Chapter 13 The Dead Manor Owner (6)
"Shut your mouth!" Fang Ke was so annoyed that he wanted to kill someone. He found a random excuse to get Wang Lingxin away. "I'll go with him to find the master bedroom. You go find the others and the basement."
After Wang Lingxin walked away, looking back every few steps, Fang Ke took a deep breath and looked at Shen Qinian with a complicated expression. His throat seemed to be choked by a thorn, and he said with difficulty: "I...you..."
"Hmm?" Shen Qinian looked over gently.
"It's okay..." Fang Ke clenched his palms, "She..."
"I don't know what to say, just leave her alone!"
"Yeah." There was a silence, leaving only the sound of footsteps.
"Um...I'm not called Little Tangyuan, and you can't call me that either!"
"Student Fang Ke, we don't seem to be that familiar yet." Chen Ci glanced at him with a smile and raised his chin. "Watch the road. If you don't turn ahead, are you going to perform a wall-walking trick?"
Fang Ke turned suddenly and narrowly avoided hitting the wall.
He cursed in his heart, he didn't know what was wrong with him today, he kept doing stupid things, he regretted blurting out these words just now, yes, he was not familiar with the other person, why did the other person call him by his nickname.
Not familiar again!
Fang Ke gritted his teeth and thought fiercely, Not familiar, um, not familiar.
Shen Cinian has been to his house twice and even to his bedroom. Why shouldn't he be familiar with him?
Although… he just learned Shen Cinian’s name.
But friendship is not based on names.
Although... we don't really have much of a relationship.
But he is unreasonable.
Chen Cinian has already pushed him against the wall three times, so why isn't he familiar with him?
Fang Ke almost stomped his feet as he walked forward, kicking every door he saw.
The noise was so loud that Shen Ci Nian frowned slightly.
"Come here," he said in a deep voice.
If Fang Ke were to walk in front, the whole building would collapse.
Seeing Fang Ke turned around and walked towards this side, Shen Chenian softened his tone, "Follow me, walk lightly and don't use so much force, doesn't it hurt if you walk for a long time?"
Fang Ke walked over subconsciously, but stopped halfway, his face becoming gloomy.
Why should he be obedient when he is not familiar with the subject.
He was about to kick.
Fang Ke turned around like a madman and stomped his feet back. There was no door in front of him, so he kicked the wall.
My toes hurt. Being a dying man is a great aura.
He took a deep breath but didn't show it.
Chen Ci Nian laughed lightly, which immediately drew Fang Ke's angry glare: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm not laughing at you," he said to Fang Ke, "Okay, stop staring at me. I'm really not laughing at you. This place is spooky, and it's scary when you look at me like that."
As they were talking, the two of them went up another floor. Shen Cinian suddenly passed Fang Ke and walked to the front, holding the handle of a door.
Fang Ke's spirits lifted, thinking this should be the place. He was about to follow in with his head down, but Shen Qinian stopped him.
"Wait for me here," he said gently, "and watch the door for me so I don't get scared inside, okay?"
"Hmm..." Fang Ke responded sullenly.
For a moment, he felt that Shen Cinian was talking to a puppy.
Puppies are not allowed to enter the owner's room without permission and can only stay outside to guard the door, right?
Fang Ke stood at the door vigilantly. Although he was indeed watching the door, his eyes were mostly on Shen Cinian who was inside.
His mood was up and down, coming and going, but now it was a little better than before.
Fang Ke's eyes were fixed on the cuffs of Shen Cinian. The clothes of a marquis were always complicated, but when worn on Shen Cinian, it did not feel redundant. Instead, it gave a very clean and noble feeling.
Shen Cinian always spoke gently, and his movements were neither hurried nor slow, calm and orderly, without any sense of incongruity.
Shen Cinian acted very well, but what about him...
Fang Ke himself couldn't remember how many times he had pursed his lips. He suddenly felt that he should at least act a little, be more professional, at least not be too far behind Chen Ci Nian.
He straightened up a little, although only a little bit, and Shen Qinian seemed to notice it and glanced over.
"Student Fang Ke," Chen Cinian smiled gently, "Relax, I didn't make you stand in the corner."
Who...who...is standing in the corner as punishment.
Fang Ke pretended not to hear, but his ears moved slightly.
Chen Cinian noticed that there was a little red on the tip of Fang Ke's ear and thought it was very interesting, but he didn't continue to tease Fang Ke.
He sat behind the table as if it was his right, looking like the master of the house.
Fang Ke swallowed unconsciously. He wanted to go in, get closer, stand in front of Shen Qinian, or...
Fang Ke quickly suppressed his fantasy, pouted awkwardly and tilted his head to look at the corridor.
He could still control himself and wouldn't go to that extent. He wasn't so evil as to actually kidnap his teacher in real life.
But he wanted to do this.
Wang Lingxin actually didn't understand him at all. He didn't want to support a pretty boy at all. He didn't want to support Shen Cinian, he wanted to force Shen Cinian to support him.
He would give Shen Cinian money, a lot of money, as long as Shen Cinian played the game of keeping him.
