MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 32 (1)

Under Jingcha's annoyed but compulsively patient gaze, Chi Yiyin guided the driver uncle to tell the situation in the town.

This small town, which is 100 kilometers away from Lianping Snow Mountain, is the only place where human life gathers in the entire area. The population of the small town is only tens of thousands, and life is leisurely and slow.

The initial location where players enter the dungeon will randomly appear in the town and the periphery of the town.

They need to find out the location of the Snow Mountain Hotel from the residents of the small town, and find a way to get there by themselves.

The driver also met Jingcha in this situation. He thought that Jingcha was a tourist who came looking for novel and exciting experiences after hearing about the invitation letter incident.

As the "pope", Jingcha is well-known on the morning star list, but he is not the one who is short of money. His solution to the journey is simple and rude. He directly throws a bag of gold to the driver and asks the driver to drop him off at the Snow Mountain Hotel.

Even when other players were shivering in the cold wind, Jingcha had a full meal at the driver's house before Shi Shiran went out.

Chi Yiyin smiled when he heard the driver talk about Jing Cha Zui Tiao and that the broth he made was not tasty.

It seems that although he didn't enter the temporary residence area, the system still made a small "compensation", allowing him to be on the car to the hotel from the moment he opened his eyes, without him needing to worry about the issue of arrival.

— though the driver of his jeep is a huge problem in itself, and could even be killed by the driver and hooded passenger teaming up if he isn't caught in time.

Chi Yiyin smiled silently, feeling that when facing the system, he really couldn't relax for a minute.

Jingcha glanced at the driver's back unhappily, feeling that he had ruined her tall image.

If you want the enemy to fear you, how can you leave a picky eater who sounds like a child?

Because of the extremely cold weather, the town has eight months of winter a year, and the door is often closed by heavy snow, resulting in very little communication between the town and the outside world, and it is all self-sufficient.

Even if there are tourists rushing to Lianping Snow Mountain in winter, it is like a stone thrown into the sea, which cannot stir up splashes in the small town.

"When I was young, many people came here for vacation and tourism every winter. I'm not bragging. At that time, many rich families had vacation villas on the mountain. I followed my father to deliver cooked meat to those villas. Tsk Tsk tsk, that's a luxury."

When the uncle talked about the past, he looked very nostalgic.

"But very few people come here now."

Chi Yiyin realized from the driver's uncle's reminiscing tone that he knew about the invitation letter back then, so he deliberately said: "How many years has it been? Since that incident."

The off-road vehicle tilted a bit, and during the bumps, Chi Yiyin saw the uncle's dazed expression from the rearview mirror.

After a long while, the uncle sighed slowly: "Yeah, it's been many years... I haven't seen such a bustling scene for seventeen years. You young people, you have never seen a small town before winter. Does it look like festooned lights?"

"My son Peter was not born at that time, and I was still delivering goods with my father. Now my son is almost the same age as I was then, and I am almost retiring."

The always cheerful uncle smiled wryly and shook his head: "Maybe I won't see the town flourish again before I die."

Chi Yiyin could see that the invitation letter incident had hurt the uncle a lot, but the time the uncle mentioned made him frown.

Seventeen years?

If calculated according to the age of the uncle's son, the son should be seventeen years old at the most, and the uncle was just an adult at the time. If the sum is added up, the uncle is less than forty this year... Not to mention that it is a bit early to talk about retirement. The uncle doesn't seem to be the right age either.

According to what my uncle said before, they are the only deli meat shop in the town. The family business has been passed down for several generations, and they supply deli meat for the whole town and the Snow Mountain Hotel. They are not rich but they are not afraid of starvation.

That being the case, why is the uncle in such a hurry to retire?

Chi Yiyin put his doubts in his heart for the time being, and did not ask rashly.

After all, as soon as the town enters winter, it will usher in a very short sunshine time, less than four hours a day, and there are no entertainment activities in the town and because of the cold, it is impossible to go out for a long time. In this case, it is possible for people to lose their judgment on time. of.

What's more, the uncle works in this environment, fatigue and wind and frost will make him look older.

The uncle was still rambling about recalling the appearance of the previous travel seasons, Jingcha rolled his eyes when he heard it, impatiently wanting to kill the uncle directly.

But Chi Yiyin noticed the movement when he raised his hand, and directly pressed the hand he was about to stick out of the sweater pocket again.

