Paranoid Beauty reigns supreme at Infinite Game

From the quagmire of being alone, he fell into the hell where there is no way to survive or die.

Zong Xiao clutched the collar of Lu Bai's white coat, and there was an irrepressible murderous intent in the depths of his dark eyes.

"So you're talking a lot, meaning Chang'an can't be cured?"

The silver thread was as decisive as a knife blowing hair, leaving a very thin bloodstain on Lu Bai's neck.

"You have to pay for playing tricks on me."

Lu Bai waved his hand to signal Zong Xiao to calm down.

A slender lancet pressed against the silver wire and pushed it away, making a ding sound like cutting on a steel bar.

"I didn't say that."

Lu Bai took out a hemostatic patch to cover the wound, "The particularity of the game makes Zhu Changan not suitable for a universal treatment plan, the best way is to be like you—"

"Externalize emotions and vent them out. Without affecting the desire for resurrection, try to prevent negative emotions from controlling his reason as much as possible."

Zong Xiao's eyes lit up before he could speak, but Lu Bai interrupted him and waved his hand, "It's not like you are tyrannical, there are many ways to externalize it, it's not that you have to kill and fight."

His tone was helpless, and the brown eyes under the lens were full of speechlessness towards Zong Xiao.

"Can you have some healthy and positive thoughts in your mind?"

Zong Xiao ignored him, dragged his coat and walked to the priest's house, excited, "Then quickly deal with the task and go to help Chang'an."

The expensive doctor rolled his eyes, and had nothing to say to this wolfhound who only knew how to protect his master.

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Because of the villagers' refusal to cooperate, Zhu Chang'an "had no choice but to" choose a "relatively" violent way to interrogate.

"Village, the village chief's house is right there, at the corner of this street, there's a big totem pole on the door..."

At the end of a remote alley, in a dark corner, Zhu Changan stood in front of a villager curled up on the ground with his backlit.

There was a polite and gentle smile on his handsome face, "Thank you for your cooperation."

He retracted the dagger under the other's neck and turned to leave.

The village head in the corner breathed a sigh of relief, and before he stood up tremblingly, Zhu Changan suddenly turned his head, the dagger blade in his hand reflected a faint fluorescent light, which dazed the villagers' eyes.

"Sorry, I forgot one thing."

The ghostly voice rang in his ears, and the villagers trembled and wanted to cry without tears, watching Zhu Chang'an approaching him a little bit in horror.

"Don't kill me! Don't..."

As soon as the villager's head fell to the ground, his panicked shouts stopped abruptly before they could reach the alley.

Zhu Changan put on the hood for the fainted villagers, with a soft and sweet voice.

"Have a good dream."

The dull footsteps gradually became farther and farther away on the uneven brick floor, and the narrow alley returned to its original silence.

The sad cry attracted Zhu Changan who was passing by, he stopped and turned to look at a house beside him.

The door was open, and there was no one in the tidy living room, but through the glass door leading to the backyard, a group of people were weeping around a pothole. coffin board.

The family is going through a final farewell.

Zhu Chang'an just raised his eyebrows amusedly at the way these villagers put the tombstones facing the room.

A huge cross stood on both sides of the tombstone, dazzling in pure white.

He walked in the direction of the funeral.

The middle-aged woman covered her face and cried bitterly. The two young children stood beside her, still not understanding what happened, and looked at the man lying in the coffin ignorantly.

There were also two elderly people hugging each other and weeping silently, mourning their lost children.

"Mom, there are guests at home! Look, there they are."

The little girl took her mother's hand and pointed at Zhu Chang'an who was standing outside the glass door.

The woman wiped her tears, walked over and opened the door, looked at Zhu Chang'an suspiciously, "May I ask who you are?"

The villager's attitude was normal, he just showed doubts about Zhu Chang'an's strange face, without any rejection or hostility.I don't know if it's because Tao Xian's props failed or if he was not affected while attending the funeral.

"I'm a friend of Priest Archie. I passed by your house and heard crying, so I came here to see if something happened. Maybe I can help."

Hearing that it was Archie's friend, the woman softened and turned sideways to let into the yard.

"It turned out to be a friend of the priest. Then you must have met the priest? I want to ask the priest to perform a purification ceremony for my husband, but he has not gone out these days, and no one answered the door. I have no way to see him." to him."

With a sob in her voice, the woman held Zhu Chang'an's hand and asked, "Can I trouble you to find the priest to ask him to do the purification ceremony."

Zhu Chang'an noticed something weird when he heard the words.

These villagers have always lived in the village, and they must have experienced many sacrificial activities. If he can't see anyone during the sacrificial ceremony, the villagers should know.

But between the woman's words, there was a message: the priest will not be as quiet as this time.

"What is a purification ritual?"

Zhu Chang'an thought of the village head's attitude towards Archie, and felt a little bit of edge.

But let's focus on what's at hand.Purification ritual is another new word. When it comes to rituals, it is probably related to vampires.

The woman then wiped her tears and turned to let Zhu Changan into the courtyard.

Zhu Changan took a few steps forward, endured the soaring garlic smell, and saw the middle-aged man lying in the coffin.

His face was gray and blue, his hands were clenched and clenched to his sides, and the wizard robes he was wearing were neat but a bit old.

