Chapter 3193 The Detective Is About to Die (XVIII)

Chapter 3167 The Detective is about to die (XVIII)

"Do you believe what he said?" Schiller closed the door and looked at Greedy who was walking in front of him.

Greedy shook his head and said, "He doesn't look like a good person, but are we good people?"

The blood on Schiller's body was almost dry, but the bloody smell did not diminish at all. Fortunately, the priest's clothes were black and it was not very obvious.

"Are you going to the third floor?" Schiller asked.

"There must be something on the third floor." Greedy stood at the stairs and looked up, then said, "How are you?"

"I'm fine." Schiller shook his head and said that he was indeed fine. In addition to his mental and health values, his blood volume did not drop much, and his physical strength was still okay. It was not impossible to fight another game.

And now his soul-soothing skill has cooled down, and his mental health value can be restored instantly. Even if there is something mentally attacking, it is not a big problem.

Greedy walked up the stairs and said, "Do you feel that this place is getting more and more dangerous?"

Schiller heard the implication of his words. After Pride left, the difficulty of the game suddenly increased from the novice tutorial to a higher level. Whether it was the strange underground river, the wildly growing reeds in the underground cave, the five mad dogs in the first floor hall, or even the man named Jeff, they were all very dangerous.

If they dared to fish in the dark river, at least one or two people would be lost. When the reeds attacked, if they were a step slower, it would not be a Batman who was seriously injured.

The five dogs were even more outrageous. Schiller could say that all his teammates who could still stand now might not be able to escape without injury.

The man named Jeff seemed to be very cowardly, but he was obviously not as simple as he seemed on the surface. His leg was indeed bitten by a dog, but if he was also facing five dogs at the same time, and was only bitten once, and he could still run to the second floor, it proved that he was definitely capable.

As for the third floor... Schiller looked at the corridor that was obviously not well lit, and always felt that things had changed dangerously.

The structure of the third floor was different from that of the second floor. It was not a circular patio surrounded by rooms, but a straight passage extending from one side of the patio, with a window at the end of the passage.

After arriving here, Greedy and Schiller walked forward one after the other. As soon as they stepped into the passage, they heard a "clang".

It seemed that something metal had fallen to the ground.

Greedy also vaguely saw something fall under the window in front.

Schiller opened his spiritual vision and scanned around, but he didn't see anything. Greedy was still as brave as before. He strode over, but stopped when he reached out to pick up the thing on the ground.

"What is it?" Schiller also walked over quickly and asked.

Greedy stood up with the thing, without turning around, but just passed it over his shoulder to Schiller behind him.

Schiller felt a touch of coldness on his fingertips. With the dim light from the window, he saw that it was a house number with "1913" written on it.

Greed turned around and looked at Schiller, but the two said nothing. Schiller turned and looked at the door next to him, but he didn't see a place to nail the house number on the door.

The house number seemed to have fallen out of thin air.

Greed took the house number back again. Schiller stood by the window. He could feel that Greed was a little impatient. This guy was not a detective. It was a bit unrealistic to expect him to guess the riddle.

Sure enough, Greed picked up the shotgun next to him and kicked open the door on the left. There was nothing in the door. Greed put the muzzle down, and the reflection of the metal rod of the shotgun illuminated a trap on the ground.

The trap was stretched open, and it was obvious that someone had deliberately placed it here. If the light was not good, rushing in rashly would inevitably end up with a broken leg.

Schiller came to the second room again, and kicked the door with a gun. There was nothing in the second room, but this was not good news.

If the leader of this game is still the transcendent, there can't be no fighting. The strange silence now proves that the game's choreographer may have another style.

Sure enough, the knocking sound came from behind Greed.

Greed turned around and looked at the door that made the sound. He carefully raised his shotgun and moved forward, but when he reached the door, he kicked it open without hesitation.

This is actually a warehouse.

However, unlike the small warehouse downstairs where vegetables are piled up, the things stored here are much more complete. Greed saw the two first aid kits on the shelf at a glance, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He gave Schiller a wink, and Schiller came behind him with the knife in his hand. Greed was about to step forward when Schiller coughed.

Greed looked back at him, then followed his line of sight to the ground, and only then saw a very, very thin fishing line not far from his feet, which was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Schiller looked to the side along the fishing line and found that there seemed to be a hole in the wall below the shelf on the right.

Another trap? Who set so many traps here?

Greed crossed the fishing line and got two first aid kits. Schiller at the door seemed helpless. The trick of being mysterious can deal with most people, but most people do not include greed. Apart from the benefits in hand, his eyes are empty.

Greed first threw the two first aid kits out of the door, found an empty canvas bag under the shelf, and then began to pick and choose between the shelves like shopping in a supermarket.