Jing Cha frowned and looked at him: Are you sick?

Chi Yiyin smiled: I heard that the "Pope" only kills those who attack him actively, and is best at playing tricks on people's hearts. But I have never heard that the "Pope" is the kind of "butcher" who kills people without style.

Beijing Tea: ...

Chi Yiyin's compliment was caught off guard, and the meaning was almost blatantly saying "The Pope has a style of death, I admire him very much", which made Jingcha unprepared and didn't know how to answer.

Deny it, but the enemy you recognize is praising you, agree with it, then you can't shoot at will...

For a moment, Jingcha was a little hesitant, but he let go of the hand that was about to reach out to the driver.

Chi Yiyin smiled slightly, and pulled out the black rabbit whose ears had protruded from the pocket of the sweater, and carried it into his palm.

—He hid his cold hands outside under the black rabbit's furry belly.

Warm your hands.

The drowsy rabbit was shocked by the ice, and stared at Chi Yiyin with red eyes in disbelief, as if looking at a demon.

The bunny is so cute, you actually warm your hands with a bunny!

But no matter how the black rabbit looked at Jingcha, Jingcha didn't pay attention to it, and was still thinking about Chi Yiyin's compliment that seemed completely innocent, even the rabbit in his pocket I didn't care about being taken away.

Someone before the live broadcast: "Puff!! Cough cough cough..."

He stared at the hesitant Jingcha on the screen in a daze, and even wondered for a moment whether Jingcha was possessed by a demon.

"This little ancestor also has this side???"

He looked at Chi Yiyin with admiration, then took a deep breath, and solemnly paid attention.

—What is one thing down one thing?

Immediately, a red notification scrolled on the live broadcast room: [A-level survivor Red pays attention to the live broadcast room, congratulations to the host for getting the achievement "First Hearing His Name"! 】

[The host will get a one-hour recommendation for senior survivors, please keep up the good work! 】

Everyone in the live broadcast room: [? ? ? ]

[Holy shit... There are A-level players paying attention to the anchor? This level has really been played in his own small circle, and he rarely pays attention to the outside world, let alone the anchor who has only tens of thousands of followers. ]

[Live A-level players! This is an existence that is as rare as the number of A-level dungeons in the legend, and it is alive! ]

[In our opinion, the anchor is already very powerful, but to be honest, in the eyes of a real A-level, the anchor may be just an ant that is trampled to death at will. Unexpectedly, the elephant really saw the ants. ]

[Grass, I said before that the anchor is a rookie, you come out, come on, tell me, A-level will pay attention to a rookie? ? ]

[In fact, the anchor is simply the "Pope"...]

There was a commotion in the live broadcast room, but the man looked at the rabbit whose ear was grabbed by Chi Yiyin, and couldn't explain it. He always had the impression that the rabbit was the little ancestor.

——They were all grabbed by the ear by the devil and couldn't run away.

Chi Yiyin was leisurely, and was still guiding the driver to talk about the details of the invitation letter incident.

"I haven't seen such a grand occasion, it's really a pity, master, can you say more? I'm curious about what it was like back then."

"However, is the invitation letter incident so terrible? It actually made everyone stop traveling."

The uncle smiled wryly and shook his head: "Don't talk about tourists, if it weren't for my ancestors who lived here for generations and got used to not wanting to leave, I wouldn't dare to be here."

In the uncle's memory, the first invitation letter incident happened seventeen years ago. At that time, the inspector of the town was his neighbor.

The town is located in a remote corner and is extremely closed, but almost everyone in the town knows each other, which also makes the town's law and order very good, and the doors are not closed at night and the roads are not picked up.

Therefore, when the first grisly corpse appeared, it caused a great commotion in the small town. The news spread so fast that everyone was shocked.

You know, the worst case in the town before this was the drunkard John smashing the glass in the shopping street.

The residents who had never seen such a horrific death were stunned, and the inspector was too busy, talking about the death everywhere, and the people in the town were panicked.

At that time, the young driver helped his father run errands, delivered cooked meat to the inspector, and saw the autopsy report on the inspector's desk.

The dead man's head was smashed to pieces with a blunt instrument. Even the hardest skull was smashed to pieces, without a single intact bone, and the eyeballs and facial features were smashed into a ball.

The coroner wouldn't even be able to identify the deceased if it wasn't for the fact that the deceased was so intact, died in his own home and wore identifying clothing.

