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At dawn, the morning glow fairly sprinkles all things in the world.

Sam sat up with a cold sweat all over his back.

In the dream, they were in the dim corridor, the dim light of the oil lamp pulled a golden edge, and two demons in white stood in front of him, powerful and indifferent, at peace with the rest of the world, and although they were arrogant, they were more like a young man in the early days of the river and lake. in the dream, they were in the dim corridor, the dim light of the oil lamp pulled a golden edge, and two demons in white stood in front of him.

These two faces dangled to and fro, suddenly turning into the heads of giant black flies.

The giant fly had a needle-like mouth and went straight into his skull. In the dream, he seemed to be controlled, but there was no response at all.

"do you have something to think about every day and a dream at night?"

He lifted the quilt and got up and checked the small traps in the room one by one. It was a small trap made of floating dust and hair, and if anyone or anything came in, it would leave a mark.

Sam examined the windowsill, the corner of the door, the bedside, and so on. The gadget was not triggered, and don't know if nothing came in or avoided his trap.

When he rearranged the trap, he went to take a cold shower.

The room comes with a small bath, and he still likes to stand there naked and the cold water rushes down from the top. And then he sobered up.

The sober Sam was ready to hunt for food.

Unlike the silence of last night, there were people walking back and forth outside his house. Sam opened the door and found that there were a lot of players gathered outside. They were talking about the people who died yesterday.

"Hello." He greeted someone with a smile and looked for someone to trade with.

In the copy of the game, information is also a commodity.

At the end of the season, all players' cards are updated for the first time, that is, the death toll of the players.

When the number of players is small, each dead person is updated once, but the 100-member group is larger, usually once notified when the number of players is too small.

On the first night, eighteen players died, and the ghost seal unlocked 18 out of 99. ]

It is awkward to read it, and it is even more frightening to read it.

Although we know that many players will die on the first day, we still didn't expect to die more than 1/4.

The strength of 'ghosts' rises with the number of players dying, the players send heads, and the imps become big ghosts. If this is a head-on collision, don't know how difficult it will be.

"I knew I was going to die, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious. There are all players with at least one r-card here."

Just for one night, players who are familiar with each other have lost sight of them.

"not just players." One person said, "haven't you noticed that the local npc has also lost a lot of money?"

The people were astonished, and they sighed around, and sure enough, several familiar npc were missing.

"Why do you still care about npc??"

The player sighed: "my character's mission has something to do with the npc. Well, it's probably impossible to finish it now."

As soon as the others heard this, they also sighed.

A hundred players find a ghost, it is too difficult to give up, they just want to complete the role task and get a few props. However, it is not easy to be meticulous until the end of the day.

"has anyone successfully gone and come back?" The player asked as soon as he played.

Sam opened the door, passed them silently, and said nothing.

He was definitely not the only one who went away and returned safely last night, but how can he easily say that he has taken a risk?

"I wonder if those npc are the same as the missing players." Players are still talking about the missing npc.

If npc is also missing, it only means that in a normal plot, there is something hunting at night. Maybe it's a ghost, maybe it's not.

But whether it is or not, it provides them with new ideas.

"if so, maybe we can go to npc and get some help."

The players tentatively asked the maid who was passing by. The maid thought for a moment and smiled and said, "maybe they had something to leave yesterday." These handmaids are the wave of the day, among which there are several players.

"We don't know anything about it." The player who played the maid said that he left in a hurry because of his duty.

"the coming night is not just for us players, but also a dead end for npc." After the maid left, they got together to discuss and exchange some clues at the same time.

Their goal is to be meticulous in the end, and there is no competition with each other-unless the roles and tasks are exactly opposite.

Cooperation is a good option.

There are also those who do not like to take part in the fun and like to fight on their own. Most of these people hold powerful props, have several skills to use, play high-end games, and have great confidence in themselves.

Sam is somewhere between two players, and he doesn't mind exchanging information with other players, but Saman is worth it. He doesn't think there are any clues worth exchanging in the hands of players who are huddled in the room.

Unlike the lively and noisy players' residence, Ren Yifei's place has always been quiet.

He woke up four times.

The inexplicable deep sleep made him unable to trust the security here. He didn't sleep well and would wake up at the slightest noise.

After a short sleep, when he was really awake, it was already Chen time, that is, eight / nine o'clock, when the ancients ate the 'morning food' and got up just in time to eat.

Yesterday's exhaustion and fatigue have been cured by sleep, and he is full of energy.

After washing, breakfast is served in the kitchen.

He just lost his temper yesterday, and the kitchen was naturally afraid to send food he didn't like. What he brought was light, fish fillet porridge, eggs and shrimp, fried fish and so on.

"he Jun doesn't like big meat, and the pots and pans used in this cooking are all new pots and pans that have never touched fat before. Please feel at ease to eat them." The maid who had brought the food knelt in a row, and from his point of view, she could only reach the top of her black head.

What Ren Yifei noticed was not food. "Why didn't I see you last night?" he asked.

Although they all have the same makeup and different breath, the maids of the day and the maids of the evening are like living people and puppets.

The maid bowed her head and said respectfully, "I'll wait for the day guard, and there will be another group of sisters at night."

"the same is true of guards everywhere?"

"Yes."

Ren Yifei nodded and waved them to stand down: "go far."

The maid retired, far away. As soon as the outsider in the room was gone, not to mention the feeling of being watched like a shadow at night, he took the card.

