Forces of Temptation

Keith is dead.

And Hua Sisi disappeared from the church.

The tension that makes the scalp tingle quickly diffuses in the room through the air.

Even if they wanted to resist and fight, they had to understand what they were dealing with, right?

You know, they were not unprepared beforehand.

Hua Sisi has a wooden stick in his hand and a whole library of props on his body.

With the accumulated experience of dozens of dungeons, not everyone has the ability to get close to him without anyone noticing.

When he made a "dangerous" judgment, even if the incident happened suddenly and he couldn't make an attack in time, Hua Sisi could always make some noise.

But just like that, he disappeared in the chapel.

No blood, no sound.

When Jiang Fang entered the door, there was only a body lying on the bed with a cross pierced through the chest.

The most important thing is that apart from a few of them, there shouldn't be any other living creatures on the east bank.

If it took four full days to confirm this matter, the previous dungeons of these people would really be in vain.

The search of the closed room in the church just now confirmed this point even more.

Since there is no room for Tibetans in the church, besides them and Keith, there should be only seven people on the east bank.

So, who could sneak into the church and kill Keith?

And who is capable of making a young man disappear silently like a cloud of steam in a church where five people shuttle back and forth?

Nan Zhou said, "Maybe someone has crossed the bridge and came from the west bank."

Jiang Fang shrugged: "Or some devil who has been living in the church on the east bank."

Song Haining got goosebumps from the speculation of these two people.

Looking at the corpse, she asked in surprise, "Then what should we do now?"

Jiang Fang waved his hand, signaling them to go out first, don't spread out, and wait outside.

The other team members were ordinary people before entering the dungeon, staying here and staring at the corpse would have no other benefits except increasing anxiety.

Song Haining was distracted, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Keith was dead, and the effect was fatal.

Their main task is to help Keith and Shelley pass the message.

If tomorrow, the Duke sent someone to deliver the letter to the bridge, what would they take?

Is it perfunctory to say that the signature is today's letter?

Nan Zhou didn't care about Song Haining's anxiety.

There was no letter from the Duke on the fourth day, which meant that the content of the letter did not need to be revised.

It is not difficult to change the date and sign the payment.

To be on the safe side, they can even send goods instead of letters.

Anyway, there is no rule that the two must have a letter every day, and the cold and heat are constant.

They could even lie about Keith breaking his arm and ask them to pass on a message.

Compared to the embarrassment he will face tomorrow, Nan Zhou is more concerned about the strange scene in front of him.

Pastor Keith's hands were tied to the bed rails by Nan Zhou himself. There was a glyph wound on his chest, and the flesh and blood rolled ferociously, but because the blood was blocked, not much flowed out.

The cross embedded in his heart was short and blunt, not a very good weapon.

During the short confrontation with Keith, Nanzhou judged that his body looked thin, but the strength hidden inside was really not small.

...But for Nanzhou, it is only within the normal range of human beings.

With both hands bound, even if Keith wanted to commit suicide, a cross hanging around his neck was by no means the best weapon.

In addition, in consideration of respecting his beliefs, after successfully capturing him, Nan Zhou touched everything on his body, except for the cross.

...It happened to be the most unlikely weapon that took away his life.

The murderer didn't bring a knife, didn't use a gun, and used the crudest and easiest killing method to easily take the life of this core NPC.

Even if it was done by a summoned devil, this kind of killing method is really too sloppy.

Nan Zhou stared fixedly at the corpse on the bed with slightly closed eyes.

After a while, he got up and walked out.

Jiang Fang knew where he was going.

The sooner he finds Hua Sisi, the more chance he will survive.

It stands to reason that they shouldn't act separately at this time.

But in terms of Nanzhou's force value, this rule does not hold true.

He didn't have any other instructions to tell Nan Zhou, he just said softly: "... Be careful."

Nan Zhou: "I know."

Jiang Fang emphasized again: "I'm not just talking about encountering monsters. If you encounter Hua Sisi, you should also be careful."

Nan Zhou lowered his eyes: "...I know."

He understood what Jiang Fang was talking about.

It is meaningless to take Hua Sisi away quietly under their eyes and ears.

Just like killing Keith, killing him together without anyone noticing is obviously a simpler thing, isn't it?

Although the people inside and outside the room remained silent, everyone had a common understanding in their hearts.

