MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 37 (1)

Chi Yiyin looked at Li Sijun from a distance across the crowd, and he saw that pair of radiant golden brown eyes filled with a cold and warm smile.

He was asking him—do you like this death scene before your eyes?

It was as if Li Sijun knew what would happen here, and where the death and monsters came from.

It was as if the gods bent down and whispered to the believers.

Pray, kneel down, beg your God to grant you mercy, save you from death, and exchange your pious faith for your life. Then…

The **** will keep silent and let you kneel down however you want, just watching with a smile on your face, delighting the **** with your death, and passing the boring time.

Chi Yiyin was in a daze for a moment, and it seemed that his vision was no longer a small wooden building, but a shrine with ethereal singing, and a statue of a **** stood at the end of the narrow road, waiting for him to walk towards him.

The scene only flashed past his eyes, and then he suppressed it with willpower. He collected himself, and his eyes became clear again.

The sound of starting the car came from outside the small wooden building, and the player who had crashed and left the field started to flee regardless. The others also ran downstairs when they heard the sound, leaned to the window to look out, and exclaimed.

As for Chi Yiyin, he went backwards, walked firmly through the crowd, and walked towards Li Sijun at the end of the long road.

"Did you do it?"

Chi Yiyin asked softly, but already in an affirmative tone: "The deaths of those two people, and the eleven people who died every year in the previous copy, are you the one?"

Faced with serious accusations, Li Sijun smiled and asked, "Didn't you do it yourself?"

He spread his hands casually, showing a bit of suave chic, and said innocently: "My Judge Chi, even if you want to convict me, I'm afraid what I have is just the crime of refusing to save. ..."

Li Sijun tilted his head, chuckled in a low voice and slowly bent down, approaching Chi Yiyin.

Chi Yiyin frowned, and wanted to retreat, but Li Sijun wrapped his arms around his waist. Those golden brown eyes slowly approached and magnified in his field of vision, while the other party's deep and hoarse voice was heard by him. rang in the ear.

"—None of my business, my lord."

The warm breath fell on Chi Yiyin's ear and neck, which instinctively aroused a tingling feeling.

He frowned uncomfortably, quickly pinched Li Sijun's arm with his backhand and pushed it backwards.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound.

When someone heard the sound and looked back, they saw Chi Yiyin grabbing Li Sijun's arm and pushing him hard against the corridor wall.

The distance between the two was only a few feet away, and even Li Sijun's loose hair drifted past Chi Yiyin's eyes, dazzled.

Chi Yiyin raised his head and looked at Li Sijun steadfastly. He was never dizzy in those golden brown eyes, but blue eyes like the sea, calm but unfathomable. Even though he was a little shorter than Li Sijun, his momentum was astonishing and he never lost the slightest bit.

"I don't know your identity, Li Sijun."

Chi Yiyin sneered, and said in a low voice: "But, I just don't know for the time being. As long as you still dare to appear in front of me, I will definitely see all your cards, including your perfunctory last time and today, and all will be liquidated." clean."

"I will do what I say."

There was a trace of surprise in Li Sijun's eyes, but what followed was unparalleled excitement, and he even had a slight shortness of breath.

He grinned happily, lowered his head and approached Chi Yiyin, and responded softly: "Why don't I believe it? No, it should be said—"

"Be sure, let me see how far you can do it, and whether you can stand in my position."

"If you can't..."

Li Sijun tilted his head slightly, leaned close to Chi Yiyin's profile, and said the most ruthless words in the most charming tone: "I will kill you—for your deceit and arrogance."

No... blaspheme your gods, cheat their expectations.

Otherwise, you will pay with your life.

Chi Yiyin snorted coldly, but there was not even the slightest fluctuation in his eyebrows.

Under the gaze of those eyes, he slowly let go of the opponent's arm, then turned around resolutely, walked towards the stairs with his back facing Li Sijun with his long legs.

The other players were all downstairs, and the rock boy lay limp and trembling.

No one noticed that in the corner on the second floor, a thrilling confrontation had just been staged.

Except for a corner of clothes exposed on the stairs on the third floor.

Li Sijun slowly stood up straight from the wall, looked sideways at Chi Yiyin's receding back, and smiled lightly.

