Chapter 122 The Infinite Player's Ghost Wife
"What is Blizzard Hill?"
Hongyu heard what Xie Qing said and asked with some confusion.
Qian San replied with a grim expression: "The Snowstorm Villa is a very classic isolated island model. A group of people will be trapped in a place where they cannot communicate with the outside world, and then people will die one after another. The real murderer is usually among this group of people. It is not safe until the real murderer is found. Of course, no one will survive."
Hongyu scratched her hair and cursed irritably, "I hate this kind of situation the most."
There are several modes in the escape game. The ones Hongyu has experienced are all about knowing what kills people, and everyone works together to find clues to deal with others. This kind of reasoning is something she is not very good at, and she was not interested in this when she was alive.
Xie Qing had a premonition when the servant said it was going to snow. He looked at the other players in the field, his eyes sweeping across their faces one by one.
Except for Hongyu and Qian San, who were his acquaintances, he was unfamiliar with the remaining four people.
They are a short-haired woman wearing pearl earrings, a middle-aged man wearing a hat and hanging a camera, a slightly fat young man wearing a coat, and an uncle with slightly gray hair and a slightly hunched body.
Apparently, these four people didn't know each other. After hearing Qian San's explanation of the Snowstorm Villa, they all dispersed and stood in different positions.
The cold wind was howling, but even colder were the hearts of the escape players.
Xie Qing suddenly missed Fatty a little. After all, among all the teammates he had experienced, there were very few who were so optimistic and liked to talk nonsense.
The short-haired woman couldn't stand the cold, and shivered as she spoke: "Let's go in first. No matter what the situation is, staying here is not a solution."
Walking from the villa into the hall with a burning fireplace, everyone's hands and feet felt warm at once.
There were exquisite dishes on the long table, still steaming hot, just as the servant had said before he left.
There is one meal on the main seat, and three on each side.
Everyone took their seats. Xie Qing walked to the main seat without hesitation and sat down unceremoniously on the chair that usually symbolized the host.
The man with a hat and a camera hanging on his head was a step slower and sat in the first seat on the left.
Lin Zhi stood behind Xie Qing and looked at the crowd with different expressions.
If this is really the classic Snowstorm Manor, the murderer or the boss behind this copy must be among these people, but he did not feel the same aura as the boss from them.
The reason why this mode limits the number of people is that with too many people there are many eyes and the murderer can be easily exposed. However, if there are too few people the murderer can also be easily exposed. After all, with every death, the scope of the murderer will be narrowed.
The atmosphere was a bit depressing, and the only sound in the air was the sound of wind and snow outside the house.
The man in the coat couldn't stand this kind of oppression anymore and spoke first.
"I don't think it's necessarily this mode. It's actually very simple to know if it's true. We are players. There must be something fishy about the person who can't use his ability."
Qian San was the first to reject the idea: “No…”
However, his words disappeared in his throat before he could finish them.
The eyeballs of the man in the coat standing opposite him suddenly popped out, and his skull seemed to be squeezed by an invisible force, causing him to let out a wail that was almost inhuman and fall into his seat.
The short-haired woman let out a short scream and immediately covered her mouth. The others also stood up nervously.
Xie Qing still sat in his seat, waving a dinner knife in his hand.
Lin Zhi saw the situation clearly. After the man spoke, a pair of rotten hands appeared out of thin air, stuck to the man's temples, and exerted force towards the middle.
After the man died, the hands disappeared again.
Everyone's fear did not seem to be disguised, as if this matter had nothing to do with them.
Qian San tilted his head slightly to avoid looking directly at the corpse with a deformed skull and a miserable death appearance.
"Mr. Moria is a true gentleman. He hates it most when others behave in a disrespectful manner in his territory."
Qian San repeated the driver's advice, which was why he had just rejected the proposal, because the man in the coat mentioned the "player".
In this case, they cannot call themselves players.
Less than a few minutes into the game, the first player died in full view of everyone.
