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Hearing Gu Xichao's words, Chi Yiyin smiled, looking dangerous and sarcastic in the dim light.

A person who only showed concern about the death of a friend, but showed indifference in an emergency, would say such a thing... Does he really care about the lady boss who was alive a few hours ago?

"Her death was not hours ago, but at least a few days ago."

Chi Yiyin asked softly, "Mr. Gu, haven't you noticed anything amiss in the past few days?"

He raised his eyes to look at Gu Xichao and the head in his hand, he was obviously smiling, but his voice was cool: "Is there anything I didn't notice, Mr. Gu, do you want to tell me?"

Chi Yiyin was testing Gu Xichao.

He said to the other party with a bright expression, "I see you through, now I will give you a chance to take the initiative to tell me the matter." His disguise was so perfect that it was impossible to see whether he was cheating or if he really saw something and found the key evidence.

The smile on Gu Xichao's lips gradually faded.

He is sitting in a wheelchair at the junction of light and dark, with his back facing the light and facing Chi Yiyin, the fire is jumping behind him, the arms of the proprietress are burning with flames in his back, and he is holding the head of the proprietress, when there is no smile His face looked extremely cold.

He stared at Chi Yiyin, traced the outline of this gentleman-like restrained young man with his gaze, and carefully looked at the other's eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to find out the unique charm of an excellent stage actor from those blue eyes Come, see why Chi Yiyin is so unique.

Chi Yiyin also allowed himself to look at her generously, without panicking at all.

There was silence in the woodshed.

Only two people looked at each other, refusing to give in to each other.

When the eyes met, it was a silent fight, **** for tat and not giving an inch of ground, killing each other step by step, suddenly there was the smell of gunpowder smoke permeated in the firelight, the firewood crackled and crackled, and the sound was like the beating of war drums.

The people outside the firewood room were puzzled, and they didn't know what the two men were doing in the firewood room.

The player who was refuted by Chi Yiyin for defending Gu Xichao snorted unhappily: "There is something wrong, why are you pretending to be lofty and deep when you are in the dungeon of the bodhisattva? Drilling into the place of the dead, this is not waiting to trigger difficulties." mission?"

Seeing other people looking at him, the player rolled his eyes and left the kitchen first: "It's your business if you want to play with me, I won't accompany you. At that time, the task cannot be triggered, and the dungeon cannot be separated, so don't cry .”

With the first, there is the second.

Soon, there were only a few people left in the kitchen who had their own thoughts on Chi Yiyin.

Jingcha leaned with folded arms at the door of the firewood room, watching the confrontation between the two with cold eyes, but her evaluation of Gu Xichao had quietly changed.

He has killed many people, players, NPCs, and even many people related to the game field itself. Beneath the youthful appearance is a rotten soul.

But it was also because of this that he could easily smell the smell of similar people. Those... hunters who are also in the dark.

It wasn't Chi Yiyin, but Gu Xichao.

Chi Yiyin's vigilance towards Gu Xichao reminded Jingcha, and he noticed something was wrong under his attention.

Is this NPC with little information, who can win favor and harmless comments every time he appears in front of players, really as simple as it seems?

The same question gradually became clear in Chi Yiyin's mind.

People have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, just like the dead deli uncle said, because of the killing at the Snow Mountain Hotel, the number of people visiting the Snow Mountain has decreased a lot, fearing that they will be the next one.

Even the proprietress and the fireman tried to escape several times, but failed.

What about Gu Xichao?

As he said, since he would stay at the Snow Mountain Hotel for a short time every year, and he was on good terms with the proprietress, how could he not know about the invitation letter? But if you know, why go against everyone and come to a dangerous place?

Or... Gu Xichao knows something that can ensure that he is not randomly invited?

Chi Yiyin looked at Gu Xichao with dull eyes.

However, after a long silence, Gu Xichao curled his lips again and smiled softly: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you. I rarely go downstairs, so I don't know what happened downstairs."

"As for the proprietress."

Gu Xichao lowered his eyes, and a lock of neatly combed hair fell in front of his eyes in a slight curl.

He chuckled lightly, with a deep and mellow voice: "May she rest in peace, and may the gods forgive her, so that she can repent of her sins in this life, and walk through the narrow gate to the land of light."

