Chiss felt the emotion in the scream and said the conclusion he already knew without changing his face: "The man is dead."
The bloody scenes he imagined were exciting, and his breathing became a little rapid due to the excitement of his emotions, as if he was nervous and afraid.
"Dead... dead?" Lin Chen naturally heard the movement outside the door. He looked at Qisi with a white face and cast a questioning look, "Doesn't it mean that you can not open a blind box..."
"But it's a pity that rational people only make up a minority of the group." Qiss had already walked to the door. He turned the doorknob and pushed out the door. "Let's go and take a look together."
He has seen a lot of dead people, but encountering life and death in a weird game is a novel experience.
He was curious about what it was like to die in a weird game.
As soon as he stepped out of the room, the strong smell of blood hit his face. It briefly overshadowed the fragrance of flowers, and mixed with the original disgusting aroma in the air to form a sweet and greasy smell, which was thick and sticky. It's like being haunted by a ghost that has been buried for thousands of years. It is terminally ill and cannot be shaken off.
Qisi lowered his head and saw a pool of paint-like blood on the ground a few centimeters in front of his toes. It was half-solidified, and the surface was uneven like magma. It was dripping lifelessly on the ground. It barely stained his face. Sole.
Lin Chen also saw the blood on the ground. The next second, he let out a high-pitched scream, like a rooster whose neck was stepped on.
He shouted and jumped up. If Zeiss hadn't dodged in time, he would have been hanging on Zeiss.
"You go back first." Qisi stroked the bracelet on his right wrist and said as calmly as possible, "If you want to vomit, remember to clean it up yourself."
Lin Chen felt like he was being pardoned. He turned around and rushed back to the room, followed by the sound of vomiting.
The source of the blood was in the center of the flat floor, where a dark shadow suddenly lay. Zou Yan and Ye Zi were looking around the mass.
Qisi carefully followed the edge of the blood stain, walked over, and finally saw clearly what was on the ground.
It was a corpse with blurred flesh and flesh and an unidentifiable appearance. It was naked and curled up into a ball. The skin on the surface was cut into small pieces by messy lines. Plush tentacles sprouted from the flesh. If you look closely, you can see that it is clearly that of a plant. rhizome.
Blooming roses spurted from the corpse's wide-open mouth, and the thick stems and leaves attached to the back were inserted directly into the throat, as if the head was used as a flower pot for planting.
Zou Yan and Ye Zi were both relatively calm. Except for the unknown scream at the beginning, there was no evidence to show their fear.
They lined up on both sides, thoughtfully surrounding the dead mass on the ground.
Ye Zi stared at the corpse and tsked: "I died on the first night. I don't know what rules I violated. This way of death is really miserable."
Qisi looked at it for a while and came to a conclusion: "The person who died is Brother Shen. He was about 187 centimeters long when lying flat, with a medium build. The body shape and bone structure are consistent with him."
"How are you sure?" Ye Zi frowned and retorted, "Even if the body shape matches, it may not be him... Brother Shen will not be the first to die if anyone dies!"
Chiss ignored her plan and knelt down in front of the body. He took out the napkin from the dinner table yesterday and wrapped it in his right hand. He gently touched the rose petals that were stained scarlet with blood.
The forearm-long rose was carefully pushed aside by him, and the thick, semi-coagulated blood flowed out slowly.
He closed the corpse's jaw with a knuckle, and his slender white fingers touched the remains of the deceased. Like magic, they slid and jumped on the corpse's face, and soon the bloody and broken face was pieced together into a human figure. , Shen Ming's face appeared in front of the three people.
"It's Shen Ming, he died of roses..."
The identity of the deceased was now finalized. Zou Yan took a breath, while Ye Zi's face was pale, not much better than the corpse.
If there was still some luck before, now there is no room for change.
"How is that possible?" Ye Zi's eyes were distracted, as if he had lost his soul. "He doesn't deserve to die no matter who dies. He is... he is an old player..."
Qisi asked back: "Chang Xu, who is in the same room with him, is also an old player, isn't he?"
He wiped his fingers clean with a napkin, raised his eyelids, looked around, and asked, "Where is Chang Xu?"
"It seems I haven't seen him yet. Maybe he's not awake yet." Zou Yan said hesitantly.
"As a police officer, your alertness should not be so low." Qisi smiled with an unknown meaning, "He and Brother Shen live in the same room, so he should know something no matter how bad he is."