"I think we should introduce ourselves first, get to know each other a little bit before we see what's going on here."
The man in the hat spoke and introduced himself first: "I'm a reporter, you can just call me Lao Pi."
Everyone agreed, and Qian San spoke in turn. "I'm a doctor, my name is Qian San."
The short-haired woman said, "Li Ru, a rich girl, whose job is eating, drinking and having fun."
The man in the faded work jacket stammered, "You can just call me Uncle Liu. I'm the retired policeman."
Hongyu pulled her long hair up and said with a gloomy expression, "Socialite, Hongyu."
Finally, it was Xie Qing's turn. Xie Qing continued to chop meat and answered, "Violinist, Xie Qing."
After saying that, he continued eating, as if the deformed corpse below did not affect his eating speed at all.
Qian Santou was so upset: "How can you still eat this?"
"Eating is important. After all, I went hungry before."
Uncle Liu wondered, "There's no famine in this era, right?"
Xie Qing explained: "But for the juniors who have military training, even the delivery time for food has become longer."
Uncle Liu nodded as if he understood something, but his face was still full of confusion.
"Let's put him aside first. This won't work."
Qian San stood up and Uncle Liu also lent a hand.
Two people carried the man in the coat to the back of the sofa, took off the blanket from the sofa, and covered him with it.
Li Ru flipped through the overcoat man's notebook and introduced his identity: "He is a writer."
But now, it’s not very important.
After everyone was quiet for a while, they decided to search the manor separately.
This manor has three floors and, in addition to a small garden, there is also an attic.
But because of the blizzard, the back door was blocked by snow, so everyone's activities were limited to inside the manor.
Everyone decided to split into three groups and explore the three floors separately.
Hongyu and Xie Qing formed a team, Li Ru and Liu Shu went to the second floor together, and Qian San and Lao Pi went to the third floor.
In addition to the spacious dining room and living room, the first floor also has a small kitchen and several servants' rooms.
Hongyu followed Xie Qing into the kitchen and asked worriedly, "If we can only act according to our identities, then we can't use our abilities, right?"
She thought it was unlikely, but there was the precedent of the man in the coat. He had just mentioned his identity and then suddenly died tragically, which made people feel cold.
After she finished speaking, she looked around, worried that something had happened to her, but when she saw that nothing was wrong, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course you can. This is the meaning of talent. It is impossible to prohibit its use. Just treat us as humans with special abilities."
Xie Qing raised his hand, and the light in the kitchen went out. He pressed the switch again and said with a curved lip, "A male college student who can't do magic is not a good violinist."
Hongyu was now completely relaxed and gave Xie Qing a thumbs up.
She also tried to pull the kitchen plate into the air and put it back, and sure enough, nothing bad happened.
"Who do you think it could be?"
Even though no one had been in trouble yet, Hongyu still asked Xie Qing first.
"You don't have to trust my judgment too much."
Xie Qing touched the coin in his pocket. He had always created the character of a pure and innocent boy, and never created the character of Conan.
"I believe in your ability. After all, last time... I believed in you."
Hongyu didn't mention much, just repeated it.
The bride in the coffin seemed to appear before Xie Qing's eyes again, and he seemed to smell that sweet fragrance in his nose again.
"But I don't think so. After all, this time, I shouldn't be too afraid of virgin blood."
Xie Qing shrugged. He didn't want or like others to pin their hopes for life on him.
"I'll search the two rooms on the left, and you search the right."
Xie Qing opened the refrigerator, took a look, and then walked out the door.
Hongyu had no choice but to walk to the right.
Xie Qing turned the coin in his hand and entered the door on the far left.
The coin in his hand accidentally slipped out of his hand and rolled under the closet.
Xie Qing searched the room with his eyes, trying to find something useful to get the coin out.
However, before he could do anything, the coin that should have been under the closet slowly rolled out from under the closet, stopped right in front of his shoe, and fell down.
The floral pattern is on top.
Xie Qing looked down at the coin and three words popped into his mind.
——Lucky day.
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