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

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Only her clothes, what about the body?

Xiao Ling's eyes fell heavily on the blood on the clothes.

There seemed to be only one nauseating possibility of what would happen to the body when it turned up in the back kitchen.

But this may be vetoed by him soon. The food they eat is all handed by Gu Yushi and Wei Jing. Usually, the two of them will find various opportunities to go in and out of the back kitchen. With their strength, they can completely avoid human flesh being served. The event on the table happens.

If human flesh is not for them, who is it for?

Xiaoling couldn't help thinking of other people on this street, he had never seen those people in retro clothes eat anything, even if Uncle Chen had the custom of being delivered food, he had never seen him eat with his own eyes.

"Do you still remember that when the restaurant owner drove people away that night, he said that there would be distinguished guests coming to dinner?"

Both the owner of the homestay and Uncle Chen have warned them not to go out at night, so what kind of distinguished guests would go out for dinner at night?

Are they really eating rice...

Feng Congmian obviously thought of this too, and after a while of silence, he took the clothes from Xiaoling's hand.

If there is a connection, the existence of this clump of clothing becomes tricky.

This is the secret that the street people want to keep, and it is a secret that should not be "discovered" by them.

knock knock...

The knock on the door came inappropriately.

"What are you doing in there?" Uncle Chen's old voice sounded dead after the knock on the door.

Xiaoling and Feng Congmian looked at each other, in order to cover up the aura of the two people in the toilet, he pressed the flush button calmly.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Chen, I have a little diarrhea."

"Is that friend of yours not with you?" Uncle Chen's voice still did not leave the door.

Xiaoling turned on the faucet to wash her hands: "No."

There was no sound outside.

Xiaoling didn't rush to open the door, he turned off the tap, took out two pieces of paper and slowly wiped his hands.

He didn't open the door until he was sure that the breath outside the door had completely disappeared.

Feng Congmian didn't follow, he held the package with one hand, and put the other hand in his pocket: "I'll go and get rid of this bundle of clothes."

At the same time he had to find an excuse for his unexcused absences.

If he continued to dawdle, Uncle Chen would become suspicious again, so Xiaoling nodded sharply.

After learning that the paper figurines made by Uncle Chen used players as mirrors, he couldn't help but glance at his making process from the corner of his eye when he was attracting guests at the door.

It really made him see some clues.

When Uncle Chen faced them making paper figurines, he usually only made an outline, and only started to make the details at night. He was consciously covering up the fact that the paper figurines were players.

But this time, maybe it was because the order in his hand was too urgent, he didn't care about hiding it, the movements in his hands were fast, Xiaoling had never seen other people make paper figurines, and he didn't know the correct process of making paper figurines , but it is not difficult to see Uncle Chen's dexterity.

The details are horribly detailed, and the paper-stitched clothes are thoroughly modern.

It was worn by the player who was caught with fire today.

In order to avoid being noticed, he stopped paying attention after confirming who the paper stick man was.

When Feng Congmian left, he walked through the back door, but when he came back, he came in directly through the front door.

Seeing that his hands were empty, Xiaoling knew that the clothes had been disposed of.

Before he could speak, something was suddenly stuffed into his hand.

It was almost instantly judged that the thing was a lighter, Xiaoling grabbed it tightly tightly, and put it in his pocket slightly sideways.

When he raised his head again, he met a pair of eyes that melted from the cold, and Feng Congmian told him with his mouth: Don't be afraid.

Xiao Ling smiled, if someone just learned that using fire would kill him, he might think that the things in his pockets were bombs that could go off at any time, but for him, this was a surprise.

When Feng Congmian went to argue with Uncle Chen, he fumbled for the lighter through his pocket.

This is a very ordinary lighter with a brand engraved on it. It is a brand that has never been heard of in real life, and it should be found in this magic realm.

People in this street ban fire, but there are still lighters.

The store closed very early today, Uncle Chen got up and closed the store before it was time.

Because he sat in the same position for a long time, when he got up, he made a clicking sound of joint friction, like a machine that had been in disrepair for a long time.

The shop closed early, so they went to the restaurant earlier than usual.

On the way, Feng Congmian explained the source of the lighter. It was actually found from the fire user who was taken away at noon today.

As expected, the player has become a dead person.

This made Xiaoling a little surprised, the player's paper figurine hadn't been made yet, but he was already dead.

