Then after a while, Ning Que found that he couldn't sleep at all, so he got up immediately and found that the players were still gathered in groups of three or two, talking with their heads down, and the man in the suit and the man with the white tiger back each had the corpse of a small monster next to them.
Ning Que yawned and asked, "Do you have a stainless steel washbasin?"
Everyone: ...
A little girl with twin pigtails and wearing a blue work uniform replied weakly, "I have it."
Ning Que watched her take out a pile of rusty scrap iron from the space, then slowly peel out a little bit of silver-white metal from it, which slowly condensed into a basin shape.
She asked, “How high?”
Ning Que gestured to her to show her the size: it was a little taller and had a shorter radius.
Big beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and finally a stainless steel basin appeared in front of everyone.
In the end, Ning Que was extremely satisfied with what he had in his hand, but the middle-aged woman next to the little girl seemed a little unhappy, "You gave this to her for free."
The little girl said weakly: "Anyway, my ability is here. It's of no use at the moment. I just hope it can be of some help to everyone."
Ning Que asked Honghong to catch a little monster and quickly stuff it in.
The little monster was jumping around in the basin. Ning Que pressed down on it and yelled to the person next to him, "Help!"
Perhaps fearing the little monster would suddenly escape, most people came over. The middle-aged woman put her hand on it, still mumbling, "It's really unethical to catch such a dangerous thing. What if it runs away?"
Ning Que retorted, "Then be careful. Press your hands tighter. If it comes out, it might go straight into your mouth. Flies and shit, a perfect match!"
The middle-aged woman raised her hand to hit someone, but was frightened by the small hammer as long as an arm that Ning Que took out from the space, and she retracted her hand embarrassedly.
Ning Que knocked hard on the ground, bang~
It seemed as if one could see sound waves spreading out in the air from the washbasin. The quality of the stainless steel washbasin was quite good, with only a slight dent, so Ning Que began to knock on it even more unscrupulously.
After a while of operation, Ning Que opened it and saw that the little monster had fainted. He lifted it up and shook his hand, but it didn't respond.
Then everyone saw that Ning Que quickly grabbed another one and threw it in. After throwing the unconscious one back, he continued to swing the hammer and hit it.
The little girl also became interested. When there was a slight dent, she continued to use her ability to bend it back. So Ning Que managed to beat the basin like he was playing a drum.
Dong-clang dong-clang dong-clang, the song is over.
Ning Que threw a few back and was about to catch a few more, but he found that the little monsters below seemed to be stacked up. The leader slowly raised a white flag, and its ten sharp nails grabbed the white flag that came from nowhere, which looked extremely ridiculous.
"Surrender?" Ning Que looked at the little monster that was not even as tall as his waist and waved the hammer in his hand.
The little monster bowed with both hands, nodded desperately, and waved the white flag in his hand more and more excitedly.
Ning Que knocked on the basin and said, "I have only one condition: help me find a body."
After the little monster who was the first to raise the white flag squeaked, the other little monsters immediately dispersed like a tide, scattering all over the house.
When the leading little monster jumped up, almost all the players took a few steps back. The little monster clung to Ning Que's legs and did not move.
The middle-aged woman patted her chest and sighed, "Oh my, I'm so scared! You're such a weirdo, you take on all sorts of nonsense!"
Ning Que rolled his eyes and imitated her tone, saying, "You're such a weird person. Have you eaten too much salt? You're just too idle."
Ning Que jumped down first. The wooden floor was burned so badly that its original color could not be seen. He stepped on it lightly, and it felt like stepping on wafer biscuits. He walked through the corridor and passed the door. There were two crooked doors hanging there.
She walked through the hall and into the kitchen. The walls of the kitchen and dining room were particularly stained with smoke and fire, leaving them like rye bread. The door to the old woman's room was half-open, leaving only enough space for one person to pass through. Ning Que carefully entered sideways. A bed had been burned to the point of half-burning, its bedding stuck to the wall and bed board. In the northeast corner of the room stood a wooden table. The only relatively intact item on it was a glass photo frame, containing a family portrait: father, mother, children, and grandmother.
According to the family photo, both parents in the photo are Chinese, and the boy in the frame does not have blond hair and blue eyes.
The man in the suit reached out and touched the charred wood, leaving a black mark on his hand. He raised his hand and sniffed it, then scraped the surface with a knife. After examining the grain, he spoke, "It's camphor wood."
Everyone seemed a little confused, so he explained again, "Camphor wood has insect repellent properties and is generally used to make furniture, distill perfume, and crafts. Compared to ordinary wood, it has a higher oil content and is more resistant to burning. That means it shouldn't be so well preserved compared to other places."
Ning Que asked, "Are you a lumberjack?"
The man in the suit shook his head, indicating that this was not the case. Then he kicked the middle drawer hard, and a dense black wave gushed out of it. Upon closer inspection, it was found to be composed of tiny cockroaches.
Cockroaches are creatures that can still thrive on the earth even if humans die out. Oh, what a tenacious vitality, oh, what a heroic miracle of life.
But it's not very friendly to them.
A female player frowned and took a few steps back, throwing out a water ball that wrapped around a bunch of cockroaches. They really seemed to be very comfortable, swimming freely in it.
This group of cockroaches pushed the water ball, and each cockroach took a bite. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the water ball slowly shrank, and then the cockroaches inside it also came out one by one. In general, this female player threw away a lonely ball.
