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Mo Qiaoli.

The Chinese translation name with classical color should be "Marjorie" in the original text.

Not surprisingly, it's a female name.

In the memory of "Qi Xuelu", the "Mo Qiaoli" on the fourth floor is a thin woman with thin and lonely feet, like "compasses".The weapon was a pitch-black fan half the height of a person. When attacking the fourth floor, no fewer than five people died.

At the same time, in the Hanging Underground City, the skyscrapers that were rated SSS back then were a well-known plot.

From the elevator in the lobby on the first floor, there are [-] floors in total, and each floor has "residents" guarding the gate. You must complete the requirements of the residents or solve the floor puzzle before you can go upstairs.

However, Qi Xuelu and his teammates have been breaking through to the No.11 floor, and they haven't figured out the main line of the plot yet.

When Huo Lvxing entered the book for the second time after turning the time, Qi Xuelu and his team broke through to the No.13 floor, which was already difficult.Like the first BUG finder, he used displacement props to enter the No.20 floor.

At that time... what happened on the fourth floor?

It's a pity that the memory is too far away, there is no unique point, Xuelu can't remember anything.

After the darkness, enter the NPC preparation time.

Into the eyes, a mess.

This is a typical bedroom where a lady lives alone. Cosmetics, delicate and useless little things, and beautiful clothes are randomly placed on the table, cabinet, and sofa.On the bay window are soft plush cushions and dolls, as well as girly star hanging lights.

However, "clutter" does not refer to the random clothes, but the mess in the center of the bedroom.

Like a violent incident, glass vases, water glasses, calendars... shattered to the ground, fake flowers and crystal beads mixed in a large scarlet bloodstain.

Drenched in blood, he turned all the way to the closet.

On the wall, a series of bloody handprints had turned black, big and small, high and low, as if they came from more than one person.

Mass murder?Group crime?

Xuelu roughly took the strange place into his eyes, and walked out of the bedroom.

The situation outside the bedroom was even worse. Chairs and drinking fountains fell to the ground in a mess. The mineral water bucket was cracked and water was all over the floor.

Cockroaches and insects and ants crawled through the water, and the perception was extremely uncomfortable.

Generally, there are two bedrooms and one living room, but the area is not small. The bedroom is at least 120 square meters, and it is about [-] square meters.The layout is simple and unobstructed. In addition to the living room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom, there is also a balcony at the end of the living room.

The balcony door was open, and the wind blew the bead curtain and the water bell, making a pleasant sound.

Xuelu bypassed the chaos and walked towards the balcony.

Outside, under the dark sky, the night scene is quiet, with the sound of cicadas, it is the end of summer approaching autumn.

Outside the building is a narrow one-way street, empty of people and cars, only the vending machines squatting quietly in the corner, flashing colorful lights.

At the entrance on the west side of the building, there is a dense group of people standing, which should be the 50 players of this instance.

There are police uniforms, military uniforms, suits, casual wear, even pajamas, robes...

Xuelu remembered that at that time, they were "spirit lovers" from a nearby high school. Because a mass suicide occurred in the building half a year ago, they broke through the isolation zone in the middle of the night and entered the group building to die.

But this time, the identity of the player's dungeon has obviously changed, probably because the player's difficulty has been greatly reduced and the NPC's difficulty has been increased.

Xuelu narrowed his eyes and caught a point.

Those in police uniforms, military uniforms, and a few casual clothes, all with holsters around their waists.The Taoist priests also came with bulging cloth bags on their backs, as if they were prepared.

With 5 minutes left for the NPC to prepare, Xuelu quickly left, closed the balcony, closed the curtains, and went to set up the venue.

Going out, there is a bright corridor with low-key and luxurious decoration, with safety slogans and imitation oil paintings hanging on both sides, it seems to be a mid-to-high-end real estate.

The opposite is "405", and the home is "410". There are stairs on the left and right sides, and the distance is equally close.

Before entering the dungeon, he tapped his props:

The A-level "Portrait of the Lonely Man" is a pendant that can attract everyone's attention and is used to attract monsters; the A-level carrying bag can bring in real things, just the size of a schoolbag. Xuelu brought a pistol, five A magazine, and a nail gun; S-level Yukino Haori, a permanent invisibility cloak, the disadvantage is that it is easy to break; S-level must-death props, The Mouth of the Underworld, can be used 1 times.Finally, the old friend mourns and exhales, the violator dies, the number of uses is 3.

Unfortunately, there are no props for blocking the door.

He put a pistol on his waist, turned and went home, found two rolls of waterproof tape and a box of thumbtacks, picked up the coffee table, and rushed towards the east staircase.

The coffee table is wide and made of bulletproof glass, which can block the stairs below the knees.

Xuelu taped it tightly, temporarily blocking the east staircase.He spread the glue on the ground again, and spread the thumbtacks evenly all over the ground.

