"What is this doing?"
Zheng Jia tied up the white-skinned man with a rope and asked An Qian doubtfully: "Can't you order some more props and just let him say it?"
"You do not understand."
Anxi shook her head and stirred the coffee in her hand with a small spoon.
She also poured a cup of coffee from the kitchen and held it in her hands. She also moved a chair and sat down directly opposite the white-skinned man.
Zheng Jia was confused: "What don't I understand?"
Anxi took a sip of the coffee in the cup, and the rich aroma of coffee spread in her mouth.
After finishing the drink, she put the coffee on the side table, folded her hands in front of her chest, and gave an evil and crooked smile:
"This kind of torture and interrogation is the most interesting!"
The arrogant laughter like a villain rang in the house, and the sound was so loud that even Chu Qingyan, who was standing outside the door waiting for Zheng Jia and An Qian to go to the welcome party, could hear clearly.
He held his forehead slightly helplessly. Who would have thought that these two people would also engage in the interrogation of ghosts in the dungeon.
Although Chu Qingyan often threatened ghosts with violence, this was somewhat different. He would not do anything just for fun.
This may be the biggest difference between him and Anxi.
Everyone he met had an impression of him as cold and calm, but only he knew that this was the despair of a rotten tree that was riddled with holes and was silently waiting to perish.
He has never been willing to hurt others, and now he can shoot them in the head just because of confrontation. The game of touching death is eating away at his humanity as a human being bit by bit.
He couldn't get away from it.
It's like Anxi never fell into this from the beginning.
Chu Qingyan looked at An Qian in the room quietly through the window.
She seemed to be obsessed with torturing the white-skinned monster and did not distract herself from observing the situation outside the house.
Chu Qingyan's figure moved slightly, slowed down for a few seconds, and finally chose to turn around and leave.
However, he just took a few steps outside.
"Crash--"
There was the sound of the window being opened behind him.
"Where are you going? Are you free now? Do you want to come in and join us?"
Although An Qian used a question, she didn't give Chu Qingyan a chance to answer. She waved to him, looking a little excited.
"Come on, come on!"
When Chu Qingyan saw An Qian's unruly look, her inexplicable mood disappeared.
He once again regretted that he shouldn't have wasted so much emotion on her just now. He was simply ogling her to a blind man.
But having said that, Chu Qingyan only hesitated for a moment before turning back and approaching An Qian's room again.
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In the open space in the town, some residents are working together to build a huge bonfire, while others are adjusting the position of the banners.
The welcome party and the opening ceremony of the Disguise Festival will be held here soon.
In addition to the residents of the town, players also gathered one after another. However, unlike the happy-looking residents, the players all had pale faces and tensed their bodies as they looked around warily.
Zhou Zhen walked through the crowd with a cigarette in his mouth, found Liu Weihong sitting on the bench, and then sat on the other end of the bench.
"How many have been found?" Liu Weihong glanced at Zhou Zhen and asked in a low voice.
Zhou Zhen's hand holding the cigarette paused: "...I don't know, there are at least four."
Liu Weihong sighed in a long voice: "Four... four died on the first night. This dungeon is not easy..."
"Stop talking, that white-skinned monster in my house is almost ready!" Zhou Zhen said, not knowing whether he was angry or afraid, he threw the cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it with his foot.
"Who's in the house?" Liu Weihong replied in annoyance, but immediately changed the subject and said:
"However, I seem to have discovered something."
Zhou Zhen immediately asked: "What is it?"
Liu Weihong pretended to be embarrassed and sighed: "Hey... I'm not sure yet, it's hard to say nonsense."
Zhou Zhen was furious when he saw Liu Weihong's pretentious look. He grabbed Liu Weihong's collar and shouted:
"Don't fucking pretend to me here! Do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? Say what you have to say!"
Zhou Zhen knew in his heart that Liu Weihong was a sanctimonious villain. Every time he released a dungeon, he would deceive his members, but this was nothing. They, the key members who led people through the dungeon, had a hard time, so it was natural for them to get some profit from it. Of course, he, Zhou Zhen, has done these things a lot.
But Liu Weihong couldn't bear to have his plans set on him. Do you think he, Zhou Zhen, is a vegetarian?
"Oh, oh, ok, ok, why are you so angry? I'm telling you, it's okay." Liu Weihong pulled his collar back. He seemed to have long been used to Zhou Zhen's flammable and irritable character. After all, if people are right and wrong, It's the fault of people if their brains are careless.
Liu Weihong: "But let me tell you first, I really haven't quite figured it out yet. I can only tell you a few of my thoughts."
"Do not talk nonsense!"
"Okay, okay." Liu Weihong slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and then curled his fingers towards Zhou Zhen.
Zhou Zhen frowned in annoyance: "What are you doing?"
"Borrow a fire."
"Where's your own lighter?"
"Haha..." Liu Weihong seemed to have heard something funny, and there was an undisguised sarcasm on his lips:
"It seems that you really don't know anything, and you don't know how you became a key member. Haven't you noticed that the things you bring have become less?"