Hua Sisi may have been taken away.

Even the one who killed Keith was him.

Regarding Jiang Fang's reminder, Nan Zhou nodded calmly: "Remember, I will try my best to save him."

After leaving these words, his figure flashed at the door and disappeared.

The second half of Jiang Fang's words came out softly after Nan Zhou left: "...I mean, you have to take care of yourself."

The words were out of his mouth, and he also felt that he was ridiculous.

Jiang Fang has always been cold and selfish.

Although these team members called him the boss, once something happened, Jiang Fang only cared about Nan Zhou's safety, and Nan Zhou cared more about their life and death than himself.

He shook his head and turned his gaze to the corpse on the bed again.

Reverend Keith's facial muscles were stiff and his teeth were clenched.

Jiang Fang opened his eyelids, and stared at the pair of dead eyes that had lost focus.

After a while, his face changed slightly.

From those eyes, he easily read the surprise mixed with pain.

It is normal to have surprise in the eyes when people are suddenly changed and die on the spot.

However, it is impossible for a person who died in such shock to close their eyes so firmly!

Jiang Fang bent down, searched carefully, and found several other evidences:

——On Pastor Keith's forehead and temples and the joints of his palms, there were a little bit of blood.

... It was as if a pair of hands stained with blood helped Keith close his eyes after he died in unspeakable pain.

Jiang Fang turned his attention to the fatal wound on his chest again.

Such an injury cannot achieve the effect of killing with one hit.

If Keith had been a little more determined, if Keith had thought, he could have left some valuable information about the murderer.

But he didn't.

This also means that the instigator has been by the bed, watching the struggle of Pastor Keith on the bed, and even... will gently hold his hands on the bed, preventing him from leaving any traces to remind them .

until he dies.

Until he dies with regret.

And the man covered his eyelids for him, took some time off, and turned to leave.

Jiang Fang searched the entire bed.

Sure enough, behind the head of the bed, he saw a little nail scratches.

——The dying Pastor Keith really wanted to leave something for them.

It's just that the specific content is no longer testable.

Jiang Fang stepped out of the room, and faced four faces that were either confused, terrified, or uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, he posed a chilling hypothesis to them:

"Since our opponent will destroy the evidence, that is to say, our understanding of the time point of the mission may have been biased—Keith may have completed the ritual of summoning the demon long ago and destroyed all the evidence."

"He, or the demons he summoned, are just waiting for us."

……

Nan Jixing in the room spread his paws apart, sleeping extremely soundly, unaware that the world outside had been turned upside down.

The laughing young man who teased the tip of his nose when we first met and asked "Why do you want to raise a little mouse", the young man who wholeheartedly wanted to end the game and return to the present world, for fear that his mother would lose him after losing his father, has already Disappeared without a trace.

The daylight of the fourth day was over, and they ushered in the sunrise of the fifth day.

It's just that the day was hidden under the misty curtain all over the sky, and it was also blurred, making it impossible to distinguish the difference between the sun and the moon.

Pastor Keith is dead, but they still have quests to do.

Jiang Fang recorded it stroke by stroke in the church log.

Today's weather: heavy fog.

Temperature at 8:24 am today: [-] degrees.

As the night passed, their search progressed remarkably slowly.

This is true both inside and outside the church.

They failed to search for more valuable clues in the church, and they failed to find the missing Hua Sisi.

Although the east bank is a cliff, it is still too strenuous for Nan Zhou to walk all over it with his legs.

After dawn, since they had turned the church upside down and there were no other traces to be found, Guan Junliang and Ban Hang simply went out to search together, while Liu Jiangfang and Song Haining stayed in the church to watch the house.

In the afternoon, Nanzhou went to the suspension bridge for the fifth appointment, empty-handed, according to the stipulated time.

This time, someone was waiting there in advance.

But the person waiting there was not Zhao Lirui, but a tall, deacon-like strange man.

He stood silently in the middle of the bridge, his lines were cold and hard, like an elegant and fit statue in a tuxedo.

After seeing the face of the visitor clearly, Nan Zhou stopped in his tracks.

Why not Zhao Lirui?

Nan Zhou noticed that he didn't hold anything in his hand.

...So, what you want to send is a message?

Souvenirs and gifts can be handed over to the couple.

Messages must be delivered by someone close and trustworthy.

However, this still couldn't dispel the doubts in Nan Zhou's heart.