After finishing speaking, Gu Xichao slightly raised his eyes, held the proprietress' head in his hands, and handed it to Chi Yiyin's direction.

"Since you asked me to bring it in for you, it should be returned to you now."

I don't know if it was because of the change in the angle of light and shadow, but when Gu Xichao laughed, he was no longer as gentle and refined as when he was in the kitchen just now, but like a demon who had torn off his restraints.

He still has that handsome face, but when he looks at you, it will make you shudder, and even his smile is full of a knife that has been tempered with poison.

However, Chi Yiyin only paused in the movements of his subordinates, and then took the proprietress' head without being affected at all.

Holding the half-rotten head through a handkerchief, he gently tidied up the messy hair of the proprietress, and gathered them all behind the head, revealing the pale and stiff face of the proprietress.

"Mr. Gu, have you ever heard of such a statement?"

Chi Yiyin said softly: "When people die, they will use their eyes to record the last scene they saw, and among them... there will be the murderer who killed them."

He smiled and looked at Gu Xichao: "If I look at the proprietress now, will I be looking at the murderer?"

Gu Xichao looked at Chi Yiyin quietly, then nodded with a smile, as if he couldn't hear the sharpness hidden in the other's words, but said: "If she knows that someone cares so much about her life and death, she will be very happy."

"I really hope that the murderer who killed them can be caught as soon as possible."

them?

Chi Yiyin noticed Gu Xichao's words, which made him frown.

The other party is saying, does he know the previous deaths? Want to use this to explain to himself how much he controls the Snow Mountain Hotel?

"The proprietress died in the woodshed, maybe the murderer did it while she came to check the fire?"

Chi Yiyin kept his composure, managed his expression to be watertight, made a look of being puzzled, and asked, "Why didn't the fireman come to see the stove, but let the proprietress come here in person?"

Gu Xichao looked surprised, and said, "What are you talking about? What kind of pyrotechnics?"

"I have lived in the hotel for so long, and the proprietress has always taken care of the place alone, and there is no fireman."

Chi Yiyin's eyebrows and eyes sank, she looked over Gu Xichao who was in the wheelchair, and looked at Chen San who had just returned from vomiting outside.

If Gu Xichao and Chen San had completely different opinions, he could only believe one...

As soon as Gu Xichao said this, the audience before the live broadcast was also shocked: [Wait, this is different from what the previous player said! ]

[No, there really are fire workers! When I brushed this dungeon, there were not only firemen in the hotel, but also the boss and chef! ]

[Could it be that they triggered the hidden thread in this dungeon? ]

[After the death of the proprietress and the deli owner, the only person who knows the hotel best is this regular customer. ]

Some old players realized the difficulty of the current situation: [This also means that no matter what he said, others have no way to verify it. Whether it's the friendship with the proprietress, the number of employees, or other information... it's all about what he said. ]

In the live broadcast hall, more and more people were attracted by the live broadcast of the [Snow Mountain Horror] dungeon, and the number of real-time viewers continued to rise.

In particular, Chi Yiyin's live broadcast room has soared from 30,000 viewers at the beginning of the broadcast to nearly 200,000. But in terms of growth multiple, it ranks first among all players in the dungeon.

Obviously there were C-level players like Wang Lele and Chen San, but Chi Yiyin, an E-level player, overwhelmed everyone, and the audience was attracted by him.

Such an abnormal situation has also attracted the attention of many old players.

There are no guilds or alliances in the carnival game field, because the temporary residence area can provide a life that is no different from reality, and because there is a copy of [Snow Mountain Cry] that can be easily scored, which allows many weak players to survive Going down, there is no need to report to the group to keep warm.

But among high-level players, there is news exchange.

Like... there's the truth about the playground itself.

Some high-level players who seek to trigger A-level or even S-level dungeons, get through the game field and return to reality, will use their own means to monitor the situation in the game field. Some of them firmly believe that no matter how well the playground hides, the truth will still seep through anomalies and mutations.

That is their opportunity.

The uncharacteristically difficult level of [Snow Mountain Horror] also made high-level players realize that something was wrong, and they sent messages to each other.

"and many more!"

