I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

If it wasn't that Huang Duoqian had the ability to escape, nor was Huang Duoqian the one who killed him, but he really escaped from the ghost, then this ghost is different from all the ghosts they have known so far.

Xiaoling was interrupted before he had time to think for too long.

Xiaoxiao ran down the stairs in a panic, and when she saw the three of them, she seemed to be grabbing for life-saving straws: "A-he died again!"

The first time she saw the corpse, she completely lost the ability to think and subconsciously wanted to ask for help from the person who seemed to have the highest force value and the most reliable in the audience.

The three of them looked at each other, and before they had time to say anything more, they immediately followed up to the top floor.

The one who died was Xiao Guo, who had always been quiet and introverted. Just when everyone had gathered at the dining table, she, who had always been out of gregarious, went upstairs silently and died outside the tallest small attic of the castle.

And her death looked even more frightening. The flesh on her body was chopped off with a knife and thrown aside. The flesh on her thighs and arms was cut into pits, and the bones of the fiasco could be vaguely seen.

Half of the flesh on the body has been cut off, and even if some flesh is still hanging, there is only a layer of skin connecting it.

Even though the people at the scene had seen dead people several times, the scene was still very powerful.

Even Li Fan, who was a man, didn't dare to take a second look at the scene, and the other women were even pale with fright.

However, Xiaoling walked over as if he hadn't seen the horrifying corpse, and directly fiddled with a large yellow lump of unknown object next to him, then calmly said: "It's fat."

"vomit."

Huang Duoqian ran to the side, wishing to spit out all the food he had just eaten.

Xiaoxiao's voice trembled: "She, she was treated like this after she was killed? Ugh..."

Li Jiaxun pushed his glasses: "No, she was alive when she was cut into pieces, and there were no fatal wounds on her body."

Therefore, it may be caused by being hurt alive, or it may be caused by too much blood flow.

She ran up alone, maybe she wanted to look for clues first, because Wu Chenglei was hiding in the small attic and won the game of hide-and-seek.

She was not stupid, she knew that others came to the small attic one step ahead, but she was mistaken by her cleverness, and died here alone.

This shows that it is not safe to be in the castle during the day.

Xiao Ling saw something beside her hand, it was a chess piece slightly blocked by her hand, a blue round chess piece with an airplane pattern printed on it.

It fell next to the corpse, even stained with some blood, Xiaoling picked it up indifferently, and found a clean place on the clothes of the corpse next to him to wipe off the blood on the chess piece and his own hands up.

Doing whatever you want is like just picking up an unimportant gadget, which makes others look a little differently.

No one dared to underestimate this young man who seemed to be unable to lift his arms or shoulders.

At this time, Huang Duoqian also recognized clearly that this is not a harmless boy, but a little devil at all, and he was glad that he didn't have any conflict with this devil before.

Xiaomei didn't dare to look at the shattered corpse, so she turned her head slightly and asked, "What is that?"

Xiao Ling generously put the chess piece in the palm of her hand, and showed them: "A flying chess piece."

This chess piece probably has the cause of her death, but since everyone is present, this clue is considered shared.

Xiaoxiao covered her mouth: "Why is there a chess piece here, did she touch this chess piece before she was killed?"

Hearing what she said, Xiaoling who was holding the ominous chess piece remained as usual, but Feng Congmian frowned, wanting to take this dangerous chess piece suspected of harmfulness from him, but he hadn't had time to move yet. It was interrupted by the movement from downstairs.

A burst of unhurried footsteps suddenly appeared, and the others stopped discussing like a frightened bird. Li Fan even took out his "weapon" in advance to block in front of his girlfriend.

It was the hostess who arrived as expected. She walked over with a smile on her face, without looking at anyone else, and she held a plastic bag in her hand. She put the minced meat and fat into the garbage bag, and dragged The body was about to go downstairs.

"Hey."

Xiaoling suddenly stopped her, and everyone was startled by him.

He asked, "Is this doll pretty?"

The hostess stopped when she heard the word rag doll, she turned her head and looked at Xiaoling in an overly twisted posture, and pulled the stiff smile on her face more forcefully: "My baby girl doesn't like A rag doll that is too fat looks better if it is thinner, what do you think?"

