His words were powerful and impactful.
Ji Heng suddenly felt like the person standing before him wasn't a gamer, but a future gaokao essay writer. He could brazenly label the loyal tomb-keeper as the most shameless middleman in history. It was sheer deceit.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes passed, and the familiar prompt tone did not sound.
Looking at the whistleblower who was still waiting eagerly, Ji Heng sighed: "Family disgrace should not be made public. I can't reply to you immediately."
Su Er nodded, not forgetting to give the loyal tomb-keeper a final slap in the face: "Forming a clique for personal gain and abusing power. I believe the game will not tolerate a host who goes against the will of fairness."
After witnessing this serious complaint, Ji Heng smiled and said, "Do you remember where we were just now?"
Su Er said seriously, "The reason why Xiao Cui led Xia Zhi to kill her."
Under normal circumstances, even a ghost would have no reason to do this.
Ji Heng looked out the window and chuckled, "No one would do a business that would lose money, including Xiao Cui."
Suer noticed that Ji Heng was very abnormal today. The smile appeared on his face more often than usual, just like now, a faint smile reappeared in his eyes.
He suddenly remembered a detail. Before entering the illusion, when Ji Heng went to Wang Sansi to find out the situation, he asked Wang Sansi to repeat the content of the task.
Why bother?
The premise of the inquiry is based on the possibility of task inconsistency.
"Have you ever completed different copies of the mission?"
Ji Heng: "Twice."
Su Er suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes trembling slightly: "Xiao Cui...could she be a player?"
Ji Heng directly answered the question as if it were a firm fact: "The game prohibits players from killing each other. If Xia Zhi takes action, she will definitely be punished by the game."
Su Er tightened his grip on the onion slightly. "So, is Xu He a ghost, an ordinary NPC, or a player?"
Players who need to go to the free town all play different roles. So far, the only people they have not dealt with are the newlyweds in the prompt.
Ji Heng stared at what he was holding in his hand: "You'll know after trying it."
The onion was thrown into the air and then caught steadily. Su Er said: "It is better to do it now than to wait for a day."
He was more direct in his actions than in his personal life, and he actually chose to go directly to Xiao Cui's door. He knocked on the door several times before a faint voice came from inside: "Come in."
Sur stood still.
"The door is unlocked."
Su Er then reached out and pushed.
The room was very tidy. Xiao Cui was sitting on the bed with a pillow behind her waist.
"Is there something wrong?" Her voice was a little hoarse.
Su Er got straight to the point: "The dead man was crying blood and tears but smiling. I suspect he was killed by a supernatural force."
Xiao Cui lowered her head and trembled with her shoulders, not knowing whether she was laughing or afraid: "Supernatural power, you mean ghosts?"
"Rumors of ghosts killing people have been circulating in town for a long time. I'm worried about you."
I thought the other party was looking for trouble, but the topic changed so suddenly that I was caught off guard.
Xiao Cui looked up, this time her doubt was genuine: "Worried about... me?"
Su Er nodded heavily: "Women have a strong yin energy and are easily entangled by dirty things. Fortunately, I know a way to control ghosts."
After saying that, he took a big step forward and started tearing the onion right in front of her.
Xiao Cui was half-leaning on the bed, with the wall behind her and Su Er in front of her. In a sense, it was an inescapable space. At first, she thought he was going to take the opportunity to kill her, and instead of fear, she felt a hint of joy. However, it didn't take long for her to realize that Su Er was simply peeling the onion layer by layer.
Soon, tears welled up in Xiao Cui's eyes from the smoke. Of course, the culprit was not much better off.
"Stay away from me!"
"Heaven and earth, please bless you, the evil spirits please go away!" The manually crushed onions were thrown into the air and scattered everywhere.
Suer took advantage of the moment when Xiao Cui was distracted to wipe her tears.
As soon as the fingers covered with onion juice touched his eyes, tears welled up even more violently. Su Er quickly took out the bottle to catch the tears in one go.
Feeling the cold touch close to the corner of her eyes, Xiao Cui suddenly turned her face away and pushed him away: "What do you want to do?"