The coroner said in the report that this was not a human-achievable strength at all, and the skull was broken like it was crushed by a machine. He even suspected that the smashing of the skull was not a blunt weapon, it was done by the devil, and only the devil could do such a cruel thing.

"What about you, do you believe in the theory of demons?"

Chi Yiyin asked the uncle back.

The uncle did not immediately deny his statement, but just buried himself in the car.

After a long time, he smiled wryly: "If there is a god, then there must be demons, right? Whether it exists or not does not depend on whether I believe it or not."

Since the first death, the invitation will reappear every early winter.

People's memory is like waking up from a deep sleep. The tragic events of the whole summer have been forgotten, and they come back to their minds again, making them recall the tragic events of the previous year.

No one knows the rules of who is invited in the invitation letter.

Sometimes they are respected old people in the small town, and they never do evil to others. Some are the most ordinary residents in the town, and some are tourists who come to visit.

Even the graves of the new mourners had received invitation letters. When the family members found out and opened the coffins, they saw that even the dead were not spared, and their heads were smashed to pieces.

Whether it is occupation, status or other factors, the victim cannot see what the perpetrator's purpose is.

As long as they are within the scope of the town, anyone can receive the invitation letter.

Maybe the next person to die is himself.

"You don't have that theory, ah, let me think about it... yes, killing people randomly."

The driver smiled wryly and shook his head, and said: "Maybe the person who sent the invitation letter was just doing it for fun, and there is no rule or purpose at all. Boy, if you just talk about this situation, who would dare to travel?"

"Since then, there have been no guests at the Snow Mountain Hotel for a long time. It is still there because the town is afraid that if the hotel is demolished, the assailant will make the whole town suffer in a fit of anger."

Chi Yiyin listened silently.

He knew that the successive years of deaths had completely wiped out the courage of the town's residents. Watching the death happen, but they couldn't find the murderer anyway, which made them shrink from the initial anger to the current fear.

He will die regardless of whether he attends the appointment or not.

Eleven people every year is already equivalent to the sacrifice of the small town to the snow-capped mountains, and the death of eleven unlucky people is exchanged for the peace of the next year.

The town lived in silence and laissez-faire.

Only now, the people going to die have changed from small town residents to players entering the instance.

"And after that? What happened after that?"

Chi Yiyin asked: "Didn't the detective find anything from the corpse back then?"

After all, in the story told by the rock man, the inspector is a very key character, it was he who delivered the news to the outside world, and then died strangely.

After the detective died, no one from outside the town came to investigate? Or did something else happen to bring the investigation to a close.

The driver shook his head and apologized: "Those are too old for me. I'm getting old and I can't remember them clearly. I need to spend time thinking about them."

Chi Yiyin wanted to ask something else, but saw the driver smiling and pointing to the front: "Nuo, the Snow Mountain Hotel you are going to is here."

When Chi Yiyin looked up, he saw the majestic snow-capped mountains impacting the field of vision, and the majestic beauty shocked the soul. There was only pure white in the world, and there was no sound.

It seems that no matter what sins, they can be forgiven here.

This is the closest place to God, and prayers and prayers can be heard by God.

Even Chi Yiyin, who had traveled countless distances, was stunned by the beauty of the snow-capped mountains.

He seemed to suddenly be able to understand the tourists who had come here despite the severe cold of minus 40 degrees in the past.

This is a grand sight that belongs to the world. If you have never seen it, you will be full of regrets when you die.

As his eyes moved down, Chi Yiyin saw a few spots of black in the pure white in front of him.

And the three-story wooden building that appeared not far away, and the smoke rising from the small wooden building.

It seemed that someone had already arrived at the Snow Mountain Hotel before them.

The off-road vehicle stopped slowly in the cleared space of the small wooden building. The driver opened the door first. Before getting out of the car, he kindly helped them guide the way and told them that they could find the proprietress on the first floor directly. Fireplace for warmth.

"Of course, if she's asleep, don't wake her up."

The driver laughed and said, "She is very angry when she wakes up. Maybe she will get angry with you and won't assign you a room."

The rocker man was amused by the face, and the driver let everyone go at their own pace. He wanted to unload the cooked meat from the trunk and send it to the kitchen behind.

"It is estimated that the lady boss asked me to deliver these meats because she saw your reservation."

