Chu Muye took a deep breath, and then looked around in front of him. Because of the presence of the weird old woman, he could only glance at the surroundings when he was teleported.
As expected, the mourning hall was hung with white cloths, candles were lit and flickered, and the sacrifices were very simple, with only a plate of white pears and a plate of white cakes.
There was a black coffin placed in the center of the mourning hall, and a posthumous photo stood on top of the coffin. In the photo, Zhang Qiang was looking at Chu Muye quietly.
Zhang Qiang is a man with thin cheeks and a slender hooked nose. His hair is not very thick and sparsely rests on his forehead.
Perhaps it was because of the posthumous photo, but the gray tone made Chu Muye feel that the man's eyes were quite similar to the old woman in front of him, and they both gave off a lifeless look.
Chu Muye looked at him for a while and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect your nickname was really Xiaoqiang. When your mother said you were stabbed to death and poisoned, I thought you were Xiaoqiang who couldn't be beaten to death. "
[I feel it, this anchor’s brain circuit seems to be different from ordinary people...]
[Hahahaha, anchor, wait patiently. Brother Qiang will come to you to talk about life in a while, but don’t faint from fear. 】
[By the way, there are quite a lot of people in this newcomer's live broadcast room. Are everyone here to watch how the anchor died? 】
[Actually, I'm quite curious about the anchor's special abilities. Maybe if he has better abilities, escaping from Tianhe Village can be regarded as saving his life. 】
[There are many people in the live broadcast room because this copy is a copy of Tianhe Village, otherwise there would be so many people watching. 】
[I want to know what the anchor plans to do next. 】
[Staying vigil in the mourning hall is the most conservative thing. Although Brother Qiang will show up later to chat with the players about life, Brother Qiang will not hurt the players. If he leaves the mourning hall, tsk tsk. 】
[The anchor is quite lucky. The first night is refreshed in the mourning hall. Players refreshed in other places are not sure what will happen. 】
[Honestly, don’t you think the anchor’s popularity in the live broadcast room is because of his piggy pajamas? ...It makes me want to do a whole thing. 】
[Go to the Points Mall to see if the same model is available. 】
Chu Muye suddenly remembered that he had a mobile phone in his pajamas pocket, so he slowly took it out and turned on the phone screen.
Unsurprisingly no signal.
However, Chu Muye could tell what time it was through his mobile phone.
22:30
Just when he was about to turn off the phone, Chu Muye remembered the brief summary of the game mentioned earlier, so he opened the call history of the phone. As expected, several unfamiliar call records appeared on the phone.
The most recent call record was at six o'clock in the afternoon. It was nearing the evening. It should be a call from his detective boss.
The second to last call came at four o'clock in the morning today. It should be Zhang Qiang's mother, the old woman in front of him, telling him that Zhang Qiang was dead.
The further one should be the phone call he made to Zhang Qiang at 9:10 yesterday morning, but the call showed that he and Zhang Qiang chatted for almost three minutes.
Chu Muye stared at these three call records for a while.
[I have always wanted to know the use of these three call records... Some players have brought their mobile phones to the mourning hall before, but no matter which phone number they called back, there was a busy tone. 】
[Mobile phones are of no use in thriller games. You can’t call the police. If you call the police, they will probably be the police in thriller games. 】
[Laughs. 】
[This reminds me of a dungeon I had before. I am a new player. He found out that he had entered a thriller game and was frightened. Then he found that his phone was still with him and chose to call the police. In the end, he was taken away by the police of the thriller game. When he left, he thanked her innocently. 】
[Help, I also remembered. The ending of the new player was particularly tragic and disgusting... I was lucky enough to watch the live broadcast before it was blocked. I didn't eat anything for three days. 】
[Anchor, you must calm down. Let’s stay in the mourning hall. When the time comes, we can just talk about the stars and the moon with Brother Qiang. Don’t get distracted. 】
Chu Muye stretched out his finger and clicked on the favorites folder on his phone that specifically stores call recording files.
He had specially set up the call recording on his mobile phone a long time ago.
Chu Muye saw three new call recording files in his favorites at a glance.
So he sat down cross-legged and clicked on the first call recording file.
First there was a rustling sound, and then a sound as bright as a bell sounded.
"Well, the bureau has already held a meeting and decided to let you investigate secretly first. Anyway, didn't you happen to be attending Zhang Qiang's funeral in Tianhe Village? I'll give you two days. You must call me back at the same time two days later. …”
The middle-aged man's voice stopped abruptly along with the rustling in the background.
Chu Muye continued to click on the second item.
This time it wasn't rustling, but the sound of something crashing and breaking, followed by the old woman's low sobs.
"...Are you Xiaoqiang's friend? Xiaoqiang unfortunately encountered a mountain disaster on his way back to Tianhe Village two days ago. Today is his funeral. Do you want to come to attend?"
Chu Muye calmly clicked on the third item.
The sound of crackling firecrackers came from the background of the third call, and then Zhang Qiang's voice came over.
"What are you talking about, brother, the firecrackers were too loud, I can't hear you clearly... Oh, oh, a few young people in our village drank too much last night, and then played truth or dare, this is not me If you lose, I’ll play a prank on you, I’m fine, don’t worry.”
Chu Muye turned off his phone.
Now based on these three call records, he can be regarded as knowing a lot of obvious clues. As for the clues hidden in them, he probably has to go to the village to prove it.
At the moment, Chu Muye knew very well that among the two tasks issued by the dungeon, the most important one should be task two.
The lack of rating is actually secondary. If he didn't escape Tianhe Village after seven days, what would greet him would probably be more painful than death.
Chu Muye fell into deep thought. He did not expect that his live broadcast room was causing an uproar at this moment.
[No, brothers, does anyone understand this anchor's approach? 】
【I did not understand. 】
[I got it, let’s play upstairs. I can only say that this anchor’s mentality is very stable. Even if he learned that he had entered a thriller game, he did not panic at all. 】
[...I suddenly became a little curious about what this anchor did before entering the thriller game. It feels like someone who has been through a big scene. 】
[Holy shit, shit, the next door is crazy. 】
[Which next door. 】
[Which one is next door? Damn it. 】
[Holy crap, is that new player a monster? He actually slaughtered all four members of the Li family!? 】