"551, keep an eye on the stairs on the east side," Xuelu said, "If you see other NPCs, please let me know."

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Xuelu smiled, and rushed back to the room, looking for other props that blocked the way. At this time, the NPC preparation time was over.

The earthquake came.

He happened to be turning over the bedside table, turned over and shrank under the bed, waiting for the shock to end.

The sound of glass cracking, the squeaking sound of the wall being squeezed and overwhelmed, and the roaring one after another...

After nearly 1 minute, the sound of being frightened by a considerable earthquake gradually left.

The bedroom lights flickered on and off, as if they were fighting against fate, so they turned on.

Damaged circuit?

Not knowing when the power would actually go out, Xuelu hurriedly charged the bedside lamp, flashlight, and mobile phone.

He found the anti-wolf sprayer in the bedside table, and found the gun in the commuter bag under his clothes.

In the kitchen, there was a knife rack that was as clean as if it had never been used, and there were eight ceramic knives neatly stacked.It's a pity that the ceramic knife is too brittle, and Xuelu was really worried that if he smashed it with one hand, he would hurt himself instead.

After weighing the pros and cons, he only took the smallest fruit knife, put it on the knife case, and pinned it to the sleeve with his backhand.

"...Yes, the fire axe, I almost forgot."

I didn't see the stairs on the east side, it should be on the west side, Xuelu walked out quickly, and bumped into a man head-on.

The black quick-drying clothes are attached to the muscular but not exaggerated muscles, and a face full of mixed blood.

He looked extremely innocent, his gray eyes were sunny and friendly: "Hey, are you also an NPC on the fourth floor? Hello, my name is Holden Kong, uh, in the dungeon it's called Howard the Eagle Dog. You can call me whatever you want .”

Xuelu has a good impression of people he knows: "Swan Mo Qiaoli, you can call me Xuelu."

After finishing speaking, Horton looked at him with a smile and didn't speak again.

Xuelu paused: "Horton?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think you're fascinated." Holden laughed, apologetically, "You're so pretty, like an angel."

Xuelu hooked the corners of her mouth in embarrassment: "Maybe it's because I have [Gabriel]'s godhead."

He sidestepped the subject: "How's your room? I mean, is there anything you can use for defense?"

Holden put away his ramblings, and quickly said: "I should be a fitness fanatic. I have a lot of fitness equipment at home. Treadmills, barbells, sandbags, etc... I also found a machete and a machete, and I have already equipped them."

With that said, he turned around and showed his coldness.

"I came out to you to ask for help. The fitness equipment is very heavy, and I am struggling alone. Let's get them to block the stairway together."

Before leaving, Xuelu put her ears on the floor and listened quietly for a while.

The memory of the old dungeon was too far away, he could only remember that it was very sad after the eighth floor.The "physical meaning" before the eighth floor is difficult, but it is relatively simple and rude, such as beating the residents or successfully solving puzzles.

The first floor... yes, the first floor is a maze, and the second to third floors are escape rooms with many traps, and you can't get out within five hours.

"We have plenty of time to make arrangements," Xuelu said, "think about countermeasures first."

Horton raised his hand and knocked on the closed door: "There are 30 NPCs in total, and there are two of us on this floor. In other words, this building has fifteen floors?"

Huo Lvxing said that the No.20 floor was blocked, but the SSS-level copy was downgraded to S-level. In addition to player enhancement, other floors may also be cut.

Xuelu nodded vaguely: "We are considered to be the first third of the floors. However, the information said that we can swim away after this floor is breached. Maybe there is only one person on each floor in the back floors, or there is no one, otherwise the rearrangement would be too difficult." big."

"But what is certain is that there is a high probability that there are no other NPCs on this floor."

He tried to contact Huo Lvxing, Zuo Tianmao and the others.

Zuo Tianmao said that he was on the ninth floor, only himself, but the ninth floor was very strange, it was a mirrored space, easy to defend but difficult to attack.Huo Lvxing is the wandering boss of the whole building, saying that Xuelu needs to be able to stay on the fourth floor, but Xuelu refused.

Xie Huating couldn't get in touch, Xuelu guessed that it might be on the ground floor, the first floor or the second floor, and either the enemy has already started to fight, or the arrangement is in full swing.

"Let's search the other rooms on this floor first," Xuelu said decisively, "Look for clues and props. Just rely on the strength of the two of us, this floor is too simple, I think there will be hidden 'organs'."

The two split up, Xuelu searched for odd-numbered rooms, and Horton looked for even-numbered rooms.

Half an hour later, the two gathered at gate 405.

Holden looked full of doubts: "Strange..."

He said that in even-numbered rooms, 402 to 406 locked their doors, while 408 and 410 were neatly tidied and cleaned.

"There is not a single dust on the ground, and the floor is scrubbed until it reflects light." He said, "If it weren't for the large number of personal items, I would have thought it was a model house that no one lives in."