One A-level player was shocked to find out—"Why is the pope in this dungeon?! What are the awakened people on the morning star list trying to do!"

"Quickly ask, is this anomaly related to the Morning Star list?"

"Gu Xichao? I've heard this name in other dungeons."

Someone is exclaiming: "What's going on? Why is there a connection between the replicas? This is impossible!"

"Damn it! I knew that the Awakened are simply a bunch of lunatics!"

In a place that ordinary players can't see, many high-level players have received messages, and they communicate urgently with each other, passing news about abnormalities in the dungeon.

The communication quickly reached Red Bird.

He stared intently at the screen, unwilling to move away for a second to miss the picture of Chi Yiyin, and only stretched out his hand to touch the terminal blindly.

As soon as the connect button was pressed, an eager, almost roaring voice came in from the other side.

Red Bird trembled from the shock, and glanced at the contact person unhappily.

"pope?"

He rolled his eyes, and was noncommittal to the other party's doubts: "If you think this matter has something to do with the Pope, then you should ask him in person, don't come here to torment me if you don't have the guts."

"Besides..."

Red Bird chuckled: "Want empty glove information? It's a beautiful idea."

The other party held his breath, but still swallowed his breath and told the information he had.

It's about Gu Xichao.

Listening and listening, Red Bird's expression, which was still indifferent just now, gradually became serious, and his body, which was slumped in the chair, slowly straightened up, and his eyes turned from the screen to the terminal.

The A-level player on the opposite side heard the name Gu Xichao for the first time from the final boss of an A-level dungeon.

Eleven A-level and B-level players entered the instance, but only three left alive. When killing the final boss, the man vomited blood and lay on his back, but laughed loudly, saying that Gu Xichao really hit the nail on the head with everything today.

The player originally thought that Gu Xichao was a hidden character in the dungeon, so they forced the boss to hand over Gu Xichao, but the boss mocked: "Compared to me, when you meet Gu Xichao, you will know what real despair is... When the day comes, remember to confess to God and beg His forgiveness."

No one knew who Gu Xichao was.

Even the A-level player temporarily sealed the name of Gu Xichao in his heart after searching for nothing, thinking that it was an unwilling curse from the dungeon boss before he died, or a branch that they failed to trigger smoothly at the time .

Until today, after seeing the mutated copy of [Snow Mountain Horror], the previous memory was found again, reminding the player of that past.

"I put a high price on the black market for news about Gu Xichao, but unfortunately, no one knows who he is, not even the most basic identity information."

The player watched the live broadcast and wondered, "Could it be that he went to this dungeon for vacation?"

Red Bird: "..."

What a joke, players can download dungeons everywhere, but I have never heard of the NPC of the dungeon being able to leave the dungeon.

"Now you should tell me whether Gu Xichao has anything to do with the Pope and the anomaly in this dungeon."

The player sneered, and said: "If the Pope really ruined the dungeon, believe me, those low-level maggots nesting in the temporary residence area will definitely hate the Pope."

Red Bird sneered: "In the game field, there is no reason to say who is weak. Those people gave up the chance to find the truth and leave the game field. They felt that it was too tiring and dangerous, and they didn't want to bear the danger brought by the dungeon. That will lead to the current situation, which is what they should have expected."

"I can't see the truth, so what does it have to do with the Pope?"

Red Bird looked at Chi Yiyin on the screen again.

He has already discovered that Chi Yiyin has begun to doubt everything in the dungeon and the game field, and has even accurately judged the chaotic position of the system.

Chi Yiyin... is gradually approaching the truth.

As Red who holds countless information, Red Bird is very clear that there is no so-called dungeon in the game field!

When those low-level players thought that [Snow Mountain Cry] was a bodhisattva who could easily get points, they never thought that there might be another possibility—what they saw was always the illusion shown to them by the copy.

Those people are not entitled to the truth.

But now, whether it was because of Chi Yiyin's joining or some other factors, the dungeon began to change.

The truth that has been hidden below the surface...

Slowly revealing the real side.

Brutal, desperate, never-ending.

Red Bird looked at Chi Yiyin on the screen, and after a long while, smiled softly.

