I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.30 three days·【First update】The last call

Yu Ci and Feng Huai put down the stand-in doll anyway.

The stand-in doll is a perfect reproduction of the real body, and even the objects on the body will be reproduced, and the rules of the game also allow the meaning of existence of the reproduced objects by default.

If a stand-in puppet is used, usually the deity will handle the puppet well, so as to prevent the clues on the body from being used by the latecomers.

There are only two reasons why Tan Lin's stand-in doll is still in place--Tan Lin has no system props and clues to use, or Tan Lin is too seriously injured to deal with his stand-in doll at all.

Feng Huai helped Yu Ci put the doll on the ground, he couldn't help but look at the doll twice, and said, "I have to say that this is really enough to confuse the real one."

"The game is produced, and the quality is guaranteed." Yu Ci joked.

He checked the wounds on the puppet, and guessed how much the deity Tan Lin's mobility was left at the moment: "The most serious wound is on the neck, the wound is deep, and touches the artery, but fortunately the wound is not large, and the blood loss is still optimistic. move around."

"After all, the person who did this didn't intend to take his life, but he didn't care much about whether he died or not." Feng Huai said.

Yu Ci nodded slightly, even if the person who will do this is not the murderer who killed Luo Haonan, he must be an accomplice in one of the links, and he cannot escape the relationship.

"But speaking of it, the stand-in doll is so realistic, how did you tell at a glance that it's a stand-in doll, not Tan Lin himself?" Feng Huai asked curiously.

Yu Ci lowered his head to look for clues, heard the words and was silent for two seconds, then said lightly: "...the biggest difference between the stand-in doll and the deity lies in the joints. Feel the difference between the puppet and the real body.”

Feng Huai smiled when he heard the words, and said casually: "You have noticed such a small detail. It seems that you are very familiar with stand-in dolls."

Yu Ci's hand movements paused slightly, and he turned to Feng Huai, his dark eyes showed no emotion.

"What?" Feng Huai raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If someone used a stand-in doll to fake his death for a year, you would recognize it too," Yu Ci said.

Feng Huai paused for a while, and used a stand-in doll to feign death for a year. What is the connection with the research doll?

It took him a few seconds to react, and he shuddered slightly, thinking that he would not keep the corpse by his side and study it every day.

Both of them tacitly did not bring up this topic again.

The only things found on "Tan Lin" were a mobile phone and an invitation, signed by Luo Haonan.

"Mr. Tan Lin is sincerely invited to attend the opening ceremony of the New Sieve Opera House on November 11..." Feng Huai read softly, looking at Yu Ci, "The time is just a week away."

Yu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly: "It turns out that our conductor has another appointment."

"No wonder Tan Lin was chosen here." Feng Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that Tan Lin was also unlucky, and the character he drew was actually on the side of cannon fodder.

Whether the Seaver Opera House is rebuilt or site-selected for new construction, it violates the original intention of the place, and it is also the source of all strange things and tragedies.

Feng Huai still remembered the news about relocation and compensation that they followed Luo Haonan after the media meeting was over.

They originally thought that since the terms of compensation were still being discussed, the reconstruction should still be under planning, but they didn't expect that Luo Haonan had already made preparations and waited for the compensation to be settled before pushing the newly built opera house to the public with great fanfare.

Thinking back carefully to what Luo Haonan said in an interview with the media at that time, he had already paved the way for future momentum.

Feng Huai sneered, cunning businessman.

Yu Ci turned on Tan Lin's mobile phone, and a WeChat message notification was lit on the screen saver of the mobile phone, and the time was ten hours ago.

The sender was Luo Haonan, asking about the time and place of Tan Lin's meeting.

"The time should be before meeting me privately." Yu Ci said, tapping the screen, "but Luo Haonan didn't know that Tan Lin had already encountered an accident."

"Luo Haonan didn't get a reply from Tan Lin, so he turned to me, and wanted to invite performers to join his new opera house as the head of the troupe." Yu Ci slowly straightened out his thoughts.

Feng Huai nodded thoughtfully, and then added what Yu Ci said: "You said that he received a phone call during the conversation with you, and left in a hurry through the secret passage, and then we found here through the secret passage, and saw this."

"That is to say, the call he received was likely to direct him to Tan Lin's location or direction."

Yu Ci nodded slightly, and said: "Not everyone can see the meaning of the Tarot cards, but the appearance of Tan Lin hanging upside down will definitely remind Luo Haonan of the man who died in the same way in the opera house ten years ago. The conductor."

"As long as he has the slightest guilty conscience, he will definitely choose to escape in a panic." Feng Huai's eyes sharpened.

Yu Ci responded, and put away Tan Lin's cell phone and the invitation card: "Suppose Luo Haonan came out from the secret door and saw Tan Lin's body, where would he go?"

"If you lift the curtain and run outside, you will bump into media people and artists outside the door who are interviewing for the evening performance, and more staff will appear in every corner unexpectedly." Yu Ci analyzed.

