The few people chatted more and more happily in the room, seeming to have completely forgotten that there was a companion locked up in the small dark room next door.
My imagination is getting bigger and bigger, but there are no clues about how to enter the next room.
Finally, someone realized that their progress was too slow.
This person is the central control.
"The next clue has been opened, the next clue has been opened," the intercom in the Taoist priest's pocket suddenly rang, "Players please search for clues in the current room. Players please search for clues in the current room."
"She said a new clue was opened," Jasmine looked at the others, "When was it opened?"
Everyone shook their heads.
If you knew when the clue was opened, would you notice that a new clue had been opened?
Fortunately, the room was brightly lit, and after a while, they saw something different from before.
On the door, a small chessboard appeared.
Several people gathered at the door and looked there together.
Some are like Huarong Road. The building blocks on the chessboard have become twenty-six capital letters, and the exits have become two, one left and one right.
"Oh, this is a two-digit password." Jasmine said.
Unlock the password and you can get out.
"Let's think about the password first." Qin Yin squatted at the bottom and raised his head and asked.
Two letters.
"Mengli." Everyone said almost in unison.
"It should be ML, Meng Li's name." Qiao Nian pointed to the chessboard.
Taoist priest and Jasmine began to move the letters.
It was not difficult to move the machine. Soon, M was pushed into the exit on the left.
A small green light lit up in the groove behind the letters.
What follows is even simpler.
L returns to position.
"Click!...squeak——"
The door opened.
Outside the door, it was pitch black.
"Taoist Master! You are finally out!" The fool's excited voice sounded from the dark right side.
"Fool!"
The Taoist leader entered the darkness first, and others followed suit.
The door quietly closed behind me.
"Brother Fool? Why are you squatting here?" Xiaolan held the candle and looked at the Fool on the ground.
"I...Xiaolan! Be careful!"
There was a moment of coldness.
In an instant, a pair of hands covered his eyes.
"Ah! -" Qiao Nian and Jasmine screamed.
The hands were quickly removed.
What appeared in front of Xiaolan's eyes was the blood-stained and ferocious face of the Literary Army NPC.
Xiaolan's feet were surprisingly stable, as if they were nailed to the ground by something.
She took a big breath of air.
Blink, blink.
Eh? Isn’t this just a human being?
Although the teeth were bared and stained with blood, in the final analysis, this was still a human face.
Is this what I have been afraid of?
The fear lingering in my heart seemed to dissipate little by little.
But in the eyes of onlookers, Xiaolan stared at the NPC in front of him with his eyes widened, his neck curled up, and he looked like he had completely lost the ability to move.
Seeing that this person was timid, the NPC was frightened and quickly waved the long stick in his hand and roared.
But Xiaolan is no longer afraid.
Once you see it clearly, you won’t be afraid anymore.
"Literary Army," Xiaolan's throat was still a little hoarse, "did you kill all those people?"
The stick stopped in mid-air.
"Those people..." vague words came out of the NPC's mouth, "Those..."
"Did you kill someone? Or did you see someone else murder someone?" the Taoist priest asked.
"I...I..."
The NPC's body began to tremble.
"I didn't...I didn't kill anyone..."
This npc's acting skills are really good, and it makes people feel heart-broken when they watch it.
"Who killed that?" Jasmine also asked.
They didn't know whether they could question the NPC at this stage, or whether the NPC would give them an answer. Although they asked, they didn't have any expectations.
But Wen Wenjun suddenly stopped his trembling body and turned around with his stick in hand.
"I didn't kill anyone! It was him! He was the one who killed him!"
He pointed at the fool.
After saying that, Literary Army threw away the stick, screamed, opened the door of the previous room, and rushed in.
By the time they chased after him, the door had been closed heavily and locked again.
There was silence in the courtyard.
Several people's eyes returned to the fool.
"The person you killed?"
"What...what am I killing?" the fool retorted stammeringly, "and I'm not a literary soldier, so he's still talking about himself."
The Taoist priest raised his chin and thought for a long time.
"Actually, I have been thinking about it for a long time. If we came here as the people on the name tag, why are there people who share our identity here?"
Xiaolan nodded.
Go on.
"Now it seems that it is possible that this doll is actually our true body," the Taoist priest raised the doll in his hand. "They have all had their bodies replaced by dolls, so now they are all dead, and we have become them."
Xiaolan looked at the doll in her hand.
The blue glass eyes seemed to be rotating under the flickering light of the candle light.
Is this my true nature?
"What do you mean?" The fool's words broke the silence, "It's so abstract, I can't understand it."
After all, the fool didn't hear their discussion just now.
Several people repeated what they had just said to him, and now the whole room was silent.
"So -" Baomu glanced at his companion, "What are we going to do now?"
"Good question," Qin Yin patted him on the shoulder and turned to face the Taoist priest, "Even if it's a baby, we have to go out. The baby will be hungry even after it becomes a spirit. Xiaolan's stomach growled several times.
Room."
Xiaolan covered her stomach again.
"This is a yard," Jasmine looked around with a candle. "It's just a tree with a crooked neck."
"There must be no one dead here." Qiao Nian put her hands on her hips.
"No one died, but someone might have died."
The Taoist priest stood under the tree, stood on tiptoes slightly, and took something off the branch.
"What?"
The Taoist priest held the doll in his armpit and held a candle in his other hand to shine on the thing. "It's a bunch of hair."
The girls took half a step back.
"Don't worry, it's fake," the Taoist priest smiled, "it doesn't feel good, it doesn't look like human hair."
"It would be scary if it was really human hair, okay?"
"Idiot, Baomu, come here with a candle and take a look." Taoist priest said to the two of them.
Several candles illuminated the location pointed by the Taoist priest - the tree branch.
"There are marks of strangulation!" Baomu shouted.
The fool's expression also became serious, "What's going on?"
"It's very simple," Qin Yin shook his legs, "Someone hanged himself here."
"Hang yourself!" Jasmine and Qiao Nian said in shock.
"What's all the fuss about?" Qin Yin glanced at them, "When you see the crooked neck tree, you shouldn't think of hanging yourself immediately."
Hang yourself.
Xiaolan recalled the hanging body in the closet in the front room.
Dialogue in the plot.
Contradictions, confusions, oddities.
"Mengli!" Xiaolan raised her face, "The one who died here is Wen Mengli!"