Forces of Temptation

When Nan Zhou heard such a broadcast, his face was not happy.

Players who are not on the same team can hear the reward broadcast sound.

This time the dungeon is a dungeon that needs to share clues. What if we encounter a dungeon with multi-team confrontation in the future?Wouldn't it directly expose the achievements and cards in their hands?

Nan Zhou felt that this was not a good thing.

When he came out of the bathroom wiping his hands, he met Jiang Fang's eyes.

Jiang Fang looked over his shoulder and saw Chen Sufeng who was hurriedly wrapping a bath towel around his lap, his eyes darkened slightly.

But only for a moment.

The current five clues piece together a creepy possibility.

In this seemingly peaceful, peaceful, warm and beautiful family of three, a woman died unexpectedly in Xiao Ming's seemingly boring daily life.

Possibly his mother.

Possibly his sister.

It could also be a distant relative who has lived here for a long time.

Her fingerprints were left on the bottom of the ashtray.

Her shoe prints are left deep in the shoe cabinet.

Her hair was left in the sewer.

Her fat stays in the pressure cooker.

Besides that, all of her was taken away by 11 tons of water.

... not long after Xiao Ming's summer vacation started.

The NPC on the phone told them that last month, the household consumed 12 tons of water.

Today is July 7, and the water consumption of the household reached 3 tons.

11 tons of water, enough to wash away everything that has ever happened to this home.

The main line of the game has taken a big step forward on the first day.

But the question is, what's next?

Even if they found out that a woman had died here, how would they find the way out?

When everyone looked at each other and said nothing, the two biggest heroes seemed to have nothing to do.

Jiang Fang returned to the kitchen and continued cooking.

Nan Zhou was in the living room, teaching Li Yinhang how to do handwork.

"Xiao Ming"'s manual work has a proposition, which is called "my family".

When you didn't know it before, you can still treat this proposition assignment with a normal mind.

just now……

The ghost knows what kind of configuration "Xiao Ming"'s family is.

Nanzhou didn't take these unnecessary worries to heart.

He said, "Let's build a house first."

As he spoke, he took out several boxes of safety matches from the drawer of the TV cabinet.

Judging from the ashtray and the half-empty cigarette case under the coffee table, someone in this family has the habit of smoking.

Although matches have already withdrawn from the mainstream lighting market, it is not ruled out that some people just like the feeling of the phosphorus head of the match rubbing against the sandpaper.

Nanzhou picked up the matches with tweezers found in the household hardware box, and started from the base, criss-crossing and building up.

Under Nan Zhou, the match sticks are beam rafters, and the match heads are mortise and tenon joints.

After layer-by-layer construction, a small and sturdy match cube was magically born under his hands.

Nan Zhou pushed out the embedded matches one by one, arranged them in steps, and erected a small roof.

The crimson match head, the snow-white matchstick, gradually extended the prototype of a "home" in his hand.

While fiddling with matches, he said, "...I also gave my students homework with the theme of 'home'."

Li Yinhang only cared about being amazed: "...Huh?"

Nan Zhou used tweezers to gently lower the height of the matchsticks that decorated the chimney, and at the same time reminded Li Yinhang: "Did you forget? I am an art teacher."

Other observers: "..."

After seeing how he squeezed the box with bare hands, they didn't really want to believe in his evil.

Leaning against the kitchen door, Jiang Fang, who listened to all this, wiped his hands gently on the apron with a smile: "Mr. Nan, dinner is ready."

Jiang Fang's food was really good.

An eggplant stuffed with meat, the eggplant soaked in gravy is more fragrant than the meat;

Mapo tofu is tender and browned, and the spicy pepper is just right;

The bright yellow potato shreds are hand-cut, decorated with two or three chopped red peppers, which is very beautiful;

The shrimp soup is salty and palatable, and the rice is soft and fragrant.

He even made an easy version of fruit cake using the microwave and fruit.

but……

When everyone thought about what someone might have done to a certain woman in that kitchen with a pressure cooker, a feeling of nausea surged up against their stomachs.

What's more, all the sharp edges in the house are concentrated in the kitchen.

Thinking of the possible uses of that gleaming kitchen knife on the knife holder, no normal person would have an appetite for this table dish.

However, Nanzhou is an exception.

He sat down at the table, cut the cake into eight parts with a fruit knife, and very consciously took his own part with a small plate.

Jiang Fang pointed to his share and shook his head at Nan Zhou: "...I don't eat sweets."

Thus, Nan Zhou got an extra piece of cake.

He was happy with a blank expression, and was busy using a fork to cut the two cakes in his hand into small pieces.

When everyone hesitated, Shen Jie actually chose to sit down.

Chen Sufeng also made the same move as her.

Thin Monkey wanted to give Shen Jie a hand.

But she grabbed the thin monkey's arm instead: "Come over and eat."

The thin monkey grinned in disgust: "The only thing that can be cut up in this house is a kitchen knife. How dare you eat something cut with a kitchen knife?"

Shen Jie: "Even if a dismemberment case happened in this family, it wouldn't be a kitchen knife."

