The moon is cold and the night is boundless. When will the players finish playing?

Npc Ren Yifei kept his relaxed sleeping face, one hand and one foot hanging in mid-air.

Fortunately, most of the body, and the elbows and knees as a support, otherwise he would be cold.

Why are so many npc, bullied by him alone?

He was lying well.

Look at this weather, neither hot nor cold, neither wet nor dry.

Look at this environment, the cots made by three benches are covered with coats, the huts are covered with night dew, and a shadow is cast.

Not only is it safe to lie inside, but you can look up and see the whole yard, including the most remote place.

He lay there, looking at the sky, the clouds, the moon, and White Dew on the ground. There was nowhere to put his active thoughts. Who knows this crazy player, God came a foot, knocked down his 1/3 bed.

Psycho, punk. Remember him.

"Dead people. People are dead! " The sound of cleaning penetrated the mud wall and interrupted Ren Yifei's grievances.

Dead? Who is it?

Outside the memorial hall, the sleeping and resting players opened their eyes, and along with this voice came the change of card information, and the eight survivors became seven survivors.

The oily one sat up upright, scratched his hair impatiently with his fingers, and said with a black face, "Let's go."

Xiao Mei didn't say a word to keep up, and the eldest grandson's wife and eldest grandson also set out one after another. Several players went to the cleaning place, that is, the backyard, as fast as they could.

The door of the woodshed was open and a player burned to death. He died a few minutes ago, but the body was charred.

"stop screaming and tell me what you saw." The eldest grandson yelled at the cleaning impatiently.

The cleaning was still in shock, and when he saw the ferocious eldest grandson, he trembled even more: "he and I came to the backyard and agreed to check alone.". "

He spoke on and off, because fear lost his logic, but everyone understood.

Cleaning and Ah Song came to the backyard to look for clues, and they were on one side. After cleaning and looking for it, didn't see Ah Song for a long time, so went to look for him.

After looking for it for a while, he found the woodshed a little strange, so he opened it.

However, as soon as the woodshed was opened, the man lying on the dry wood burned crazily, and within a few minutes he became coke.

"he's still alive." The sweep trembled and kept repeating, "when I opened the door, he was still alive."

The eldest grandson's wife looked at him and shook her head. "Tut, another one." Another one can't stand the breakdown.

The tragedy of the newlyweds seems to make her feel better: when she is unlucky, others are even more unlucky.

Fill up the oil and walk over and cover your nose and check it.

The body had wide eyes, a dark mouth and a twisted expression. His hair was powdered, his skin was completely carbonized, and there were traces of hemp rope and clothes on his body, which had been tied up before.

"boss, that burns alive and removes part of the seal is even more difficult to deal with." Add fuel and exhale, look down and find a card.

He took away the card, and the gold word "night watchman" on the body's head disappeared.

"it's no use. Let's go."

Add oil and Xiao Mei first left the backyard, add oil walked very fast, Xiao Mei ran a few steps to catch up.

"Sir, that man is."

"I know, the guy who walks with a limp." Stop for a moment, and his expression is dignified. "there's another problem, the missing ninth person.". "

"what?" Xiao Mei didn't hear you clearly.

But add fuel no longer answer.

Before long, the eldest grandson's wife, eldest grandson and the lost cleaning all came to the funeral hall.

A new victim appeared and the knife on his head was a little closer. Two nights are almost over, and they don't have any clues? Even veteran players feel bad.

The flame of the everlasting lantern jumped, and the warm light shrouded them, but their bodies were cold, just as they were in the mood at the moment.

"Let's talk." Fill up and pull out a stool and sit down.

Xiao Mei, who has the potential of a dog leg, immediately ran to stand behind the refueling and touched a handful of peanuts to send up.

I can't sleep, so we might as well sit down and talk. The eldest grandson's wife and eldest grandson each find their seats to sit down.

Cleaning lost his spirit and watched the living player die in front of him. He couldn't accept it for a while.

As for the monk in the corner, it has been abandoned, and no one can count him in.

"the second night is almost over, and we still get nothing." Tianyu smiled and said, "Rookie Bureau, three old players, but playing like this, it doesn't seem to make sense."

The eldest grandwife looked away and scratched her hair impatiently.

The eldest grandson looked to add oil: "you seem to have a clue?"

"Yes," he smiled. "it's a pity it's broken."

"what's the clue?" The eldest grandson asked.

Tian you glanced at him and said in a low voice, "I found two traces of friction on the beams in Chunzhi's mother-in-law's room, as well as a pair of shoes with different soles."

Two traces of friction between the beams?

Who else hanged himself?

The eldest grandson's wife raised her head and looked urgent: "Chunzhi's mother-in-law and second grandson die the same way?" First strangled, then disguised as hanging? "

She also contacted the previous clue, the clue that the time of death was pushed forward: "there may be a day between the real time of death and the confirmed time of death.". Did her family do this? "

"that's right. I also suspect that the family members of the deceased showed panic, fear and guilt, which should not be the case if they died normally or were killed by others. " Replenish it with oil.

