Penitent hand, trembling slightly

Shen Maomao frowned, sighed, and said, "Now we still have to guard against this thing that confuses people to commit suicide from time to time?"

The old Chinese doctor said: "We went down the mountain and walked around. Because of the rain, the road became more muddy. The two young men tried to throw things into the mud, and what they threw sank to the bottom. Unless we can fly, we will definitely not be able to walk. .”

The young man in his mouth also said: "We put a SOS beside the muddy water, I hope someone can see it..."

However, in this wilderness, the possibility of people seeing it is estimated to be very low.

The investigation reached a stalemate, and Shen Maomao secretly observed who would be the protagonist.

Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner who is very expressive and wants to be a team leader?Or is it the big money of the person who says he has nothing to apologize for?Or Xi Tian and Qu Jing who escaped from death?Or the little treasure who can kick his mother's head like a ball?

After scanning around, she suddenly realized that there were still too many people.

More people means less chance of finding the protagonist. Could it be that this broken dungeon really intends to allow them to identify the protagonist on the last day?

……

After sitting down, Tang and Song Sanmu did not ask how Lou Jingmo came back, leaving enough privacy for both parties, and saving them the effort of making up excuses to deceive people.

The snow fell more and more, and the whole sky turned gray and looked foggy.The temperature outside dropped a little bit, and a thin layer of frost soon formed on the windows.Shen Maomao went out to feel it, and then rushed back into the house with a "hissing haha", shivering from the cold.

Miss Chuancai provided warm black tea for the guests, and the NPCs sat in the lobby holding teacups to enjoy the snow scene, looking extraordinarily comfortable.The shadow of death seems to be fading away gradually, or is buried in people's hearts.

Shen Maomao asked Sister Hong worriedly: "Sister, there is such a heavy snow, and we don't have cold clothes, what should we do?"

Sister Hong spread her hands, expressing that she had no other choice: "Wait, when the snow stops, maybe the temperature will go up again."

Shen Maomao wanted to sigh even more.

Lou Jingmo handed her a cup of tea: "Forget about the outside, drink some water to keep warm."

Shen Maomao: "..."

All right, big brother is not in a hurry, why is she in a hurry, anyway, there is Sister Lou, no surprises, she is ready to lie down and win.

So he nestled on the chair and played Snake with peace of mind. After dozens of levels, his eyes were sore and his fingers were numb. It was already dark.There were a few fewer people in the hall, probably they formed a team to go to the kitchen to cook, and the rest of the people chatted one after another. The golden retriever mixed into the chat team, and Lou Jingmo was playing with her mobile phone just like her , but it looked like something was typed in the memo.

Only she has nothing to do...

Shen Maomao silently hid the phone in his pocket.

The lobby of the hotel was lit with warm yellow lights, and the ice flowers on the windows were flickering with green and red lights, which reminded her of the light sign in the harbor of the soul, and she couldn't sit still.

She tugged at the corner of Lou Jingmo's clothes, and whispered, "Sister Lou... Shall I go out and look at the lights?"

Lou Jingmo nodded: "Go if you are not afraid of the cold."

So Shen Maomao pushed open the door and ran outside to look at the light sign.

The Soul Harbor Hotel was previously turned into the Fire Harbor Hotel, but now it is gone again and has become the Lane Bay Hotel.

Four strokes of fire, three strokes of water, including male players and 5 npcs, obviously only six people died today, who is the extra one?

Shen Maomao had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized something—it was not seven people who died last night, but five people...

Counting the two before, there are currently three things that have infiltrated the human camp. Among them, Mrs. Wang is definitely an iron wolf, but I don't know who the remaining two will be.

The cold wind blew her face, Shen Maomao shuddered, quickly opened the door and came back, and reported the situation to Lou Jingmo in a low voice.

Lou Jingmo nodded, indicating that he knew: "Let's talk about it when we go back."

So Shen Maomao patted his ass and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

There were a lot of people in the kitchen, so there was no need to worry about any accidents. Shen Maomao cooked two dishes with the meat and vegetables provided by the hotel, and then borrowed half of the rice from Tang and Song Vincent Van Gogh next door, and five people made a table together. After finishing the meal, I didn't taste anything, so I prepared to go upstairs separately.

As usual, Miki asked them to wash up together, and the seven players went downstairs together, and came to the bathroom on the second floor where incidents frequently occurred.

As soon as they walked in, the group of people saw the mirror that was broken into several pieces first.

The crack cut the person reflected on it, Shen Maomao realized something, opened the door of the women's toilet, lowered his head, and saw the wooden board from this morning, and the dried red sills in the toilet. Point - apparently the hotel staff didn't come to clean it.

She looked at Lou Jingmo, and Lou Jingmo touched the tip of his nose, turning his eyes away from the door panel.

Tang Song was taken aback by the mess, and said, "Is this the trace left by that head after we left?"

Lou Jingmo said: "No."