Even those who can see the truth still think that the current anomaly is related to the Pope. Those people are blinded by arrogance and cannot see the truth that is close at hand.

— It is not the Pope who brings about these changes.

It was Chi Yiyin who was ignored by them.

"Chi Yiyin..."

Red Bird covered her lips, with a bright smile in her eyes: "If the Pope can't kill him, maybe I can pry a corner? It doesn't matter who he was before."

Now, he's the one who might point to the truth about the carnival playground.

The copy is isolated and independent. Once it starts running, it will become a small world of its own and cannot communicate with the game field independently.

Chi Yiyin didn't know the waves caused by him in the outside world, but only realized the current dungeon—or the popularity of his live broadcast room—from the real-time data broadcast in the live broadcast room.

But theoretically, this shouldn't be true.

Because of the super high cost performance, it is not an exaggeration to say that [Snow Mountain Cry] has been maxed out by players. No one is interested in live broadcasts that are not innovative and undead. It is difficult for players to get rewards from live broadcasts in this dungeon. , The live broadcast has no popularity at all.

But now just from the analysis of the data, the popularity of the dungeon live broadcast is soaring rapidly.

There is only one possibility—the current live broadcast content is something that the audience has never seen before, and it is full of unprecedented dangers, including the possibility of death.

That is to say, neither Gu Xichao nor the disappearing pyrotechnician is different from the previous situation.

Chi Yiyin's thoughts turned around, and she already understood.

Even though the system has been on guard against him, and even tried to confuse him with ambiguous news, it never expected that even the most useless live broadcast data can be transformed by Chi Yiyin into a means of exploring the truth.

While other players were using the live broadcast data to calculate points and be complacent, Chi Yiyin used the only data disclosed to him by the system to trace the system backwards.

Although Li Sijun didn't go to the kitchen, unlike what he claimed, he didn't just put his interest in Chi Yiyin aside.

He only lasted a few seconds alone in the corridor, and then he refocused on the confrontation between Chi Yiyin and Gu Xichao.

Before the system realized that he had missed the bottom line, Li Sijun had already seen everything from Chi Yiyin's micro-expression.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't expect Chi Yiyin to be able to do this.

Immediately, he chuckled happily, and felt a shock when he raised his chest.

Before he even realized it, there was already a smile in those golden brown eyes.

"Chi Yiyin...Really, if I haven't seen you for a second, you turned the stage over."

Li Sijun's eyes flashed with infinite brilliance, and he whispered to himself, "Are you so obsessed with the truth?"

When he called Chi Yiyin's name, it was as intimate as calling his true love, but that smile was never warm, indifferent and dangerous, like a sharp knife that was thrown into his chest to take someone's life in Yan Yanyan.

The player who left the kitchen complained and muttered, walked past the living room, but looked up and saw Li Sijun on the stairs.

It was just a casual glance, but no matter what, I couldn't move my eyes away.

The player looked up at Li Sijun in a daze, and felt an urge to kneel on the ground at that moment, as if he had been traveling all his life just to be able to kneel at the feet of God, and this was his end.

Li Sijun raised his eyelashes, and glanced lazily over the players.

[Congratulations to the survivors! You have triggered the task 'God loves the world', please complete the task before the end of the copy, the current progress -100/100】

At that moment, the system's prompt sounded from the player's mind.

"what!"

The player was stunned for a moment, then screamed in disbelief, and confirmed with the system again and again: "I didn't do anything, why did I trigger the mission? Besides, you didn't write the specific content of this mission at all. No one knows, how to do it?!"

The system seemed to be disconnected, no matter how much the player yelled, it never went online.

The abnormality attracted the audience in the live broadcast room: [Muang, what did he do just now, why was he unable to trigger the mission before, but now he can? ]

[Grass, the sense of substitution is too strong, and I have already started to feel anxious. If you can't find the main body of the task and don't know what you should do, you won't be able to complete the task, and if you can't finish it... you won't be able to leave the instance, and you will definitely die. ]

[It is estimated that he will be able to see his death in a while, tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect that people can die in Sending Fen Bodhisattva, what kind of luck is this? ]

[what? Only dungeon NPCs and bosses can issue tasks, right? Except for Gu Xichao, there is not a single living NPC in the hotel. How did he trigger the mission? ]

Li Sijun quickly lost interest in the players, and looked away lazily, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

"So, it's very noisy."

