The two spread out here, and the little old man waited on Ren Yifei like Lafayette, while Sam returned to his temporary residence.

Half a pot of water grunts his stomach. As soon as he wipes his mouth, he looks at the closed door: don't know what kind of harvest players who go out today will get.

He has gained enough that he doesn't need to go out again. Solving a mystery is like falling in love, you have to figure it out slowly, and you can't worry about it.

Although, he didn't talk about it.

Along the way with the demon in white, got more clues than all the information had collected before, and didn't know that didn't have a chance to travel with him.

"if you don't have it, create an opportunity and let it die." Sam took out a glowing flower from his sleeve. It wasn't on the white demon's sleeve, but he picked it up early in the garden and put it away.

"Don't go near this kind of flower." He leaned over and sniffed low, smiling at the corners of his mouth.

"that sword is really easy to use, and that man is also very easy to use. I don't know that I won't have a chance to act together tomorrow. I'm still waiting for the role task to be completed. " Ren Yifei thought about this problem.

He wanted to find the secret of Qinghong, the host of the banquet. He found the secret of Qinghong by intuition, and three drops of blood found it.

It's not easy to find each other's secrets.

Although unlock the 'illusion' skills, do not change the fact that the five scum, once close is the fate of the game, he needs help, thinking about it, this dessert player is the right person.

Moreover, he also likes the fragrance of his body.

Ren Yifei closed his eyes against the smooth jade, and the warm spring water fell on the pool.

At this moment, he was in the small courtyard where he was assigned, soaking in the hot spring, and the bubbles in the spring hit him like a massage.

The temperature of the pool was right and the smoke was misty, and the feeling of being wrapped in something warm made him relax and his violence for no reason was suppressed.

The eyes in the dark slid greedily from the hair to the shoulder, not knowing what it was, staring at him.

He knew that the courtyard was under some kind of surveillance, and that, to be exact, after nightfall, the whole building was in some sense of being. Everything they experienced fell on the eyes of the unknown being.

Is the house refined?

A wooden house. Just burn it, so you can burn it.

The eyes opened in the smoke were reddish brown, more like hunting animals than humans.

There are too many things that have happened to me today.

Side madam provocation, Qinghong test, he was forced to perform online personality split, so the seal unlocked 1/6, it can be said that the plan was completely disrupted.

Man is not as good as heaven.

There is only a short paragraph on your resume that says "looks like a cold sex and loves cleanliness, but actually a person with a temperament". This scope is too wide. In addition, met a younger brother who knew the original owner very well, and the conclusion was obvious.

Fortunately, he remembered the operation of split personality in time, and role-playing could save another wave.

Ren Yifei touched his neck and the bruise had healed long ago, but he had not forgotten the pain of suffocation at that time.

Oh, brother of the blackening?

It's a pity that npc can't be killed at will, otherwise it will be very enjoyable to kill.

"Wow."

The surface of the water was splashed with a hand, Ren Yifei bit his lips, and beads of blood came out of the wound. If he is not careful, he will be affected by the dark side of breaking a seal.

"the king of the crane is the king of the crane." He said to himself, "A demon."

Before the play is over, he is still the king of the crane.

No one can sabotage his performance, not even himself.

The water gradually calmed down, and the reflection above had a pair of dark, soft eyes.

Ren Yifei came out of the hot spring and put on his pajamas on the hanger.

The plain clothes were soon drenched with water, and the glittering drops of water meandered along the curve of the calves, wetting the ground and leaving a string of footprints.

His long, slender fingers passed through his long wet hair. He combed his fingers from the top of his head to the end of his hair, and all the water droplets on his body evaporated as the white fog rolled all the way.

Ren Yifei put on his coat and walked toward the dormitory with his feet on the sapphire floor.

The dim bronze mirror reflected his shadow, and he could not help looking back and stopped. The man in the mirror seemed to be glowing.

"the younger brother is very interesting." He said to the mirror.

After a few seconds of going online, it was a more ruthless person who went online again: "Don't do anything unnecessary."

"look at the mood." Ren Yifei smiled and left in front of the mirror: play and cry again.

The name of the copy is called Spring Banquet, which is also written on the invitation card.

The host of the banquet said that there were two goals: one invited everyone to enjoy the flowers, and the other celebrated the birth of the baby.

Let's just believe it.

If you can, he doesn't want to play games with ghosts. But know yourself and know the enemy, his interpretation plan is more beneficial.

"Ghost" is the person who is familiar with the copy, and it is also the easiest to see through the existence of his camouflage.

According to the experience of the previous two games, "Ghost" must have some connection with this banquet, or the organizer of the banquet, that is, the cheap younger brother, the cheap younger sister, and the big belly lady named Hua Lei.

It is also possible that some invited guest, such as Hejun, is a demon who has many interests or emotions related to his host.

The copy is the obsession of the ghost, and if you don't kill the dead object, then the time point of the copy is mostly when the ghost is still alive.

From this point, the ghost must know the reaction of the npc at this party and speculate which are the players and which are the original loads.

The npc of the copy will not act exactly according to the memory of the ghost, but the nature of the npc will not change, just the way it is in the memory of the ghost.

Of course, the presence of players is bound to interfere with npc, and thus affect the judgment of "ghosts", but this judgment is only aimed at unfamiliar objects.