"Chunzhi's mother-in-law has long and short legs, and I already have a suspect. As you know, the player is only wearing skin, and the kernel is still her own, so the role she plays must also be inappropriate. But. " When I thought of the 'night watchman' who had been burned to death, he swallowed it silently.

This is already the case, so we can only move on.

Both the eldest grandson and the eldest grandson's wife thought of the player who was limping. But the people are gone.

"this is a rookie bureau?" Sun's daughter-in-law feels that she has been fooled. Is this difficult rookie game ready to destroy the newlyweds?

"I think the breakthrough lies in the ninth person." The oiled line of sight slid slowly over npc. "I suspect that man is hiding in npc." The Ghost is not as familiar with the copy as we are, and it has this ability. "

"Sir, what kind of existence is a ghost?" Xiao Mei asked in a low voice.

"the copy is based on the memory of the ghost, and this is its home court."

Xiao Mei immediately understood: "so you guess that the ninth person is a ghost, which is disguised as npc?." Is that too much to take advantage of? How can I find this? "

"there are limits." This time it is the eldest grandson who is talking.

"the npc in the copy has its own activity pattern, and the copy is also derived, and they are not exactly the same as the memory of the ghost. In addition, no matter how many copies the ghost has made, its memory will always be the first. Only after customs clearance will I think of the countless duplicate copies I have experienced. "

"time-out is a benefit for beginners. Maybe we can use it to find the ninth person." The eldest grandwife's eyes lit up.

"is it to check these npc?" Xiao Mei asked to fill up the oil.

Add oil nodded and shook his head: "check npc, but do not use harmful means."

For the sake of Xiaomei players, Tian you decided to say two more words: "Ghost cannot kill npc,. Once the Ghost finds the wrong hunting object to kill npc, the game will stop directly."

"players are slightly better, but killing npc will lead to a decline in the overall npc's popularity, increase the difficulty of the game, and even fail the game."

The eldest grandson suddenly remembered that he had just kicked some npc's' bed', um. It's not supposed to hurt, is it?

He touched his forehead and changed the subject: "the second night is almost over. Tomorrow, when the son of Heaven is coming, thoroughly inspect the funeral hall and the house, and check each npc, to find the ninth person!"

Everyone looked at each other and nodded silently: good.

When the ugly time comes, npc recovers.

Particularly magical, press the pause button to open the world again, Ren Yifei sat up, stretched a lazy waist: "Hmm?" Why did the stool fall down?. Jie, what time is it? "

"didn't you hear the sound of playing more? It's ugly. " As a player of npc, it doesn't feel weird at all.

Ren Yifei plays Yawn, and the players in the hall look different.

Before the player's conversation, he vaguely heard a lot, but the voice was too low and the message was a little vague.

But to be sure, this group of people wanted to find him, carpet search, on the third night.

Please.

He already knows the cause of death of Chunzhi's mother-in-law and who did it. But what about the killer's motive?

A quarter of an hour later, a loud scream broke through the sky, and he knew that the body had been found.

This time it was the kitchen lady who found the charred body. she was going to go to the backyard to get some firewood.

The crowd gathered together again, and they recognized it for a long time, but they could not recognize it, so they signed up one by one, and Ah Song stood out.

"is it possible that you owe a gambling debt and provoke some enemies?" The people at the vigil said, "I knew he was such a gambler. There must be one day."

Good bet? Ah Song's eyes at the card game are not the eyes of a gambler.

There were so many doubts about this man that he walked with a limp and died.

Like other players, Ren Yifei is suspicious of Asong. Because all the doubts and clues point to him.

But other players also have a 'ninth person' confusion option, Ren Yifei himself is the 'ninth person', he has no choice.

"how could it be."

Ren Yifei always thought there was doubt in it, so he found an excuse to go to the backyard.

The body has disappeared, and like the second grandson, Ah Song's existence has been erased, and no one knows that this man has been here.

He looked in the woodshed for a while, but there was nothing.

The ghost did not know how to do it, the body was charred, and there was nothing to do with the firewood in the woodshed.

Ren Yifei came out of the firewood room and was about to leave.

"how did that rose wilt?" Under the banana tree, a listless rose caught his attention.

Is it a disease?

He was also bored and went up to have a look.

The problem can be seen at a glance. The color of the soil is not quite right. Look at the trace that has been turned over in the past two days.

When people are dead, they still have the mind to plant flowers?

Ren Yifei looked up to see that there was no one.

He took a shovel from the firewood room, then inserted the shovel into the soil and stepped on it. Sure enough, he had dug it not long ago, and it was very soft.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. He looked up again, left and right, and then looked back.

There's no one around. Good time.

After digging up the rose a few times, the shovel came across a strange thing.

Ren Yifei was about to take a closer look when he heard footsteps.

He straightened the rose immediately, pressed the root slightly with the soil, flashed into the banana tree with a shovel, and retracted.

He was thin and crouched carefully, and the night was hidden, so he couldn't see.

The sound of footsteps stopped not far in front of the banana tree from far to near.