"You also think eye-dotting is a big pitfall, right?" Du Moyu subconsciously thought.
Jiang Cheng shook his head, "It has nothing to do with dotting the eyes. Didn't you pay attention to what the clock watcher just said? He only mentioned the red paint used to paint the nails of the female paper figurines. Did he also mention what to use to paint the eyes of the male paper figurines?"
Du Moyu's memory was pretty good. After recalling it, he admitted: "Indeed, he didn't mention it at all."
In this kind of mission, NPCs will not make such low-level mistakes, so the only explanation is that they cannot give the paper man a dot.
"So...so we can only choose to...paint the nails of the paper girl." Because of his profession, Du Moyu's brainstorming ability is as good as Fatty's. In the dark room, he imagined himself Squatting down and carefully painting the nails of a paper girl with bright red nails.
There were all kinds of paper figures around him, and then he looked up inadvertently. The female paper figure was tilting her neck and looking at him affectionately... Oh, this picture is so exciting!
Du Moyu has never painted nail polish on his girlfriend.
Du Moyu seemed to have thought of something, and said quickly: "Mr. Jiang, when we went to that room during the day, I noticed that the feet of the paper man were dirty, with grass and mud stuck to them."
Jiang Cheng nodded, "Yes, I also noticed that these paper figures should be the ones who went to the mourning hall last night to carry the coffin and left footprints."
"So if we accidentally pick out these paper figures this time, we will be dead." Du Moyu's face was a little solemn.
After a moment, Du Moyu said quickly: "I have a suggestion, let's pick the hanging paper figures. We can see the feet of these paper figures. Pick the ones with clean feet, the female paper figures with clean feet!"
Du Moyu's suggestion was generally in the right direction, but Jiang Cheng still frowned, "What you said makes sense, but I don't think things are that simple. There might be something sneaky mixed into those paper girls with clean feet. "
"Let's take it one step at a time." Du Moyu encouraged himself, "Anyway, the two of us are not the first to go."
Jiang Cheng looked at Du Moyu when he heard this, "How do you know?"
"Didn't you see the red line on the lottery?" Du Moyu was a little surprised, "There is a scale on the red line, and everyone's is different. I think the one with the highest scale goes first."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng took out the lot he drew during the day and took a closer look. He found that there was indeed a row of inconspicuous markings on the side of the lot.
And his scale corresponds to the 3 position.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng's heart skipped a beat. Oops, he was negligent.
He was still thinking about the order in which each of them went at the beginning of the third watch, and why the watcher didn't reveal it.
"Not bad." Jiang Cheng's face remained calm and he looked at Du Moyu with a mysterious look of relief. "My observation skills are quite passable, and what you should write is barely passable. When you go out, I will give you a rocket."
Du Moyu scratched his head in embarrassment and reminded in a low voice: "We are not called Rockets, we are called Alliance Leaders."
"They're all the same." Jiang Cheng ignored the topic and asked, "Which one are you going to go to?"
Du Moyu took out his lottery ticket and showed it to Jiang Cheng: "I am fifth and last."
"The last one feels more dangerous, so be more careful." Jiang Cheng thought of what happened to Pang Xiaofeng last night. If Yu Chengmu hadn't interfered, the last person who died would have been A Biao.
"Thank you for your concern." Du Moyu shrugged, "I am confident that I will survive."
"By the way, I also saw their order. Zhang Junyu was the first, A Biao was the second. As for Zhou Qing, he was too far away from me and I didn't see him." Du Moyu was a little regretful.
Jiang Cheng reached out and patted Du Moyu on the shoulder, "Brother, Zhou Qing is the fourth."
"Did you see it?" Du Moyu was a little surprised.
Jiang Cheng pondered for a moment and decided that it would be better not to hit him. He was not stupid, but his mind was too simple and confused. "So be it." Jiang Cheng responded.
The two discussed tonight's paper man task for some time, and two core issues were highlighted by them.
The first is the missing woman that Jiang Cheng misses so much, shopkeeper Zhou's wife.
According to the village chief, they searched the entire village but could not find the woman, not even in the river. The village chief and the man who led the way were intentionally or unintentionally infiltrating the fact that the woman was at home.
Knowing that their target tonight was a paper girl, the ominous premonition in Jiang Cheng's heart became more prominent.
The second is the cautionary candle that drifted over after the watchman left.
During their entire conversation, the watchman did not mention anything related to fire. Before leaving, he suddenly said this, which made people confused.
Could it be that tonight they will encounter something or a situation related to Huo Zhu?
As the night progressed, Du Moyu saw that Jiang Cheng was a little tired, so he asked him to rest peacefully while he kept watch.
Jiang Cheng declined his kindness. Du Moyu was not a fat man, so he couldn't trust him.
Time passed by, and Du Moyu was bored, walking around the room and moving some things from time to time.
Jiang Cheng asked him what he was doing, and Du Moyu rubbed his nose in embarrassment, and replied that he was accumulating material, and that many of his inspirations for supernatural powers came from tasks. This is also the reason why many readers continue to read, because Real enough.
As he was talking, the sound of banging a wooden clapper sounded, as if coming from a very far away place. The sound was not only unclear, but also had a dying smell.
It also adds a dangerous undertone to tonight's mission map.
Jiang Cheng looked at the door and whispered, "Zhang Junyu is about to start."
"Open the door to hell, there will be death or no life!" Du Moyu cursed viciously, but he still remembered what happened to Pang Xiaofeng.
On the other side, Zhang Junyu, who heard the sound of bangs, took a deep breath, opened the door, glanced at the house where Jiang Cheng was located, then turned and walked towards the papermaker's house that he remembered during the day.
The night was dark, and there was an unusual silence in the whole village.
There were no birds chirping or the mournful chirping of autumn insects, and everyone in the village seemed to be dead.
Zhang Junyu suddenly had an unfounded guess as to whether everyone in the village was really dead. The villagers he saw during the day were actually paper figures.
At night, when the villagers return home, the real body of the paper man will be revealed.
"Da da da."
He walked stiffly along the dirt road in the village.
When he arrived at the door of the papermaker's house, a faint light shone in front of his feet.
It's the Bagua mirror.
Zhang Junyu took a deep breath, cleared his distracting thoughts, and stepped through the door.
Although he had been here during the day, Zhang Junyu still simply walked around the house first, sharpening his knife and chopping firewood. He also thought about the problem that Jiang Cheng thought of, that the missing woman had not yet been found.
Who knows if she will come back, but now she is hiding in the house.
What Zhang Junyu was even more worried about was whether the woman at this moment was still a human being.
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