"You also think that eye-catching is a big pitfall, right?" Du Moyu subconsciously thought.

Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It has nothing to do with dotting the eyes. Didn't you pay attention to what the clock watcher just said? He only mentioned the red paint used to paint the nails of the female paper figurines. Did he also mention what to use to paint the eyes of the male paper figurines?"

Du Moyu's memory was pretty good. After recalling it, he admitted: "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."

In this kind of mission, NPCs will not make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that they cannot give the paper man a dotted eye.

"So...so we can only choose to...paint the nails of the paper girl." Because of his profession, Du Moyu's mental ability is as good as Fatty's. In the dark room, he imagined that he was squatting down.

The scene of carefully painting the bright red nails of the female paper figurine.

There were all kinds of paper figures around him, and then he looked up inadvertently. The female paper figure was tilting her neck and looking at him affectionately... Oh, this picture is really exciting!

Du Moyu has never painted nail polish on his girlfriend.

Du Moyu seemed to have thought of something, and said quickly: "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that the feet of the paper man were dirty, with grass and mud stuck to them.

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I also noticed that these paper figures should be the ones who went to the mourning hall last night to carry the coffin and left footprints.

"So if we accidentally pick out these paper figures this time, we will be dead." Du Moyu's face was a little solemn. After a moment, Du Moyu quickly said: "I have a suggestion, we will pick them up."

Those paper figures are ready, we can see the feet of these paper figures, choose the ones with clean feet, the female paper figures with clean feet!"

Du Moyu's suggestion was generally correct, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think things are that simple. There might be something sneaky mixed in with those paper girls with clean feet.

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"Let's take it one step at a time." Du Moyu encouraged himself, "Anyway, the two of us are not the first to go." Hearing this, Jiang Cheng looked at Du Moyu, "How do you know?"

"Didn't you see the red line on the lottery?" Du Moyu was a little surprised, "There are scales on the red line, and everyone's is different. I think the one with the highest scale goes first."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took out the lot he drew during the day and took a closer look. He found that there was indeed a row of inconspicuous scale lines on the side of the lot.

And its scale corresponds to the 3 position.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Oops, he was negligent.

He was still thinking about the order in which each of them went at the beginning of the third watch, and why the watcher didn't reveal it.

"Not bad." Jiang Cheng's face remained calm, and he looked at Du Moyu with a mysterious look of relief, "My observation skills are quite passable, and your novel should be just passable. When you go out, I will give you a rocket."

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Du Moyu scratched his head in embarrassment and reminded in a low voice: "We are not called Rockets, we are called Alliance Leaders."

"They're all the same." Jiang Cheng ignored the topic and asked, "Which number are you going to go to?"

Du Moyu took out his lottery ticket and showed it to Jiang Cheng: "I am fifth and last."

"The last one feels more dangerous, so be more careful." Jiang Cheng thought of what happened to Pang Xiaofeng last night. If Yu Chengmu hadn't interfered, the last person who died would have been A Biao.

"Thank you for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I am confident that I will survive."

"By the way, I also saw their order. Zhang Junyu was the first, and A Biao was the second. As for Zhou Qing, he was too far away from me, so I didn't see him." Du Moyu was a little regretful.

Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu on the shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is the fourth."

"Did you see it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.

Jiang Cheng thought for a moment and thought it would be better not to hit him. He was not stupid, but his mind was too simple and confused. "So be it." Jiang Cheng responded.

The two discussed tonight's paper figurine task for a while, and they focused on two core issues. The first was the missing woman Jiang Cheng was obsessed with, who was shopkeeper Zhou's wife.

According to the village chief, they searched the entire village but could not find the woman, not even in the river. The village chief and the man leading the way were intentionally or unintentionally trying to penetrate the fact that the woman was at home.

After contacting that their target tonight was a female paper figurine, the ominous premonition in Jiang Cheng's heart became more prominent.

The second is the words of caution that came after the watchman left.

During their entire conversation, the watchman did not mention anything related to fire. Before leaving, he suddenly said this, which made people confused.

Could it be that tonight they will encounter something or a situation related to Huo Zhu?

As the night progressed, Zhang Junyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he asked him to rest while he kept watch.

Jiang Cheng declined his kindness. Zhang Junyu was not a fat man, so he couldn't trust him.

Time passed by, and Zhang Jun was bored and walked around the room, moving some things from time to time.

Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing. Zhang Junyu rubbed his nose a little embarrassed and replied that he was accumulating materials. Many of the inspirations for his supernatural novels came from missions. This is also the reason why many readers continue to read them because it is enough.

reality.

As he was talking, the sound of banging a wooden clapper sounded, as if coming from a very far away place. The sound was not only unclear, but also had a dying smell.

It also adds a dangerous undertone to tonight's mission map.

Jiang Cheng looked at the door and whispered: "Du Moyu is about to start."

"Open the door to hell, there will be death or life!" Zhang Junyu cursed viciously, he still remembered what happened to Pang Xiaofeng.

On the other side, Du Moyu, who heard the sound of banging, took a deep breath, opened the door, glanced at the house where Jiang Cheng was located, then turned and walked towards the papermaker's house that he remembered during the day.

The night was dark, and there was an unusual silence in the whole village.

There were no birds chirping or the mournful chirping of autumn insects, and everyone in the village seemed to be dead.

Du Moyu suddenly had an unfounded guess as to whether everyone in the village was really dead. The villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figures.

At night, when the villagers return home, the real body of the paper man will be revealed.

"Da da da."

He walked stiffly along the dirt road in the village.

When he arrived at the door of the papermaker's house, a faint light shone in front of his feet.

It's the Bagua mirror.

Du Moyu took a deep breath, cleared his distracting thoughts, and stepped through the door.

Although he had been here during the day, Du Moyu still walked around the house complexly, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood. He also thought about the problem that Jiang Cheng thought of, that the missing woman was still missing.

Who knows if she will come back, but she is hiding in the house now.
Chapter completed!