I received a bounce from a non-existent player

I watched them go away in shock, and murmured, "What's going on... is she crazy?"

"It's better than being crazy." Jiang Heng pulled away my hand covering my arm, frowned, "She's quite strong. Does it hurt?"

Pain is definitely painful, but at this time the focus is not on whether it hurts or not.I looked at him, and my voice trembled: "She just said that Mrs. Huan's body...the legs were cut off by someone. Was it cut off by others after death?"

"It's not like that. There are many neighbors in residential buildings like the conductor, and the location under the balcony of his house is not hidden. It would be too exaggerated to openly saw the legs of a corpse."

As soon as he said this, a scene of a person whose legs were cut off alive appeared in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel chills all over my body.But regardless of whether the leg was cut before or after death, the most critical question is, why is such an obvious human factor considered a suicide?

If her legs were cut off before she died, and then she died of falling from a building, Mrs. Huan obviously committed homicide rather than suicide.

In addition, Mrs. Huan's parents acted like they were crazy just now... I think this is weird and beyond my comprehension.

But obviously this is much easier for Jiang Heng to understand, because while I was still digesting it, he had already analyzed it: "Remember the conjecture I told you before? Maybe it was not a mistake, but the original intention of the person who enshrined her was to use sorghum rice as an offering to open the coffin."

I was dumb: "Don't make me guess, I just don't faint from the fright now..."

He smiled, and continued: "You also said that Mrs. Huan has just entered the coffin, and there is nothing to open the coffin, and three buckets of sorghum rice alone cannot meet the requirements for opening the coffin. So these three buckets of sorghum rice are Open a part of a certain coffin. Plus Mrs. Huan’s soul trapped here because of insufficient rice. They are all used to open a certain coffin. If Mrs. Huan committed homicide instead of suicide, this matter would be more obvious. The murderer It may be the person who put three buckets of sorghum rice, and then used a more extreme method to turn her into a part of the sacrificial offering."

I half understood what I heard, and finally looked around: "But... it seems that there are no other sacrificial objects nearby."

"Maybe other sacrifices are scattered in other places, and they don't have to be placed next to the tomb in accordance with the rules."

I accepted this setting in a daze: "But why do these things come to me through an in-game item book?"

"This... I don't know." He thought for a while, "There are eight books in this set, and there are exactly eight orders for opening the coffin. Maybe there is a wronged soul in each book, who was killed for some reason. Trapped in the game, and then used by a person, as a sacrifice to open a final coffin."

"That is to say... exchange eight living people for one dead person?"

He was noncommittal.

I slightly clenched the lever of the car in my hand: "Then if I make up for the remaining five buckets of rice..."

"The conditions are met, Mrs. Huan re-enters reincarnation, and the final coffin is sealed back one level. Of course, these are all my guesses." He shrugged. What happened."

After all, there is nothing that is in line with common sense so far.

We all poured the sorghum rice into the offering trays we brought, and five full trays happened to be placed in front of the tombstone.I rubbed my sore waist and looked at the fruits of my labor, and said, "It's been almost three years since she died, and the altar has been cleaned up long ago. I don't know if it's still useful to make up for it now."

Jiang Heng sighed and laughed: "You have to give it a try."

"If not, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly made a silent gesture to me, and then motioned me to look at the black and white photo of Mrs. Huan on the marble tablet.

I saw that the originally soothing smile was gradually distorted, the eyeballs were turned up, the eyelids were downturned, and the corners of the mouth that were originally raised were extended downward like running water.

"Ah... Ah Heng..." I stared at the accident in front of me in a daze, and unconsciously hooked his hand, which was held tightly by him.

"My...leg..." The shapeless mouth of the human face was twisted, and the voice was sharp and resentful.

"Dance...dance...my...leg..."

After two seconds of silence, the face suddenly turned backwards, showing an upside-down state.The downturned corners of the eyes and mouth turned upside down into an exaggerated upturned appearance. If you don't look carefully at the details that don't match at all, it looks like a ferocious smiling face.

The mouth moved, and what burst out of it was a series of sharp laughter.

I screamed in fright, and Jiang Heng grabbed my hand hard.I thought he was half a magic stick, so I quickly turned my head to look at him, but there was no Jiang Heng in front of me, only half of his face was sunken in, his facial features twisted into a ball, and a blue grimace with green water flowing in between, two A cloudy eyeball turned white is just a finger away from me.

"Where are my legs?" The thing clasped my hand firmly, and asked in a resentful voice, "Where are my legs!?"

I screamed and wanted to run away, but it grabbed me relentlessly, and then screamed, "Where are my legs!?"

"Don't come here--"

"Not too late. Not too late!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, and there was a shocked Jiang Heng in front of me.

"It's not too late...it's me."

"...Ah Heng..." I was stunned for a moment, looked down, and found that he was holding me in front of him with his arms around my waist.The most important thing is that one of my feet has already stepped on the hollow pattern between the iron fences of the cemetery, and the other leg is reaching for a higher pattern, looking like I am about to climb over the wall. "I……"

"...you scared me to death." After hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and withdrew the strength in his hands, but he still held me loosely, as if he still didn't feel relieved to let go of me.

"What am I... doing?" I asked in a daze.

"You yelled twice suddenly just now, and then ran to the edge of the fence. You couldn't hold you back, but luckily you caught up..."

In my impression, I didn't run away, I just stood there and was held by a ghost...

I looked back at the fence and found that there was a section of motor vehicle downhill below, and the height was still high.Obviously, if Jiang Heng didn't stop me, if I successfully climbed over this fence, I would either fall to my death or be hit to death.

I thought of the crumbling staircase, and realized that even if its death had nothing to do with me, it wanted to drag me into the abyss too.

Seeing me trembling, he reached out and hugged me, and said softly, "Don't look down, come down first."

I just started to get scared now, sobbing softly, I turned around and let him hug me back.He held me in his arms and comforted me repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here..."

It was the first time I felt so close to death since I was a child, and I couldn't help it when I cried: "What if..."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I'm watching..."