It's a sick idea, it's very sick, very awkward and very inappropriate, but that's what he thought.
Perhaps, it may be possible to do so in the future.
Shen Ci Nian didn't look up. He was concentrating on looking at the documents sorted out on the table. Although Marquis Robert Cecil was a conservative, his political radicalism was no less than that of the Radical Party. He casually flipped through the notes on the table and found that there were many metaphors in them, hiding something unusual.
Some of the hidden contents were too shocking. Shen Cinian looked at the geographical map of Lan Country on the bookshelf not far away and had an idea in his mind.
Actually, it doesn’t matter too much. There is still some time before the Second Rambu War, and they may not stay until then.
You just need to complete the dungeon before that to avoid the conflict.
This copy is a little special. What's special about it? Chen Ci Nian frowned and couldn't figure it out for a while.
However, the reward for that special side quest is obviously problematic, which means that the weird game can already affect reality to a certain extent. It seems that the main system is willing to use any means to upgrade and even collude with certain human leaders.
Shen Cinian didn't bother to care about his subordinates' dishonesty. The top ten Abyss-level people were always changing, and he always turned a blind eye to those fights.
The sky outside looked like it was getting brighter, but just as it was getting light, it suddenly became as dark as day.
The bell rang a second time.
[The player "Nokia Phone" has his soul shattered and is confirmed dead.]
[The player "AAA Building Materials Mr. Liu" has his soul shattered and is confirmed dead.]
[Find key information, increase the exploration level of the deceased manor owner's story to 45%, and obtain the player's last words. ]
There's an empty cemetery north of the estate. We dug up the graves and found they were filled with guns and ammunition. We don't understand Lan, but there's a word that appears frequently on the tombstones: Cecil.
Cecil, Cecil.
Derived from Latin, the meaning is often related to "sixth" or "blind".
But here, it's the family name, Cecil.
When the player death rate reaches 25%, the midnight storyline - The Banquet of the Dead - is triggered. All players must play their roles and gather in the banquet hall. Before the third bell rings, you must recognize each other, otherwise you will vote to kill a player. Note: There may be undead among you, so please be careful to identify whether they are truly your teammates.
Fang Ke suddenly poked his head in from the doorway and said in a harsh tone, "You, put on gloves before you go out."
"Those two are dead. They are also undead. Your newcomer sign is too obvious. They will come after you first."
Fang Ke had already secretly decided that if Shen Qinian didn't listen to him, then no matter whether the creature approaching Shen Qinian was human or monster, he would kick it away.
He had finally found such a good partner, and he couldn't let Shen Qinian disappear like this.
Shen Cinian was a little absent-minded, he was thinking about something else.
"Voting to die" is unique to game copies, such as Werewolf and Script Killing copies.
But this copy clearly isn't.
Open-ended role-playing dungeons are more like movie interpretations, and to really play this type of dungeon well requires excellent acting skills.
Those who are good at the game can use intrigue to make it exciting, while those who are not good at the game can just force their way through by punching around like Fang Ke.
Chen Cinian is a person who is very serious and attentive in everything he does. He wants to have fun and doesn't want Fang Ke to mess up.
He adjusted his glasses, feeling somewhat helpless, and stood up and walked into the inner room. When he appeared in Fang Ke's sight again, he had changed into a suit, was wearing black leather gloves, and was holding a cane. The handkerchief in his jacket pocket was even carefully folded into a beautiful white rose.
He walked up to Fang Ke and stretched out his hand with his palm facing up.
Fang Ke stared at the palm of Shen Qinian's hand for a long time, then raised his hand and clapped his hands.
Shen Ci Nian smiled.
"Give me your hand," he said, his voice still gentle. "Wearing the watch so tight will cut off your blood circulation."
Fang Ke pursed his lips into a slit.
But fortunately, Shen Qinian didn't find out why he wore it so tightly.
He stretched out his hand and let Shen Cinian bend down to adjust his watch strap.
He was glad that Shen Cinian was a newcomer and might not know that the weird game was entered by consciousness or soul.
Their image in the game is the embodiment of their subconscious.
What clothes they wear and what accessories they wear, except for game props, are all realities created by consciousness.
He has this watch in his subconscious.
Shen Cinian let go of Fang Ke's hand, feeling a little amused.
It's funny. Because...
He felt that Fang Ke was a little obedient just now.
When this adjective appears on Fang Ke, it is very funny, strange, unreasonable, but... very interesting.
Fang Ke was indeed very well behaved. He had been waiting for him obediently at the door just now. Now he asked Fang Ke to stretch out his paw and he really did it.
It's a good dog.
Shen Cinian suddenly felt that his bad squad leader was quite cute when he was obedient.
If other people knew what Shen Cinian was thinking, they would definitely think that Shen Cinian was crazy, extremely crazy, and simply insane.
If Fang Ke knew what Shen Qinian was thinking, he might be a little happy, followed by a little dissatisfied.
He would feel that Shen Cinian used the wrong adjective.
He is not a good dog, he is a vicious dog.
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