"In addition to serial murder cases in the next city, there have been many similar serial murders before, but the serial murder cases we found were all very cruel and vicious incidents of the murderer. Because the deceased died in a very miserable manner, it was widely publicized.

"Of course what I said is useless. The copy does not want us to explore the source of the ghost and what happened in the past. The copy only wants us to escape here, so the background information of most useful information is hidden."

When he talked about this, Chu Changge pushed his glasses: "But it happened that there was a fortune teller in this copy."

He said as he looked at the girl in black robe.

Gu Mian also turned his attention to the fortune teller. If this female player in a black robe traveled back to medieval Europe, she would be tied to the gallows and burned to death.

The fortune teller smiled embarrassedly: "You also know that fortune telling is not omnipotent, just like I can't divine the math papers for this year's college entrance examination..."

Gu Mian remembered the college entrance examination activity: "I guess there will be no math problems in this year's college entrance examination."

The fortune teller cleared his throat and then spoke: "I can't divine specific events, but I can divine whether some things have happened. Of course, the rate of failure is not low. If I fail to divine, I will not give the wrong answer, but I will not divine what I want to know at all..."

"Because only the spirit pendulum is a special item obtained from the dungeon, I now have the lowest failure rate of divination using spirit pendulum," she said, "I will divine something. If it rotates clockwise, it will be a positive answer. If it rotates counterclockwise, it will be a negative answer. If it fails to divination, it will not turn."

Chu Changge pushes glasses:

"I asked her to tell whether the murderer of the serial murder case in Ziyang City was a ghost, and the spirit swung clockwise.

"Have the ghost ever conducted serial killing incidents many times, spinning clockwise.

"Whether there are players among the first few batches of people killed, the spirit cannot move... It can basically be confirmed that the ghost is constantly killing players entering this dungeon in the form of serial murders."

When Chu Changge said this, the grassland suddenly interrupted. He frowned and had a strange expression on his face: "No, don't you clear the data every time a group of players have accepted for the dungeon, do you have to clean the data and start over? The data of the players who were killed in the past should be cleared."

Mingyue next to her also had a strange expression on her face.

The fortune teller had a little nervous face: "I'm sorry, this Green... Mr. Grassland, according to my fortune telling, the copy mechanism seems to be not what you think."

After seeing Gu Mian's feat in the sweet lover's copy, the fortune teller's worldview collapsed. She began to doubt the game and conducted divination multiple times against the game party.

Using the professional divination game mechanism obtained from the game, it is like the character written by the author and killing the author, and it is basically impossible to succeed.

But the fortune teller succeeded. Although she had failed countless times before, she finally successfully peeked into the secrets of the game.

Of course, the divination about the game was only successful this time. I used the Spiritual Palm Q&A and asked about the timeline of the dungeon and kept moving forward.

Incredible, but has to accept it.

The grassland's frowns had not relaxed, and seemed to not believe what he heard. The moonlight next to him was probably infected by him, and he frowned slightly.

The fortune teller raised his head: "I have limited ability and cannot keep divining. I don't know why the questions Chu Meiren just asked were very exhausting..."

The implication is that I don’t have the energy to continue, do whatever you want.

Chu Changge looked at her: "I have another thing about a serial murder case that I want to confirm. It should be okay if I don't pass divination, but it may take some time."

When he said this, Mingyue suddenly interrupted: "Isn't our mission to survive? Is it necessary to understand everything before so clearly? Will it help us to survive? "

Chu Changge spoke up very honestly without hesitation: "No help."

"If you didn't help studying what these things are done, you might as well think of how to survive... You are now like traveling back to ancient times and finding yourself framed and lying on the bed with a man, but you don't think about how to get out of trouble. Instead, you study what year it was and who the emperor was..."

Gu Mian looked at the female player Mingyue silently. I guess the female player's head had been poisoned by some vicious novels.

The fat man fell into deep thought: "What's the point of framed me when I lie in bed with a man?"

Chu Changge ignored it at all. He looked at the fortune teller: "You can't continue?"

The fortune teller didn't care about Mingyue's vivid description. She frowned in a tangled way: "I don't have enough energy, but there is still a method of divination that can be used, because it is basically not my energy... but it is quite dangerous."

Mingyue spoke in anger: "Are you listening to me?"

Please Bixian.

Gu Mian never regarded this kind of thing as a divination method, but the diviner swears that this is indeed a kind of divination.

At this time, a piece of white paper was placed on the table, with a black neutral pen lying on it, and a white candle was placed next to it. The fat man specially ran to the small shop downstairs to buy it.

The fortune teller sat on the side of the table: "Many people have played with Bixian, but it is not considered successful. I only greatly increased the probability of success after becoming a fortune teller, but there is also the possibility of failure. The failure I mentioned is not that I can't invite anything, but... I invite some messy things."

The fat man leaned over and spoke: "Is this the reason why you pulled the doctor together to invite him?"

At this time, Gu Mian was sitting opposite the fortune teller, reaching out to poke the neutral pen on the table.

"If you want me to tell me that you want a doctor to go to work, you may not be able to invite anything, so why don't you change someone?" The fat man made a sincere suggestion.

"I'll try first," Gu Mian turned his head to look at the fat man, "If you fail, you will be replaced."

The fat man shrank and took a step back: "I wish you success."

Grassland and Mingyue were watching from a distance. They felt that the other players were so weird that they started playing Pen Xian as they talked, saying that they wanted to explore the secrets of serial murders.

"Are you sick?" Mingyue stared at them from afar and spoke softly.

The grassland next to him nodded in agreement.

Xiaotuwan looked up at the time and saw that it was already 2:50 p.m., and nearly one-third of the forty-eight hours had passed, but no one died.

She said as she looked at Chu Changge next to her: "You have already thought about asking what you are right?"

Chu Changge nodded silently.

Just as the grassland and Mingyue were watching coldly in the distance and Xiao Qiao was lying on the side and staring curiously, Gu Mian suddenly felt that the room suddenly became cold, and the coldest around him.

It was as if a refrigerator next to it suddenly opened the door, and then something cold seemed to be inserted into the hands of the two of them holding each other. Gu Mian pinched it hard, as if it was a cold hand.

At the same time, the candle suddenly went out, and he felt the hand of the fortune teller on the opposite side tremble: "Here you come."

"Quickly ask." The fortune teller turned to look at Chu Changge.

Chu Changge stared at the white paper and said slowly: "In the serial murder case in Ziyang City, the number of people killed by ghosts."

Aren’t there eight? Mingyue looked at Chu Changge strangely. He was next door to Yang City. Whether searching online or asking others, the number of deaths he got was eight. Why did he still ask this?

At this time, Gu Mian felt the cold hand inserted into it began to move. It drove the pen holder to start moving, slowly drawing a number on the white paper-

"9"
Chapter completed!