

On the wall facing him hung a picture of the Madonna.

In Catholic monasteries, the most indispensable thing is the portrait of the Virgin Mary, and there is such a picture in the room of him and Xie Yuanyuan.But it was not the Madonna that caught his attention, but the transformation of the Madonna.

I don't know if Du Zijun's eyes are dazzled, the tears flowing on her face seem to gradually ooze the color of blood, the rosy face seems to become paler and thinner, the color on the corolla gradually fades and melts, even the corolla itself melts into A stream of candles dripped from overhead.

... No, this is not Du Zijun's delusion, the statue of the Virgin is really undergoing some kind of strange and frightening change!

The Madonna was originally sitting sideways, but now she has turned to a posture facing outside the frame. The background and veil behind her are black, but her face is paler and paler than a dead person, and her sunken eye sockets are like two black holes. At the entrance, six glaring tears of blood flowed down the cheekbones, dyeing the lips a terrifying blood red.

Du Zijun's back was stiff, and he confronted the Virgin Mary in the portrait—or the vicious ghost.The Scarborough Market was hot for a while, and even automatically rotated a lavender magic circle.The surrounding air was frozen and cold, waiting for an opportunity to erupt at any time.

At this moment, the female ghost in the picture frame completely aimed her body at Du Zijun in front of her, her bloody lips parted suddenly, revealing an indescribably twisted and startling smile!