There are about a dozen rows of racks in this warehouse. Schiller did not go deep into it, but greedy was not afraid. He even threw the gun directly to Schiller, so that he could take out his hand to get things.

He checked the goods on the shelf, and even compared their production date. Pick one and throw one. After a while, the canvas bag was almost filled.

Suddenly, the voice of "bone lure" came from behind, and he was holding a canned bottle and turned around, and saw a can jar roll over from behind him.

Greedy would continue to look at the text on the cans. After a while, there was a noise, and greedy's head didn't return. Squatting under the shelf, reaching out to drag the bag of flour inside.

He felt something dripping on his arms, but still worked hard to drag the flour out, and then began to look at the production date of the flour.

Suddenly he felt a wind blowing, but he remembered that the windows in this room were closed. He turned his head to see the window at the end of the racks he was on.

A black crow parked on the edge of the window.

Looking at the crow greedily, the crow looked at greedy. Suddenly, the crow rushed over from the window sill like a departure arrow.

Greed felt a wind passing by his ears, a scream of Gag, a bright kitchen knife in the head of the crow, greedy back to see Siller.

Schiller walked over and checked the crow. He turned over the crows and saw the dense sarcoma of the abdomen. This should be a monster that was weirdly affected by mutation.

He remembered the things on Madrine's notes. Unless it was a last resort, monsters would not be attached to too weak animals, such as insects and small birds. Although the crow was considered a rapto, it was not strong.

But animals within the scope of weird events may be affected by monsters. Even if they are not attached, they have great malice to humans like monsters. They will try their best to attack humans.

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But when Schiller's mistake, the sarcoma disappeared again, that was an ordinary crow, and the blood flowed to him.

Just like this, greedy was gone.

The bag he was carrying before fell to the ground, the things inside rolled out, Sixi stretched out his hand to pull the bag's handle, and he could turn over, but he saw the greedy head in it.

After blinking again, the head disappeared, Sixa stretched out and took out the canned bottle inside, and then saw the spokesperson on the canned bottle blinked at him, his head suddenly rolled down.

Schiller stood in place, holding a canned bottle, turned his head to see the back of the room greedy out of the room through the gap of the shelf, and suddenly he heard screaming in the next room.

He turned the canned bottle in his hand and began to look at the ingredient list and production date.

He heard a rapid breathing sound in his ear, and it was difficult to determine his position. Schiller looked up at the direction of the window again. The light shone in his face, and the shadow fell behind him.

He turned 180 degrees and turned back to the window completely, where it should have been greedy, but now there is nothing.

Schiller opened the spiritual vision.

In an instant, he saw that the flying canvas bag was lifted around the greedy neck, and he pulled greedy to the air in front of him, making him struggling to breathe like a hanging person.

Schiller turned back.

He threw away the cans and picked up the crow again. There was no abnormality in the crow, and there was no sarcoma on his stomach. However, Schiller held the corpse of the crow in one hand and raised a kitchen knife in one hand.

With a knife, the blood flowed down from his palm. He turned around and found that greedy looked at him with surprise eyes, and his hand had no crow at all. Essence

Schiller retracted his knife and looked at his bleeding palm, and then he looked at greedy and said: "The rules of the fantasy realm must pay the price, you'd better not be so cut."

"Have you encountered a fantasy?" Greed asked.

Schiller nodded and looked at the crow's body that was still not picked up at his feet. He was not sure if he touched the animal's body or killed the animals.

Suddenly, greedy was also stunned. Schiller felt that he might also be in a illusion. After two seconds, he returned to normal, and his expression said complicatedly: "Do you know what I see?"

"What?"

"In my hallucinations, you have a monster on your body."

Schiller was not surprised. He said, "Wandering? What does he look like?"

Greed shaking his head and said, "The key is that if hallucinations can let us see the monsters on the other party, whether it is true, we will have a reason to attack each other."

"Hunter is not so stupid," Schiller said.

"But the hunter was seriously injured." Greed picked up the bag, and then said, "Whether it is a painter, a lawyer or a doctor, there is sufficient reasons for his life. The monster is just an excuse for them."

Schiller confessed that he meant that the entire team was only a good person in the main universe Batman. The others were not trustworthy whether they were Bruce, Night 枭, or two clown.

There is also a wanderer who is possessed by who possesses, and the opportunity to kill the main universe Batman is approaching.

"I prefer the hallucinations to make hunters who are in a weak state to make irrational moves." Greed and Schiller said, "After all, he hasn't seen this trick before, maybe there is no preparation?"

Schiller shook his head. Batman is not so fragile, and more importantly, each of them has a secret.

Greed: Immersive shopping in the supermarket