This NPC really has a problem

At six o'clock in the evening, Mr. Lu prepared dinner as usual. He waited quietly behind the dining table for a while, but did not wait for any guests.

Just like when Chen Jin disappeared and Bai Zhu left, he picked up the knife and fork calmly, as if those guests never existed from the beginning.This dinner was extremely sumptuous. The creamy soup was steaming, the beef was spread on the lettuce, and the dessert that was usually served before or after the meal was also served on the table.The dishes are so close together that they almost fall off the table, and the guests cannot finish their meal even if they are all together.

It took Mr. Lu a whole afternoon to prepare this meal. He found all the ingredients stored in the kitchen, and replaced the table with a tablecloth that he would not normally take out.The tablecloth is based on rose red, printed with elegant and complicated white flowers, which looks warm with a touch of tranquility.This tablecloth is usually put on during festivals, and it is always kept in the cabinet on weekdays.

The curtains were all drawn, and the lit candles on the candlesticks gave off a warm yellow light. If it weren't for the lack of some decorations, today seemed to be a grand festival.

Mr. Lu found a bottle of red wine, and it took Mr. Lu a lot of work to find it.Looking at the wine filled in the goblet, reflecting the lustrous light under the candlelight, Mr. Lu seemed a little drunk before tasting it.

Alcohol can make people unconscious. The owner of this hut is obviously a madman, but he insists on being a sober madman.

Mr. Lu couldn't remember why there was a bottle of red wine on the cabinet. He thought about it, maybe the bottle of wine could play a good decorative effect when placed there, so there was such a bottle on the cabinet that was completely inconsistent with other people's designs. object.

...personal design?

These two words appeared in Mr. Lu's mind briefly like a passing visitor who came and went in a hurry, and then disappeared without a trace.

There is an open window in the restaurant, which is usually half covered by curtains, but now it is fully opened, and the snow fluttering and falling outside can be seen through the candlelight.

If the snow in the past few days was like goose feathers, sharp snowflakes like blades, and when they fell, they could cover everything in sight in the blink of an eye, then the snow at this time finally has the appearance described in the poem, soft and gentle. If there is nothing, it falls silently.

The snow is about to stop.

The rows of candles by the window are enough for Mr. Lu to enjoy the snow scene. He seems not to have guessed what his guests want to do at all, and spends time at the dining table with peace of mind, looking at the slow eating speed, as if he has no plans tonight. Step up to the second floor.

……

Zhong Changya turned the key, turned her head back to her companions in a daze, and said, "The door is unlocked."

It was agreed that Mr. Lu is a cautious person who will lock his door when he goes out?

Almost at the same time, a thought emerged in the minds of the three—there must be fraud.

Several people discussed with their ears biting their ears in front of the door, and finally decided to let Xu Yan explore the way first, and Zhong Changya and Bai Zhu hide in the study on the same floor for the time being, so that even if something happened to Xu Yan, they could preserve their vitality.

With the generosity and pride of sacrificing his life for righteousness, Xu Yan opened the door and carefully looked inside.

Bai Zhu and Zhong Changya, who were hiding in the study, watched Xu Yan's figure disappear behind the door. After a while, Xu Yan poked his head out and waved to them, mouthing "it's okay".

Bai Zhu and Zhong Changya exchanged glances, left the study room, entered Mr. Lu's bedroom one after the other, and closed the door silently.

Mr. Lu's room is the same as when Bai Zhu came last time, except that the chime bells scattered here and there are missing, and the quilt that he slept on is also folded into a neat square.

Bai Zhu didn't pay much attention to other places, and went straight to the safe.It's one thing to guess where the key is in the safe, but quite another to figure out how to open it.Regardless of whether the key is inside or not, they all agreed that there must be something important in the safe, and there must be a way to get the password of the safe in the game, but they searched all afternoon and did not find any clues related to the password.

The only special clue found is probably Mr. Lu's date of birth, but the password is seven digits, and it can't be matched no matter what.

Bai Zhu planned to make some random processing on the basis of this date, to see if he could get the password right, and as soon as his hand touched the door of the safe, he froze.

The cabinet door is open.

"Why..." Before Zhong Changya finished speaking, she was caught by Bai Zhu's movement of opening the cabinet door.

There was only one ball of paper in the safe.

Bai Zhu opened the ball of paper, and saw a series of seven-digit numbers on it.He bowed his head in thought for a moment, reached out to close the safe, and turned the combination dial according to the string of numbers.

The combination lock is unlocked.

Bai Zhu's face was not very good-looking.

Of course, there will be no such absurd thing as the combination of the safe being locked in the safe in the game, so the only possibility is that someone found the hidden note and threw it into the combination box.

There are only four people alive in the hut.It couldn't have been done by the three of them.

Then there is only one answer left...