People can make associations, and these words left ample room for suggestion and inducement.
Hearing this, Ye Zi murmured: "Brother Shen is an old player. No matter what happens, he will never fail to survive the first day, unless..."
She swallowed her subsequent words, and in the last second, the door in the corner was opened from the inside, revealing Chang Xu's figure.
He was neatly dressed in black clothes, and except for a gash on his shoulder that was suspected to have been caused by a fight, there was no sign that he had encountered the point of death last night.
His eyes were looking forward faintly, without reflecting the shadow of anyone. He didn't know whether he didn't hear the discussion of several people, or he didn't care about the opinions of others.
Qisi squinted his eyes and looked at Chang Xu's gloomy face, which looked like he had not seen the light all year round, and asked with a half-smile: "You don't know anything about Brother Shen's death, do you?"
"It's normal for you to doubt me, but Shen Ming's death does have nothing to do with me." Chang Xu's voice was cold and calm, like ice in a deep cellar.
He seemed to have completely missed the guilt in Qisi's words, and recalled expressionlessly: "Last night, an NPC suspected of being Miss Anna knocked on our door. After Shen Ming woke up, he wanted to open the door, but I was blocking him. There was a noise during the process. Then, the door was opened from the outside, and a strange vine-like thing stretched out."
The concise narrative gives people a feeling of indifference. Combined with Chang Xu's expressionless face, people can't help but feel chilled.
Ye Zi asked coldly: "Why did nothing happen to you after he died?"
Chang Xu lowered his eyes and replied concisely: "They can't defeat me, so they can only change their target and drag Shen Ming out."
"Don't you want to give him a hand?"
"I pulled him once, but failed. I estimated the strength balance. If I pull him again, he will be torn in half."
Rational analysis is precisely the most unacceptable thing. The human species has always advocated formalism. Pretentious ineffective rescues and tears of regret without much true feelings are better than Chang Xu's take-for-granted attitude.
Instead, Ye Zi calmed down and snorted coldly: "These are just one-sided words. I suspect you have tampered with it."
Chang Xu: "Oh."
Seeing that the situation was tense, Zou Yan made a timely rescue: "Stop talking, the person is dead, and there is no use in doubting each other now. This is a team copy, and I don't think there is any need for Chang Xu to deliberately harm Shen Ming."
Ye Zi sneered a few times, and his tone became fierce: "Team copy? There is no team at all in this game! Everyone is an old player, and they all know the 'guaranteed number of deaths' mechanism. As long as enough people die, the remaining people can If you pass the customs safely, you can even get more rewards. Who knows if some of us have this intention?"
Qiss listened quietly on the side, his eyebrows slightly raised.
Last night's question was answered. I didn't expect that the weird game would actually have such a mechanism full of poison-raising. It seems that the situation needs to be re-analysed.
Fortunately, he lives in isolation and has no unrealistic illusions about "companions". He doesn't need a reason to harm people. As long as he gets the chance, he will happily stab other players in the back.
For him, the situation has not changed much.
Zou Yan pulled Ye Zi's sleeves and persuaded earnestly: "Rule 7, only ghosts can kill humans. At least in this copy, players cannot kill each other."
Ye Zi retorted: "Who said you have to do it yourself? You just need to hide a few clues and borrow the power of ghosts..."
Chang Xu had been looking down at the corpse on the ground before, but now he suddenly raised his eyes and stared coldly into Ye Zi's eyes: "You know a lot about how to harm people."
Ye Zi: "To each other."
Chang Xu took a deep look at the girl, said no more, turned and walked towards the stairs.
Qisi thought of something, smiled to himself, and followed.
"Chang Xu, I have a question. How did you determine the specific time after you woke up last night? You obviously violated the second rule, so why did you survive?"
He deliberately muddied the water, making insinuations from all angles, and pushing out an unlucky guy to bear everyone's suspicions.
At this moment, he pretended to hesitate and asked the last question: "Do you know something, or - have any other means?"
Unexpectedly, Chang Xu did not hide it. Instead, he took out a pocket watch from his arms and threw it towards him with a simple movement.
The moment I took the simple copper watch into my hands, a slight coolness penetrated into my skin, and lines of prompt text appeared in front of my eyes.
[Name: Destiny Pocket Watch (Broken)]
[Type: props]
[Effect: Mark objective time]
[Note: The God of Destiny has long established the following concept: punctuality is a good quality, especially after the contract is established]
