Hong You felt extremely desperate at this moment.
She hates, she is angry, she is afraid.
In the Blood Gate, most of the NPCs and enemies were manipulated by her until they had no bones left. How could she ever be in such a passive situation?
Ning Qiushui accurately grasped a weakness that she could not avoid - fear of death.
If she didn't help and cooperate with Ning Qiushui, then she would rot and die after struggling for a few days just like Ning Qiushui said.
Chu Zhu has lost all his heart. Compared with Chen Shouxi, he no longer has any "chips" in his hand.
If you follow such a person, you can only wait for death.
Hong You had already learned from Wu Wen that anyone with blood on their hands would begin to rot and their survival time would only be five days at most.
In other words...all the Tricksters have begun to rot.
She had an emotional breakdown due to fear before, and planned to kill another Alok, so she died faster than others.
Others can live for five days, but she may only live for four days... or even three days.
Can she not be anxious?
She doesn't want to die.
As long as Ning Qiu Shui doesn't personally admit that he is lying, even if there is still a little hope, she will not give up, and she will willingly be controlled by Ning Qiu Shui as a puppet.
"Ning Qiushui...I want...you to die!!"
Hong You held his head in his hands and twisted it into a strange shape on the ground, his eyes extremely vicious.
…
At the entrance of the Ice Wolf Hotel, Ning Qiushui put the ice bag into the trunk of the car, and then drove away from the hotel. He circled around and came to the rear perimeter of the hotel. He looked at a man standing on the lawn downstairs. His eyes were fixed on a certain room on the third floor.
He is the only one here.
It seemed that the other tricksters were already in a stalemate with Li Gui in the elevator.
They all have ghost weapons on their bodies and are unlikely to die, but they are delayed.
Didi——
The car's horn sounded from outside the steel fence, and Chu Zhu, who raised his head, subconsciously glanced sideways.
The car window rolled down, and a face wearing a mask appeared in front of him.
"Sir, do you need help?"
Hearing this voice, Chu Zhu's pupils shrank suddenly.
How could he not remember this voice?
The man in front of him was the "pot" who disguised himself as a cleaner and entered his room to get his heart!
Clenching his fists, Chu Zhu rushed towards the iron fence, grabbed the iron rod with both hands, and roared:
"Bastard thing!"
"Do you think you are handsome?"
"Do you think you won?"
"Stop being jealous!"
Ning Qiushui said:
"Looking at how embarrassed you are, let me give you a hint... the corpse stitcher you saw that day was actually a bastard."
"He lied to all of you."
"If you don't kill people on the first day, your bodies won't rot."
After a pause, he raised his eyes slightly:
"Second, it is it that needs the heart, not the person you are looking for."
Hearing this, Chu Zhu barely suppressed the anger in his heart.
"I think I'll take your word for it?"
Ning Qiushui smiled slightly.
"Whether you believe it or not is your business and has nothing to do with me. I'm telling you this... just because I don't like that corpse stitcher."
"Because he cheated on me too."
"That's all."
After saying that, he drove away directly, leaving Chu Zhu with a look of exhaust fumes and confusion.
…
On the street, Ning Qiushui didn't feel relaxed at all after getting the heart.
The moment he got the heart, he had a more terrifying suspicion in his heart.
Perhaps... everything he saw from the moment he entered this door to now was what the "man behind the scenes" wanted him to see.
"There can't be one more person... Is that guy named Sun Xuan the 'man behind the scenes', or is there someone else..."
Ning Qiushui kept driving until he parked next to the police station in Dusk Town. After stopping the car, he subconsciously lit a cigarette.
Inside the car, smoke filled the air.
There are plenty of ice packs in the trunk, and it won't be able to melt for a while.
"What kind of role is Zhao Er?"
"Whether he has already appeared, it's just that his appearance and voice have changed, so I didn't recognize him..."
Ning Qiushui's eyes were dark.
"Is Zhao Er a 'pot'?"
"Is Zhao Er the 17th corpse to disappear?"
"Or am I wrong from the beginning?"
"Where did the 17th missing body go?"
"Zhao Er must be a very important and key figure in this door. In what capacity does he appear?"
Ning Qiushui pinched her Jingming point with a headache.
At this moment, he was more like a trapped beast in a cage.
He had confirmed with Hong You once before that the tricksters had indeed killed 17 people after entering the bloody door.
In other words, the 17th body is indeed missing.
I just don’t know if he ran away or if someone took it away.
Different from the previous Blood Gate, in this Blood Gate, Ning Qiushui got too much information, but it made her vision even more unclear. Everything in front of her eyes was filled with fog.
It gets dark quickly.
A familiar figure slowly walked out of the police station.
Wearing a windbreaker and a gentleman's hat, he stood under the dim streetlight.
From a distance, it looks a bit vicissitudes of life.
This middle-aged man is Fang Shan, and he seems to be waiting for the bus.
Ning Qiushui drove up to him and honked the horn twice.
The two looked at each other, Fang Shan opened the car door and got in Ning Qiushui's passenger seat.
"Any new clues?"
Fang Shan asked.
Ning Qiushui took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Fang Shan. He tapped the end with his finger and half of the cigarette slipped out. Fang Shan did not refuse and directly took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it.
"I want to talk to you, but the fog in front of me is too heavy and I can't see clearly."
Fang Shan smiled, pressed down the car window, and blew out a puff of smoke.
"What didn't you see clearly?"
Sailor Ning Qiu turned the steering wheel and walked slowly on the street without any purpose.
"One more person."
"who?"
"Sun Falcon."
"who is he?"
"A...marginal person."
Ning Qiushui told him about this person, and Fang Shan was thoughtful.
"He is not in the Corpse Sewer's Bureau."
Ning Qiushui's eyes were calm and profound:
"So... I suspect that the corpse stitcher may be in his 'bureau'."
PS: Good night.