The driver patted the big box of meat and said with a smile: "Boys, this is your food for a while. If you can leave here and go back to town, come to my house and I will cook you a good meal. "

Chi Yiyin nodded with a polite smile, and got out of the car first.

He didn't rush into the hotel, but checked the tire tracks on the ground and the parked cars.

Although the snow makes transportation very inconvenient, it has another advantage.

—As long as someone walks by and does something, they will leave marks on the snow.

There were three cars that arrived one step ahead of them, and the one that caught Chi Yiyin's attention the most was the yellow engineering car.

It seems that either the players have their own different initial identities, someone was assigned to the status of a maintenance worker in a small town, or the players really took a lot of effort to show their talents in order to rush to the hotel.

Chi Yiyin was not surprised that someone arrived first.

After all, their jeep had an accident on the way, which delayed their time. Jingcha was even more unhurried, and set off after eating at the driver's house.

There must be impatient players who want to be the first to arrive, which means a huge advantage, and can even tamper with the hotel before everyone else.

Chi Yiyin believed that he was not the only one who discovered the hidden problem of this dungeon.

This is by no means a bodhisattva who gave away points. Just looking at what happened in the small town over the years, it is almost like sending a life to a Rakshasa.

Instead of moving rashly, he paused beside the tire marks, and stretched out his hand to measure the snow depth of different tire marks. This means that the weight of each car can allow him to roughly estimate the number of passengers in each car, Also beware that someone has prepared large equipment.

Especially in the case of the engineering vehicle full of tools for comparison, the snow depth of another vehicle that is one centimeter deeper than the engineering vehicle has already explained the problem.

Chi Yiyin looked at the tire marks of that car, and found that the car was so old that it could be scrapped directly. The car was covered with dust, and it was driven out of an abandoned garage.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so heavy.

He frowned, he didn't expect that his preventive observation would actually find something wrong.

"Boss, what are you doing here?"

The rock boy approached with sausage-like curiosity, and squatted beside Chi Yiyin to take a closer look: "Boss, have you never seen snow before, that's why you're so excited?"

"Hahaha, don't be shy. I understand. When I first came to this dungeon, I rolled wildly in the snow. I almost froze to death with no experience. He saved my life by dragging me out..."

As he said that, the rock boy suddenly got stuck. He blinked, looked at the snow under his feet, and said "huh?" inexplicably.

Then he shook his head and muttered: "It's all because there are too many materials in this dungeon, it makes me look stupid."

When the rock and roll man came over, he stabbed vigorously, kicking away the remaining tire marks on the ground.

Fortunately, Chi Yiyin had already got the clues she wanted, so she didn't care. Instead, he was attracted by the sudden smell of sausage on the rocker's body, turned his head and saw that the rocker's body was wrapped in an oily cotton jacket.

Although ugly, but at least keep warm, so that he will not be frozen into an ice sculpture in minus 40 degrees.

Chi Yiyin turned around and looked at the driver who was carrying the box to the back of the small wooden building, and he knew it.

It seems that he is asking for the clothes that the driver used to wrap the box. It smells like sausages... It is really delicious. No wonder the driver's delicacy has been open for so long.

Seeing Chi Yiyin's eyes, the rock boy smiled and said, "I put all my clothes in the suitcase. When the jeep exploded, I didn't even leave half of my trousers and forks. Fortunately, the driver is afraid that the meat will freeze." , took a piece of clothing and wrapped the box up. It took me a lot of hard work before I asked him to sell it to me."

"How about it, boss, do I look good in it?"

As he said that, the rock-and-roll man turned around in front of Chi Yiyin happily, holding the hem of the padded jacket like a princess holding a princess skirt, but only hot eyes remained.

Chi Yiyin: "...um."

He gave his evaluation pertinently: "You seem to belong to a rich family."

Can afford meat.

Jingcha: "Pfft!"

Jingcha understood what Chi Yiyin hadn't finished saying, but the rock man didn't understand, he was still humming happily, curious to see what Chi Yiyin was doing.

The flower-armed man looked gloomy. After getting off the car, he saw the scene where Chi Yiyin and Jingcha were getting along harmoniously, and then walked straight to the small wooden building.

He was only wearing a pair of tight half-sleeves, and he was probably so cold that he was about to lose consciousness.

—The flower-armed man is not as calm as Chi Yiyin, he is as calm as the master. After getting in the car, he not only covered himself with a blanket, but also held the Tutu hand warmer.

