Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 502 Dead NPC

Xiaolan looked at the depressed Jieyan, and shook her hand with the book in the coffin at a loss, turned the first page, and said, "Otherwise, let's piece together what we can see. I will first Said, the first page is drawn with nine of us, which looks like we have just entered this level."

  After speaking, she handed Baomu the book in the coffin.

   "The second page is also the nine of us," Baomu looked at Xiaolan's affirmative eyes, and said in a low voice, "It is the nine of us standing in the cemetery together, and one of the tombs has been dug up."

   Xiaolan was silent for a while, took the book in the coffin, turned to the next page, and handed it to Xie Yan, "What about the third page?"

  Jie Yan pointed to the blank sheet of paper and said, “Here, in the middle, there is a book drawn, and there is a circle around something that looks like a mask. There are nine masks in total.”

  "Mask?" Xiaolan's eyes lit up.

   "Yes, like a mask," Jieyan seemed to have discovered something, and stood up again, "Does this mean..."

  "We may not need all the nine players to be present," Xiaolan continued, "We only need to find the faces of nine players."

   "But it seems that even if we find the faces of several other people, we can't use their identities to identify what is written on the remaining six pages of the book." Xie Yan said.

   Xiaolan lifted his chin and pondered, "Not necessarily..."

  The two looked at her.

   "I have an idea," Xiaolan said slowly, "but...I don't know how to say it now. I will tell you when we return to the village."

"Then we have one question left," Xie Yan raised his index finger. "How do we find the faces of those six people? We don't even know what they look like. There are so many families in the village, and not all of them. Everyone has a face at home."

  This is a difficult problem.

  As the two of them were resting their cheeks in thought, Baomu whispered from the side, "Taste."

  "Taste?"

  Baomu nodded, "Those people put on our faces, and they have the same taste as us."

  "Have you remembered the smell of other players?" Even Xiaolan was a little shocked this time.

   "Almost," Baomu blushed suddenly, "If I smell a similar smell, I can remember it."

  Xieyan hugged her thigh with an expression on her face.

  The three people got what they wanted, and hurriedly covered several layers before dawn. After filling in the soil, they ran back to the village quickly.

   Entering the small road of the village, Xiaolan did not run to the house where the three of them lived temporarily, but turned in another direction.

   "Where to go?" Xie Yan asked in surprise.

   "You come with me," Xiaolan waved, "I will confirm my thoughts."

Xiaolan led the way and ran back to the original house with the two of them. In the eyes of others, this is Xiaolan's home, so the three of them did not sneak in, but went straight from the front door. Walked into the living room.

  The corpses of two adults lie in the living room. Their faces are completely ruined and they are horrifying death. There is also a child lying in the bedroom. The child is like two adults, with a small body lying in a pool of blood.

   Xiaolan didn't look much, crossed the house, opened the back door, and went to the outside of the barn in the backyard.

   "Be careful, there is a trap here." Xiaolan pointed to the trap at the door of the warehouse, and walked quickly to the water tank.

  Baomu understood what Xiaolan wanted to do, so he said, "Third mouth."

  Yes.

   Lifted the lid on the third water tank, the three people's faces were reflected in the clear water.

   "Your face is hidden here," Xiao Lan said to Xie Yan, "It's so easy to find, so I accidentally..."

  Xie Yan waved his hand, "Now what are you talking about, what did you think of?"

   Xiaolan took out the book in the coffin, turned to the first page, and showed the page on the water.

   "Look at the water," Xiaolan said, "Can you see it?"

  The two looked at the water.

  On the surface of the water, the reflection of the picture on the first page clearly appeared.

   "God..." Xie Yan whispered.

"You can see it, right?" Xiaolan finally laughed when he saw the reaction of the two of them. "It seems that I guessed right. Now we can find the three faces hidden in the place, which can be reflected on the paper. content."

  "Water surface and mirror..." Baomu thought for a while, "Xiaolan, where is your face hidden?"

   Xiaolan pointed to her right eye, "In the eye."