Shen Maomao explained for her: "This was accidentally destroyed by Xiaotu in order to escape."

Miki remembered Lou Jingmo's disappearance, and asked her, "What happened during your disappearance?"

Lou Jingmo looked at the mirror, gestured to Shen Maomao who was looking at her from the mirror with his eyes, and made an expression that he was too lazy to speak.

Shen Maomao rolled her eyes at her and said, "Xiaotu doesn't like to talk, let me explain for her. We are actually in the mind of a mentally ill patient. We are the characters in his fictional detective novel. Said it was his own fantasy personality. Xiaotu solved the ghost who came to kill her, successfully replaced the author's personality, lived in the real world for a few hours instead of him, and then was forced to fall into a deep sleep and come back here."

Tang Song looked dreamy: "What and what?"

Miki said: "At the beginning, I also thought about whether we would be in the fantasy of a mental patient. After all, there are too many violations in this dungeon. I didn't expect that it really made me guess right."

Shen Maomao gave him a thumbs up: "The original author lives in a nursing home, and the name of that nursing home is called Soul Harbor."

Miki clapped his hands: "This makes sense! Is there anything worth investigating in reality?"

Lou Jingmo thought for a while, and said: "The original author is under strict control, and there are nurses around him all the time, so there is no chance to investigate, but I saw the novel he wrote with a pen. The plot continued until yesterday, and what happened today He should have fantasized about the events of this day—that is, our actions—and then wrote.”

Miki: "Then can we go to reality and change the ending, and then come back?"

Shen Maomao: "!!"

A word to awaken the dreamer.

Lou Jingmo said: "This method may be useful, but the method of entering the real world is not as simple as you imagined. The reason why I survived is probably because those things did not expect me to have the ability to resist."

Miki sighed: "Then continue to look for clues first, and then consider this when it is a last resort."

After Tang Song and Van Gogh finished washing their faces, Lou Jingmo took out his mobile phone and showed the picture of the skull to Van Gogh: "Can you recognize who this is?"

Van Gogh was rarely speechless: "...Even if I study forensic medicine, I'm afraid I can't recognize people just by a skeleton?"

Lou Jingmo: "Look carefully, this skeleton has high cheekbones, but a pointed chin and uneven teeth..."

Van Gogh took a deep look at her and said, "It's Mr. Wang."

Shen Maomao let out a "fuck" in his heart, can he really recognize it?

Van Gogh explained: "Although the skull does not have a particularly large gap, there are still subtle gaps. If you have carefully observed Mr. Wang, I am afraid you can recognize it at a glance. Among all the people in the hotel, only his The skeleton is the largest, with high cheekbones, a pointed chin, crooked teeth, and a yellowish color..."

This thing is not just a conclusion that can only be drawn after observing Mr. Wang, right?I am afraid that everyone present has been carefully observed by Mr. Van Gogh. The physical data of each of them is probably transparent to him. It is quite scary to think about it...

With this level, what kind of painter should I be?How good is it to help the police uncle solve the case? !

After talking about his professional knowledge, Van Gogh closed his mouth again, his whole figure was like a piece of moldy wood, exuding a dull and decaying atmosphere.

Tang Song asked: "What's going on here? Xiaobao's father is still alive and well."

As usual, Shen Maomao came to explain, telling what happened at the Astronomical Research Center at noon.

Miki said: "According to what you said, there are Mr. Wang and Mrs. Wang who are still mixed in the crowd after death. Logically speaking, there should be another one."

Lou Jingmo raised his eyebrows and glanced at him. It turned out that Miki had also noticed the relationship between colored lanterns and the number of people.

After Miki finished speaking, he paid attention to the expressions of the people around him, but found that none of the seven people showed any surprise. He couldn't help but smiled and said, "It seems that everyone has noticed. Do you have any alternatives for the extra person? I doubt it." It's Xiao Fu at the front desk."

Shen Maomao: "I doubt Sister Hong."

Lou Jingmo: "Qu Jing among lovers."

Tang Song: "I choose Xiaobao, because the whole family needs to be tidy."

Xia Tian: "I doubt the old Chinese doctor."

Golden Retriever: "...I have no doubts."

Van Gogh: "Me neither."

Five people, five options, there is no way to choose, so I can only let this person go.

Seven people took turns to wash and wash. Shen Maomao wanted to go to the bathroom, but felt that the women's bathroom was a bit scary and didn't want to stay in it.

Lou Jingmo reminded her: "The person whose face we saw outside the elevator on the second floor was on the right side of the second floor."

Shen Maomao: "I think I can do it again."

Fortunately, nothing happened this time. The seven of them went upstairs together. Lou Jingmo directly took out the room card and opened the door, while Shen Maomao watched the other four people walk to their respective rooms, and then rubbed their eyes.

The golden retriever tugged at her: "What are you looking at, Miss Rabbit? Let's go?"

Shen Maomao was pulled in by him, with a dignified expression: "Why do I seem to... see a long strip of things behind that Van Gogh?"