Ji Baizhi is open and forthright.
He wasn't afraid, he said good things anyway.
Jiang Que'er patted her chest and sat back with lingering fear. Although she also said bad things, she hadn't finished yet.
She looked at Chen Jing's feet and changed the subject: "Senior Brother Tyrannosaurus, what did you bring back -"
Just as he was talking, the package was untied.
Half of the words got stuck, brewing in his throat into a sharp, high-pitched scream, which shot out as fast as an arrow from a string.
As soon as she sat down, she jumped up again, fluttering her arms and moving away.
"You...what...you...want to do!"
The other three people looked over and gasped. The bonfire was burning, but their hands and feet suddenly felt cold.
Inside the package were a head, two arms, and a thigh.
"It's too dark upstairs to see clearly." Chen Jing said calmly, "So I brought him down to have a look."
He said, reaching out and picking up his head, raising it to the level of his own eyes, and observing carefully.
"What's so good about corpses?" Jiang Que'er moved forward and sat next to Yu Huanzhen, with a look of disgust on his face.
She wasn't afraid of corpses.
It’s not like I’ve never seen it before.
It's just that a corpse and a living person holding a corpse have different impacts.
"You can tell the time of death." Chen Jing put his head down and picked up his thigh, "Look, I picked this up from the outermost corpse. It's very hard."
He swung it and knocked it on the ground, making a dull "bang bang" sound.
The four people's brows trembled with their hearts.
"Then what?" Jiang Que'er asked.
Chen Jing whispered: "This is rigor mortis."
"Rigidity will begin within one to three hours after death and spread throughout the body twelve hours later."
"But it only lasts six hours before it thaws and becomes soft again."
Yu Huanzhen's eyes flashed.
Ji Baizhi thought thoughtfully: "In other words, the latest group of people to die are within one day."
Chen Jing nodded: "What did you find?"
"There are a total of twenty-four rooms on the fifth floor. The first twenty-three are filled with garbage, and the last room is full of corpses."
"It's all like this."
He stood up and tried hard to learn the technique, but it was just like a living person with tendons, so he couldn't lift his forearms once they fit together.
Jiang Queer stopped talking.
The performance was very hard.
But...can you put down those thighs first?
Yu Huanzhen said: "The third floor is the same, but the posture is different. They hold their heads in their arms."
"The corpses on the fourth floor were standing on tiptoes, holding their heads high." Ji Baizhi's face was heavy.
Jiang Que'er shuddered: "Why do you all encounter such strange things?"
"They were standing on the second floor, putting their hands on their faces and holding their heads."
Yu Tonghui was the last to speak. He added firewood to the bonfire and shook his head: "I didn't encounter any strange things in the hall and basement."
The fire grew stronger, beating rhythmically, but it didn't produce even a hint of warmth.
Chen Jing said slowly: "The movements are very coherent."
"First take off your own head, then hang it on the ceiling, and finally pray to your own head."
The four of them shuddered.
"Do you think it hurts?" A question came out suddenly.
ah?
The four people looked at Chen Jing.
Couldn't catch up with his brain circuit.
what's the situation......
Before they could react, Chen Jing asked himself: "It should be quite painful."
Doesn't it hurt?
That's picking off the head.
"In addition to those corpses, I also found some written records." Chen Jing took out a few rolls of rough paper from his arms and spread them out on his lap. "There are some numbers on them, but what do they mean..."
"This should refer to currencies such as chips and points." Before he could finish speaking, Ji Baizhi answered decisively.
Chen Jing looked at him.
The other three also looked confused.
"Before I was twelve years old, I lived in a refugee camp." Ji Baizhi continued softly, "If you want to live in a place like this, you have to scavenge, pick out useful things from the wasteland, and offer them to the monks in exchange for points. Chips to exchange for the qualification to survive in the homeless camp."
Monk.
Chen Jing grasped these two words: "There will be monks in every refugee camp?"
"Yes." Ji Baizhi nodded, "A refugee camp without monks cannot survive."
"Although pollution is everywhere in the Desolate Era, as long as you are careful, you can still avoid pollution and use some magical powers."
"Mortals need these spells to produce food."
pollute.