The tuxedo took off his top hat, bowed deeply to himself, and made a full ten of his etiquette.

Nan Zhou went straight to the point: "Where are the people who usually communicate with us?"

The tuxedo put on a business-like attitude: "I'm sorry. The night before yesterday, Duke Shelley suddenly fell ill. The castle was too busy and there was no man available to deliver the letter. I wasted the time of Pastor Keith and you. I am very sorry. The Duke just woke up last night, and he doesn't have the energy to write a letter, so he asked me to deliver a message..."

Nan Zhou thought about last night again.

The only attic window in the whole church that could echo with the opposite bank, the figure who was looking at him from afar.

... Suspicious shadows.

Nan Zhou gave the excuse he had prepared long ago: "Mr. Keith didn't write a letter, he just asked how the Duke is doing."

"Mr. Duke also has something to convey to Mr. Keith." The man in the tuxedo replied as if he had been cast in copper and iron, "He said, he received your heart. 'That matter', he will go to made."

Nan Zhou asked, "What is it?"

"I don't know." The tuxedo was watertight, "but what Mr. Duke knows, Mr. Pastor must know."

That pastor Keith has been cold for almost 24 hours, and even if they wanted to ask, there was no way to ask.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhou stepped onto the suspension bridge.

Step by step, step by step.

Every time he took a step, Nan Zhou was thinking whether to kill this deacon here.

Kill him, and no one will be able to report back to the Duke.

In this case, the Duke should send someone to ask again.

The Duke has not many servants, and those who can be used to run errands should be newcomers.

Nanzhou urgently needs to confirm that his teammates on the other side are safe and sound.

He was even more worried that Hua Sisi had set foot on the west bank for some reason.

Or, you can try to drag this person from the west bank and outside the game system to the east bank forcibly, and test what punishment or restrictions will be imposed if you cross the bridge.

But many thoughts turned in his mind, and they just turned around.

Now the situation has not deteriorated to an uncontrollable situation, there are still two days before the seventh day, he can't kill him rashly, and startle the snake.

As for forcing him to go to the east bank...

First of all, this person is not a player and may not be bound by the rules.

Secondly, if there is only Nanzhou himself on the east bank, and there is such an extra experimental subject for no reason, he will definitely drag him there to try.

But not now.

There are his friends on the East Bank, as well as his team members.

He is not afraid of breaking the rules, but he is afraid of hurting others.

Therefore, when standing in front of the tuxedo, Nan Zhou's tone was as steady and indifferent as ever, as if the sinister plans brewing in his chest did not exist at all: "Is there anything else you want to say, Mr. Duke?"

The old god in the tuxedo is here: "No more."

Nan Zhou: "Where are the people who came with us?"

Shi Shiran in the tuxedo: "Who? Sorry, I'm only responsible to the Duke, not personnel management."

Nan Zhou: "What exactly does 'that matter' refer to? If you don't make it clear, I can't convey it."

The tuxedo still insisted: "Mr. Keith must know."

... The other party is obviously reckless.

However, before Nanzhou could ask, "Did you see anyone crossing the bridge from last night to now", there was only a scream that resounded through the valley.

Nan Zhou's face turned cold.

Hua Sisi's voice!

On the east coast, in the area that I haven't had time to search!

However, the tuxedo seemed to be used to such horrible screams, put his top hat on his chest, and bowed gently: "If there is nothing else, I'll go back first—"

His tie was grabbed by Nan Zhou.

The calm thinking and careful calculation just now have all turned into cold murderous intent.

Nan Zhou stabilized his tie with one hand and kicked his knee.

Before the tuxedo had time to react, he lost weight and was overturned beyond the railing of the suspension bridge.

Immediately, he was reddened by the tightened tie and his neck was thick. His elegant and calm leisure disappeared, his eyes were protruding and bloodshot.

He let out a "hehe" sound in his throat, and he raised his neck in vain to grab Nan Zhou's hands, and kicked his feet in the air, trying to find a point of strength.

Nan Zhou let him struggle enough, and lifted him up, so that his toes could barely step on the wooden boards on the outer edge of the suspension bridge.

"……Where are you going?"

Nan Zhou didn't realize how much his tone resembled Jiang Fang at this moment: "...I'll ask again from the beginning. Is there anything else you want to say, Mr. Duke?"