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Under the huge ornately decorated Christmas tree, there are piles of gift boxes.

Each gift box is a red box wrapped with a white ribbon, and a small card is tied on the ribbon. It can be seen from a distance that there is a short line written with a golden pen.

Red and white are the colors representing Christmas, but so many red and white gift boxes are quietly piled up in one place, which makes people feel strong anxiety.

Especially the bottom of the red box seems to be a little darker red than the upper layer, as if it was placed in the snow and was wet by the snow, and it seems... oozing blood.

"Are you going to open them?"

Luo Fei frowned and asked, unable to tell whether it was disgust or fear: "To be honest, I don't really want to open it..."

"Trust me, nobody wants to face what's inside."

The things missing in the morning are probably in the box, no matter the size, color or the direction of the game, even Qi Yu is not interested in opening the box to face the things that need to be mosaiced.

"Why don't we... hiss, woc—"

Luo Feifei was just about to open one to have a look, when he suddenly heard footsteps in the snow behind him, wondering why there were people walking in the town, he reflexively glanced at the road they walked, and what he saw made him Can't help but burst out a foul language.

The footsteps are not of one person, but of many, many.

For the first time, this empty town, like a deserted town, gathered a group of town residents like a rally.

However, apart from the sound of footsteps, everything else was still very quiet.

The sound of stepping on the snow was mixed together, and the town did not restore even a little vitality. Rather, it added a more colorful stroke to its dead silence.

Because they couldn't speak, every resident who walked slowly towards the entrance of the town on the snow had no head.

Their necks were empty, and some people's carotid arteries were still bleeding out. The blood seeped into the thick cotton clothes and flowed to the ground, leaving a series of bright red bloody footprints.

The pace of these "people" approaching the Christmas tree was very steady and normal, as if they hadn't noticed the fact that they had lost their heads.

They were walking to the Christmas tree in a normal way, apparently to pick up their own Christmas presents.

Qi Yu pulled Luo Feifei and Luo Fei to the side of the road one by one, making way for these ghosts or monsters.

The three of them stood silently at the entrance of the town. When the first "person" walked by, Luo Feifei's hands tightened suddenly, but the other person had no interest in them at all, and the arc of his toes did not deviate, heading straight for the Christmas tree. go.

"...Are we just standing like this?"

Luo Fei asked in a low voice, fearing that the loud voice would attract the other party's attention and attract zombies to beat him up or something.

"At least we can tell what's in the gift box without using our hands."

Qi Yu looked at it openly, and didn't deliberately suppress his voice. He could still laugh when facing a group of headless people passing by in front of him: "Don't worry about talking, after all, they don't even have ears."

The first headless man bent down, picked up a gift box from a pile of gift boxes with precision, as if the eyes could see, and then pulled the bow tied with ribbon.

He reached into the box, took out a head with closed eyes and "looked at it", then put it in his arms and walked back along the way.

More boxes were opened one by one by their owners.

It was okay at first, but soon as more and more boxes were opened, an indescribable stench floated in the cold air.

Luo Feifei once again realized how wise it is not to eat in this level of the game.

All the "people" found their own gifts, and the "crowd" gradually dispersed, leaving only three boxes in the pitted snow under the Christmas tree.

Among all the headless people who came here just now, they didn't see Zhao Mingming's figure, nor their cat.

The three of them stepped forward, squatted down in front of the remaining three boxes, and read the words on the card clearly:

【Mayor】、【MingmingZhao】、【Cat】.

"Heh, there are even cats." Qi Yu pinched the card on the smallest box and chuckled, "Our Santa Claus is really caring."

"Mayor..." Luo Feifei looked at the unfamiliar word, "Who is this?"

"It's the mayor." Luo Fei glanced and gave a positive answer, "Mayor's Chinese translation is the mayor."

The poor mayor, because of the laziness of the production team, doesn't deserve to have a name.

"Mayor..." The bearded alcoholic appeared in Luo Feifei's head, "Speaking of which, why didn't he..."

"Isn't this coming?" Qi Yu glanced at the location of the mayor's house, and there was a figure walking unsteadily at the intersection not far away.

"I guess he was late because he was drunk."

Qi Yu picked up the box with [Mayor] written on the ground, feeling the heavy weight inside, and walked towards the mayor who was walking towards this side.

Even though he lost his head, the mayor still maintained the last stubbornness of a drunkard, holding a bottle of wine that was only half left in his hand, raising his hand from time to time to take a sip for himself.

Although he didn't seem to realize that there was no mouth to drink, the precious wine was spilled directly on the broken neck, rolling down together with the blood, and the alcohol mixed with the blood, giving off a magical smell.

Attracted by his own head, the mayor wobbled to Qi Yu and stood still.

