Xiaolan looked at the depressed Jie Yan, holding the book in the coffin and shaking his hands helplessly. He turned to the first page and said, "Why don't we piece together what we can see first? I'll do it first." Say, the nine of us drawn on the first page are what we looked like when we just entered this level."
After saying that, she handed the book in the coffin to Baomu.
"The picture on the second page is also the nine of us," Baomu looked at Xiaolan's affirmative eyes and whispered, "it's the nine of us standing together in the cemetery, and one of the graves was dug."
Xiaolan was silent for a moment, took the book in the coffin, turned to the next page, and handed it to Jie Yan, "Where's the third page?"
Jie Yan pointed to the blank page and said, "Here, in the middle, there is a book drawn, surrounded by something that looks like a mask. There are nine masks in total."
"Mask?" Xiaolan's eyes lit up.
"Yes, it looks like a mask." Jie Yan seemed to have discovered something and stood up again, "Does this mean..."
"We may not need all nine players to be present," Xiaolan continued, "We only need to find the faces of nine players, that's it."
"But it seems that even if we find the faces of several other people, we can't use their identities to identify what is written on the remaining six pages of the book." Jie Yan said.
Xiaolan raised her chin and thought for a moment, "That's not necessarily true..."
The two looked at her.
"I have an idea," Xiaolan said slowly, "but... I can't tell you right now. I'll tell you when we get back to the village."
"Then we have one question left," Jie Yan raised his index finger. "How are we going to find the faces of those six people? We don't even know what they look like. There are so many families in the village, and not all of them are Everyone has a face.”
This is quite a problem.
When the two of them were holding their chins in thought, Baomu whispered from the side, "Taste."
"smell?"
Baomu nodded, "Those people wear our faces, and they have the same smell as us."
"Have you remembered the scents of other players?" Even Xiaolan was a little shocked this time.
"Absolutely," Baomu blushed a little, "If I smell a similar smell, I can recall it."
Jie Yan looked like he was hugging his thighs.
The three of them got what they wanted, put back the several layers of the coffin cover before dawn, filled it with soil, and quickly ran back to the village.
Entering the small road in the village, Xiaolan did not run to the house where the three of them were staying temporarily, but turned in another direction.
"Where to go?" Jie Yan asked in surprise.
"Come with me," Xiaolan waved her hand, "I'll confirm my idea."
Xiaolan led the way and ran back to the first house with the two of them. Because in the eyes of other people, this was Xiaolan's home, so the three of them did not sneak around, but went directly from the front door. Went into the living room.
The bodies of two adults lay in the living room. Their faces were completely disfigured and their deaths were horrific. There was also a child lying in the bedroom. The child, like the two adults, had a small body lying in a pool of blood.
Xiaolan didn't look much, crossed the house, opened the back door, and came to the outside of the barn in the backyard.
"Be careful, there is a trap here." Xiaolan pointed to the trap at the door of the warehouse and walked quickly to the water tank.
Baomu understood what Xiaolan wanted to do, so he said, "Third bite."
That's right.
Lifting the lid of the third water tank, the faces of the three people were reflected in the clear water.
"Your face is hidden here," Xiaolan said to Jie Yan, "It's really easy to find, so I accidentally..."
Jie Yan waved his hand, "Why are you talking about this now? What on earth did you think of?"
Xiaolan took out the book in the coffin, turned to the first page, and showed the page on the water.
"Look at the water," Xiaolan said, "can you see it?"
The two looked towards the water.
On the water, the reflection of the picture on the first page appeared clearly.
"Oh my god..." Jie Yan whispered.
"You can see it, right?" Xiaolan finally laughed when she saw the two people's reactions, "Then it seems that my guess is right. Now the places we found where the three faces are hidden can reflect the faces on the paper. content."
"The water surface and the mirror..." Baomu thought for a while, "Xiaolan, where is your face hidden?"
Xiaolan pointed to her right eye, "In the eye."
"Eyes?!" Baomu was shocked, "Then you are..."