Without raising his head, he asked softly in the empty air, with a soft and tender tone: "He won't let me down, you think so too, right?"

A gentle chuckle came from upstairs: "Although it will hurt your heart to say so, please forgive me and tell the truth, I don't like him."

"How many years have come and gone, has anyone ever seen the truth?"

A shallow sigh scattered in the air, slowly dispersed, and disappeared into nothingness.

Chi Yiyin paused as if feeling something, and looked back thoughtfully at the stairs behind him. But everything looked the same as before, as if the perception just now was just his illusion that everything was like a war.

Only Li Sijun's slender figure slowly came from behind the corridor, stood still on the stairs, with one hand in his pocket, and looked down at him with a lazy condescending smile.

"What's wrong?"

Jingcha noticed that something was wrong with Chi Yiyin, he frowned, followed Chi Yiyin's line of sight, and became vigilant the moment he saw Li Sijun, even the rabbit lying on his shoulder grinned away The mouth showed fangs.

But Li Sijun just glanced over casually, and the rabbit immediately dissipated into a wisp of black mist.

"Little rabbit, you dare to bark your teeth at me?"

Li Sijun snorted coldly, far more cold and indifferent than when he was alone with Chi Yiyin, as if Jingcha didn't even have the right to be seen by him.

Jing Cha pursed her lips, but she just suppressed her violent temper abruptly.

"Don't worry about that person."

Chi Yiyin took the lead to look away: "You just said that the corpse in the kitchen disappeared?"

Jingcha nodded: "Yes, not only the pile of meat, but also the blood drops on the ground disappeared without a trace. That is definitely not to the extent that cleaning can achieve."

"What about you? What did you see when you were up there?"

The two stood side by side and quickly exchanged information with each other while walking.

"monster…?"

Jingcha froze for a moment, then frowned: "I did some preparations before entering the dungeon, but I haven't heard of anyone encountering something similar before."

"There is another possibility."

Standing behind the bright window, Chi Yiyin calmly looked at the tiny car outside under the capped mountains, narrowed his eyes and said softly: "For those who have encountered monsters, their live broadcasts have not been recorded, and related news has also been broadcasted." eliminate."

"impossible!"

Jing Cha subconsciously blurted out.

But when he was stared at by Chi Yiyin's blue eyes, he was stunned. He suddenly felt a gloomy chill slowly creeping up his back, and his hairs stood on end.

At that moment, all the hustle and bustle around him receded quickly, and all that remained in his mind were Chi Yiyin's words that echoed repeatedly, and all the materials he had read before.

If you think about it carefully, indeed... the number of those materials does not match up at all.

[Snow Mountain Cry] After the official launch of the game field, it soon got the title of "Giving Points Bodhisattva", which attracted a warm welcome from players.

Not to mention ordinary B-level and C-level players, even low-level players can find simple tasks in this dungeon, and leave satisfied with a reward that is too high compared to the difficulty of the task.

Therefore, there are not a few players like Wang Lele and Chen San who repeatedly brush this dungeon. If the recorded and broadcast data generated is roughly estimated, it should be in the hundreds of thousands.

But Jingcha remembered very clearly that his partner had collected all the recorded and broadcast materials, but there were only less than 100,000 copies.

At that time, he didn't care about it. This kind of simple dungeon was never in his choice, and the number of about 100,000 was huge enough. It took him nearly a day to summarize and read all the preparation materials, and he didn't think carefully about it. difference.

Under the scouring of huge data, people will lose the actual feeling of the number. When they are in it, they can't see the huge number clearly. There is no difference between one hundred thousand and two hundred thousand.

Until Chi Yiyin's reminder.

When Jingcha thought back, she finally realized something was wrong.

That's right.

Although the data formed by this dungeon is already huge enough, if the popularity of this dungeon is used to double count, at least tens of thousands of recorded and broadcast materials will be lost.

Jingcha is already a figure on the morning star list. In his cognition, his partner has already been regarded as a top-notch existence in terms of data collection and tampering. The name "Red" is well known among high-level players. People don't know.

But even Red couldn't tamper with such a large amount of data.

— Not to mention the flawless modification and protection from the very beginning to the present, no one has seen any problems for many years.

can do this...

