Thriller Trainee

The weather/wish to be late.

The canopy of the old locust tree floats in the sky where the black and purple colors meet, making the blood-stained bit out of place.

A cold wind blew by, blowing the long strips hanging on the canopy back and forth, like a torn sack that was abandoned at will.

It took a while before someone spoke tremblingly.

"Then, is that a person?"

Zong Jiu frowned, "It should be. It looks like it has been dead for a while."

The barrage squeezed a sweat.

[It's more than just being dead for a while, if it's a long time, it will be weathered... Arms down to ankles, my mother]

[Yes, after being hanged, people will droop according to gravity. This corpse should have been dead for several days, otherwise the tongue will not be so long]

[I haven't seen such a big person when the camera turned here just now, or was it dead for several days? stimulate】

[Terrorist incident occurred as long as I entered the dungeon. Sure enough, the difficulty of this dungeon is not low, absolutely absolutely]

The white-haired young man turned around and asked, "Did anyone notice this tree when we first came out?"

The others shook their heads.

Everyone looked carefully before entering the house, it is impossible that such a big person hanging on the canopy can't be seen.

And it lasted less than an hour from when they entered the house to when they left and when they came back.

Apart from anything else, this old locust tree has a height of more than ten meters. The trunk is straight, and there is no bulge or point that can make it stronger. It is impossible to reach the crown of the tree in just half an hour.

Not to mention that it was a hanged corpse. The difficulty of the operation can be imagined, and it is almost impossible to cover people's eyes.

No one dared to stay in the earthen hut while collecting firewood, and everyone followed.

After such an incident, no one dared to approach the gloomy house, so a group of people waited here, and the other group went to find the villagers.

After everyone worked together to hook the corpse down with hemp rope, everyone was stunned.

The villagers who had just cursed clamored back and shouted, leaving the trainees staring at each other.

The white-haired young man took a step back, picked a branch from the firewood held by the trainee on the side, bent down to turn over the head of the corpse.

On the soil is a face mixed with blue and purple, one eyeball does not know where it has fallen, his face is fierce and stiff, and he can't stare at him.

At the same time, the alert tone of the main system also sounded in his ears.

[Submission failed for non-main task items]

Zong Jiu looked down, thoughtful.

It seems that in order to complete the main task, he has to personally confirm whether each dead body is the "perfect corpse" that the carpenter wants to find.

Xu Su exclaimed, "Isn't this the person who led us just now?"

"Yes, but."

Someone's voice was shaking, "It's not that this corpse has been dead for a few days, the one who just led us the way is—"

Dead still.

The time of death is not the same as the time the old Qiang led them just now.

Obviously, either this corpse is a fake, or...the one who just showed them the way is not a human at all!

The sky is getting darker, the mountains are silent, and people's faces are like a statue of fear in the darkness.

Just at this moment, the villagers who rushed back also walked toward this side with the Huozhezi.

"What are you doing all together?"

When Wang Shou came, he was still holding the bowls and chopsticks in his hand. He should have been called from the dinner table.

When he approached to see clearly, he sat back in shock, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground.

Zong Jiu stood aside, secretly glanced at the bowl he overturned.

A piece of white meat wrapped in the crimson soil rolled out of the bowl.

It's amazing to use soil for rice, crimson soil is rarer, but there is a piece of meat next to it, which is puzzling.

Can afford to eat meat, but can't eat without food?

Just when Zong Jiu wanted to move over and take a closer look at the piece of meat, there was a violent commotion among the villagers.

"Quickly--" Wang Shou yelled heartbreakingly after seeing the death of the corpse, "Call, call my father!"

Because of this series of movements, another group of people who had paid for their food also walked out of their house and whispered to the side. The words echoed in the silent night, vaguely able to catch the words "inner ghost", "villager", and "something happened."

"It must be an inner ghost." Yi Ruisi stood behind Anthony and said angrily.

Just now, just like the squad that did not pay the food, the squad that has paid the food quickly chose a leader.

Azan in black didn't express his opinion, and this sweet pastry fell on the body of the A-grade half-blood Anthony. After all, as the right-hand man of No.2, Anthony, known as a barbarian, is not only well-known in the blood clan, but also among ordinary survivors. It is understandable that he will lead him.

Want to come too. The reason why the inner ghost card is different from the normal card is because of the conflict in their main mission.

Protecting villagers is the task of ordinary cards. Now that a villager has died, it is not certain whether there is any inner ghost behind him. But the corpse happened on the old locust tree, and the other side is more suspicious.

Anthony's team is mostly elderly, and it is not too difficult for them with a special manpower to survive. In contrast, how to carry out more dangerous challenges, complete random tasks, and improve their system evaluation is the top priority of their goals.

In the silence, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly appeared in the night.

The old man limped on crutches, holding the thin child in his hand.

Seeing Wang Shoushi sitting on the ground, the child let go and ran over, still calling his father.