He sighed, not even complaining.

Some people are not yet qualified to make him angry.

In such a comparison, when Chi Yiyin was not around, Li Sijun suddenly realized the necessity of Chi Yiyin—at least, there is no need to be bored anymore.

Thinking so, Li Sijun put one hand in his pocket, walked down the stairs with his long legs, and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

In the chaifang, Chi Yiyin made his own judgment decisively between the two choices.

"Mr. Gu, this head should not be returned to me, but to the proprietress."

Chi Yiyin held the proprietress' head, turned around and gently placed it on the proprietress' skin bag on the ground, as if to put it back together with the proprietress.

But when he turned his back to Gu Xichao, he quickly made a move, taking advantage of the convenience brought by his posture, and quickly checked the proprietress' palm.

When two completely different claims appeared at the same time, he chose... to confirm the truth by himself.

If, as Gu Xichao said, there is always only the proprietress alone in the hotel, then all the work in the hotel must be done by the proprietress. In this way, chopping wood, repairing furniture, cleaning... her hands will definitely become rough.

The dungeon has exactly the same configuration as the real one, and suddenly it is another reality, which Chi Yiyin had already confirmed when the uncle died.

If the proprietress has calluses on her hands, the dungeon will definitely restore such small details.

But what Chi Yiyin saw was smooth palms.

Even though the proprietress's death is grim now, her skin and flesh are already black and stiff, but it can still be seen that these are hands that seldom work.

It is definitely not the hand that can support the Snow Mountain Hotel for more than ten years.

Chi Yiyin's eyes dimmed.

But just when he was about to get up, he found that the proprietress, whose body was intact, slowly closed her eyes in front of him, and even her expression of fear and disbelief became calm.

Chi Yiyin was taken aback, then turned to look at Gu Xichao.

"What's wrong?"

Gu Xichao smiled and asked: "Is there anything else you want to ask? As long as I know, I will know everything."

But under Gu Xichao's gaze, Chi Yiyin thought of another thing instead.

If the proprietress really died half a month ago, it means that her body has been placed in the woodshed for a long time, and anyone who enters the woodshed should have found her.

But the current situation is the opposite. The fireman who should have entered the firewood room most often, not only did not find her body, but he himself disappeared without a trace.

Perhaps... after the death of the burner, everyone, including Gu Xichao and the proprietress, had memory problems, just like the residents of the small town after the invitation letter incident in the past, they forgot that the deceased had ever existed.

The proprietress died in peace, but instead gave Chi Yiyin a reminder.

"I remember the proprietress introduced that there is a vacant room on the first floor, which was used as a staff room before."

When Chi Yiyin said this, he never took his eyes off Gu Xichao's face, trying to capture every subtle change in his emotions.

But Gu Xichao just listened calmly, and then apologized: "I seldom come to the first floor, and I don't care much about these things. I'm afraid I can't help you with this."

"It's ok."

Chi Yiyin had long expected that Gu Xichao would prevaricate in this way, before the other party's voice fell, she walked towards him with long legs, held the wheelchair, lowered her eyes and smiled at him: "In that case, let's go and see together Let's see."

"It's also a re-introduction to the Snow Mountain Hotel for Mr. Gu."

He said it easily, as if he really had no purpose, just to take a look at the Snow Mountain Hotel.

But the action of him pushing Gu Xichao's wheelchair did not leave the other party with the slightest chance to refuse.

When walking out of the firewood room, Chi Yiyin glanced at Chu Yueli who had been waiting in the kitchen, and then turned his gaze behind him.

Chu Yueli understood, walked in the opposite direction with Chi Yiyin on crutches, passed him, and then walked into the firewood room, guarding the corpse instead of Chi Yiyin, and at the same time inspected the firewood room for the second time.

Because of Gu Xichao's presence, Chi Yiyin couldn't concentrate on inspecting the woodshed. He was wary of Gu Xichao, so how could he show the extent of his intelligence in front of the other party?

So he took Gu Xichao to the room where the burner should live. While verifying Gu Xichao's words, he also wanted to lure Gu Xichao away so that Chu Yueli had the opportunity to enter the firewood room.

one stone two bird.