I'm afraid there are only systems that are themselves huge collections of databases.

But is it possible?

Jingcha opened her mouth, wanting to raise her own doubts and rebuttals.

But Chi Yiyin just looked at him quietly, those blue eyes seemed to see through all the truth.

"Tong Yao once told me that most high-level players don't care about money, but aim to find out the truth of the game field and get through the game field to leave. But I think Tong Yao got the cause and effect wrong."

Chi Yiyin lowered her slender eyelashes slightly, as if falling snow had covered the surface of the lake.

He said: "You have to have the ambition to become a high-level player. As for you, Jingcha, tell me how much you know about the game field in your capacity—"

Chi Yiyin stared at Jingcha seriously, and asked back: "Will the existence most capable of doing such a thing do it?"

"system…"

Jing Cha's eyes were blurred, and she murmured softly as if talking to herself.

But Chi Yiyin still heard Jingcha's voice clearly.

It was this sound that confirmed the guess in his heart.

Sure enough, it was the system.

Although Chi Yiyin has some guesses, he has only entered the game field not long after all, and his understanding of it is still not complete, and his grasp of information is incomparable to that of a high-level player like Jingcha.

Therefore, he borrowed Beijing Tea to verify his own guess.

He intentionally made the question ambiguous, leaving enough space for Jingcha to fill in the gap.

While Jingcha was shocked, she didn't realize that Chi Yiyin had dug the hole, so she jumped in and offered the answer with both hands.

But this time, Chi Yiyin would rather guess wrong.

Because guessing the correct result... means that the level of danger in the game field will be raised to a level that ordinary people cannot accept.

—In the game field, there is no neutral existence at all.

Do you trust your mobile phone and computer? Trust the data it presents to you, trust the world you see through it.

But what if all of this has been taken for other purposes from the very beginning, and controlled by the system to lead it to the situation it wants?

"How can you draw the right conclusion if you get wrong information at the beginning?"

Chi Yiyin looked down at Jingcha and asked, "Do you trust the system, Jingcha?"

Jingcha was silent.

But what the audience before the live broadcast could hear was only the sound of electric current, and even the picture was drawn into countless color blocks and bars, like a broken TV, shaking their eyes sorely.

[what happened? Bad signal? ]

[how is this possible! With such powerful technology as the system, do you take it as reality? No signal yet. ]

[What are they talking about? Ahhh, I'm so curious, I really want to know! ]

[Maybe they are talking about the person who ran out, I can't see their mouth shapes. Did they think that the one who ran out would be unlucky? Otherwise, why is the expression a little dignified? ]

[Not too possible? To be honest, although you have been calling the anchor kind like an idiot, in my opinion, he is just a tiger with a smiling face... I would rather face the Virgin and the villain than be an enemy of someone like the anchor. ]

[The anchor's eyes make me feel like I have no clothes on, all the secrets have been seen through by him. ]

[Not quite right! This dungeon has changed too much compared to before, and it feels out of control. ]

[Why can't I understand? What the **** are they doing, are they too stupid to pass such a simple dungeon? Just trigger the task and complete the task. What are you still muttering about? ]

[You...forget it, I don’t know you, so I have no obligation to teach you. When you encounter a difficult copy, death will teach you. ]

[Don't worry about it, why are you so enthusiastic? Some players get impatient after seeing only a layer of fur, and complacently think that they have seen all the truth. Even if they survive for a while, sooner or later these shortcomings will lead to their death. ]

[ill! Why are you pretending to be mysterious? They are obviously a bunch of idiots who can't even get past the "Giving Points Bodhisattva", why don't you let me talk about it? ]

The live broadcast room was lively, but before the live broadcast, one person fell silent.

The man also couldn't hear what the two of them were talking about in the live broadcast, and the sizzle-la-la-la electricity sound covered everything up.

But he knew his partner well, and he knew that the little ancestor who was fearless should not have shown such an expression.

It's like... the things my little ancestor once believed in are actually all false, black and white are mixed, I don't know which sentence is true and where is false.

The Red Bird, nicknamed Red, is known as the king of information among high-level players. He is one of the few who has not awakened blood, but has a ranking on the morning star list.