Just like the last copy, Ghost is not that familiar with the player played by Ren Yifei, and the only contact is when delivering takeout, which provides room for Ren Yifei's performance.

Because they are not familiar with it, even if the characters are blackened, the ghosts have no doubt, because everything is logical.

This time the situation is different. Ren Yifei has been forced into a split personality, so it can be seen that there is a gap between his performance and his original owner. Compared with the memory of the plot, it is easy to find out that he is a camouflage player.

From this point of view, it may be ghosts who feel that Ren Yifei's performance is obviously wrong.

However, from the beginning to the end, only the younger brother of the original owner was sure that he was not.

However, if the 'ghost' is the original master's younger brother, he will not believe in the split personality at all, and he will see through him as Xibei in a minute.

It can be seen that the original master and younger brother is not.

Boldly rule out the fact that he had been in contact with him at the party, but did not find the strange npc,. All that is left are the players at the party, the demons and players who are not at the party.

Well, there are too many people. How can find this?

Ren Yifei sighed and supported his cheek. No wonder the difficulty of the copy was linked to the number of people.

For players who only want salted fish, the more the number of people, the better to fish in troubled waters. For players who are bent on customs clearance and doing business, the more difficult the number is, the more difficult it is to investigate. For those who only want to act like him, the higher the sense of existence, the more vulnerable they are.

He has deeply felt the malice of the copy.

Ren Yifei cheered up.

In order to play this game, he even had to lift part of the seal. It was too hard to pay, and he had to gain something to be worthy of his tragedy.

Let's not mention ghosts for the time being, just talk about the anomalies encountered today, and may be able to string together clues.

The mysterious garden, the giant fly under the maid's skin, the labyrinth corridor, and the special reaction of the little old man are all glowing fragments, just waiting for a logical line.

The small fragments flashed before my eyes, but the eyelids became very heavy.

"?!" Ren Yifei opened his eyes and was not in the room, but in his conscious world, the small cement room. The white-haired and red-eyed'he'is flipping through books.

"who allowed you to come in?" Ren Yifei reached out and pressed it on the ground and narrowed his eyes. "this is my territory."

After dividing himself into two, the conscious world of the white face and the black face is also divided. This is a simple concrete house, but there is a resplendent palace.

The two of them never visit each other.

He looked at Ren Yifei, reached out and touched his face: "Why are you angry?"

Ren Yifei did not speak.

"I can't wait to see the look on my face. I can't wait to see my face. The emotion of unlocking is greed? I thought it was anger that came out of what I didn't know. "

His arm wrapped around him, but his voice was seductive, and the hot air exhaled from his mouth blew to his ears, scraping a layer of fine goose bumps on his body.

"when will it be completely unlocked?" He was buried in his neck hair, sucking the fragrance of his body and holding him like a hungry skin. "the baby can't wait to blend in with the baby."he is buried in his hair, sucking the fragrance of his body and holding him like a hungry skin." Don't you like it? "

Ren Yifei pushed him away with one hand, frowning, with a little impatience: "I almost got it."

Find someone else to lift it, and he can't get up against this face.

The figure of 'him' faded away, leaving a low laugh: "sooner or later you have to release the one because I am you." Farewell, dear Juan. "

Ren Yifei stood up and walked around between the square cement, where he appeared only when he was conscious and asleep. In the outside world, his body fell into a deep sleep?

The drowsiness came all of a sudden. What's wrong with it?

Outside, shortly after Ren Yifei fell asleep, the room wriggled and a face grew on the round wooden post, followed by another. Some of these faces are crying and smiling, and the men and women are all intertwined with each other.

"found."

In the dark came a sigh full of greed.

In the cracks in the floor tiles, black tentacles with thick hair were drawn out and gathered from the door to the bed like twisted and crawling parasites.

They gathered all the way to the bedside, with small antennae probing their heads, eager to try.

If anyone sees all this at this time, he will be surprised.

The whole room is like a demon cave, with folded faces on the pillars, drooping eyes on the ceiling, and a layer of 'jet-black hair' on the floor.

The hair is windless and automatic, floating to and fro like water plants in the river. If they looked closely, they would see that each hair was a tiny antennae, drilling desperately in the floor and greedily toward the only living creature in the room.

What a powerful soul? What a lot of energy? The body is filled with an irresistible 'fragrance'.

The tentacles can't wait to get in, drill into every pore, through the skin, fat, muscle, bite the internal organs of the noodles, and desperately absorb energy and nutrients.

"want to eat. Eat and eat him. "

A tender voice came from the depths of the darkness, with the child's pure hunger for milk.

"No," the voice changed its tone, as if it had changed its personality. "he can't."

Bedside hair-like tentacles have climbed to the pillow, 'black hair' swinging waves, it is reluctant to give up, do not want to give up.

"No." The voice reminded again, in a harsher tone than before, "he will be angry."

The black hair trembled and swung gently.

"not yet," he felt the sad mood of 'black hair', and his voice was a little weak and soft. "Let's go, time is up."

The tentacles rolled up, one step at a time, retreating slowly with a strong reluctance.

It has covered the whole room, and the black hair that surrounds the whole bed just retreats and disappears.

The crevice of the floor tile's hair drilled back again, the face disappeared, the room was quiet, and there was no sign of anything wrong, just like those things had passed in the future.