Su Er said calmly: "I just like the way you cry for me."
After saying that, he turned and ran away.
"…"
"I'm sorry." Ji Heng was left behind to clean up the mess: "He has some mental problems. He has an outburst every once in a while."
Xiao Cui's eyes were still stinging, and she accused him, "Then why didn't you stop me just now?"
"The doctor said that forcibly stopping someone can easily lead to violent tendencies." Ji Heng apologized again and carefully picked up the onions around him. "Good night, and I wish you a sweet dream."
Be considerate and close the door behind you when you leave.
"…"
Inside the house, Xiao Cui's eyes were completely red, and it was unclear whether it was because of tears or anger.
·
A gentle cool breeze.
Suer sat in the yard, staring at the bottle in his hand: "Next, let's see if the tears in here evaporate."
Ji Heng sat down next to him: "Aren't you afraid of alerting the enemy?"
Soul: "No matter how hard Xiao Cui tries, she will never know the true purpose of the bottle."
A prop is generally defined as a weapon used to attack.
"If she really is a player, she might even be angry and secretly happy at the same time, thinking that I'm going to kill people with the help of tears and bottles."
After the bottle was sealed, the evaporation rate was greatly slowed down. Even so, if you looked at it again after a few minutes, you could tell with the naked eye that half of the liquid inside was gone.
"It's not a ghost." Su Er was fooled for once, and it was a fresh experience: "The exquisite paper-cutting skills have really fooled me a few times."
The paper-cut under the moon creates a very good horror scene.
Ji Heng: "Every failure is a learning experience."
Su Er sighed: "It turns out that people should learn more specialties."
Although the college entrance examination has cancelled some policies for students with special talents, they are very useful in games.
One look at his expression revealed that he had learned some strange truths on his own. Ji Heng gave up on investigating and simply warned him: "Don't try the same old trick on Xu He easily."
Suer knew that in terms of scheming, Xu He was much more cunning than Xiao Cui.
"I will be cautious."
Ji Heng expressed his admiration. Even though he acted unconventionally, he was a rare smart man who at least could listen to advice.
He had just said a lot of nonsense to Xiao Cui, one of which was Su Er's true inner thoughts: the staff member of the Administration Bureau had most likely died at the hands of a ghost. According to Xu He's words when he knelt before the incense burner, he deliberately led people to steal the incense burner, and the incense burner would accept these thieves who had their eyes on it as sacrifices.
"The bodies were later deliberately moved to the kitchen. It seemed like a deliberate act, intended to put pressure on Xia Zhi." Su Er frowned. "It's just a little strange. If they were players, why would they kill everyone else?"
The copy will not directly give the task of killing each other, as can be seen from the previous copy, otherwise it would let the players choose a love killer, but it chose Qu Qingming who died in the previous round of the game.
Ji Heng tapped the table lightly: "We're getting off topic."
Soul looked at him.
Ji Heng: "There's no need to figure out the players' minds; the stamp genius is the key."
Finding out the cause of the stamp ghost's death is equivalent to solving half of the truth of the illusion.
Su Er pondered for a few seconds and said, "I have an idea."
This sentence has appeared quite frequently recently, so often that Ji Heng has almost gotten used to it.
Soul: "The previous notification tone was just a very short sentence, and there were no restrictions in the transaction at all."
After that, he cleared his throat and slowly spoke to the boundless night: "It was Xu He who killed the stamp ghost..." He paused deliberately, then continued: "It was Xiao Cui... It was Xu He and Xiao Cui... The stamp ghost committed suicide..."
After you say each option, pause for a few seconds.
Ji Heng rubbed his eyebrows, and this man successfully started to lie openly.
A cold mechanical prompt finally appeared after Soul had been talking nonsense for a minute:
[The 'Stamp Ghost's Deal' quest has been updated. Each player only has three chances to answer.]
Su Er was not disappointed at all. Instead, he said calmly: "Luckily, I eliminated four wrong options in advance."
"Not lucky..."
Soul: "Hmm?"