"I didn't. How could I be that kind of person?" Xiaolan quickly defended, "She took it out of her eyes and gave it to me."
Jie Yan turned his head and said, "No wonder those people's faces are all rotten, but only their eyes are still there."
"Next, our task is to find where the remaining six faces are hiding." Xiaolan concluded.
Jie Yan nodded and looked at Baomu with starry eyes, "Master, do you smell anything?"
Baomu blushed again, "I...I still have to walk around the village."
The three of them wandered along the country road pretending to be nonchalant. Occasionally, they passed by a few people and when they saw the three of them, they just said hello politely.
After walking around the corner of the path, the three of them saw a house with a high fence. Baomu frowned, stood there and smelled it, and then took a few steps closer.
"Is it this one?" Xiaolan looked at the brick and stone wall that was more than two meters high.
Baomu lay on the wall, closed his eyes and smelled deeply for a few times, and finally said, "The face of the person who died in the cemetery is right here."
The three of them walked around the house. The courtyard was tightly surrounded by walls on all sides, and the inside was completely invisible. At the entrance was a black iron door as high as the wall, which was closed at this time. It's so tight, there's not even a crack in the door.
Xiaolan's heart tightened.
Do you want to... again?
"Master, let me lift you up!" Jie Yan said to Baomu cheerfully.
Xiaolan and Baomu looked at each other in surprise, and then they remembered that Xiaolan's thin body now belonged to Baomu.
Baomu was a little reluctant.
"You're welcome," Xiaolan patted Baomu on the shoulder, "Come on, brother Baomu, be good, we each have one leg, yes, be careful not to be discovered..."
Xiaolan finally turned over and turned into a lifter. Baomu climbed up the wall little by little. He waved his hand, and the two of them stopped.
"What's it like inside?" Xiaolan lifted Baomu's right side with ease, "Is there anyone there?"
Baomu shook his head in confusion, "It's also a house inside, similar to other houses. I haven't seen anyone yet, but his house... has several big dogs. No wonder I smell a strange smell..."
"Big dog?!"
The two people below looked at each other.
What on earth is this family hiding? Security has actually been done to this extent.
"Is the door closed from the inside?" Jie Yan asked.
"Yes," Baomu nodded, "So, the person should still be at home, but there is no one visible in the window."
"I'm afraid it won't be good to go in now, right?" Jie Yan looked at Xiaolan.
Xiaolan and Xieyan put Baomu down, and the three of them hid in this corner to discuss. Since they came to this house, they have not seen any villagers nearby.
"How about we go knock on the door?" Xiaolan suggested.
Jie Yan and Bao Mu looked at each other and asked together, "What do you say when you knock on the door?"
"We asked... we just asked them why they didn't participate in the meat sharing a few days ago, how about that?" Xiaolan said, "If they say they participated, we just say we didn't see it."
Although it was a bad idea, Xiaolan decided to use her acting skills to turn the tide. The three of them stood by the iron door and knocked three times.
The knuckles made a dull and long sound on the black iron. After Xiaolan finished knocking, he waited for a moment, and not long after, he knocked three more times.
There was no sound inside.
Not even a barking sound.
Is there actually no one in the room?
Could it be...that the people inside are already there? …
Just as this idea came to Xiaolan's mind, she heard a creak and the iron door suddenly opened with a gap as thick as a finger.
A vigilant eye appeared from the crack in the door.
"Hi, big brother!" Xiaolan came up and said hello shamelessly.
The two people behind them just wanted to hide in embarrassment.
That eye looked Xiaolan up and down, and after a long while, he asked quickly, "Is something wrong?"
"How come I haven't seen you dividing the meat in the past few days?" Xiaolan continued the drama with determination.
The man's eyes suddenly changed.
Then, with a bang, the narrow gap disappeared.
The three of them looked at each other in confusion as they looked at the iron door that was closed again.
"What should I do?" Baomu asked.
Xiaolan shook her head, "I always feel something is weird."