The cockroaches swarmed towards them very quickly, and a male player standing at the front edge carefully stepped out his foot and stepped on a few of them to death.
You can clearly hear the sound of the hard shell breaking and exploding under the soft sole of the shoe, and then the soft innards flow out, mixed with hundreds of insect eggs stuck in the grooves of the sole pattern.
Big eyeballs appeared on his forehead, and he shouted in surprise, "I can kill it with my feet!"
Before he could finish his words, a large number of small cockroaches, the size of the tip of his little finger, swarmed out from the soles of his feet and covered his shoes. Everyone could immediately see the shoes disappear, followed by his feet. For some reason, a teeth-grinding chewing sound could be heard.
His neck instantly turned red, and blue veins appeared on his skin, as if his whole body was a balloon on the verge of breaking, which would burst with a slight poke from a needle.
The middle-aged woman yelled, "Run!"
Everyone rushed out the door. The cockroaches seemed to understand the meaning of this, spreading forward at an even faster rate. Bolts of energy pelted the cockroach swarm. The casualties were insignificant for a population so large. The kicked-open mouth seemed like a sea of cockroaches, pouring out in an endless stream.
Some cockroaches took advantage of the energy fluctuations to grab the player, and when they pulled him out, they took away a piece of meat.
Run! I don't know when the door quietly closed. The door that was originally shaky and precarious seemed to be embedded in a steel plate and could not be opened at all.
The players who were closer to the door banged on it harder, and large pieces of wood fell from the roof with a rustling sound, splashing up a cloud of smoke.
The cockroach was very close to us, one step, two steps...
Just as he was about to activate his ability after having one of his feet bitten off, a thin layer of armor began to cover his chest. The tiger-backed man standing behind him swung his hammer and hit him directly on the head, pushing him into the sea of cockroaches. Then the cockroaches swept away the food in an instant like a wave.
The cockroach swarm's pace slowed down a little.
The tiger-backed man yelled, "Come on, everyone!"
One two three, one two three...
After the door panel was pushed down by everyone, they found a row of little monsters standing behind it. Everyone immediately started to run away. They were very close to the gate. Come on!
After eating the bodies of the two players, the cockroach's entire body expanded slightly, and its originally shiny black-brown shell was flashing with a strange oily luster.
When Ning Que was almost at the gate, he stopped and she raised her left hand and greeted him, "Hi!"
It turned out to be an old woman. She looked as if she had been rotting for half a month. Her navy blue clothes were stuck to her flesh, which was loose and full of holes. A large number of maggots were stationed on it. The flesh under her thighs was soaked and turned white. The muscles were swollen with water. The skin that was originally loose due to old age has returned to its youth in a different way.
She sniffed the air, opened her mouth, and saliva flowed out of her mouth with only a few teeth left, bringing out a few maggots. Then the maggots' fat bodies fell to the ground with a plop, and they kept digging on the ground, hoping to drill out a hole.
The little monsters immediately scattered when they saw the old woman, and the leader just glanced at Ning Que and left. Fortunately, the old woman moved slowly, and everyone was able to avoid her in time in the narrow space. For some reason, the old woman just stuck to Ning Que like a sunflower.
Ning Que shouted into the air, "Daffodil, your body has been found!"
There was no response.
Should I pack her up and send her away?
No, no, my hand will break if I use even a little force.
The neck, no, no, if I use too much force, the neck will break and the body will be separated. It will be too ugly.
What about the ankle? No, either.
Ning Que had no choice but to force Hong Hong to wrap around the thickest part of her body - her belly, and then lead her as she walked. Just as he was wrapping her around him, he found that he had fallen asleep.
Ning Que opened his eyes and found himself still in his own clothes lying on his bed. The smell of food came from the kitchen, and the sound of pots and pans clattering against each other made a clanging sound.
Ning Que touched his forehead and sniffed the smell of meat and bones in the air, which seemed familiar for some reason.
After Ning Que finished washing up, the dining table was still full of people, but there were still four people missing.
The players all looked a little strange.
The little boy walked around Ning Que with the soup and placed it on the dining table. "Sister, why are you getting up just now? The sun is burning your butt."
When Ning Que took out new dishes and chopsticks from the kitchen, he found that the pattern on the paint on the outside of the cabinet was quite special.
"What time is it now?" When Ning Que stood up and was about to scoop himself a spoonful of soup, he found that he had scooped up a piece of meat with red nails and an eyeball.
The old woman picked up the food with her chopsticks and said, "It's 12 o'clock!"
"It's 12 o'clock, and I slept for so long." Ning Que poured the soup from the spoon into the bowl without changing his expression and handed it directly to the little boy, "Eat more, it will replenish your body."
Ning Que watched the little boy pick out the piece of meat and put it in his mouth. The brittle bones made a crunching sound under the action of his teeth.
Ning Que yawned, and when he turned around to go back, he pulled out a hammer from the space and smashed it down. The little boy's head fell directly into the soup. After spinning around for a while, he asked, "Sister, why did you hit me?"
"I don't think you're pretty anymore. I don't love you anymore." Ning Que took a few steps and tied up the old woman.
The player still looked dazed, scooping soup from the bowl and eating it with relish, as if he was eating some supreme delicacy.
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