Room Survival: I knew the clues behind the door in advance

Seeing the strange scene in the room, Lin Qing's pupils shrank, and then she frowned slightly, ready to evacuate at any time.

After all, she currently only has physical invisibility props, and she doesn't know if she can deceive this so-called angel.

However, combined with the current intelligence in hand and the performance of the cardinal, the answer may be here, and it is worth her risking a try.

The next second, in her vision, the angel spread his holy snow-like wings and flew out of the painting!

"It" was suspended in the air, emitting a holy and soft light, barefoot and golden hair, a snow-white robe that fell softly to the ankles, and a pair of golden pupils seemed to be burning.

The cardinal bowed his head and worshiped.

"Oh, Bishop Charles? What do you want me to do?"

The angel's voice sounded, with a hint of lazy fatigue at the end.

The cardinal rubbed his hands, made a quick sign of the cross on his chest, and said, "Lord Michael, I have followed your instructions and led all the players who entered this world to the ship. However, there was a small accident. The person you focused on did not appear here. May I ask if the plan should continue?"

The "Angel" raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Oh? Didn't appear? Did something unexpected happen? This is a bit difficult to deal with."

The cardinal wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously, "Well, she didn't accept our invitation, so we can't locate her now. However, according to our intelligence, she may have appeared on the ship."

The "Angel" nodded: "Okay, I know."

This time, he didn't explain as usual, but looked at a certain place in the room.

At this time, Lin Qing felt the strange and heavy sight, and the pressure doubled.

Could it be that this thing has discovered her existence?

Just when she was about to leave, the heavy sight suddenly retracted.

The "angel" continued to look at the cardinal and said, "How is that going?"

Speaking of "that thing", the cardinal instantly became interested, and even raised his tone a few points, saying, "Don't worry, things are going very smoothly. At present, we have discovered many talented children for the church. They have many divine abilities. I believe that they will be willing to dedicate themselves to God and pave the way for the return of God."

The "angel" nodded gently, but at the last moment, he looked back at the corner where Lin Qing was hiding and curled his lips slightly.

However, the next second, He disappeared in the huge oil painting frame

Lin Qing was instantly shocked and broke out in a cold sweat.

She realized that this so-called angel had discovered her, but for some reason, he did not expose her existence.

Is this the absolute confidence of the BOSS based on strength?

Or is there another reason

Lin Qing frowned slightly, and just when she was puzzled, she suddenly heard another hurried knock on the door of the captain's room.

The cardinal extinguished the candles around him and turned on the ceiling light in the room, "Come in!"

Then, a man in black robes rushed in from outside the door and reported: "Bishop, there is an emergency! It's the rebels. They created chaos at the banquet and then fled back to the sea. We are about to approach the Holy Land Island. Will there be any accidents?"

The cardinal showed a trace of sarcasm and coldness on his face, "Haha, no need. With them, they can't make much sparks. They are just a group of clowns in front of the gods."

At this point, he showed contemptuous arrogance in his eyes: "However, since we are about to reach the Holy Land Island, I should also go out to meet the guests. Otherwise, the guests will be anxious."

As the cardinal and the man in black robes left here, Lin Qing also stood out from her hiding place. She stood in front of the giant classical oil painting that was three meters high and five meters wide, checked the situation, and found nothing wrong.

This giant portrait seems to be just a medium of communication. Now that the things on it have left here, the strange power no longer exists.

This dungeon, whether it is the harsh environment or the powerful boss, obviously exceeded her expectations.

It is obvious that some conspiracy is brewing, and Lin Qing feels the danger of the coming storm.

However, as long as the cruise ship arrives at the so-called Holy Island, her tasks 2 and 3 can be successfully completed.

According to past experience, there will be a task 4. As long as the last task is successfully completed, she can return to her room and leave this world.

Perhaps, she can go to see the golden sun.

If the two continue to cooperate, she needs to test whether this person is trustworthy.

Of course, this needs to be based on the condition that he is not a human.

*

In the lounge.

"Lieyang, those players and passengers are in the banquet hall now. Why do we have to enter the lounge? Do you have any clues?"

Although Aman cooperated with him to leave the banquet hall, he was still puzzled.

He had been communicating well with other players just now, why did he suddenly leave?

She felt that she had not heard much information, so how could she complete the following tasks smoothly.

While checking the lounge to make sure there were no hidden surveillance cameras installed, Golden Sun explained, "Don't you find this kind of situation strange? The owner of the cruise ship has been hiding behind the scenes. What does he want to do now by gathering so many players and wasteland survivors?"

Aman nodded, "That makes sense, but..."

Just as she finished her words, a storm broke out.

Golden Sun checked the closet, and just when he was about to open the door, the door suddenly rose up, and then a silent silenced bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a bright red blood mark.

"Someone!"

Aman also shrunk into the leather sofa as a cover, took out an automatic rifle and shot at the closet door.

Bang, bang, bang.

The only remaining half of the closet door was beaten into a sieve, and the light shone into half of it, floating and sinking, and the sneak attacker inside seemed to be silent.

However, Golden Sun did not relax his vigilance, and winked at Aman, indicating that she should take cover.

Aman made an OK gesture.

Only then did Golden Sun carefully take out a defensive prop, slowly approached the closet, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who are you?"

There was still no sound from the closet, and the person inside seemed to be dead.

However, Golden Sun and Aman were both veterans. Under such intensive bullet shooting, unless they wore a full-body bulletproof vest, some parts would inevitably be hit, leaving blood marks.

However, there was no human voice or bloody smell inside, as if the bullet that silently grazed his cheek was an illusion.

But this was not an illusion.

Regardless of whether the person in the closet was a player or a native, they were all enemies, not friends!