The Master of the Strange Realm

Miss Magic answered immediately, then paused and looked at Mr. Corpse.

"You are saying that Mr. Corpse, who narrates the development of the story, is actually the mastermind behind it, but this is a bit too bold."

"I don't think all this is a coincidence. Since the development of the story must be reasonable, then compared to a person who no one knows suddenly pops up to act as the mastermind behind the scenes, the real enemy has already appeared around you. Isn't it more convincing? do you accept?"

Jenkins asked cautiously.

"But stories are stories, reality is reality, Mr. Corpse exists in reality, not in hospital stories..."

Mr. White Cat said this immediately.

"Now, is there really a difference between stories and reality? Don't tell me, Mr. White Cat, that you think this hospital doesn't really exist."

When Jenkins said this, others stopped refuting, because what he said did make some sense. There are very few coincidences in this world, so it is better to think that all chance is inevitable.

As for Mr. Corpse, he did not refute, as if he was not the one who was accused just now.

"No matter what you want to say, you will always have to solve all this. Even if you exit the hospital now and choose to end the story without asking, the curse on Nolan and the writer cannot be eliminated. This is the fact. Everyone Players, what do you want the explorers to do next? If they don’t make a decision, the next round will default to being in a daze.”

Chapter 1342 Chapter 1319 Mr. Corpse’s Cabinet (3/11)

"We have too few clues. Even if we know that the hospital is related to the gem mine, it is difficult to guess where the so-called curse comes from. But since the entrance to the mine must be in the hospital, and the morgue This is the only underground room we have access to, so let’s guess that the entrance to the mine is here.”

This is Mr. Hood's thought after careful consideration.

"You mean the entrance is behind this row of cabinets?"

Hathaway asked, her theory making sense since the walls in the other three directions didn't seem to cover the entrance to the mine.

"But we can't blow up the cabinet. The space here is too small. If there is a big explosion, I'm afraid the ceiling of the room will be destroyed first."

This is Miss Magic's opinion.

"Wait a minute, if the entrance to the mine is in the morgue... Have you ever thought about how the mining workers in the past entered the hospital reasonably, and how they managed to avoid damaging this room? In the case of structures, entering and exiting mines and hospitals?”

Jenkins suddenly had a guess.

"Mr. Candle, are you saying that the miners disguised themselves as corpses and entered the morgue, and then entered the mine through the ingenious mechanism here, so now we have to find and open the mechanism at the entrance behind the morgue?"

Mr. White Cat understood what Jenkins was thinking.

"No, maybe there is no mechanism. The way to enter the mine from the morgue is also very simple... Guess what you will see after lying in the cabinet and being pushed in?"

Jenkins spoke more and more smoothly, and as he spoke, even he was a little surprised by this idea. If this is true, then the time Mr. Corpse spent outside the party, as he had guessed many times in the past, was probably not spent in the morgue while he was lying in the morgue, but rather left here through the mine behind the cabinet.

"Isn't this a bit too scary? But it is indeed a possibility. However, the cabinets we just opened have been observed, and we did not find that there is a way to get out on the other side. Could it be that there is something fishy about only a few morgue cabinets?"

Hathaway continued, then thought for a moment and concluded:

"Whether Mr. Candle's idea is correct or not, what we have to do next is still to open the remaining cabinets here."

She is right, no matter what the final goal is, all the explorers can do now is to continue opening the cabinet. Before the operation, Mr. Writer once again encountered misfortune. This time, a big black spider with long hair on its legs jumped into his mouth, almost suffocating him, but his [Physique] test passed and he swallowed the spider directly.

"Oh, this is really disgusting."

Jenkins sighed with a frown.

Now that things have developed to this point, he has no other solution. Now that we know that letting the writer bear the curse temporarily will not have much impact, we can only bite the bullet and open the cabinet where Mr. Corpse's body is usually laid. He believes that the cabinet is the entrance to the mine.

"...The noble lady opened the selected cabinet and looked carefully. There was nothing inside..."

"Um?"

Jenkins was stunned. He had imagined everything in the cabinet, except that it was empty. In his vision, even if he couldn't find the entrance to the mine, he would at least find something else, and even enter the battle round directly.

