Make a fine Omega confident

"Song Yuyang's death time should be shortly before the system broadcast. The cause of death is unknown, because no body was seen. But since you said that there were strangle marks on "her" neck, let me count her as being strangled to death." .”

"But I'm more inclined to be beheaded by "people", because the amount of bleeding on the bed is unbelievable." Leaving the house, Qin Ange shared with Lin Xiayang what he found after wandering around the house in the morning. Clues and his analysis: "But we can't actually talk about time. The time in the room may not have the same meaning as the time in our common sense."

Qin Ange said: "I found an interesting thing, when the space is divided, the time is chaotic."

"Let's say you think I'm just away for a while, but in fact I went to room four to see what was going on last night, and I went outside the house to see what we saw growing around the house yesterday when we came in but it's gone. dead rose."

"Or roses, the soil is wet." Qin Ange smiled: "No wonder they withered."

Lin Xiayang felt that he understood.

Right now, they are on their way to school.

Intellectually, Lin Xiayang knew that the street trees on both sides of the road were evergreen in all seasons, but because the colors here were terribly distorted, in his eyes these trees were fluffy black.

Lin Xiayang didn't dare to eat the food on the table, because Qin Ange said that there were too many things in the room, and he was afraid that when he lifted the bowl, he found a faceless stranger sitting opposite him.

Qin Ange didn't know what was going on. When his teammates were eliminated in a series of tragic deaths, he was still in a good mood and asked Lin Xiayang: "Do you remember our last special dungeon? I remember it was called " Hide and seek "Well, its original supernatural geomagnetism also comes from country C..."

He also recalled it carefully: "The customs clearance requirement at that time was also a rose, right? That dried flower in the book."

Guided by Qin Ange, Lin Xiayang recalled it for a while, stopped in his tracks, and then looked up at the gray sky.

Lin Xiayang continued walking, uttering three words: "I forgot."

In fact, Lin Xiayang didn't forget, he didn't see it.Qin Ange just took out the things in the book, and the system automatically recovered them. He didn't even see the customs clearance props for that dungeon.

Lin Xiayang asked: "Why are you talking about this?"

Qin Ange put his hands in his pockets casually, and he walked fast, slightly ahead of Lin Xiayang.

At this moment, he turned his head and looked back into Lin Xiayang's eyes, Qin Ange said lazily: "It's nothing, I just think that compared to this, that special copy is a bit too simple, it doesn't seem like it can kill an S-level It looks like a superhuman, and it doesn't have a complete logical chain that a special copy should have."

Lin Xiayang said without hesitation: "Didn't it mean that it fell from high difficulty to low difficulty?"

"Oh—" Qin Ange replied long and hard.

"But how did it fall from high difficulty to low difficulty?"

Lin Xiayang thought it was none of his business, none of his Qin Ange's business. Right now, his mind was full of thoughts on how to make a dungeon, and he was as anxious as a primary school student who was about to hand in a paper. Qin Ange was still messing around with him here and there. Irrelevant stuff: "Can you bother to think about how Chris died first, and stop thinking about these weird things."

Qin Ange was not angry at all by Lin Xiayang, Lin Xiayang could see that he was really in a good mood.

Qin Ange said: "I was just thinking, F City..."

He didn't go on talking, his pupils focused in the distance, not far away was a group of young people, they were wearing uniform uniforms, their clothes, shoes, and even their stature and body shape were exactly the same.

It's like a can of uniform specifications produced in a factory.

It's like a reminder, or a warning.

Qin Ange gave Lin Xiayang a hand: "Come to school quickly, we are probably going to be late."

Lin Xiayang was listening carefully to Qin Ange's talk about City F. He had also done his homework. City F was completely destroyed by a hurricane. Since its destruction, this prestigious city has never attempted any reconstruction work.

Three years after the hurricane, a man who had been dead for a long time was found in the ruins of the largest building in City F. He died before the hurricane came, and his body had strong fluctuations of supernatural spirits.This is strong evidence to conclude that F City was actually destroyed by supernatural spirits, and it is also estimated to be the original version of the supernatural geomagnetism in this dungeon.

Lin Xiayang had preliminary doubts. He guessed that the deceased was the protagonist of this dungeon——Chris.

But why can he survive in the real world, as a special failure of this living spirit?

If you speculate from the perspective of the dungeon, "Who killed Chris", Lin Xiayang's first thought is that Chris died in the hands of the foreign spirit.But this is too simplistic, and obviously cannot be used as a special selection theme.

City F is a city with a permanent population of more than 500 million, and Chris is so ordinary among all living beings that he cannot be more ordinary.So can it be deduced in reverse, the reason why Chris is special is because of this "murderer"?

The thought flashed by.

Lin Xiayang was pulled by Qin Ange, and almost staggered and tripped by himself. He raised his head and wanted to ask Qin Ange what he was doing.

As soon as Lin Xiayang looked up, he saw Chris who looked anxious not far away, and he started running towards the school across the street.It looked like an ordinary student who was about to be late.

When Lin Xiayang saw Chris, he forgot what he was going to say to Qin Ange just now. When Lin Xiayang recovered, Qin Ange also pulled him and started running towards the school.

Only then did Lin Xiayang notice that so many people appeared out of nowhere on the empty street when he was busy communicating with Qin Ange in a daze.

They all seem to be carved out of the same mold, even the way they walk is exactly the same.

Like a prisoner with equidistant chains, he walked aimlessly and neatly in one direction.