Not to mention that Chi Yiyin was still wearing a standard coat, which allowed him to recover his body temperature quickly.

But the flower-armed man was getting colder and colder as he sat in the car, wondering if he was going to freeze to death here.

The same car has different fate, the gap between people...so big that people can't even feel jealous, they just want to walk around these powerful monster players as much as possible.

The door of the small wooden building opened and closed, Chi Yiyin moved his ears, and heard the creaking sound of the wooden door.

But he didn't care. Instead, he walked towards the parked cars and looked around the car body.

Through the car glass, he saw that the other seats on the construction vehicle were full of debris, and there should be only the main driver.

And in the dilapidated vehicle that caught his attention most, three disposable teacups were thrown up and down, and the sundries on the back seat were swept to the other corner.

It appears there were three people in the car.

There were five people in three cars, plus the four of them, nine people should have arrived at the hotel, and there were eleven invitations, and two people hadn't arrived yet.

Chi Yiyin raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

Although the system has never prompted the arrival time, judging from Chi Yiyin's understanding of the system, there should be a timeline for elimination if they fail to arrive after the due date, but the system did not mention it in advance.

He glanced at the distance where he was driving, and Bai Xue couldn't see anything clearly.

Without road signs and reference objects, it is easy for people to lose their way in this environment. And such a result is fatal in the snow field. When the gasoline and food are exhausted, it is when the lost person dies.

"Hey."

Jingcha blocked Chi Yiyin's sight unhappily, and stretched out his hand to him with a worried expression: "Where is my rabbit?"

After Jingcha regained consciousness, he realized that the rabbit he had been holding in his pocket to warm his hands before had disappeared.

But in Chi Yiyin's palm, there was a black rabbit, which was screaming pitifully, as if it had been abused.

Silver-gray hair fell beside Chi Yiyin's ears, and he lowered his eyes to Jingcha, who was a head shorter than him.

When he lowered his eyelashes, it was like thin snow falling on the surface of a blue lake. Those eyes were unfathomable, but they added a bit of quiet sadness, full of mysterious bewilderment.

Mingming Chi Yiyin was wearing a black and crisp standard coat, which made him more tall and slender, and the sense of power to control power was vividly reflected in him.

But it happens that such a dangerous person is holding a rabbit in his hand...

Jingcha's gaze slowly fell, and hesitantly looked at the black rabbit in Chi Yiyin's palm.

The rabbit's red eyes were looking at him with tears in his eyes, like a poor little man who had been wronged, and asked the owner to rescue it from its claws.

But Jingcha looked at the rabbit, and then at the smiling Chi Yiyin: "..."

"never mind."

Jingcha snorted, and a new rabbit appeared in his sweater pocket. He withdrew his hand, covered his hands with the new rabbit, and emphasized emphatically before turning around: "This rabbit is also charged to your account, and you will be doubled when the time comes." Pay it back."

Chi Yiyin raised her eyebrows, smiled calmly, and didn't care about Jingcha's harsh words at all.

Rabbit was stunned.

It stared blankly at the new rabbit in Jingcha's hand, then looked at Jingcha again, and cried even more fiercely, like a poor little abandoned by a heartless man.

Chi Yiyin was amused, he curled his fingers and licked the long ears of the rabbit, with a bit of a mentality of watching the fun and not taking too much trouble, and said coolly: "You don't think you are his little boy?" Cute, right?"

"He has tens of thousands of rabbits like you."

After a pause, Chi Yiyin added: "Without you, he has tens of thousands of substitutes, and tomorrow he won't even remember your appearance."

"But it's different with me."

Although Chi Yiyin was talking to the rabbit, her eyes were already on Jingcha: "I will only have you as a rabbit. To me, you are the only and cutest one."

Jingcha: "..."

Someone before the live broadcast: "..."

"Could he be prying my corner?"

The man was full of question marks: "Is it my illusion? Wait, this ancestor is not really shaken!"

The man turned pale with shock.

Jingcha gritted her teeth: "What are you talking about!"

Chi Yiyin leisurely raised the rabbit in her hand, and said, "I'm poaching this rabbit from you."

Jing Cha stared at the rabbit with murderous intent, as if he would kill it immediately if the rabbit dared to betray.

The rabbit trembled: I have never felt so important to me in my life, and two demons fought for me... Can I not give up this blessing?

hum.