……

When Mr. Lu was full, less than a tenth of the dishes on the table were missing.Mr. Lu, who always cooks and eats as much as he likes, now has no sense of wasting food at all. He picked up the shotgun he brought down from under the dining table, opened the magazine and loaded bullets into it.

He was not familiar with this kind of thermal weapon. He even studied it for a while before he found out where the clip was. It was much easier to load the bullet.Mr. Lu recalled how he used a shotgun in his memory, and he posed in a shooting posture, aiming at the goblet at the end of the long table.

Shotguns don't have scopes, so aiming depends entirely on the naked eye and intuition.

After Mr. Lu felt that it was almost the same, he pulled the trigger.

The gunshot and the sound of breaking through the glass sounded almost simultaneously, and the bullet left a charred black dot on the wall.

wow-

The shattered glass scattered a piece on the table and the floor.

Satisfied with his accuracy, Mr. Lu left the restaurant with his gun in hand, imagining what his guests might look like now.

Probably frightened.Mr. Lu felt a little guilty.

He can count the sound insulation effect of the cabin, not counting the ringing of the bell, and the knocking on the door outside the house can be heard clearly in his bedroom, let alone the gunfire.

Thinking so, Mr. Lu fired another shot at the second floor.

"Can we talk?" Mr. Lu asked calmly.

He knew they could hear them.

Mr. Lu originally planned that if no one went downstairs, he would go up with a gun. Although it is not good to threaten his guests, and his conscience is broken by doing so, Mr. Lu clearly knows that he needs to talk to his guests. Let's have a conversation.

Mr. Lu is well prepared that no one dares to show up.

But unexpectedly, three people came down from the stairwell.

Three, one of them hid for a day and a night.

Not one less.

Mr. Lu didn't know that the players had the mentality that the game would be cool if they couldn't find the key anyway, so they would die early and re-enter the dungeon. He sat on the sofa and said kindly to the guests, "Let's go eat first."

"Let's go," Xu Yan said in a low voice, "It's dinner."

One followed the other into the restaurant.

Bai Zhuzheng felt sad that he was about to die after playing for so many days, when he heard Mr. Lu say behind him: "The road down the mountain is not easy, so eat more at night."

Bai Zhu blinked.

Why do you still have so many tricks on this decapitated meal?

He glanced at the dining table, had a little idea of ​​what was on the menu for the evening, raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Lu, can I have milk tea?"

Mr. Lu nodded: "Wait a minute."

When Mr. Lu went to the kitchen to make milk tea, none of the players in the restaurant dared to move their chopsticks, and Zhong Changya was a little overwhelmed: "What's the situation now?"

Xu Yan fell into deep thought: "Is the severed head meal in this game so rich?"

Bai Zhu also asked: "Do you want to escape?"

Zhong Changya could answer this question: "He has a gun, so he can escape for a while but not forever."

Bai Zhu looked out the window: "Is the snow going to stop, let's escape while the snow is small?"

He vetoed the proposal by himself after reading it: "No, it feels better to be torn apart by the frozen corpse or to die in the hands of Mr. Lu."

Xu Yan raised his glass: "Would you like to celebrate our second group annihilation?"

Zhong Changya echoed: "It's a pity that Chen Jin is not here."

Bai Zhu asked, "Why don't you go upstairs and move Chen Jin down?"

"No," Zhong Changya shook his head, "Being torn apart by his own body is obviously not as good as Mr. Lu's hands."

At this time, footsteps came from the door, and the players all fell silent.

Mr. Lu came in and put a cup of milk tea in front of Bai Zhu, then returned to his seat, still keeping his gun in hand.

"Mr. Lu..." Xu Yan wanted to say something.

"Eat first." Mr. Lu pointed to the restaurant.

Mr. Lu, who was carrying a shotgun, still had the face of an honest man, but his demeanor was much more ferocious, and the players didn't dare to speak anymore.

The players had a hard time eating this meal.

Mr. Lu's craftsmanship is actually quite good, they usually eat very happily, this is the first time swallowing rice is like swallowing a knife.The players thought about finishing their dinner with a few quick sips, but Mr. Lu stared at them while wiping his guns. If they ate less, he would persuade them in his usual gentle tone: "Eat more."

Players: "..."

Put the gun down, it's all good.

After eating, the self-defeating players got the delicacy of "broken head rice", and wiped out a lot of food, and the bone china plate was almost half empty at once.

After Bai Zhu put down the knife and fork again, Mr. Lu didn't say anything more about eating more.

"Mr. Lu," Bai Zhu asked, "What do you want to talk to us about?"

Mr. Lu lowered his eyes and his voice was low.

"Let's just talk about things that I find weird."

Mr. Lu raised his eyes and looked at the faces of the guests one by one, whether they were nervous or calm, all of them were reflected in his eyes.

"This house, and you, are both strange."

And myself, too, was weird.