Ji Heng: "There aren't many players entering the illusion. Otherwise, you could sell the wrong options. While others can avoid taking detours, you can also make some money."
"…"
"We've been making a fuss for half the night," Ji Heng stood up and looked at the sky: "Go back and rest."
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you cannot rule out the possibility of sudden death in the dungeon due to overwork.
There was a beautiful figure outside the door, standing in the moonlight, hugging a pillow and looking around. When she saw Su Er and Ji Heng, she smiled awkwardly: "Can I sleep on the floor?"
Just an hour ago, Xia Zhi left the kitchen with a look of resolute anger, completely different from what he is now.
Xia Zhi had no choice but to tell the truth: "Actually, I originally wanted to kill Xiao Cui. That silhouette must be related to her."
Soul raised an eyebrow: "Why did you change your mind?"
"When I went to see her, her eyes were red." Xia Zhi: "Wang Sansi previously said that Xu He abused Xiao Cui. I was a little skeptical, but now it seems to be true."
"It's funny, I used to hate people who cry when they're wronged, but now I feel like I share their suffering."
Forced by the role setting, she had to play the wife who was abused at home and was beaten for several days. At that moment, when she saw Xiao Cui with red eyes, she suddenly couldn't bring herself to do it.
After listening to Xia Zhi's psychological journey, Su Er's expression was complicated: "It seems that you also have the potential to be a screenwriter."
His imagination was very strong, and the culprit that caused Xiao Cui to cry red eyes was obviously an onion.
Xia Zhi was puzzled when he heard this.
Sur pushed the door open on his own initiative.
Xia Zhi took a tentative step forward, and when he was sure that he was allowed to sleep on the floor, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The incense burner only eats people, which is too evil. For safety reasons, Suer originally planned to sleep on the floor at Ji Heng's place. One person in one room became three people in one room, which was inevitably a bit crowded.
Ji Heng let Suer sleep on the bed, Xiazhi sleep on the small sofa, and he slept on the floor.
Xia Zhi was still thinking about paper cutting and couldn't sleep at night. He turned over and suddenly found that Suer was also not asleep. He was sitting at the head of the bed and talking to himself in the dark air.
After staring for two seconds, Xia Zhi was so scared that he sat up suddenly, and the little sleepiness he had finally managed to maintain disappeared in an instant.
I walked over to Ji Heng and asked quietly, "What is he doing?"
He seemed to be possessed by a demon late at night. Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost?
Ji Heng was not surprised at all and said calmly, "Telling tales."
"ha?"
Sensing that he had no desire to explain further, Xia Zhi wisely curled back up on the sofa.
On the other side, Sur muttered in a voice so low it was barely audible: "The Stamp Ghost's transactions are updated promptly, which shows that the game's will is everywhere. I hope to receive timely feedback on the results of the report."
·
Corpses were everywhere.
Among the mutilated corpses were those of players and the game's native inhabitants. Among them was a woman of stunning beauty, killed by a sword pierced through the heart by a companion.
The man bent down, took a little of her blood, and rubbed it on the forehead of the little clay figure.
The so-called dot of cinnabar between the eyebrows is most beautiful when painted with blood.
The little clay figurine didn't care about the stench of blood and was quite happy. He wanted to draw a six-petal lotus.
Unfortunately, the Rose Gentleman ignored it and looked towards the green hills in the distance. The flowers beside his ears were even more colorful.
"A team wipe is always so wonderful, and this time it's a double blessing."
With that stamp in his pocket, Su Er must have entered the copy of the loyal tomb keeper.
Among the hosts, the Tombkeeper is well-known for his love of making deals, and he likes to treat players like dogs for a walk. No matter whether Sur dies in the end or the Tombkeeper is cheated, he will not lose anything.
Just as I was thinking about it, I received a game announcement:
[The loyal tomb-guarding servant has been suspended from duty immediately for abusing his authority and undermining the integrity of the transcript.]
Gentleman Rose curled up his lips, and his gentle laughter echoed in the valley.
However, the happiness lasted only three seconds, and the next private message followed:
[Please go to the Free Town dungeon immediately and take over the unfinished work of the suspended host.]