Chi Yiyin didn't care about the war he provoked between a man and a rabbit.

He casually stuffed the rabbit into the cuff of his coat, brought the function of the hand warmer into full play, and then walked towards the small wooden building.

But before Chi Yiyin pushed the door open, he heard a scream coming from the small wooden building.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Chi Yiyin's eyes sharpened, and he quickly kicked open the door and rushed in.

The one who came head-on was the flower-armed man who entered the small wooden building first.

The burly man with flower arms drew a parabola in the air, and threw it from the depths of the living room straight to the door, and was about to fall on a pot of charcoal fire placed at the door.

Chi Yiyin reacted quickly and immediately turned to the side to let go of the space, avoiding the possibility of the flower-armed man bumping into him.

And his eyes have been focusing on this arc all the time, quickly calculating the trajectory of the arc in his mind, all the applied values ​​are presented in his eyes, marked on the arc and the flower-armed man, and finally take shape formula.

Then Chi Yiyin quickly reached out and plucked the man with the flower arm by his hair, and slightly changed the opponent's trajectory in the air, changing his landing point from the brazier to outside the door.

The flower-armed man passed by Chi Yiyin, looking at him in disbelief with horrified eyes.

Chi Yiyin smiled at him.

"Boom!"

The flower-armed man fell down on the snow and slid down the snow for more than two meters.

The rock man who didn't know what happened was still screaming outside, while Chi Yiyin slowly looked back and looked into the small wooden building.

Everyone in the room stared at the door dumbfounded, the room was so quiet that only the sound of crackling firewood was left.

Then Chi Yiyin saw clearly that a woman sitting by the fireplace was sitting on the sofa and leaning forward, her eyes were unconcerned, and most importantly, her hand was still in the motion of throwing a shot put.

He immediately remembered the driver's advice before - don't wake up the proprietress, she has the urge to wake up.

Chi Yiyin: This waking up anger... is really irritable.

He had seen quite a few people who got angry, but the proprietress was the first one who was so angry that she threw a grown man out with her bare hands.

Noticing that the proprietress was looking at him, Chi Yiyin smiled politely again and nodded to the proprietress.

"I received an invitation letter and came to the appointment. There should be a room that has already paid for me in advance. Which one is it?"

Probably because of Chi Yiyin's excellent appearance, or because of his polite and gentlemanly appearance, the proprietress looked slightly relaxed. Although she snorted coldly and was still a little unhappy, she still pointed to the wooden stairs next to the hall.

"The upper two floors are all guest rooms. There are no keys. You can choose whichever you want to sleep in."

The proprietress glanced at Chi Yiyin up and down, and said, "But you have to hurry up, there are already three people here before you, and there is no choice until the end, and you can only accept which one is left."

Three people?

Chi Yiyin was slightly surprised.

Judging from the vehicle situation outside, there should be five people. What about the other two?

He looked around the lobby on the first floor, and found that besides the proprietress, there were three other people, who should be the players who came before.

The others had no objection to what the proprietress said, they just looked at Chi Yiyin curiously, as if they felt novelty because Chi Yiyin rescued the man with the flowery arms.

Falling on the snow is indeed a bit indecent, but with the snow layer as a buffer, it is much lighter than falling on the brazier and wooden boards, at least it will not cause substantial damage.

And just looking at Chi Yiyin's slim waist and long legs, he doesn't look like a strong man with the strength to catch a man with flower arms.

This made the people in the hall look a little more probing when they looked at Chi Yiyin.

Only Jingcha's eyes flickered, seeing what Chi Yiyin had just done.

After all, he had fought against Chi Yiyin when he was in Ma's mansion, and he had some estimates of his strength, knowing that he was definitely not a muscular and powerful school.

In Jingcha's view, the most terrifying thing about Chi Yiyin is not the strength of his body, but his impenetrable thoughts.

You never know what method Chi Yiyin will use to get out of trouble and turn the situation around.

Jing Cha has experienced it personally. Chi Yiyin played a bad hand of cards into a good game, and even almost killed him successfully. Although the two cuts on the heart are still healed, until now there are occasional throbbing pains , as if reminding him who his enemy is.

But just now, Chi Yiyin just used a clever trick, with the smallest effort, but changed the landing point of that muscular fool...

Jing Cha put his hands in his pockets, subconsciously rubbed the rabbit's ears with his slender fingers, and let out an irritable "tsk".