Many people guessed from their own narrow perspectives, thinking that Red got a place on both the Morning Star and Sky Rankings because of his partner.

But what they don't know is that Red Bird is the only one who has not awakened but is comparable to the intensity of awakening.

He can even proudly declare that there is no intelligence that can be hidden in front of him.

However, that pride has become history from this moment on.

The "jammed" signal made the conversation between Chi Yiyin and Jingcha blurred, but Red Bird found another way, zooming in on the eyes of the two people who were looking at each other, intercepting the reflection of the other person's image from the pupils of the two people, and restoring it. The damaged pictures were connected frame by frame to form a continuous animation.

Through this, he saw the mouth shapes of the two clearly and learned about their conversation.

Then, he was completely stunned in front of the screen.

How is it possible... the system deleted the recording and broadcasting data without authorization?

You must know that even the system has rules that must be followed. The rules in the game field are not decorations. They not only restrain the players, but also supervise the system.

The rules stipulate that the system must not interfere with players without reason, so the system should not have the authority to delete data.

At the same time, Jingcha also asked Chi Yiyin the same question.

"Chi Yiyin, I don't know your real identity. But..."

Jingcha's eyes flickered, and she lowered her voice: "There are 'rules', and I don't think the system can be so unscrupulous."

"It doesn't need to break the rules."

Chi Yiyin did not reveal that he heard the 'rules' for the first time, and immediately retorted: "It is a bad idea to openly confront the rules. It is never a smart way to hit a stone with a pebble. The possibility of real feasibility is that it uses the rules. Let the rules that should have restrained oneself become a sharp weapon against the enemy."

"Just like now, Jingcha."

Chi Yiyin straightened up and looked at Xueyuan outside the window: "Using the rules of this dungeon, I can kill you without blood staining my hands."

—Turn the power that restrained oneself into the power to support oneself.

The reason why Chi Yiyin is so clear that he can blurt out without even thinking about it, without any hesitation, is because he used to be a person who used the rules.

Using the rules, he easily left the orphanage, and let those who harbored ill-will towards him stay forever in the ruins of the orphanage.

Similarly, using restrictions, he transformed the seemingly tasteless power into a terrifying strength.

Although Chi Yiyin never mentioned his weird bloodline to anyone, when he was exploring the power he had awakened, he clearly saw the restriction of power on him.

You can't write without seeing the truth.

Do not find out the antecedents and cannot write.

Unclear destination cannot be written.

Chi Yiyin must let the inhuman things "live" in his writing, and not miss a single detail, so that he can use the power of the inhuman things for him.

But instead, with the help of these three strict restrictions, he has the ability to change the ending of the characters in his works and give them more powerful power.

Just like Ma Yuze.

Just because Chi Yiyin has done it himself, he believes that the system is likely to achieve its goal in this way.

Jingcha was stunned by Chi Yiyin's words, and he followed Chi Yiyin's gaze to look out.

The crashed player had already driven the car he had driven away, slowly disappearing into the snow field.

The other people who were still in the small wooden building were just a little moved and wanted to escape here, when they found that the scene outside the window flickered.

Immediately, pure white covered the entire world again, and that bit of black was gone.

I don't know if it's out of everyone's field of vision, or...

"Xueyuan, reset."

Jingcha immediately realized what Chi Yiyin wanted him to see, and he looked up at Chi Yiyin in astonishment, but he didn't expect that the other party would have predicted it before it happened.

No, that's not the ability to foresee.

That is, based on the analysis of the existing situation and intelligence, all the possibilities were listed, and then the most likely future was selected among them.

At the moment of thinking clearly, Jingcha had the illusion of suffocation.

He felt that he had inadvertently glimpsed the majestic and magnificent Milky Way, in which the stars circulated, and countless intelligence and human nature shone in it, and Chi Yiyin was in the center, holding the Milky Way and stepping on the stars.

The vast expanse made Jingcha feel the excitement and trembling from the soul while being shocked.

I am facing, my enemy... what kind of existence is it? Being able to have such an enemy, killing him with one's own hands can bring satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment, ah...

Jingcha stared fixedly at Chi Yiyin, unable to recover for a moment.

If it wasn't for his strong willpower to stop him, he even wanted to reach out and touch the galaxy he saw in the illusion.