"Could it be that Mr. Corpse has modified the morgue where he is lying in order to hide the truth here from the church? But with such time, in order not to clear away the debris in other cabinets?"

He couldn't understand why, and in this round, the others finally made a big discovery. That was the harvest of the sailor. He found a curled up remains and a letter in the cabinet. The letter was already mottled due to oxidation. It was probably written decades ago.

"The sailor found a letter. You opened it and looked at the contents. It said:

[Latercomers, this land has been cursed because of our greed. Under the trap door in the garden behind the main building is the boiler room where a powerful steam engine is placed, where there is a hidden passage leading to the underground mine.

Yes, we discovered gem mines beneath the hospital, and our greed allowed us to unearth the deepest darkness beneath the ground. Sorry, latecomers, there are no treasures here, there are just five cursed people and me, a coward who ran away from everything.

I am Dean Foster of this hospital, and the original curse came from my touching the cursed gems. Now taking my remains outside the hospital and burning them would solve all this, even if it would completely shatter my soul... This was my mistake and I deserved this. ]"

Even the thunder outside the window was not as loud as Mr. Corpse's voice. Everyone looked at each other for a long time before Mr. White Cat said:

"It's that simple?"

Before reaching this step, they envisioned many possibilities, but they did not expect it to be like this.

"No, I don't believe it."

Jenkins shook his head and said, "This must be a trap."

Mr. Corpse must be involved in this matter, there is absolutely no way he won’t have a chance to appear in the end. Moreover, the appearance of this skeleton and this letter here has a big problem in itself. If this is true, and burning the dean's bones can eliminate all curses, then his constant suspicions in the past six months, and even entrusting Mr. Black Cat in Turin to investigate, are meaningless.

"But it might not be a trap. It's really hard to tell."

Mr. Hood said, hoping that others would say something, but everyone seemed doubtful.

"Just when the explorers discovered the letter, the curse seemed to have discovered subtle changes..."

In line with Mr. Corpse's words, the sky above Nolan City outside the window sounded like a bomb exploding, and terrible thunder sounded again. The thunder almost shattered the glass, and even though the sound disappeared, everyone's ears were still ringing.

"It seems that he has a premonition that he is going to die, and the curse is getting stronger. From now on, additional judgments will be made before and after the writer's action round. In addition, for any luck-related judgments, the rolling number will automatically be doubled. And As the rounds of action increase, the curse will continue to grow."

"You're forcing us to get out of here and burn the bones."

Jenkins turned to Mr. Corpse.

"You don't have to do this, but it's hard to say what fate the writer will face."

Mr. Corpse replied calmly, ignoring Jenkins. This sentence was addressed to Hathaway, because she is the one who controls the writer's destiny.

Chapter 1343 Chapter 1320 Exchange (4/11)

"There is indeed something fishy. It is still risky to take the body out and burn it rashly. Let's leave the morgue now, and then look for the underground boiler room mentioned in the letter to see what is going on in the mine. Mr. Bailing, I know this. It wouldn't be fair to your friend William, but we don't have any better ideas."

Seeing that everyone was undecided, Mr. Hood suggested.

"Wait a minute!"

This time it was Jenkins who stopped him. His expression was very serious:

"No one can leave, no one can leave the morgue."

"What do you want, Mr. Candle?"

Mr. White Cat asked in surprise, not understanding what was wrong with Jenkins.

"No one can leave the morgue now. Things are not over here yet. There is definitely something weird here!"

"Why do you say that?"

Miss Magic also asked.

"Because he knows me."

It was Mr. Corpse who answered the question.

"It's because Mr. Candle knows me. Just now, I finally thought of who you are. In my long life, I have met countless unique people, but you are the only one who is so illusory and unreal. Like a shadow... If I remember correctly, Mr. Candle, you joined the party last fall."

"What's going on, Mr. Candle, what are you hiding?"

Hathaway asked with a frown. Among the four players except Jenkins, he was the one who least trusted Mr. Candle.

"I know......"

Boom!

An unknown loud noise came from a distance, and then Nolan outside the window and the scenery on the table shook. The people at the table watched helplessly as the three-story apartment building outside the window slowly collapsed, and then caused a chain reaction, which also crushed the buildings next to it.