"I also have a feeling," Jie Yan looked at Xiaolan, "It seems that the person just now is not..."
The two looked at each other and nodded.
"What is it?" Baomu asked.
"That person just now gave me a different feeling from other villagers," Xiaolan lowered her voice, "Is it possible that he... is a player like us?"
As soon as Xiaolan finished speaking, there was a sudden creak beside her, which made the three of them tremble.
The door opened again.
The man looked helpless and stood in the door with his chin trembling.
"I am a player," the man's voice also trembled, "I...I am also a player, I have been here for a long time!"
Soon, the three of them entered the high-walled courtyard as they wished. The man carefully locked the iron gate. There were several big black dogs tied up in the courtyard, and his sharp eyes swept over the three of them.
The man raised his hand, as if to appease the black dogs, and the black dogs roared threateningly from their throats. Upon seeing this, the three of them quickly quickened their pace and walked into the house.
"Are you a player?" Xiaolan asked as soon as he entered the door, "Then your face is..."
"It's the face of someone who lives here, but when I came, that person was already dead," the man said loudly.
"But this face isn't yours, right?" Baomu asked.
"It's not mine," the man waved his hand, "It's me... I was looking for a place to avoid the sun. Suddenly I saw the door here open, so I went in... Then I saw that this man was dead."
The man led the three people to the innermost room. The room was a little dark. There was an oak recliner in the corner. On the recliner was a corpse tied to the back of the chair with a hemp rope. The corpse had pale hair and was covered with blood. It was bloodshot and bruised, his eyes were wide-eyed, and his face was filled with grooves and fear.
However, the corpse's face was still there, and it looked exactly like the man in front of it.
"Then how did you get the face?" Xiaolan asked.
"Ah, oh, here, here," the man hurriedly led the three of them back to the living room, pointing to the black and white TV set next to the north wall, "When I first came in, I saw someone dead, and I was very scared. But I didn’t dare to go out, so I just stayed in this room. Later, at noon, at ten o’clock, I happened to be squatting next to the TV. I suddenly saw a face on the TV. The old man’s face was It hit my head, and I was so frightened that I wanted to run away, but then I wanted to get closer and get a closer look, so I was sucked in..."
The three people, each with their own experience, nodded.
"Afterwards, I didn't dare to go out anymore," the man lowered his head, "but since I came here, this is the first time someone has knocked on the door."
"But who killed that old man?" Baomu asked weakly.
The man shook his head like a rattle, "I really don't know, I swear, when I came here, people were already like this..."
"We believe you," Xiaolan said, "We took away the faces of living people, but their dead faces... are not like this."
"When did you come here?" Jie Yan asked.
The man raised his eyes and thought for a while, "One night... two nights... I have spent two nights here."
"Two nights?" Xiaolan calculated, "Isn't that the night the owner of this face died?"
"What master?..." The man looked at them blankly.
The three of them told the man what happened in the cemetery again.
"He must have done it!" After hearing this, the man insisted.
"So, the dead player found the old man. He tied the old man to a chair, kicked and punched him, and asked about the whereabouts of his face. In the end, he accidentally beat the old man to death, and then he ran away?" Jie Yan reasoned.
"Then why did he go to the cemetery?" Xiaolan questioned.
"I feel," Baomu finally spoke, "he may not be asking about the whereabouts of the face, but about something else, such as... the method of clearing the level."
Getting the guide to clearing the level by beating up NPCs is really awesome.
"So he learned something from this old man, so he rushed to the cemetery overnight," Xiaolan nodded, "and because he was worried that after having a face, he might be like these villagers and unable to go out at night, so he went to the cemetery overnight. It makes sense to go out looking for graves in the middle of the night with Duck Egg Head on your back..."
"But why didn't this old man become... like that?" Jie Yan looked at the old man.
"Maybe it's because those who can transform are all from the mother body," Xiaolan looked at the lonely back of the old man, "The mother body of their family may have died, and he is the only one left. Of course, there is no one left now. "