"Thank you. But can I sit by the fire?"

Chi Yiyin, however, ignored everyone's probing gazes at him, walked towards the proprietress calmly, sat down on the sofa chair opposite her, and said with a smile: "It's so cold outside, it's so cold that you're going to change your body. It's become a sculpture of ice."

Hearing the word Bingdiao, the face of the proprietress changed, but then she snorted: "So many questions, haven't you already sat down?"

She glanced at Chi Yiyin, and her body, which was tense due to exertion, slowly relaxed, and she lay down in the rocking chair, and covered the blanket again.

The proprietress squinted at the few people who were still guarding the entrance of the hall, and shouted viciously at them to go in if they wanted to, and not to open the door, so that the heat would dissipate.

"I really don't know how expensive firewood is. Do you know how much firewood costs in such a ghostly place?"

The proprietress was muttering, but she was already ready to fall asleep again.

Chi Yiyin also took advantage of this moment to look at Xiaomulou.

This is a western-style wooden hall. As a hotel, perhaps to enjoy the snow scenery, the lobby on the first floor has a whole side of floor-to-ceiling glass, so you can easily see the majestic and majestic snow-capped mountains outside, with unlimited scenery.

But as the driver said, the proprietress especially loves the fire in the fireplace. She is drowsy by the warmth. There is also a circle of single sofa chairs around the fireplace, and there are teacups on the small coffee table next to it. The warm tea is floating. Curly heat.

Besides Chi Yiyin, there were two other people sitting around the fireplace, and when they saw Chi Yiyin looking at them, they raised their glasses to him in a friendly manner.

"Don't worry, as long as you don't wake up the proprietress to sleep, there will be no danger. It's safe here for the time being."

One of them took a sip of tea, pointed to the man with the flower arm who fell out, and said in a low voice: "As soon as that guy came in, he lost his temper at the proprietress, asked the proprietress to quickly find him warm clothes, and even picked up the proprietress and insisted on letting her Take yourself to your room. Look, he messed with the wrong people, and that's what happened to him."

The man shook his head towards Chi Yiyin disapprovingly: "You are too kind, you can't go far in the game field."

It seems that because this is a generally recognized dungeon for scoring points, the players have lost the tense atmosphere of fighting to the death with each other, and have become a little more friendly.

But the audience before the live broadcast: [...Wow, he actually said that the host is kind! ]

[Laughing to death, I have never seen a legendary dungeon that can be cleared by virtue of kindness. ]

[? ? ? Brother, wake up! Do you have any misunderstanding about the person in front of you? This is a character that A-level players pay attention to! Kind? ]

Chi Yiyin didn't refute, but just smiled at the man, as if accepting the suggestion.

And bypassing the windows, there are several old-fashioned cabinets used to store sundries, and a set of large sofas that can accommodate six people facing the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A few blankets with warm designs and colors are randomly placed on the sofa, and thick carpets are also laid on the wooden floor, which looks extremely warm.

Only one person was sitting on the wide sofa, with his back to Chi Yiyin.

The man raised his head, his arms stretched out naturally and leisurely, and he lay lazily on the back of the sofa, as if admiring the snow scene outside the French window.

And on the small coffee table in front of him, there was still a cup of steaming tea and a plate of snacks.

More than anyone, he seemed to be visiting.

But Chi Yiyin watched the man's back, but slowly frowned.

He has a photographic memory, and he will never forget the people he has seen, and this back view makes him feel familiar.

The man's slightly curly black hair was tucked behind his ears, and his bony fingers tapped the sofa one after another, as if he was tapping some melody, while the dark blue shirt clearly outlined his strong muscles the lines.

Like a sleeping dragon that hasn't woken up.

Chi Yiyin has only seen one person with a similar aura.

——"Master Horse" in the last dungeon.

"Meet you again, Chi Yiyin."

The man turned his back to Chi Yiyin, but he knew he was coming. He laughed lowly, his magnetic and lazy voice tickled people's hearts.

Then, the man slowly got up from the sofa and turned to look at Chi Yiyin.

The golden-brown eyes seem to have countless brilliance flowing in the warm light, forming a vortex that almost pulls people into the sea of ​​honey, never wanting to leave.

He tilted his head and smiled casually: "It's fate, Chi Yiyin, I didn't expect this dungeon to be with you again."