The sound refused to go away for a long time. When everyone came back to their senses, they realized that the scenery on the table had also become in pieces.

"The curse is strengthening, and the sudden earthquake has given the already decayed building a final blow. After three action rounds, the house where the explorer is located will also collapse. The explorer must escape from here before then, otherwise there is no need Judgment, go directly to the ending - buried alive. Note that because the explorers are far away from the entrance of the house, you have to spend three action rounds to escape from here, and you need to make additional agility and constitution judgments to determine whether you will be killed. Hit by falling building debris."

"Mr. Candle, you have to go now!"

Mr. White Cat said hurriedly.

"No, the things here have not been investigated clearly. I don't believe that there is nothing strange here. Don't you think this earthquake is strange?"

"But people will die if they are buried. Maybe you are not afraid of being buried alive, but you are controlling an ordinary human girl!"

Hathaway said others generally shared the same opinion.

"Mr. Corpse is forcing us to leave!"

Jenkins explained in a rapid tone.

"What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Corpse?"

Mr. White Cat asked this question again.

"We were early..."

Boom~

A second sound appeared on the horizon. This time it was still an earthquake, but the intensity was not as terrible as before.

"Because of your hesitation, the occurrence of aftershocks accelerated the collapse of the house. You still have three action rounds to leave, but when making [Dexterity] judgments, all rolling results will be increased by 5."

“Let the writer stay!”

Jenkins said resolutely.

"Mr. Candle, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Hood said helplessly:

"No matter how strong that writer is, there is no way he can survive being buried underground, not to mention that he is still cursed..."

"It's okay, Mr. Hood, let Mr. Candle finish."

Hathaway did not blame Jenkins, but calmly let him finish. Jenkins admired the red-haired girl's rationality very much, but he didn't know that what the other party was thinking at the moment was that if he couldn't give her a reason to convince her, she would ask Jenkins to report Mr. Candle to the church after the game was over.

As for the reason, it doesn't matter.

"There is definitely a problem with these morgue cabinets and this morgue, and it's not just a general problem. If we leave now, we will no longer be able to find any clues here."

Jenkins explained to everyone.

“But writers will die if they stay.”

Hathaway answered him.

"Since the writer you manipulate is so powerful, he must have a way to face such a dangerous situation."

After hearing Jenkins' "prompt," Hathaway looked at her character card again, but she couldn't find a suitable description.

"Mr. Corpse, can we manipulate each other's explorers?"

Jenkins thought for a while and suddenly asked.

"You can only exchange with each other, and you cannot control two characters by one person. And once you choose to do this, no matter what the ending of the story is, the rewards of the swappers will be reduced to the lowest level, and the punishment will be raised to the highest level. "

Mr. Corpse said that this is one of the core rules of B-11-1-0299 [Story within a Story], and he cannot hide it.

"Miss Bailing, if you can trust me, we will exchange the character cards of the writer and the noble lady. I promise not to hurt him... and I promise that after this incident, you ask the great writer, he I'll tell you who I am!"

Jenkins believed that this was the most sincere speech he had spoken since he came to this world. Hathaway was probably also moved by Jenkins, maybe because Nolan's crisis situation outside the window was too urgent, and more likely because she was more worried about Britney than Jenkins. In the end, the red-haired lady nodded slowly, and then Swap your own silver metal piece with Jenkins' silver metal piece.

The moment he got his character card, Jenkins let out a long breath. He briefly glanced at the content above, and then found that most of the information about himself that could be disclosed to others was written on it. As for the information that could not be disclosed to others, it was also there, but it was written very obscurely. If you didn't understand the actual situation, you would never be able to guess it. of.

"It made me worry for two hours."

Jenkins complained in his heart, and then said:

"The writer stayed and continued to investigate the morgue that was finally opened. His cat was taken away by the noble lady."

The white cat Vanilla lying next to Jenkins immediately complained "meow~", but the sound was blocked by the thunder outside the window.

"Are you really sure you want to do this?"

Mr. Corpse asked again.

"Yes, I absolutely do not believe that there is nothing fishy about this matter. Mr. Corpse, you have repeatedly prevented me from investigating this place. I do not believe that this is a coincidence."