Chi Yiyin saw Jingcha's weirdness, but didn't pay attention to his thoughts, just nodded and said: "Look for the rules in the dungeon, and try to trigger the rules from important NPCs as much as possible. Maybe it's not the system reminding us. It's really It means that as long as you violate the rules, the system can use the rules to kill you."

It's like a player rushing out at this time.

Chi Yiyin didn't know the exact situation of the other party, but he knew another thing very well, that is, once he lost his sign in the snow field, he would lose his way.

When they just started the dungeon, they had already experienced a snowfield reset. They knew that everything would be reset to zero when the instance was reset. It was like cleaning a room to welcome the next batch of guests.

But the player was not originally a part of the snow field.

If the reset rules consider that the player who drives away is also "dirt", then perhaps, he will also be reset to zero and annihilated into nothingness during the reset.

Even if it was the best ending that Chi Yiyin could think of, it was only because the other party lost the car marks on the snow field, couldn't find the direction to leave the small wooden building, got lost in the vast snow field, and waited desperately to die of starvation or freezing to death.

When the player left the small wooden building, he had already realized the possible ending of the other party.

He didn't overdo it, though—it's his choice, isn't it?

The other party wants to escape from hell, regardless of whether there is a deeper impasse ahead.

And what he wants is to test his guess with the other party's ending, but each takes what he needs.

Chi Yiyin didn't need to explain too much, he only mentioned the most important key points, and Jingcha had already thought quickly and understood what Chi Yiyin meant.

This increased Chi Yiyin's favorability towards Beijing Tea a little.

He doesn't care if someone wants to kill him—ever since he was a child, there have never been a few people who wanted to kill him or profit from him. Dangerous situations are as natural to him as breathing.

He loathes foolish people more than hostile ones.

Chi Yiyin and Jingcha did not deliberately conceal their analysis of Xueyuan. After the surroundings became quiet, their conversations were also heard by other players around them.

Chu Yueli looked out the window with complicated eyes, wanted to say something but finally shut up.

After all, with the experience of riding in the same car, he also gave him an initial sense of intimacy with the person who ran out. But that's about it.

In the game field, players die every second, and they are like shadows, and they cannot be escaped.

He admired Chi Yiyin and was grateful to Tong Yao, but he would never do more for a fellow traveler whom he met once.

Most of the other people had the same idea as Chu Yueli, and they were even a little thankful that someone made the first experimental mouse to let them know that the method of leaving the small wooden building would not work.

"But if you stay here, what should you do if you can't trigger the mission?"

Someone hesitated: "If you can't receive the mission all the time, wouldn't you be unable to pass the level at all?"

"Why is there no mission!"

A voice that was so excited that it broke the sound came from behind the crowd.

Ah Mai stood in the corridor leading to the kitchen, his eyes were surprisingly bright, and his breathing was rapid.

He enthusiastically proposed to everyone: "Didn't you hear what Chen San said just now? There is a mission, and it's a big one! Snow Mountain Line, that's something we've never discovered before, and it only belongs to the vault of high-level players! "

"We can hear the news this time, which means that this wealth should be ours!"

A Mai encouraged everyone to say: "Think about it, that's enough wealth for us to never buy dungeons again. As long as we get it, we don't have to work hard anymore. We didn't know it before, but now the opportunity is gone. Before our eyes, are we going to let it slip by and watch someone else get rich?"

The players who resisted the unknown at the beginning were also moved by the wealth paradise described by Ah Mai, and they were a little hesitant in their hearts.

Wang Lele looked at Chi Yiyin with dark eyes, asking for his opinion.

In his opinion, compared with Ah Mai or Chen San, the big boss who has been hiding his secrets is the more reliable one. Maybe what Chen San didn't get is revealed in the mountain, Chi Yiyin knows.

Wang Lele is not afraid that everyone will rush into the mountain and the wealth will be divided. Although he wants to exchange precious medicinal materials for money, he wants to live more.

As he said to Chi Yiyin, this medicinal material is not only valuable because of its rarity, but also because of its difficulty in picking.

The snow mountain is so big, if there is no definite route, it is normal to die in it.