Overturned his original assumption that "paper piercing people kill people".

After arriving at the hotel, the others hadn't arrived yet, the restaurant owner came out from the back kitchen and replied apologetically, "Sorry, we haven't prepared dinner yet."

Xiaoling said that it doesn't matter, what comes first.

Gu Yushi and Wei Jing were cleaning the table while looking for opportunities to strike up a conversation with them.

After finally waiting for the restaurant owner to leave, Wei Jing anxiously came over to share new clues.

"The bastards you brought Cengfan at noon today may have met with misfortune."

Xiao Ling tilted her head.

He never thought that the NPC would have an accident suddenly, and it was still in the daytime.

Wei Jing: "I saw that he almost licked the plate clean over there, and then our boss went over and said to take him to the back kitchen to eat something else, and kindly said that he would find him a job."

Xiaoling was thoughtful: "Then you haven't seen him come out?"

"Yes."

Just when they wanted to have a further exchange, the hotel owner appeared unexpectedly, and scolded the two people who were fishing at work.

They had to stop talking.

...

"Do you think that restaurant..."

Xiao Ling stopped talking suddenly.

Because he saw someone who shouldn't be there.

Feng Congmian followed his gaze and frowned.

The person who Wei Jing said should be dead just now is standing in front of them alive and well.

The gangster still remembered the two people who invited him to dinner, and rubbed his hands together: "Are you going to dinner?"

Xiaoling took two steps back: "We just finished eating."

The bastard suddenly changed his face: "Cut!"

It wasn't until the gangster left that Zhao Zhao suddenly ran out from the corner.

As soon as she ran out, she wanted to hug Xiaoling and cry, but because Feng Congmian was there, she could only pinch the hem of her clothes and sob aggrievedly.

Xiao Ling didn't want to comfort the crying Zhao Zhao, so she asked perfunctorily what's the matter, but this sentence seemed to turn on her switch, and the little girl's tears flowed even more happily.

Under her stumbling narration, Xiao Ling barely understood the general idea.

It turned out that she was hiding because she was being followed by that gangster. If she hadn't been hiding quickly just now, she might have been caught by him.

Coincidentally, Xiaoling's appearance interrupted the bastard's desire to go that way, and she was just about to be discovered.

Zhaozhao felt much more comfortable after she said it, she rubbed her eyes, "Don't think I'm thinking too much, I really feel that he has changed, he definitely didn't just want to talk to me just now, he, he wanted to... .”

She couldn't go on anymore, the tears she had finally stopped were about to fall again.

Xiaoling: "I believe it."

Zhaozhao doubted with swollen eyes: "Really? Don't you really think I'm making trouble for no reason?"

Of course it was true, the gangster dared to confront them directly, and even dared to stare under Feng Congmian's aura, obviously his personality became more aggressive.

In fact, it wasn't just the gangster, he obviously felt that Zhao Zhao's character had become more sensitive than before.

But Xiaoling didn't say these words, he casually comforted her a few words, and left regardless of her persuasion.

Because he saw a very interesting thing through the crowd.

While they were talking, the gangster had already walked to the other side of the street.

He walked through all kinds of people coming and going around him, his eyes were firm and his steps remained unchanged.

When Xiaoling and Feng Congmian caught up with him, he had almost stepped into the black mist at the end of the street.

"Where are you going?" Xiaoling asked standing a few steps away from him.

The gangster turned impatiently: "Is it related to you?"

Xiaoling: "Aren't you afraid of being caught by debtors?"

There is black mist at both ends of this street. Players don't need to think about it and know that they can't enter, but NPCs are divided into those who can only enter and those who can enter and exit at will.

Those NPCs whose clothes match this street have always regarded the black mist as nothing, and come to visit during the day and leave at night. The only people who are really trapped by this street are passer-by NPCs and players who strayed into the street.

But now the gangster wants to break this rule.

"How did you know that I was being chased?" The gangster looked puzzled, but soon became impatient, "What's the matter with you? I'm tired of this street and want to go home? I wanted to, but I still think about it." Grab that girl and play with her before you leave, you can really hide." When he said the latter, his expression became particularly ferocious.

Xiaoling didn't answer, he just squinted slightly and watched him rush into the black mist.

Then there was no sound.

Nothing happened, he just disappeared into the black mist like those NPCs who came and went freely.