In the thriller game and the top group CP [unlimited]

Night in dungeons is usually more dangerous than daytime, which is a rule recognized by players.

It's not uncommon for players who die tragically to come back as ghosts for revenge.

But when Qiao Shi proposed the invitation, Zhu Ling did not question her decision at all.

When she came back to her senses, the two had already reached the foot of the mountain behind the manor.

The night is dark and the temperature is much lower than during the day.

A full moon hangs in the deep blue sky, and the moonlight is as bright as water.The dark shadows of the trees stand safely, and the cool breeze blows, and the occasional "rustling" sound of leaves rubbing against each other echoes the screams of wild animals in the mountains.

The path up the mountain was a dirt road, soft and wet. With the light from Zhu Ling's fingertips, they quickly found the rut marks left by the small carts, and beside them were two rows of small, shallow, deep and shallow roads. The footprints spread from the foot of the mountain to the depths of the dense forest.

These two lines of footprints should belong to the two girls who were in charge of burying the corpses. As long as you walk along the footprints, you can find the place where the corpses are buried.

Zhu Ling was eager to try and was about to set off, but was held back by the person next to him.

A clear female voice rang in her ears: "Wait..."

Zhu Ling asked: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Shi lowered his eyes: "There is a problem with the footprints."

Zhu Ling couldn't help following her gaze: "What's the matter..."

Then he reacted immediately.

On the narrow dirt road in front of me, there are only footprints going up the mountain, but there are few going down the mountain.

The two girls set off at about five o'clock in the afternoon, and it's past ten o'clock now.

As gamers, their physical fitness is much better than that of ordinary people. It takes almost less than an hour to bury two ordinary corpses.

These two girls either stayed on the mountain for some reason after burying the corpses; or, they already...

Zhu Ling's eyes suddenly darkened.

Qiao Shi had already summoned the black umbrella, and the blade on the umbrella cut the moonlight into pieces and reflected it into her dark green vertical pupils.

Her tone was light: "Take out your weapons and prepare to fight."

Zhu Ling nodded, clenched the handle of the knife, and took the initiative to walk in front of Qiao Shi to open the way.

The path twists and turns, with black tree shadows stretching their teeth and claws on both sides, making it particularly gloomy.

It makes people feel as if something will jump out at the next corner.

The two walked for about ten minutes, and when they turned a certain corner, the vision ahead suddenly widened, and a large flat open space appeared in front of them.

In that clearing, there was a large lump of strangely shaped black shadows wriggling irregularly around the edges, with many blood-red eyes scattered on it.

Sensing the stranger's arrival, the black shadow stood still for a moment, and then those blood-red eyes turned around one by one, looking straight in the direction of the two of them.

Zhu Ling's eyes froze, and he swung his knife quickly, and a large blue flame spread out, attacking the black shadow directly.

The moment the black shadow was burned by the flames, a shrill bird song pierced the night sky.

Immediately, the group of black shadows scattered into pieces, stumbling towards the forest.

It's a crow...

Many, many crows gathered together.

Zhu Ling suddenly had a bad premonition, she gathered herself together, and stepped forward before Qiao Shi.

There were two bloody corpses lying on the ground. They were the two girls who were arranged to dispose of the corpses during the day.

Their expressions were stiff and distorted, their eyes were wide open, and it seemed that they had been greatly frightened.

On the bare forearm, the red roses have all disappeared, leaving only the black branches.

Qiao Shi walked around, walked to Zhu Ling, and whispered, "The bodies of the two men are gone."

In a corner of the clearing, a small cart was tilted upside down, with half of the wheels sunk in the mud.The car was empty, and the two bodies were gone.

Zhu Ling was horrified, and then heard a rustling sound from the bushes behind him.

"careful!"

Her pupils constricted suddenly, and the faint blue flame turned into a fire dragon, which swooped out from her waist, and instantly wrapped around the two black shadows that suddenly struck.

It was the two dead men who took care of the doll during the day.

Their body angles were twisted strangely, their eyes were blood red, their bodies were pressed against the ground, and they crawled towards the two of them in a strange posture.

The rough cloth clothes on his body grazed the dirt vigorously, making a creepy rubbing sound.

Suffer

The attack of the flames, they seemed to be suffering from pain, and hoarse roars overflowed from their throats, but the attack speed remained unabated, and they aimed at Zhu Ling in unison.

Sharp claws had sprouted from the tips of their withered fingers, and the veins on the backs of their hands were bulging, and they were about to grab Zhu Ling's calf.

Zhu Ling didn't mess up at all, the sharp blade flashed, and cut off two of the hands at the wrist in an instant.

From the corner of his sight, the other two hands were forcefully penetrated by the tip of the black umbrella in Qiao Shi's hand, and they were firmly nailed together.

The two looked at each other tacitly, and while the monster was trapped, they went forward to make up the knife frantically.He didn't stop until he was sure that the other party was lifeless.