On the right side of the man's neck, there are two holes of the same size. The blood stains have been cleaned up and the wounds look relatively shallow.

The woman asked the child and the old man to go back to the room first, brought Zhu Changan a cup of tea and sighed, tears rolling in her eyes.

"My husband was attacked by a vampire yesterday and unfortunately passed away. There are regulations in the village that those who are attacked by a vampire must undergo a purification ceremony by the priest to dispel the evil left by the vampire before they can be cremated. So we can't even do the encoffining. Wipe the wound with garlic water and then..."

"Vampire? It hasn't been born yet, how can it hurt people?"

The woman cried and shook her head, "There have been precedents. Sometimes vampires would break through the seal and attack the villagers in advance. It's just that it hasn't happened for a long time. If it wasn't for the village chief, I couldn't believe that this nightmare was real. Woooo..."

Once again getting involved with the village head, Zhu Changan looked at the man in the coffin, thoughtfully, "It was the village head who said that your husband was attacked by a vampire? Priests are the ones who know vampires best, shouldn't it be the priest who informed me?" ?”

"The village chief told me that the priest is trying to find a way to seal the vampires born in advance. The relationship between the village chief and the priest is good. Every time the priest detects a vampire, he is the first to tell the village chief, and then the village chief announces it. For everyone, so it is normal for the village head to convey the will for the priest."

Zhu Changan caught the key point, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then the vampire was born early this time, didn't the village chief inform you?"

The woman was taken aback by his question, but thinking about it carefully, she seemed to have not received any news, and slowly shook her head, "Maybe, the village chief forgot..."

She didn't even believe this reason.

The blood hole on the side of the man's neck became suspicious in Zhu Chang'an's eyes.

He looked at the man's body carefully, and his eyes froze when he saw the man's fingers.

"Didn't you touch the body other than wiping the wound between your husband's death and his coffin?"

The woman didn't know why he asked that question, but she nodded honestly, and then watched Zhu Chang'an go to the grave and squatted down with a face full of astonishment, reaching out to touch the corpse.

"No, don't touch it! You'll be cursed by a vampire!"

She hastily stepped forward to stop it, but she was not as quick as Zhu Changan. In the blink of an eye, her long, pale fingers pinched the corpse's right hand and lifted it up.

"Oh my God! How could you..."

Zhu Changan opened the corpse's clenched right hand, and found a button in his palm, which looked quite familiar.

Red blood and a little thread-like flesh tissue were deposited in the not-too-long nails of the index finger and middle finger.

The corner of his mouth curled up, "Your husband is extremely brave, and he even struggled before he died."

"What? You mean my husband? Fighting vampires?"

The woman was holding a bowl of garlic water and was going to throw it at Zhu Chang'an to drive away evil spirits, but she knocked the bowl to the ground with a shaking hand.

"How is it possible? He is just an ordinary person, how could he beat a vampire..."

Zhu Changan chuckled, "I didn't say I was fighting a vampire."

He showed the button in front of the woman, and said meaningfully: "You should have seen this button, right?"

The props that appear as the clues of the dungeon will definitely not be popular, something that every family has, otherwise it will lose the meaning of existence.

Sure enough, the woman frowned and observed for a long time, then stared at the button and said, "Here, isn't this the button on the village chief's robe?"

She hasn't thought of the mystery yet, and she is puzzled, "How could it appear in my husband's hands?"

Zhu Chang'an didn't answer directly, but bent down and lifted off the corpse's wizard robe under the woman's horrified gaze.

"Oh no! What are you doing! Even if my husband is cursed by a vampire, you shouldn't treat him like this!"

The woman held Zhu Chang'an's arm, but froze when she saw the corpse.

"No vampire cursed your husband, madam. Your husband died at the hands of men."

In the coffin, the man's wizard robe was lifted, revealing the crimes covered under the robe.

A half-finger-wide ferocious knife edge was slanted across the man's abdomen, his skin ripped open and frightening.

This cut was extremely deep, and the layers of skin and flesh were pale and pale after being washed by water.

"Jason!"

The woman stared blankly at the knife edge that killed her lover, tears welled up in her eyes, and wailed loudly while hugging the man's body.

Zhu Changan stood aside, quietly watching the woman vent her inner pain.

For a moment he almost hallucinated his own voice.

I heard myself screaming hoarsely and crying for my parents, in front of their dead bodies.

When his tears dried up, the world collapsed before his eyes.

From the quagmire of being alone, he fell into the hell where there is no way to survive or die.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Zhu Chang'an dryly comforted him, but he didn't know whether he was speaking to the woman or to himself.

"Where was your husband's body found? The village chief's house?"

After the woman's crying gradually faded away, Zhu Chang'an asked.

"No, it was in the forest. That day he said that he would go to the forest to pick some venison and give it to the priest, thanking him for curing my cough. Who knew that once he went there, he never came back..."

The woman's voice was hoarse, and after a while she raised her head abruptly, a hint of confusion appeared on her tired and haggard face.

"Why do you say it's the village chief's house... buttons, buttons! Jason was pulled from the village chief's robe! The village chief killed him! It's the village chief!"

The woman was a little hysterical, Zhu Changan covered her mouth with his hand, motioning her to keep silent.

"That's clever, ma'am."

"You must really want to avenge your husband. It doesn't matter, leave it to me."

"A beautiful lady must not have blood on her hands."

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