In addition to the death toll, there is also an early update of the message: "demons are the boundary, ghosts are dead at night." ]

This message is easy to understand. The so-called "meeting demons" is the twilight moment. Legend has it that the world and the demon world blend in a moment, but some visions can be found.

What this message means is that after dusk, there will be another world, the world of ghosts?

Or will 'ghosts' only talk about it now at night?

If it is a ghost, it is very easy to find out the identity of the ghost.

Ren Yifei shook his head, feeling that the copy would not give such a simple hint. If you tell players directly that ghosts only move at night, isn't it easy to find them? How can you still be regarded as a mid-range copy?

Shaking his head, he left the matter behind for the time being. Ren Yifei has no intention to identify 'ghosts' and just wants to be at peace with each other to the end. In contrast, it is more important to complete the role task and get back the blood of your heart.

If you want to complete this task, you have to find the flaw in Qinghong, that is, the secret that the other party wants to hide.

"what kind of secret is he hiding?"

He thought of it and felt the object from his sleeve.

He is holding the glowing flowers that he inadvertently took away yesterday.

It no longer shines during the day, revealing what it used to be. This is a six-petal folded flower, like a small lantern, blue, almost transparent, but empty where there should be stamens.

In retrospect, the central point should be the place where the light shines.

The sweet smell is gone.

Ren Yifei pinched the floret and sniffed it, and the fragrance of yesterday disappeared.

Why don't you glow any more, so the fragrance is gone?

With doubt, he temporarily tucked away the petals.

His body was filled with food from the kitchen, which braved the smell of careful cooking. He sniffed it carefully and there was no peculiar smell, but he still felt uneasy.

"keep it first." In the end, he didn't move, so he put it away in his sleeve and stored it separately.

The body of a demon is different from that of human beings. he doesn't feel hungry if he doesn't eat. He doesn't have anything to eat for a few days.

However, as a human being, don't feel strong even if don't eat a meal.

Ren Yifei touched a small dried fish from his sleeve, chewed it, sighed, and then touched a small dried fish.

Oh, it's delicious, isn't it?

Fortunately, Yuanyu brought his own dry food, so he found dried fish, fillets, fish ponds of various flavors, as well as some well-made shells, field snails, and so on.

Use a small needle to pick open the disc of the snail, stick it into the snail meat, roll it, roll it in your mouth, and Ren Yifei's eyes brighten slightly.

The original snail is an expert at eating snails, and all of the selected snails are fleshy and delicious. The mackerel has its own fishy smell for the snail, and it has been fried with spicy seasoning, not chili, maybe dogwood, with a little bitterness.

"whew." Suddenly sucked, snail meat and a little bit of hot soup inside into the mouth, snail meat bouncing teeth, the soup is fragrant, fresh, fragrant, spicy and beautiful.

Ren Yifei narrowed his eyes.

He simply sat on the floor, his long sleeves rolled up at his elbows, which turned out to be stitches by stitches, which would lift the lid and suck, mouthful after mouth full of hot oil, and was very satisfied.

This Ren Yifei is enjoying his morning, and Sam on the other end, like most customs-breaking players, wakes up conscientiously to explore the copy.

The performing players are almost strangled by npc, and the customs-breaking players also have the trouble of being bewildered everywhere. At this time, there is no effective way to find clues except to try to find clues from the nooks and crannies.

It's a little stupid to hear it, but the clues never fall from the sky.

He left the player group and went all the way to the place where the banquet was held yesterday and returned to the route he left yesterday.

Sam remembers clearly that there was a corridor that led all the way, but now he saw that there were two routes, one was a staircase, and the other was a garden path, paved with cobblestones.

But he remembered the general direction of the small garden, and Sam looked in the direction he remembered. There was neither a round glowing garden nor any other independent building.

Unexpectedly, this side is a lotus pond with fragrant grass and willows, and the pond is covered with canopy boats, just like the Jiangnan water village in the south of the Yangtze River.

The season of the copy is spring, and the lotus is not yet long, but there are many round lotus leaves. Sam folded a lotus leaf, whether it is the texture of the lotus leaf or the lotus root of the broken lotus leaf, which can prove that it is a real lotus leaf.

He just doesn't trust his eyes.

It was only last night that npc performed what was called 'illusion' in his eyes. He suspected that his eyes were all illusions.

"it's not an illusion?"

After breakfast, Ren Yifei, who cleaned his face and gargled again and changed into a set of clothes, walked out of the room. Last night he thought that what he saw by day was an illusion, but night was real, but today it is not.

Ren Yifei is an expert in deceiving by illusion, so that he can't tell the true from the false.

It is interesting that night is true and day is true.

He walked all the way to the place where the little old man broke his arm yesterday, under a rain porch, with a garden on one side and a white wall on the other, with wood-carved hollowed-out windows and a small courtyard at the end of the window.

The hole that came yesterday has disappeared, and no trace of repair has been seen.

The corner of the white wall is marked by moss and mold, which is very natural and does not seem to be fake.

In the small yard on the other side, bees and butterflies fluttered in the flower bed, which was completely different from the fact that there were no living creatures yesterday.

He couldn't help thinking, apart from the players, did the npc find the difference between day and night?

Ren Yifei was about to return to the npc party when a beautiful woman came from the head, with a slim waist and a graceful figure.

She was dressed in brocade, but her head was very plain, with only a blue flower slanted into the cloud temples. This person is the eldest lady whom met yesterday, and she may be the younger sister of the former teacher.

"Brother, there you are."