But Chi Yiyin was indifferent to A Mai's statement, and did not respond to Wang Lele, but asked A Mai: "Did you see the proprietress when you came out?"

Chi Yiyin remembered very clearly that the reason why he found Chen San and the deli uncle arguing in the kitchen was the proprietress' wife.

He chased the proprietress to the woodshed, but he lost sight of the proprietress on the way, and the noise from the kitchen and the second floor was so loud, he couldn't believe that the proprietress who was also in the small wooden building could not hear any movement.

The person who used to be furious because the flower-armed man woke him up, but now he is silent amidst the noise, and he didn't come out to check once. Is this possible?

Ah Mai was stunned when he heard Chi Yiyin's question, but soon shook his head disinterestedly, saying that he came out after asking Chen San and didn't see the proprietress.

Chi Yiyin frowned and walked towards the kitchen again.

He still remembered the sense of disobedience that the proprietress had given him before. Even though people died once a year in the hotel, the proprietress in the center of the storm was always safe and sound. Even according to the uncle, at least seventeen years have passed, but the proprietress still looks like she is in her early thirties.

is it possible?

And after the uncle turned into a humanoid monster made of minced meat, he kept pointing at him, as if he wanted to say something to him... although he failed.

Scenes quickly slid through Chi Yiyin's mind, and all the most imperceptible details were mercilessly picked out by the magnifying glass, displayed in front of his eyes, reassembled and pieced together, and tried to restore the truth.

Chen San was standing blankly in the kitchen, staring at his hands in a daze.

When he saw Chi Yiyin's figure reappeared, he was taken aback. He didn't expect Chi Yiyin to come back again.

But Chi Yiyin quickly realized the abnormality on Chen San: "Where's the blood on your body?"

Just now Chen San was covered in blood, but it was utterly terrifying, but now it has all disappeared. Chen San was neatly dressed, as if nothing had happened.

Hearing the question, Chen San shook his head subconsciously, as if he had found the backbone after encountering danger, and said quickly: "Just after you left, all these **** pieces disappeared inexplicably, and I don't know how to return it." thing."

Chi Yiyin looked around the kitchen, and sure enough, as Jingcha said, the floor was spotlessly clean, and there was even half-cut cooked meat on the cooking table, as if the horrible scene before was just everyone's illusion.

He walked over, held Chen San's arm with a handkerchief wrapped in his hand, and carefully checked Chen San's clothes.

It was freezing cold, Chen San came prepared, wearing a knitted sweater.

It stands to reason that woolen things are the best at absorbing these liquid dirt, even if they are cleaned, there will be traces in the crevices, but Chen San's clothes are very clean.

It never happened, and cleaning after it happened is a different concept.

The mess caused by Chen San and the "monster" in the small wooden building now belongs to the former.

Chi Yiyin's eyes dimmed, she let go of Chen San, and also asked him about the proprietress.

With the experience of being crushed by Chi Yiyin in all directions twice before and almost ushered in death, now Chen San does not dare to disobey Chi Yiyin, so he tells everything he knows.

Chen San went to the kitchen earlier than the proprietress, and stayed here to quarrel with the uncle, but he never saw the proprietress.

Even when Chi Yiyin told him that the proprietress had entered the kitchen, he was taken aback.

Because of the cold environment, how to keep warm after burning wood has become a key issue. The firewood room, which is usually not visited by anyone, can be placed at the end to effectively prevent heat loss.

If you want to enter the firewood room, you have to go through the kitchen and enter the firewood room through the small door in the kitchen. The main stove that heats the entire small wooden building is also there.

"The woodshed is just behind that door."

Chen San, who has been in the dungeon many times and is already familiar with the terrain, guided Chi Yiyin the way, and said: "However, the proprietress rarely comes to the woodshed at the back. When I entered the dungeon before, There is always a special hotel attendant, and he will look at the stove."

Chi Yiyin was stunned.

The proprietress once introduced the layout of the small wooden building to them, but what she said was quite different from Chen San.

According to the proprietress, the staff room opposite the kitchen has long been unoccupied. Now that the hotel business is down, she is the only one here.

There is no such employee as Chen San mentioned.

The most critical question is that although Chi Yiyin entered this dungeon for the first time, apart from Chen San, Wang Lele and the others were also frequent visitors to the dungeon. If what Chen San said is true, then Wang Lele and the others should refute after hearing what the proprietress said.