Feng Huai interface: "Tan Lin's body will be found, and the activities of the night will be ruined. The negative news of the Seaver Opera House will once again bombard the news page for a whole week. And a week later, his new opera house is scheduled to open. Hao

Nan would never allow such a media surprise. "

"So he can only run back to the secret passage." Yu Ci said.

It's just that it's closer to the old performance hall if you walk through the secret passage, so why did Luo Haonan fall from such a high place?

Yu Ci and Feng Huai returned to the secret passage, the oil lamp in the secret passage was always on, lighting the passage brightly without dark corners.

Feng Huai squatted on the ground and looked at the shoe prints. It had rained for the past few days, and the shoes were covered with mud to some extent. The shoe prints in the aisle were still very new, and there were only a single pair of shoe prints facing one direction.

He was even more sure that Luo Haonan didn't run back, but rushed forward all the way.

Yu Ci said indifferently: "The reason why he didn't run back was probably because he couldn't. The road behind him was either blocked, or something was chasing him."

"Do you still remember the passage we fell into to avoid the night watchman?" Yu Ci asked Feng Huai.

Feng Huai's face changed slightly: "That thing."

He and Yu Ci stumbled into the narrow passage by accident. There was only one person who was wide and short, and he could only walk forward on his knees. There was no oil lamp in that passage, and it was pitch black, so he could only walk with a flashlight. .

That time they bumped into a pale-faced man, who followed them silently, neither approaching nor leaving, until they saw the door and planned to leave, they followed very quickly.

Until now, Feng Huai has not been able to determine whether it is a human or a ghost.

"Assuming that the small road and this place are also connected, that thing can come and go in the dark passage at will. Maybe it was it that drove Luo Haonan to the highest point."

While the two were talking, they walked forward, and as they walked, Yu Ci's footsteps suddenly stopped.

He bent down and approached the corner of the wall, and picked a bunch of things by the corner of the wall with his toes—soft, dark red, sticking to the gap in the wall, and when Yu Ci picked it up with his toes, it would deform slightly.

"What is that?" Feng Huai frowned and asked subconsciously.

But soon, he recognized it: "...is it Luo Haonan's tongue?"

Yu Ci responded in a deep voice, and the two tensed up at the same time, and looked at each other: "Be careful, keep going."

After walking another distance, they found an eyeball that fell on the ground, was accidentally kicked away by Feng Huai, and rolled into a corner with a grunt.

More blood splattered on the red bricks on the left and right walls, and there were panicked bloody palm prints.

Judging from the height of the blood palm print, it almost matches Luo Haonan's height.

They ran quickly along the bloody palm prints, and the last bloody palm print disappeared in front of a wall of bricks, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

Yu Ci stopped in his tracks: "It's here."

He groped for the wall tiles, found the correct one, and pressed hard.

A piece of wall swivels away.

It is the dome of their night performance hall, but it is higher than the height that the elevator can reach, and it is closer to the multicolored painting of the Virgin Mary on the dome.

This is a very delicate square platform, neither big nor small enough for two people to lie flat on it. Perhaps the architect who designed it was to better appreciate the exquisite works above his head.

This square is located directly above the beam and is perfectly hidden by visually deceiving angles.

There are messy bloody footprints on the log platform, which proves that this is the last place Luo Haonan visited before his death.

Standing on the edge of the platform, Feng Huai glanced down, and underneath was the white humanoid tape depicting the scene of Luo Haonan's death.

[Congratulations to players Feng Huai, Yu Ci, Ji Jian... for completing the multiplayer side mission: Last Call, successfully clearing Yu Ci of his suspicion, the task rewards 2 points]

Both Yu Ci and Feng Huai received the notification from the system, and Ji Jian, who was far away in the hospital receiving bandages, also received it.

Ji Jian blinked for a moment, and in his task panel, the description of Luo Haonan's side line was also completely filled——

【He received a call from an unfamiliar number, but the voice on the other end was very familiar.

It was that person, his face became extremely ugly, and he hurriedly wrote down the meeting place and time set by the other party: seven o'clock in the evening, behind the door, the third secret door.

He hurried over and opened the door, but only saw a figure, it was Tan Lin, who was hung above his head, just like the conductor Nuo Lan back then.

He realized that all the shady things he had done had been discovered, and Tan Lin's end was a hint, a premonition of his death.

He quickly ran into the secret passage, but the footsteps of the god of death have already stuck to him...]

Luo Haonan's branch description was very long, Ji Jian quickly scrolled down and read it whole.

He realized that it was Yu Ci and Feng Huai who stayed in the opera house and completed the rest of the task.

He clasped his hands together in his heart: Thank you big guys for taking me to bed.

"The task of the last branch line of the call shows that it is completed, but the progress of the other branch line, the invisible door, has not been updated yet." Feng Huai frowned and looked at Yu Ci.

He thought that this task should at least follow the completion of [Last Call], and a new progress reminder should be updated.

"[Look for the invisible door, and find the thing behind the door to complete the task]."

Yu Ci took another look at the content of the side mission, and said, "It seems that the thing behind the door in the mission description has little to do with Luo Haonan's death."