Gu Xichao's eyes fell on Chu Yueli's body. He had already raised his hand in the blanket on his lap, as if he wanted to move, but after seeing Yueli's lameness clearly, he lowered his arm again.

His eyes flickered, and he turned away with a sigh.

It was precisely because of this tiny mistake that Gu Xichao did not stop Chi Yiyin's actions in time.

The wheelchair was pushed across the wooden floor, and the creaking sound echoed in the long dark corridor, as if this road would never end.

Chi Yiyin asked about Gu Xichao's situation like a chat, trying to understand the identity and background of the other party.

Talking about the memories of when he was still healthy, Gu Xichao couldn't help showing a smile on his lips.

"Mr. Gu's first trip to Lianping Snow Mountain, is it with his family?"

Chi Yiyin asked, but his eyes never left Gu Xichao: "When I was young, there was only me and my mother who left early and returned late at home. At that time, the gift I wanted most was to go on a trip with my mother. It's just a pity. It never worked out.”

Even gods show their weakness when it comes to things they really care about.

Under Chi Yiyin's guidance, Gu Xichao unconsciously recalled the scene of his first trip.

When Chi Yiyin mentioned "mother", he noticed that the corners of Gu Xichao's mouth curled down, and then he pursed it until it turned white.

Even though this tiny movement lasted less than a second, it was enough for Chi Yiyin to see Gu Xichao's attitude towards his mother clearly.

sad.

Then comes anger.

Why does Gu Xichao have such emotions about the memories of family trips in the past?

Chi Yiyin didn't ask too much, in order not to overwhelm the enemy, but kept using words to guide the other party to reveal as much personal emotion as possible when recalling.

During the conversation, the two quickly walked through the corridor and stopped in front of the staff rooms.

"Although you haven't been able to realize your wish to travel before, you will definitely in the future."

Gu Xichao looked sincere, as if he was really blessing Chi Yiyin. He asked, "I don't know how to address you? It's been a long time since I've had such a good conversation with anyone."

"I know a friend who likes to enjoy stage plays. Although I couldn't understand him before, after talking with you, I thought, maybe stage plays are also worth trying."

Sitting in a wheelchair, he looked up at Chi Yiyin and said with a smile, "Perhaps, I can really find the answer I want in the stage play."

Chi Yiyin raised her eyebrows, a little confused about the "stage play" that Gu Xichao mentioned.

However, he still told the other party his name.

"When I find out the truth about the death of the proprietress, I don't want to tell you the truth as an unknown person."

Chi Yiyin said: "In this way, when you recall in the future, you will remember...the person who found the murderer is named Chi Yiyin."

"This will be a name you will never forget, Mr. Gu."

Gu Xichao looked at Chi Yiyin firmly, then nodded happily: "I think so."

He smiled and pointed to the locked door in front of him: "Mr. Chi doesn't want to see this room? Won't you open the door?"

Gu Xichao spread his hands, unable to help and said: "Although I really want to help Mr. Chi, but I don't know where the key is, sorry."

"It's ok."

Chi Yiyin didn't care.

He took two steps forward, took the footless bird brooch off the suit, and inserted the tip of the brooch into the keyhole with nimble and skillful fingers.

In front of Gu Xichao, Chi Yiyin did not shy away from his little skills.

But when Gu Xichao saw the footless bird brooch clearly, his smiling face was obviously a little dazed, and then he looked at Chi Yiyin in surprise, as if he was comparing something.

"A beautiful brooch."

He praised: "The way it is used by its owner is even more beautiful. Mr. Chi, where did you buy this?"

Chi Yiyin glanced at the brooch, because of Gu Xichao's words, the woman's indifferent face with tightly pursed lips, and the flashing steel blue eyes appeared in his mind...

"Click!" With a sound, the door lock opened.

He also collected himself, and the association just now disappeared.

"thanks."

He nodded to Gu Xichao, and put the brooch back on: "Let's go."

The door, which was covered with a thick layer of dust, had obviously not been used for a long time, the door hinge was rusted, and there was a harsh friction sound when it was pushed.