The moonlight shone on Qiao Shiqingli's face, and she rummaged through the corpse intently.

In the fight just now, some dirt was splashed on her face.Zhu Ling looked at it for a few seconds, then suddenly stretched out her hand out of nowhere, and wiped off the dirt with her fingertips.

Qiao Shi paused slightly:

Zhu Ling:

What's wrong with her!

Why are you acting like a pervert all of a sudden!

Zhu Ling was a little flustered, avoided Qiao Shi's eyes, and tried to explain calmly: "It's nothing, there was something on your face just now."

Qiao Shi responded, not doubting him.

She checked the corpse very carefully, and her fingertips were already stained with blood.Zhu Ling also came to join in, scrambling to rummage through the most appalling messy parts.

The final harvest is four thin sheets of paper the size of a palm.

The surface of these four sheets of paper was a little wrinkled, and they were carefully folded into small squares by the two men, and stored in their body pockets.

Probably because of the special treatment, although the blood has soaked the skirts of the two men, there are no stains on the paper, and the handwriting is clearly visible.

first slide……

On January 1, the weather was heavy snow.

It's snowing a lot today and it's cold.

Mrs. Miller baked a delicious chocolate cake and Monica ate two of them and raved

Yo, but mother doesn't allow it.

It's really stuffy in the castle, and I see that disgusting face from time to time.

Really annoying……

This is a diary. There is no signature on the back, and the handwriting looks very immature. It should be written by a child of the Duke.

Most of the contents of the diary are ordinary daily descriptions, only the phrase "disgusting face" makes the two of them a little concerned.

During the day, they have already seen those dolls that are exactly like Avril Lavigne's family. Although they are weird and eerie, they are more delicate and beautiful than the other, and they are definitely not "ugly".

Could it be that the person mentioned in the diary is not the family member that Avril Lavigne mentioned?

Or is it not because of his appearance, but because of his personal likes and dislikes, that he finds this person "disgusting"?

Qiao Shi read it again, wrote down the content above, and then opened the next few sheets.

On November 4, the weather was fine.

The flowers in the garden are all in bloom, including tulips.

Fugu took a mouthful, and my mother picked a few flowers herself, and put them in a glass vase in my room.

She's always so considerate, why doesn't Dad just see the good in her?

On July 7, the weather was thunderstorm.

Especially when you see it.

It is a monster that doesn't like to light a lamp, it hides silently in the dark, when it is suddenly illuminated by lightning, it pops out of the brain.

But it can't be said to be useless.

On October 8, the weather was cloudy.

Talking about swollen swollen aluminum

Porphyrin Gun Room Badger Model But everyone is angry.

Obviously I want to help, but why can't I do such a simple thing well.

Da Xian Mu Yi Sui Ⅲ simply sucks.

The handwriting of these diaries is different, and the two diaries that mention "mother" should be from two children of the Duke.

And when they wrote the diary, the Duchess was still alive.

"These diaries should be obtained from the puppet." Zhu Ling said, and put forward an idea, "Maybe when you are attacked by a puppet, you can get clues at random?"

Since the diary is carefully kept, it means that this should be a valuable clue obtained in the dungeon.

And these two dead men have to take care of the dolls personally during the day, and there is a high probability that they don't have time to do other things, so she came up with this speculation.

When Zhu Ling said this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

"With the contents of these few pages of the diary, it is impossible to piece together a complete story.

Could the dungeon be set like this, if you are attacked by a puppet, you may lose a different amount of life, but you may also get clues. "

"It's like drawing a card. You spend the number of times to draw, and you are not sure whether you will lose or earn. So these nine lives are actually our principal."

Joe Shi:

She thought it made sense when she heard it, but when she heard the word "drawing cards", she suddenly felt a headache.

As an African chief, drawing cards is her life's nightmare.

Zhu Ling noticed the subtle change in her expression, and asked, "What's the matter, the emperor is playing nice with you?"

Qiao Shi: "No..."

The fault is not Zhu Ling, but a non-chief like her.

But if you follow Zhu Ling's thinking, if the setting of the dungeon is really like this, then the purpose of not putting roses on their chests is to erase memories and cut off the connection between teammates.

The dungeon is full of strangers who have never met before, so it is difficult to reach a cooperation, but in the current situation, if you don't cooperate with others, it is impossible to piece together the complete truth with only one person's nine lives.

Just like these two men, although they got some clues, they still died at the hands of the puppet and took away two innocent players.

And these two innocent players may be their teammates fighting side by side.

Only teamwork can distribute lives reasonably. While each person's nine lives are used to their maximum value, it is also necessary to ensure that players will not die.

If so, then the situation is tricky now.

The trust between people is inherently fragile. How can a reliable cooperative relationship be established in the absence of memory?

Qiao Shi pondered for a moment, then carefully put away the diary.

She raised her eyes: "Zhu Ling, do you believe in Bai Rongjun?

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