A new vocabulary.
Is this the reason for the "end of the world" in the game?
And, the most critical factor right now.
"Are there many monks in the refugee camp?" Chen Jing asked.
Ji Baizhi shook his head: "It is not easy to support a monk. It often takes hundreds of people to support one, and a homeless camp can only support one or two at most."
Chen Jing frowned and twisted into a big knot.
"What's wrong?" Yu Huanzhen asked.
"Have you found any traces of monks in this camp?" Chen Jing raised his head and scanned their faces one by one.
They all shook their heads.
"I have a bad idea." Chen Jing said softly.
Yu Huanzhen and Ji Baizhi frowned, their faces gradually becoming serious.
Jiang Queer seems to have grasped some clues, but is not sure.
Yu Tonghui was confused and confused.
No, why do you all look like this?
Do you understand?
Going head-to-head with someone who seems a little crazy?
The problem is either you or me...
Chen Jing stared at the bonfire, thoughtfully, and continued: "On the fifth floor, there are thirty-six corpses in the last room."
"Other floors are more or less, but the number should be about the same."
"Some have rigor mortis, and some have already developed gigantism. I'm not a professional, but gigantism will appear in as long as half a month or as short as three or four days."
"In other words, over a period of three to four days to half a month, these people were slowly killed to create such a scene of some kind of evil ritual."
"I'm afraid the only ones who have the ability and knowledge to do this are the monks in charge of this camp."
Yu Tonghui's face was full of surprise: "How could it be possible? Monks should protect mortals..."
Ji Baizhi interrupted him: "The monks in the refugee camps are also refugees."
"It can't be as glamorous as the one in the Immortal Sect, so there's no sense of integrity."
Yu Huanzhen frowned: "Maybe it's contaminated, that would be difficult."
"Pollution? Have you seen it?" Chen Jing asked openly.
Jade really shook his head.
Jiang Queer continued, looking at Ji Baizhi: "Only Senior Brother Ji should have seen it. We have all grown up under the protection of our sect since childhood, and we have only read about pollution in books."
"I have seen contaminated people." Ji Baizhi said softly, "But I have never seen contaminated monks."
"Mortals are polluted, like rotten fruit, and will die in a few days."
"I don't know what the monk is like."
Yu Huan really looked at the stairs, and then at Chen Jing, the man who had been staring at the flames since just now: "Is there still room on the fifth floor?"
"First we have to find..."
She couldn't finish her sentence.
Chen Jing stood up, held the stiff thigh, and swung it towards his head.
Bang! The sound of the blow was dull.
Jiang Queer screamed: "What are you doing?"
Ji Baizhi and Yu Tonghui were shocked.
Why are you crazy again?
Is there really something wrong with his mind that he does this kind of thing from time to time?
Yu Huanzhen kept his eyes open, but immediately realized something, stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the face.
hiss--
The remaining three were stunned.
Is this crazy disease still contagious?
Chen Jing grinned, wondering if the pain simulation in this crappy game was a little too good.
It was painful and burning, and something was bulging and trying to burst out.
There was a buzzing in the ears.
The vision is confused, the mosaic flows, and the tick-tock changes.
The warm glow of the campfire dissipated.
Replaced by darkness.
There was a jolt in the body.
He lowered his head.
He was being carried by a group of headless corpses, crawling up the stairs.
There are four teams beside him.
They were all the same group of headless corpses, carrying four other people.
Jiang Queer made it difficult for Chen Jing to look away.
"When did you find out?" came a cold female voice, interrupting his appreciation of beautiful things.
Chen Jing reluctantly turned around and saw that Yu Huan had also woken up.
"What discovery?" he asked.
Yu Huanzhen said softly: "That's what we were hallucinating just now."
"Flames." Chen Jing replied, "The bonfire dances so regularly."
He had observed.
The flames of the torch I lit on the fifth floor were erratic, like a real flame.
But the bonfire just now was playing a dozen frames of animations in turn.
Maybe the program artist is lazy.
Maybe it's a hint.
You have nothing to lose by giving it a try.
It was nothing more than being laughed at by a few NPCs.
Yu Huanzhen's eyes were surprised.
Have you noticed such trivial details?