And as the door slowly opened, the scene behind the door gradually appeared in Chi Yiyin's vision.

Then, he froze in place heavily.

The dust was blown up by the wind blowing in, sinking and floating in the sunlight coming in from the window. And on a deck chair under the sun, a figure sat.

The man lay on the chair with his head tilted, as if he was just asleep, his face was peaceful, the shadow of his eyelashes fell on his face.

But his body was already covered with dust, and his flesh and blood were like dead things.

that face...

It was clearly the proprietress who had just appeared in the woodshed.

But she was out of breath, and she didn't know how long she had been dead here until Chi Yiyin opened the door and found her dead.

Chi Yiyin's eyes slowly widened, and even his breathing eased for a while.

He raised his legs and stepped into the room, stepped on the dusty floor with light and slow steps, and walked towards the proprietress in the lounge chair.

Her body was already cold, without breathing or pulse.

But when Chi Yiyin took a closer look, a sense of terror rose from the weirdness.

The body of the proprietress is soft.

Unlike the hideous and weird flesh in the firewood room, the corpse in the recliner didn't even have a single wound, and there was no sign of decay. If you didn't reach out to feel her pulse, you might even think that she just fell asleep peacefully.

But the thick dust that fell on the proprietress clearly said that she died far longer than the corpse looked.

Chi Yiyin's hands froze in mid-air.

Starting from the death in the firewood room, all conventional judgments of death have been invalidated, science has faded, and weirdness has invaded this small wooden building, making all deaths invisible.

The skills he had mastered gradually no longer worked.

Like an unexplainable death.

— Can a person die twice at the same time?

A slight sound came from outside the room, someone was walking from the corridor with regular and leisurely steps, stepping on the creaking wooden floor.

He was laughing, and the out-of-key ditty broke and echoed repeatedly in the empty space, eerie and creepy.

Chi Yiyin stood in front of the window, turned around and looked against the light.

Then he saw Li Sijun's figure appearing in the corridor outside the door.

Li Sijun stood behind Gu Xichao with one hand in his pocket, looking at him with a smile through the wheelchair and the dusty room.

"Chi Yiyin."

He softly called his name, affectionately: "Do you want to find the truth?"

Li Sijun was clearly smiling, but his eyes were full of seriousness: "Even if the truth is a burden and pain you cannot bear, do you still want to pursue it?"

In the ups and downs of light and dust, Chi Yiyin stood silently with her eyes closed, like a statue of a **** in the colorful light of the stained glass window under a dilapidated church. It is a beauty beyond the world, blurring the boundary between man and god.

"It's never been said whether to bear it or not."

Chi Yiyin looked at Li Sijun calmly: "For me, the truth has never been a false concept."

"That's a real person."

Origin, character, destination, the pain and laughter of a lifetime... Chi Yiyin once stood alone in the bustling street, observing the world with cold eyes, trying to figure out every living and flesh-and-blood person.

In his writing, the truth is never a mere record, and the point is always the real person who existed.

—Things that are not human were once human, and the misery and resentment they experienced shaped them.

And what Chi Yiyin did was to peel them off and rewrite them in his own pen to reproduce them.

Just like the book he wrote for Ma Yuze.

The truth is not what existed, but the people there, what happened, and their emotions.

Unwilling? anger? Or remorse?

What Chi Yiyin wanted to find in the Snow Mountain Hotel was not only the cause of the strange death, but the truth behind the invitation letter, those people who were here before.

Gu Xichao's eyes looking at Chi Yiyin slowly widened, the light in them fluttered uncontrollably, and he unconsciously held his breath because of his unexpected answer.

next second—

[Congratulations to the survivor Chi Yiyin! The mission "Children Burning Hearts" is triggered, please complete it before the dungeon time ends. Current progress 10/100. 】

Chi Yiyin was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously turned around to look at the body of the proprietress beside her, and quickly searched her memory to recall the node where she triggered the mission.

At the same moment, except for Chi Yiyin, Chu Yueli and other players who had their hearts on Chi Yiyin all heard the prompt from the system.

Including Jing Cha, all the players who came into contact with Chi Yiyin received this task called "Children Burning Heart".

There was noise from the kitchen and living room.

The dusty room was still silent.

Gu Xi