Wenling was still holding the basket, and Xiaolan was holding the package.
Xiaolan had no chance to know what exactly happened when she lost consciousness, and she was not prepared to force Wenling to describe the entire incident in two words. After all, communication with Wenling relied mainly on
Make up your own mind.
The two most critical points are: one is Wenling's ability, which of course she won't talk about, and the other is the black mist, which Wenling obviously doesn't understand either, so Xiaolan can only try to digest it internally.
The two held each other's hands and walked out of the studio, turning their heads for one last look.
It was a mess and the ground was bright red.
The paintings were flying and scattered everywhere.
The strokes, one stroke after another, all depict two words: pain.
Everyone was shouting, it should end quickly.
The two walked to the other door, took a deep breath, and pushed.
The door is unlocked.
What hit me was the dull warehouse smell.
This is a utility room.
The small room was filled with dusty debris, and the wind blew the dust into the air. The two of them raised their hands and waved, and walked in casually.
A pair of snow-white feet was exposed from behind the large cardboard box in the corner.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at the head in the basket.
"Let's go." Wen Ling stared deeply at Xiaolan.
The two of them got close to the feet.
A pale, headless corpse was lying behind the cardboard box. The corpse was wearing a thin house skirt and had clenched fists. Only then did Xiaolan see the blood stains on the floor that were covered up by dust.
The two placed the basket and packages next to the body.
"Rest in peace."
A faint golden light began to disperse, and the bodies of the mother and child slowly turned into countless light spots, floated into the air, and disappeared.
Xiaolan and Wenling sat on their knees on the ground and glanced at each other.
The surrounding scene disappeared and turned into darkness.
The announcement screen appeared and the numbers started rolling.
"Player name, Ask the Spirit, third mission, player score, 92 points, special mission bonus points, 10 points, total score, 102 points, approved, enter the fourth mission."
The mechanical female voice announced next.
"Player name, Liao Yilan, third mission, player score, 92 points, special mission bonus points, 10 points, total score, 102 points, approved, enter the fourth mission."
The results of both of them are the same.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
The announcement screen shook, and the mechanical female voice sounded again, "Congratulations to the player for obtaining a special prop - the witch pen."
As soon as he finished speaking, two very ordinary-looking pencils appeared in mid-air, appearing in front of Xiaolan and Wenling respectively.
"Props?" Wen Ling obviously had never seen this scene before. He tilted his head and his eyes seemed to be scanning, looking from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the beginning.
Xiao Lan grabbed the pencil in front of her and gave Wen Ling a confirming look, "This should be a game prop."
Wen Ling nodded in sudden enlightenment and stretched out his hand to grab the pen, but his movements suddenly stopped.
She turned her head and looked at Xiaolan.
"goodbye?"
Xiaolan knew that according to Wen Ling's expression, this should not be a farewell, but an agreement.
"Yeah, let's meet when we go out," Xiaolan said with a grin, "Anyway, we are all in Area F. If you go out first, wait at the door. I can introduce my friends to you, okay?"
Gray eyes glowed with silver light, Wen Ling narrowed his eyes and nodded heavily.
"Uh-huh!"
She grabbed the pencil.
Disappeared instantly.
Xiaolan suddenly felt tired, although the smile was still on her face.
Xiaolan was stunned and put the pencil into his pants pocket.
Without stopping, the fourth mission is about to begin.
This time, a large list of vacancies appeared on the announcement screen.
It's a different model again.
Several letter digits began to scroll at the same time. Taking advantage of the changing numbers, Xiaolan counted them and found that there were ten letter digits in total.
Are ten contestants competing together this time?
The letters are settled.
Ten letter positions are determined, among which in addition to the own F, there are two F, two A, three T, one E and one I.
The relationship bits are starting to roll.
Settled.
A string of symbols of your choice.
this……
Two or three people are fine, but if these ten people have to coordinate the relationship types, it will be the tenth power of the prisoner's dilemma.
Xiaolan subconsciously hid the pencil deeper in her pocket.
It's probably going to be a bad fight this time.
Close your eyes and open them again.
He was sitting on a dark purple velvet sofa, with dim light around him.
This is like a living room.
Next to her, there were several men and women who had just opened their eyes like her.
Sitting on the same big sofa as Xiaolan were two girls. The girl in the middle was about in her early twenties. She had delicate pink makeup on her face and was wearing a knee-length pink and white cake skirt. She looked innocent.
Dihu looked around with his big eyes. Xiaolan was sitting on the left side of the girl. The girl on the right side of the girl was wearing a simple T-shirt and jeans. Her bangs were very long, covering her eyes. Xiaolan could only see her slightly sunken and thin cheeks.
and pursed thin lips.
Both girls look young.
There is a glass coffee table in front of the big sofa, and there is a person sitting on the separate small sofas on both sides. On the left is a young boy with handsome features, and on the right is a middle-aged woman who looks about forty years old.
There was a wooden round table in the center of the living room, and the other five people were sitting around the round table. Among the five people, there was only one girl. The girl frowned and looked at the people around her, looking very shrewd.
"Wow! It's the little sister!"
Before Xiaolan could see what the remaining four boys looked like, a pair of white and delicate hands came to caress the top of her head.
The girl in the cake dress next to her looked at Xiaolan in surprise, smiled and rubbed Xiaolan's hair, "Why is there such a young sister participating in the competition? It's so cute! Let me hug you..."
Seeing that the girl in the cake skirt even had such a perfect smile, Xiaolan was obediently taken into her arms and rubbed.
The skinny girl didn't react at all, only coughing softly to show her presence.
"Does anyone know the rules of this level?" A boy wearing glasses at the round table stood up and asked first, "I'll admit it first, I am a second-level player, but I failed in the third level last time.
Sorry, I didn’t see this level. Anyway, we can choose the promotion relationship in this level. I think if anyone knows the rules of this level, he can tell us all. After all, this is an act that promotes success. In theory, it is
You can get extra points.”
After speaking, he adjusted his glasses and glanced at the others.
No one spoke.
"Humph." A cold snort sounded from beside the boy with glasses.
Next to him sat a man who looked to be in his early thirties. The man's two slender arms were lazily resting on the armrests. He raised his chin and looked at the man with glasses with disdain.
"Kids, you are so naive," the man smiled evilly and shook his head, "I know the rules here, but do I really need to tell you?"