   "Eyes?!" Baomu was shocked, "Then you are..."

   "I don't have one. Why am I that kind of person?" Xiaolan quickly argued, "She took it out of her eyes and gave it to me."

  Jieyan turned his head, "No wonder all those people's faces are rotten, but only the eyes are still there."

   "Next, our task is to find where the remaining six faces are hiding." Xiaolan concluded.

  Xieyan nodded, staring at Baomu with starry eyes, "Great God, do you smell something?"

  Baomu blushed again, "I...I have to walk around the village."

  The three of them pretended to be casually strolling on the country roads, occasionally passing by a few people, and seeing them three, they only greeted them politely.

  Walking through the corner of the small road, the three of them saw a house blocking a high wall. Baomu frowned, stood in place and smelled it, and then walked closer.

  "Is this this one?" Xiaolan looked at the masonry wall that was more than two meters high.

  Baomu lay on the wall, closed his eyes and sniffed deeply, and finally said, "Here is the face of the person who died in the cemetery."

The three of them walked around the house. The courtyard was firmly surrounded by walls on all sides, and the inside was completely invisible. The entrance was a black iron gate as high as the wall, which was closed at this time. It's tight, not even a crack in the door.

  Xiaolan felt tight.

  Do you want to...

  "Great God, I will lift you up!" Xie Yan said to Baomu heartily.

  Xiaolan and Baomu looked at each other in surprise, and then they remembered that Xiaolan's thin body now belongs to Baomu.

  Baomu was a little reluctant.

   "You are welcome," Xiaolan patted Baomu on the shoulder, "Come on, Brother Baomu, we are each with one leg, yes, be careful not to be found..."

   Xiaolan finally turned to the serf to sing, and turned into a person carrying someone. Baomu climbed up the wall little by little. He waved his hand, and the two stopped.

   "What's inside?" Xiaolan lifted Baomu's right side with ease, "Anyone?"

  Baomu shook his head entangledly, "There is also a house inside, which is similar to a few other families. I haven't seen anyone yet, but his house...There are several big dogs, no wonder I smell a strange smell..."

"Big dog?!"

The two under    look at each other.

  What the **** did this family hide? Actually did the security for this purpose.

  "Is the door closed from the inside?" Xie Yan asked.

   "Yes," Baomu nodded, "So, people should still be at home, but there are no figures in the windows."

   "I'm afraid it's not good to go in now?" Xie Yan looked at Xiaolan.

  Xiaolan and Xie Yan put Baomu down, and the three of them hid in this corner to discuss. Since they came to this house, they have not seen any villagers around here.

  "Should we go knock on the door?" Xiaolan suggested.

  Xieyan and Baomu looked at each other, and asked together, "Knock on the door and say what?"

   "We asked... We asked them why they didn't participate in the meat split a few days ago, how about it?" Xiaolan said, "If they said they participated, we said we didn't see it."

Although it was a bad idea, Xiaolan decided to use her acting skills to turn the tide. The three of them stood by the iron door and knocked three times.

  The knuckles made a dull and long sound on the black iron. After Xiaolan finished tapping, he waited a little, and after a short time, he tapped three more times.

There is no sound inside   .

  Not even a dog barking.

  Is there actually no one in the house?

  Could it be that...the people inside are already? ...

  This idea just appeared in Xiaolan's mind, only to hear a squeak, the iron gate suddenly opened a gap between the thickness of a finger.

  In the crack of the door, a watchful eye was exposed.

   "Hi, big brother!" Xiaolan greeted her facelessly when she came up.

  The two behind them just wanted to hide in embarrassment.

  The eye looked up and down Xiaolan, and for a long while, he quickly asked, "Is there something wrong?"

   "Why haven't I seen you to divide the meat these days?" Xiao Lan continued the play firmly.

  The man's eyes changed suddenly.

   Then, with a bang, the narrow gap was gone.

  The three of them looked at the iron door that was closed again, and looked at each other.