He stretched out the hand that was not holding the wine bottle, groped a few times before grasping the end of the ribbon, opened the box somewhat rudely, and pulled out his own head from inside.

If you read correctly, he pulled his head out by holding his own beard.

Unlike other residents, the mayor did not turn away after taking out his head, but lifted it up high, slightly facing the downward direction, and placed it on the fracture of his neck impartially.

In the unspeakable eyes of the three, this extremely unscientific scene in a game that has never been related to science just happened.

After the mayor put his head on his body, he opened his eyes unhurriedly, sighed, and took a sip of wine without saying anything.

"Morning, young people."

He pulled out a strange smile showing his blood-stained teeth, opened his mouth, and blood dripped down the corner of his mouth.

"Morning, Mayor."

Qi Yu casually threw the box on the ground beside him, and responded with a smile.

The mayor rubbed his neck as if he was just sleeping with a stiff neck, and bared his teeth: "Ah...it hurts."

"Young man, it seems that your preparations for Christmas were not successful." He raised his sleeve to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth. There was still a bloodstain on his neck from a knife cut, and his laughter was mixed with the sound of foaming blood .

"It seems so." Qi Yu sighed, "But we don't know what we did wrong."

The mayor raised a finger mysteriously and shook it: "Oh, in front of Santa Claus, you can do wrong everywhere, and you can be right everywhere. You will never guess him."

"Santa is angry this time, it's horrible, I bet he's never been this angry before."

The mayor sighed, and finally emptied his last drop of wine. He smacked his lips: "No, I have to go back and get another bottle of wine... By the way, Santa Claus asked me to tell you, 'Christmas, every family has There should be a Christmas tree, and a Christmas tree with red and white decorations'."

After he finished speaking, he waved to the three of them drunkenly, and walked back quickly in the direction of his home.

After taking two steps, he suddenly tripped over something, his heavy body staggered awkwardly in the snow, lowered his head and smiled and cursed: "Hey, you little headless thing, look at your appearance, Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

A few people looked down into the snow and saw a crooked white cat walking towards this side, the part of the neck where the head should have been connected was bloody and bloody.

The kitten walked up to the smallest box and scratched it hard with its paws.

At this time, the mayor who walked ten meters away turned his head and shouted loudly: "Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, young people, work hard!"

After speaking, he hummed an off-key Christmas carol and never looked back.

WTF? ? ?

The three looked at each other, and saw the emotions that the above three English letters could represent in each other's eyes.

"This town..." Luo Fei looked at the cat struggling to grab the box on the ground, couldn't bear it, and asked while squatting down to help it open the box, "How many Christmases are there in a year?"

This kind of Christmas comes a few more times, isn't it too much?

The mouth of the box was opened, and the cat jumped onto the box and stuck its headless front half inside.

When he came out again, his head had been completely attached to his body, except for the blood stains on the neck that had dyed the snow-white hair black and red, nothing seemed abnormal.

"Meow~~~"

It looked up at Luo Fei, opened its small mouth and let out a cute cry.

But no, even so, something was wrong.

Even if it looks the same as before, the smell of death cannot deceive people.

Not just the cat in front of them.

It's definitely not that they are careless, the whole town faintly exudes an aura that does not belong to the living.

"Christmas Town..."

Luo Feifei looked down at the cat, and sighed: "This town, don't tell me it's named because it keeps repeating Christmas..."

[Mission 1 fails, all players will deduct X44 resurrection cards, player number 4 will have X[-] resurrection cards left. 】

[Start task [-]: Accept the entrustment of the mayor and decorate the Christmas town in Christmas before Santa arrives. 】

Sure enough, the mission failed, and the three of them could not avoid it, and all of them were deducted the resurrection card.

The reason why Zhao Mingming ended up with the only decapitated body was probably because he had only one life left.

The content of task two is exactly the same as task one, not a single word has changed.

Luo Feifei nervously looked up at the Christmas tree and the surrounding streets—fortunately, the decorations a few days ago had not been cleared. If he really started from scratch, he was afraid that he would burn the Christmas tree down and use the most prosperous decoration in history. Come to a fiery Christmas party at the Christmas tree.

They picked up the last box under the tree, without opening it, they knew it would be Zhao Mingming's poor head.

Back in his own room, the cat had squatted in front of the fireplace at some point, and was roasted by the fire, causing an uncomfortable smell to overflow in the room.

Zhao Mingming's headless body was still lying straight on the bed. Qi Yu and Luo Feifei carried him downstairs and buried him with his head in the snow at the back of the house.

After all, no one wanted to know what his body would look like after two days in a warm room.

After finishing all this, they went to the house next door and knocked on the closed door.