"Cleanliness?"

Besides, there is no "murder weapon" in these clean rooms.

"Not to mention guns and daggers, there are no kitchen knives," Horton shook his head. "It's unbelievable. A pacifist's cleanliness usually doesn't even cook?"

Combined with the bloody handprints of different sizes in Xuelu's room, Xuelu seemed to understand something.

"They are not obsessed with cleanliness, but are destroying evidence," Xuelu said. "It's a typical 'Orient Express' murder case. Unfortunately, apart from the modus operandi, the handling of evidence is very poor."

Holden suddenly realized.

"We can make an article on this! Don't need roadblocks. Fortunately, there are not many layouts..." Holden said excitedly, "How many must-death items do you have?"

After thinking for a while, Xuelu understood what he meant.He evoked a sly smile: "It's enough to kill four people."

They have to pretend to be "crack-solving floors", that is, without using force, without barricades, pretending to be victims of the case (in fact they are), and asking players to find the real culprit.

"You play the dead," Horton said. "Later, you make your image more scary. You are too beautiful now. The pretty ones in horror movies must not be ghosts, but the first vase for death."

"Then, I'm your boyfriend...Uh, sorry, you're probably not single. Then I'm your brother. I'm deeply saddened to find out about your death, and I want the police to give me an explanation."

"I still have certain death props here that can kill three people. At that time, if someone tries to break through by force, we will kill him." Horton made a smirk wiping his neck, "Kill chickens and monkeys, everyone will believe us There are rules of killing, and I will obediently look for clues."

"However, they couldn't find any clues at all," Xuelu said in admiration, "because even we don't know where the clues are, and we don't know the truth."

On the floor, maybe a mass murder really happened, and Swan Mo Qiaoli may or may not be the victim.

But these are not important, they will arrange the scene like this.

"In addition, the weapons we found are also equipped. If they see through our plan, they will attack directly," Xuelu said, "It happens that my dungeon ability is water shuttle, let's get some water out here and there."

Horton's dungeon ability is to walk without gravity, and can hide people in the air.

The two hit it off immediately, and Horton volunteered to remove the roadblocks on the stairs on the west side, while keeping them on the east side to prevent uncontrollable players from attacking back and forth.

Xuelu went to "dress up" herself.

I found foundation and eye shadow in Mo Qiaoli's cosmetics, found red paint in the living room, and found a bottle of ketchup in the refrigerator.

Facing the mirror, Xuelu couldn't help but smiled at her pretty face for a long time, said "I'm sorry", and started messing around.

First, I used super white concealer to cover my face, whitened my lips, and then used dark eye shadow to create large "corpse spots" on my bare neck and the like.

As for the wound... Xue Lu thought about the amount of bleeding in the center of the bedroom, not the aorta, otherwise it would be even worse.

So he chose the back of the head.

He turned the red paint into a bloody red, and stirred it into the mud in the flowerpot on the balcony, which looked like dried blood.

He closed his eyes and sprinkled a bunch of it on the back of his head.Another nostalgia for the beautiful silver hair, messing it up.Finally, I splashed some paint on the pajamas.

"Ghosts should have no smell," Xuelu thought, "It's better not to smell like corpses, I can't bear it myself."

After finishing all this, Xuelu went back to the bedroom, picked up a few pieces of glass shards, and stuck them to the "wound" on the back of his head.In order to pay attention to the truth, he scratched the blood on the ground and wiped it on his face, arms, and hands.

Horton came to him after dealing with the roadblocks on the west stairs, splashing around with a large bucket of water in his hand.

Seeing Xuelu's current appearance, he was shocked: "My God, if I didn't know it was you, I would have hit him."

"looks like?"

Holden raised his thumbs up: "Bull."

Then there are the clues.

"It can't be too clear, and it can't be too vague. It should be less, but it can't be hard to find."

"Forgot to ask, what's in the room with odd number?"

Xuelu thought for a while: "401, 403, and 409 are locked. 407 is the same as what you said, very clean."

"So, the murderer is likely to be in 407, 408, and 410 in the clean room?" Holden thought for a while, and picked up some pink objects that are obviously "girls like", "I'll go and hide in the hidden corners of these rooms. "

Xuelu forged the diary of "the beauty suspects that there is a stalker around her" in the house, tore it into pieces, and scattered the pieces in the trash can.

"It will take half an hour to fight this alone," Xuelu said, "you will find out after finishing the fight..."

551 answered: "Find the truth?"

Xuelu shook her fingers profoundly: "I found a piece of literature that doesn't make sense."

"Don't write one, make two. The degree of difficulty increases, and you can get double the surprise."

"...It's really bad, as expected of my system."

One person and one master smirked and continued to write nonsense literature, and Horton came back with something hidden.

"I heard footsteps." Horton's eyes sparkled because of excitement, "They just arrived on the third floor. Do you want to go to the stairs to watch the excitement?"