[This copy is really difficult, even a child is skinny and skinny]

[Yes... the people who suffer will always be the low-level people, alas, I can’t even eat enough to eat, it’s really pitiful]

"village head!"

Villagers with hoes gave way one after another.

The village chief nodded with a dry cigarette in his hand, and his muddy eyes slowly looked at the shriveled corpse on the ground.

I don't know if it was because of the night, but for a moment, Zong Jiu felt that the other party's eyes turned to pitch black.

Wang Shou pulled the child behind him, his expression flustered, "Father, the old man was still following me about an hour ago."

The other villagers gathered around, waiting for the village chief's decision.

"Yin Po is right."

After a long time, he took a sip from his long cigarette holder, "I'm afraid it's true this time."

"Then what to do?"

There was a commotion among the villagers, "Is the big guy just waiting to die like this?"

"Yes, if it's really like what Yin Po said, wouldn't it be that our whole village—"

"What's the hurry, can you eat rice in a hurry?"

The village chief knocked on the cigarette holder impatiently, "Go back, the sky is already dark and dark, and I will go to the temple to find a way out tomorrow morning. Besides, the woman is babbling every day, pointing. Is it a coincidence?"

Obviously, these remarks were quite convincing, and the commotion gradually subsided.

Hearing that the other villagers were also persuaded, one by one they returned home with torches.

The onlookers looked at each other.

They suddenly felt that the villagers in this village were too calm, so calm that they did not seem to witness the scene of the tragedy.

This is dead, shouldn't it be normal logic to find a way to find the murderer? No matter how you look at their expressions, it seems that you have known the murderer a long time ago.

Besides, this person just showed them the way, and he was drained and hanged when he turned around. The time difference between them is not to be considered. With so many weird circumstances, the villagers of Tongbai Village can still not panic, even if they are used to seeing dead people in famine years, it doesn't make sense.

Things are definitely not that simple.

Many experienced elderly people know this well. Especially the black Azan, with his eyebrows furrowed, he was about to twist into the word Sichuan.

The copy is pushed here, the possibility of a ghostly copy is very high.

Since it is protecting the people in the village, it means that the whole village has been targeted. To deduce, even if it is not an evil spirit with a strong resentment, it is a kind of extremely terrible curse, which will spread to the entire village.

Generally speaking, there must be some unknown story behind such a situation.

Only by clarifying what happened in this village can the people in the village be better protected.

In deep thought, Xu Su asked in a low voice, "Then, what shall we do tonight?"

The house allocated to them is behind the old locust tree. There is the scene of the murder case in front, it is impossible to say that it is impossible. What's more, the Tsuchiya is not only gloomy, but the entire wall is full of scratches, which makes it creepy to look at.

"These are all horror copies, and those anomalies will certainly not be so coincidental."

Someone laughed a few times, "I think to be on the safe side, we'd better find a way to change places, or just camp outside. Anyway, there is a fire, and it's not cold if everyone is in a circle."

The white-haired young man pretended to think, and echoed: "I think this proposal is good. Safety is the most important right now. Let's stay away from the earthen house."

No one wanted to approach the earthen house. This proposal was just what everyone wanted. Except for the dark-haired man in a fur coat giving the young man an unexplainable glance, everyone else raised their hands and expressed their approval.

Zong Jiuquan didn't see this gaze.

In fact, the biggest variable of this dungeon is that Zhuge dark is not necessarily. Because Zong Jiu is sure to use various psychological tactics or acting skills to hide from others, but he has nothing to do with Zhuge An, a resourceful existence that does not follow common sense.

But apart from anything else, Zhuge An did send him a lot of clues in the first copy, and it was the same in Las Vegas. As a smart person, this was already a bright sign.

Just as Zhuge said secretly, it depends on whether Zong Jiu believes it or not.

Unfortunately, Zong Jiu only believed in himself.

So the people who did not pay the food squad randomly picked up an open space around the house and poured firewood on the ground.

After the preparations were finished, everyone's eyes turned to the S-class boss no.3, who was standing by and doing nothing.

Everyone was very curious, and wondered what method he would use to start the fire. When I turned around, I saw Zhuge slowly taking out his Tai Chi gossip plate.

[I'm stupid, what are you doing? 】

[Here, why did you take out the S-level props? Is there a ghost around here? 】

The trainees were shocked and looked around vigilantly.

Zhuge didn't lift his dark eyelids, and turned the hexagram in his hand for a half circle.

In the direction that Li Gua was facing, the firewood ignited with a "tight" sound.

The barrage suddenly realized [I know, I just searched a wave of popular science. It turns out that there are hexagrams representing the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and earth in the gossip. So speaking of it...lighting a fire is not incomprehensible, it’s just a little bit Waste cooling time (kneeling)]

other people:"......?"

Although we all understand the truth, isn't this S-level item used to set fire to violent things?