"En." Chen Sufeng agreed with Shen Jie's judgment, "It's inconvenient to use a kitchen knife."

As he spoke, he picked up a chopstick of tofu and put it in his mouth.

The taste far beyond imagination made him pause in surprise, looked up at Jiang Fang, and quickly picked up the next chopstick.

"If you dismember the corpse, you should use something like a hand saw."

Chen Sufeng said: "Otherwise...'Xiao Ming' won't fail to find out."

Thin Monkey: "...Huh?"

"You don't use your brain." Shen Jie hated iron and steel, "Did you forget? The date on Xiao Ming's last diary?"

"I remember. It wasn't July 7nd—"

Before the thin monkey finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment, and a cold sweat broke out on his back vest.

...The NPC on the phone told them that today is July 7rd.

Before that, he always thought that Xiao Ming's diary was made up and written indiscriminately.

After all, the content inside looks shoddy, full of perfunctory atmosphere of "finishing the work".

But he missed one point.

The date of the diary is very likely to be true.

Xiao Ming's diary ends on July 7.

What he wrote in his diary on July 7 was that he couldn't think of what to do, so he called Xiaohong and asked Xiaohong, but Xiaohong didn't do it.

For Xiao Ming, July 7 was a dull but peaceful day.

The current dungeon date is July 7rd.

Assuming that there were really vicious cases of murder and dismemberment in this room, it is only possible that it was in July when the water consumption increased abnormally.

So far, only three days have passed in July.

In other words, the time point in the diary overlaps with the dungeon time.

If the murder happened on July 7st, why is Xiao Ming's diary on July 1nd so calm, as if nothing happened?

If it's number 2...

On the 2nd, it was the time when they were sent over last night.

But at that time, they did a simple search of the house and found no traces in the house.

Bodies, blood, hair, nothing.

Besides, if the murderer had dismembered the body last night, why hadn't they heard anything?

There are eight pairs of ears and eight pairs of eyes here.

Some people sleep in the master bedroom, some in the second bedroom, and some in the living room.

If someone dismembers, cleans up, and throws all the items related to women out of the door at this time, how can they not notice?

Although the time point of "July 7" has been determined, it is still unknown which timeline they are in.

parallel world?

Or are they now at the scene of the murder just after it happened?

But at least, at the moment they can draw the conclusion that the woman was not cut to pieces with a kitchen knife. .

the reason is simple.

This dungeon pays attention to clues and realistic logic.

First, during the preliminary investigation, everyone went into the kitchen and focused on the investigation of knives.

Human bones are very hard.

If a kitchen knife has been used to chop a bone, it will either show signs of overuse, or it will simply be discarded and replaced with a clean, undamaged new knife in the holder.

Obviously, this kitchen knife is not new, there are traces of frequent use, but there is no gap, no curling edge.

Second, the kitchen knife will make a loud noise when chopping meat.

Regardless of whether the dismemberment happened on the 1st or the 2nd, the minced meat and bones would make an unusually loud sound.

If you use a tool such as a hand saw, firstly, the operation will be more convenient, and secondly, in comparison, the sound of cutting is easier to ignore than the sound of chopping.

Third, since all the woman's belongings have been emptied from the house, is it necessary to keep the murder weapon involved in the case at home?

To sum up, cooking with a kitchen knife is not a big problem.

"I'm eating. Let's not talk about it." Chen Sufeng buried his head in two mouthfuls of rice, "If you're full and your brain has sufficient blood supply, you might be able to think more clearly."

As he spoke, Chen Sufeng rubbed his nose and asked Jiang Fang, "Is there a lunch box? I want to save some for Brother Yu."

"Keep it. Keep two copies."

Jiang Fang, who took off his apron, was at the coffee table in the living room observing Nan Zhou's newly built match house, thoughtfully.

He said, "Eat slowly."

After feeling relieved, Thin Monkey joined the dinner with his job bowl in hand.

Chen Sufeng said something that was very reassuring.

If you don't eat enough, you can't turn your mind.

In the silent restaurant, there was only the slight sound of chopsticks colliding with rice bowls.

The aroma of rice and a touch of aromatherapy permeated the surroundings.

Everyone tried to focus on the delicious food, and forced themselves not to think deeply about what a bloody hell scene was in this 100-square-meter apartment at some point in the past.

After a meal, Yu Tuisi was pushed out of the children's room by the fitness trainer.

His face didn't look well.

"I had a dream."

Yu Tuisi's emotion management ability is very strong, even in the obviously uncomfortable situation, he still grasped the key point accurately, and described it briefly: "There is nothing particularly specific, just vaguely heard, something like The sound of sawing wood has been ringing in my ears."

squeak--

squeak--

Such a subtle, teeth-gritting sound of sawing saws lasted for two full hours in Yu Tuisi's dream.

Li Yinhang bit his knuckles, took a deep breath, and stepped into the children's room.

Next, it's her manual task.

This time, Jiang Fang was by her side.

He reread Xiao Ming's diary.