  "What should I do?" Baomu asked.

   Xiaolan shook her head, "I always feel something weird."

   "I also have a feeling," Jieyan looked at Xiaolan, "It seems that the person just now is not..."

  The two looked at each other and nodded.

   "What is it?" Baomu asked.

  "The person just now gave me a different feeling from other villagers," Xiaolan lowered his voice, "Is it possible that he...is a player like us?"

  As soon as Xiaolan's voice fell, there was a squeak around her, which made the three of them tremble.

  The door opened again.

  The man was helpless, standing in the door with his trembling chin.

   "I am a player," the man's voice was trembling, "I...I am also a player, I have been here for a long time!"

   Soon, the three of them entered the yard in the high wall as they wished. The man carefully locked the iron gate. There were several **** dogs in the yard, and the sharp eyes swept over the three of them.

  The man raised his hand, seeming to comfort a few black dogs. The black dog's throat issued a threatening growl. Upon seeing this, the three of them quickly speeded up their pace and walked into the house.

  "Are you a player?" As soon as he walked in, Xiaolan asked, "Then your face is..."

   "It's the face of the person who lives here, but when I came, that person was already dead." The man said loudly.

   "But this face is not yours, right?" Baomu asked.

  "It's not mine," the man waved his hand. "It's me...I'm looking for a place to avoid the sun. Suddenly I saw the door here open, so I went in... Then, I saw that this person was dead."

The man led the three people to the innermost room. The room was a bit dim. In the corner was an oak wood recliner. On the recliner, there was a corpse tied to the back of the chair with twine. The corpse had pale hair and was all over. It was congestion and bruise, his eyes stared round, and his gully face was full of fear.

  However, the face of the corpse is still there, and it is exactly the same as the man in front of him.

   "Then how did you get the face?" Xiaolan asked.

"Ah, oh, here, here," the man hurriedly led the three of them back to the living room, pointing to the black and white TV set next to the wall to the north, "When I first came in, I saw someone dead and was very scared. But I didn’t dare to go out, so I stayed in this room. Then it was noon, at 10 noon, I happened to squat next to this TV. Suddenly, I saw a face on the TV. The old man’s face was I was so frightened that I wanted to run, but I wanted to take a closer look, so I was sucked in..."

  Three people with their own experience nodded one after another.

   "Later, I didn't even dare to go out," the man lowered his head, "but since I came here, this is the first time someone has knocked on the door."

   "But who killed that old man?" Baomu asked weakly.

   The man’s head shook like a rattle, "I really don’t know, I swear, when I came, people were already like this..."

   "We believe in you," Xiao Lan said, "the faces of the living people were taken away by us, and their deaths...not like this."

  "When did you come here?" Xie Yan asked.

  The man raised his eyes and thought, "One night...two nights...I have already spent two nights here."

   "Two nights?" Xiaolan calculated, "Isn't that the night the owner of this face died?"

  "What master?..." The man looked at them blankly.

  The three told the man what happened in the cemetery again.

   "He must have done it!" After listening, the man insisted.

"So that is, the dead player, he found this old man, he tied the old man to a chair, punched and kicked him, and questioned the whereabouts of his face, but he missed the old man and he ran away?" Jieyan reasoned.

  "Then why did he go to the cemetery?" Xiaolan questioned.

   "I feel," Baomu finally said, "He may not be asking about the whereabouts of his face, but something else, such as...the way to clear customs."

  Through brutal NPCs to get the strategy, it's really terrible.

"So he knew something from this old man, so he rushed to the cemetery overnight," Xiaolan nodded, "and because he was worried that after he had a face, he might not be able to go out at night just like these villagers. Going out to find a grave in the middle of the night with a duck egg head, this way, everything is reasonable..."

   "But why didn't this old man become...that way?" Jieyan looked at the old man.

"Maybe it's because all that can transform is the mother," Xiaolan looked at the old man's lonely back. "The mother of their family may have died, and only him is left. Of course, there is no one left now. "

  (End of this chapter)