She didn't seem to notice the pain in her neck, and kept staring at Xiaoling in this distorted posture.

Until Xiaoling chuckled lightly: "Oh, I also don't think the doll should be too fat."

The hostess turned her head back in satisfaction: "Well, so if you take out a little cotton, you won't be too fat."

She calls that flesh and fat "cotton"

There was a certain change on everyone's face, either fearful or thoughtful, and the person who had just vomited in shock began to retch again.

Xiaoling ignored the people with different thoughts, he began to look at the small attic.

It is necessary to find out the death conditions as soon as possible and then induce the ghost to enter the killing mode. The longer the delay, the easier it is for the real doll to be found out, and he will not get points.

After retching, Li Ting shivered in the corner with a face full of horror: "Her neck just now..."

Xiao Ling, who was flipping through a drawer, took it smoothly: "It's twisted like a twist."

Everyone showed indescribable expressions, and they might never want to eat mahua in the future.

Xiaomei: "The hostess is definitely not human, she is that ghost, the ghost who killed Wu Chenglei and Xiao Guo!"

Li Fan pulled his girlfriend back: "I, let's get out of here first."

Xiaomei frowned: "Coward, what are you afraid of? You are my boyfriend, and you are responsible for protecting me."

Looking at his girlfriend who was a little messy, Li Fan was not impatient at all, and persuaded in a low voice: "I'm not afraid, it's just that the two people who died came to this small attic, and there must be conditions for death in the small attic. "

Hearing what he said, Xiaoxiao hurriedly pulled Li Ting away from the small attic.

Huang Duoqian didn't dare to go in at all. He pulled Li Rongrong and refused to let her in. She was trembling, and her whole body was shaking.

The three of Xiaoling acted as if they hadn't noticed them at all, they went in and searched for what they needed to find.

Xiaoling hid the things she found in the drawer just now into her sleeves, without showing anything on her face.

The attic seems to be a place for sundries, everything is very old, even covered with a lot of dust, dusty, a lot of old furniture and old toys.

These old toys include small wooden horses, leather balls, and small trains... Among the old toys that fill half of the attic, there is only one kind of the most common toy missing - dolls.

Feng Congmian straightened his body, his height almost reached the top, making the attic even more cramped.

Xiaoling blinked at the two of them, Feng Congmian understood immediately, and went out without saying anything.

Li Jiaxun followed the two people, a little confused, who is the friend who has known Xiaoling for many years, and why these two people seem to have a tacit understanding than him.

The others wanted to go into the attic but were afraid, so they looked outside the attic and saw the three of them coming out, Huang Duoqian smiled awkwardly: "Hey, aren't you afraid of encountering something that triggers the death condition?"

Li Jiaxun didn't look back: "It would be foolish to let go of such an important place and not search it."

This gray attic, which is incompatible with the painting style of the pink castle, is obviously the key to breaking the situation, and the clue to find the doll must be hidden inside.

Xiaoling didn't care about other people's temptations, and walked straight away, until he reached their room, closed the door to cut off all temptations, and then he took out the things he had just hidden.

It was a yellowed photo of three people enjoying themselves happily. The hostess was holding An An, and Dudu was sitting next to her.

As a mother, the hostess brings her daughters to face the camera, with the joy of being a mother on her face, which is completely different from the neurotic gloom.

Judging from the photos, this is just an ordinary and happy single-parent family.

"It's not just the hostess that's weird about this photo."

Xiaoling clicked on An An who was sitting in the arms of the hostess in the photo, and then analyzed:

"The hostess in the castle has a very obvious preference for the two daughters. She prefers the lively and outgoing elder daughter to the frail younger daughter An An, but it seems the opposite in the photos."

This is a hint that the castle is full of violations.

Why is there only one attic in a castle full of pink girls' hearts that is dirty and old, and the things in the attic don't look like castles at all.

Li Jiaxun: "Most of the things in the attic are the old toys of some little girls. Maybe the attic is the real thing, but everything in this castle is an illusion."

Lie.

Xiaoling made a quiet gesture, and Li Jiaxun closed his mouth cooperatively.

A minute later, a burst of cheerful footsteps quickly approached.