The diary starts from the first day of summer vacation, which is June 6th.

Before, they didn't read very carefully.

Rereading it now, Jiang Fang found some clues in the corners.

That was on June 6th, when Xiao Ming mentioned "home" in his diary, it was just a short sentence.

"There's no one at home, so boring."

On June 6, he mentioned it again.

"Han Meimei and I went to watch the TV show together. The TV show was very good. I wanted to tell people about it, but there was no one at home. I made a bowl of mung bean zhou for myself. I added two iced tangs. It was delicious. "

Beneath the typos, phonetic notations, and journal-style narratives characteristic of elementary school students, there is really little valuable information.

Moreover, probably due to the arrangement of the dungeon puzzles, the diary did not mention at all how many people there are in this family, their family structure and relationship.

Jiang Fang closed the diary.

But...it's not like nothing.

Outside the children's room.

Yu Tuisi was listening to Chen Sufeng's story about their discovery at noon, his brows were slightly frowned, and he fell into thought.

Skinny Monkey and the fitness trainer are studying the computer in the second bedroom.

Surprisingly, Shouhou is a very good computer expert.

He quickly opened files one by one, looking for clues.

Nan Zhou sat cross-legged at the porch, staring at the white wall in front of him.

No one knew what he was thinking.

Nan Jixing squatted on his shoulder, holding a small piece of cake left over from eating, and gnawed it in small bites, looking very cherished.

Shen Jie quietly sat down beside him.

She just wanted to speak, but when she saw his movements clearly, she couldn't help being suffocated again——

... He was actually still prying the little lock with the wire.

Shen Jie resisted the heart of complaining, and asked: "What are you thinking?"

Nan Zhou was very honest: "Why is there no door. Why do we have to look for a door?"

If the previous Nan Zhou asked such a question, Shen Jie would probably roll his eyes at him.

But after seeing his strength, Shen Jie respected him a lot.

She patiently explained: "This is the arrangement of the dungeon. The dungeon will always allow us to complete a clearance task."

Nan Zhou: "Why didn't the task ask us to investigate this murder case? Instead, let us find the door?"

Shen Jie: "..."

She was overwhelmed.

Nanzhou didn't intend to get an answer from Shen Jie either.

He continued staring blankly at the white wall.

Shen Jie bit her lip.

After a brief deliberation, she spoke.

"It's my fault." Shen Jie said, "Before, I said that I sent you newcomers to die, and I was wrong."

Nan Zhou shifted his gaze to her face, and said indifferently, "Hmm."

Shen Jie smiled.

She laughed, and the shrewd and serious energy was diluted a lot: "What does 'uh' mean?"

Nan Zhou: "It means I accept your apology."

Shen Jie: "..."

Shen Jie: "You're such a rigid weirdo."

Nan Zhou didn't answer this sentence, and turned his gaze to the white wall again.

Shen Jie continued: "I have a daughter who is 8 years old this year....Maybe about the same age as this 'Xiao Ming'."

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Shen Jie: "I heard from the newcomers that she should be sent to a special children's shelter."

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Shen Jie looked straight at Nan Zhou's profile.

She found that this person seemed indifferent, but he was actually very simple.

Straightforward is the best way to talk to him.

So, she said, "You, and Jiang Fang, cooperate with us."

"The system stipulates that a team can have 2 to 5 people."

"There are still two positions in our 'Shunfeng' team, reserved for you and Jiang Fang, just right."

Shen Jie's tone became hurried.

"Stay with us, the chance of survival will be greater. That girl surnamed Li can't help you much. But we can give you more."

"I don't need to be the leader. Let it be you, or Jiang Fang, it doesn't matter."

"Please, as long as you can win, we can listen to you for anything."

Nan Zhou looked at the lock cylinder in his palm.

Shen Jie's proposal meant more storage slots, a higher team level, and more experienced teammates.

After calculating the benefits one by one, he waved his hand lightly: "No."

Shen Jie was prepared to be rejected early in the morning, but she was not very depressed: "Can I ask why?"

"Because I like my current team name." Nan Zhou said, "Also, I don't like you."

"Because I want to sacrifice you?"

"Yes." Nan Zhou didn't hide it at all, "I hold grudges."

For a moment, Shen Jie didn't know whether to laugh or be embarrassed, but she finally smiled: "Isn't it too straightforward?"

Nan Zhou devoted himself to studying his lock, and said, "I won't go, you can still ask Jiang..."

Thinking of the conversation in the kitchen, he carefully corrected his address: "...Brother Fang."

"No." Shen Jie stood up calmly, "He will not follow me."

"How do you know if you don't ask?"

"I can know without asking." Shen Jie looked at Nan Zhou's slightly curled-up hair and said with a smile, "Because you won't come."

Nan Zhou: "...Huh?"

Before Nan Zhou could figure it out, Shen Jie got up and went to the second bedroom to find her teammates.

Thus, another question that Nan Zhou couldn't figure out was added.

The author has something to say:

Shen Jie: Come on, you guys are very gay.