But the truth is, no one refuted it.

Even if one or two people have selfish intentions, on this kind of matter, wouldn't everyone agree and lie together with the proprietress?

After hearing Chi Yiyin's words, Chen San was also stunned, and blurted out: "Impossible!"

"I've been in so many dungeons, and there's always been the fireman, who is also responsible for all the guests' meals. The proprietress is an important NPC, and her main task is for players to trigger rules and issue tasks. How can it be possible to do these chores?"

Fearing that Chi Yiyin wouldn't believe it, Chen San added a sentence in order to prove himself: "One of the tasks I received before was to help the pyrotechnician burn the stove. Something is missing."

For example, the snow mountain hotel that cannot leave.

Like the proprietress, the burner was actually a witness to the first invitation letter incident that year.

Although his sense of existence is too weak to be mentioned by the players, he is actually far more aware of the tragedy of the year than the proprietress.

After all, he was the coolie who cleaned up the scene after the dead, and ran around with the detective who was still alive back then, trying to help solve the case.

According to the fireman, those who died in the Snow Mountain Hotel were all killed by one person, and there was no so-called murder weapon at all.

—Those people were bodies torn apart by the murderer with their bare hands, their necks were broken and their heads were torn off.

The head was placed on the sofa in the living room, but the torso was thrown into the fireplace and burned as firewood. The dripping blood and pieces of meat covered the carpet, and even when one stepped on it, blood would splash out and splash all over the body.

After burning the stove overnight, the ashes need to be cleaned out and replaced with new firewood the next morning.

But when the fireman walked to the fireplace with new firewood, he was scared out of his wits by the scorched headless corpse in the fireplace, and fell to the ground and touched his hands with blood.

The proprietress was also woken up because of this.

The invitation letter incident was vigorous and vigorous in the small town, but it ended with the death of the detective and the detectives one by one.

After that incident, the proprietress originally wanted to pack her luggage and leave the hotel, but the fireman drove the car with the proprietress, and wanted to send her to the small town, and then bought a ticket to leave by car.

But no matter how long they drive on the snowy field, the snowstorm will block their way, and the only way to go is to return to the hotel.

The two were cold, hungry, and exhausted, so they had no choice but to return to the hotel temporarily.

Just at this time, people from the town came to deliver supplies, and said that the proprietress had placed an order with them, asking them to deliver food and bedding at this time.

But both of them knew very well that they had just lost their way on the snow field for two days and two nights, how could they place an order?

Do you still expect when you will come back?

But the two of them were really hungry, and after wolfing down their food, they fell asleep again, planning to make plans the next day.

But the next day, the snow field became deserted again, and the two of them couldn't get out of here no matter what.

At first, the two were still struggling, but slowly, they forgot about it and settled down again in a hotel without guests.

Until the second year invitation letter event.

Then it was the third year, the fourth year... Similar deaths were repeated, and the proprietress finally collapsed on a snowstorm night, crying and confessing, muttering words that the fireman could not understand, and then rushed into the blizzard outside the small wooden building.

The fireman originally wanted to rescue the proprietress, but the wind and snow outside the door was too strong, and he lost the trace of the proprietress in a blink of an eye.

In desperation, he could only go back to the small wooden building, anxiously waiting for the blizzard to pass.

He fell asleep by the fireplace inexplicably, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already the next morning.

And the proprietress came back from the outside in a daze, her body was already wet by the wind and snow, but she was still alive and well.

——It was a snowy night at minus forty degrees! Not to mention a whole night, even if you stay outside for two hours in thick clothes, you will be frozen to death. But the proprietress was drenched all over, but she survived the whole night without even a little frostbite.

From that day on, the proprietress never mentioned leaving the hotel again.

She just guarded the hotel silently, lay down by the fireplace, fell asleep and woke up, woke up and fell asleep again, living numbly, blurring time and life and death.

The town also abandoned the Snow Mountain Hotel by default. For the safety of the town, so that the murderers would not harm other people in the town, they "sacrificed" the Snow Mountain Hotel and sent supplies over every once in a while.

Then, wait for the invitation to appear.

Fireworks again