Thriller Paradise Chapter 39: Shanchi Haunted House (6)
The dining room is very large, with a long table in the middle, so long that people sitting at both ends can only shout and talk. Several empty plates and forks, and three or four fallen candlesticks were scattered on the white tablecloth.
There is a chandelier directly above the table, which is larger than the one in the living room, but it is no longer lit. The dining room is illuminated by the wall lamps on the walls.
The wooden chairs are arranged in a mess, and some of them are lying horizontally on the ground, with spider webs already formed.
Xiyuruoli only paused for a second when he heard the system prompt, and then continued searching, the expression on his face still cold and frosty.
or the sad smile bone first said: "The big brother who looks pretty good has died."
"Awesome?" Yuruo said, "How do you tell?"
"The level is relatively high, and he is still a professional player." Sad Ling replied.
Like Yuruoli used a sword to stir up a piece of tablecloth, did not stop searching, and replied casually: "Our level will also become higher, and we can also ‘profess’ as a professional player."
"Cousin...you are arguing with me again." Mei Ling looked up and looked like rain, and mumbled: "Now that the professional players are all hung up, is it okay for you to be so calm?"
At this time, Xi Yu Ruoli took out a letter from under the table, and only said four words: "Plot items."
[Name: Letters with ink stains]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Normal]
[Function: Unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: The content of the letter is partially obscured by ink and cannot be read. 】
She reached out her hand and handed the letter to Xiao Ling Xiaogu, and said: "This thing is unlikely to be under the table. It must have been reset after the death of the ‘Brave Invincible’."
Ai Ling took the letter, unfolded it, and then put it in the suitcase slung around his waist, and licked his lips: "Um... Assuming that this letter is one of the clues to the main line, there is a kind of It may be that the person carrying this letter will be attacked by some unknown force in this room and will be in a very dangerous situation, so..."
"So even the professional players are dead?" Suddenly, Siyu.
"Hmm...but it's weird." Sadly said: "There are four of them, why only one died and the strongest one? Isn't it..."
"Don't need to be'don't it.'" Feng Bujue's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in from the door: "Obviously, we acted separately."
Siyu and Beiling both turned their heads to look at him, and Feng Bujue continued: "Moreover, from the point of view that he is already on the street, this ‘strongest’ should also be marked with a question mark."
"He is of a higher level than you, and he is a professional player." Siyu said to Feng Bujue, and she directly copied the words that Meiling had used to persuade herself.
"My level will also become higher, and I can also "proclaim" as a professional player. Is that strong?" Feng Bujue replied casually.
Mei Ling covered her mouth and snickered, almost laughing out loud.
Like Yuruoli, his expression changed slightly: "How long have you been here?"
"Just arrived, what's the matter?" Feng Bujue said, he did not hear the conversation between the two before, only the last sentence of Bei Ling.
was silent for two seconds like rain, and said: "Did you discover the branch mission of the Ghost Palace?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied: "I found the first and fifth paragraphs. Did you find the other two paragraphs?"
Mei Ling shook his head and denied: "No, I encountered a lot of traps along the way."
like rain again; "What is the ghost palace? Is it a text? Or is it an object?"
"It's a poem." Wang Tanzhi also appeared at the door of the restaurant, with Long Aomin beside him.
"Good come." Feng Bujue said: "Which paragraph did you find?"
"The good news is...we found two paragraphs." Long Aomin said.
"The bad news is... we can't remember it." Wang Tan had an expression on his face that was not ashamed, but rather proud.
"It's probably retelling a few sentences that are impressive." Feng Bujue said.
The two babbled four or five sentences.
After listening to Feng Bujue, he said: "It should be the second and third paragraph..." Then, he did an amazing thing. He said the two paragraphs that Xiao Tan and Long Ge found completely. , Ask them if they are right.
"Brother Jue...what's the situation?" Wang Tanzhi asked in surprise, "Are you following us secretly?"
"This room was born based on my memory in reality. I am actually a serial murderer. This is one of my strongholds." Feng Bujue said calmly, "The ghost you see Gong' is written on the wall when I have nothing to do."
Wang sighed as if he was dislocated, his mouth was open, his eyes widened and he looked at Feng Bujue, his mind was in a mess.
ten seconds later, Feng Bujue said to him: "You are the only one who has not realized that this is a joke."
"Hahaha..." Long Aomin suddenly laughed, and he soon realized that this was Feng Bujue's joking, but he didn't think it was funny, but Wang Tanzhi believed that the real reaction was really letting people. Speechless.
"Mr. Crazy, the silly joke is finished, can you tell the truth?" Ai Ling said, "Not only do you know the order of the paragraphs, but you can even recite the content, so you must know the'Ghost Palace' Where does this poem come from?"
Feng Bujue said: "This poem comes from Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher." I believe this script is also derived from this text." He moved a stool and sat down: "You have Has anyone read it?"
"No~" Except for the rain, the other three answered the teacher's questions in unison like elementary school students, lengthening their voices to reply.
"Whether there is none, his novels are actually nothing good." Feng Bujue said: "Poe is a high-end literary scorpion, gambling and drinking everything, chasing Yujie, married Loli. He has written all his life. Satire is tireless, most of the novels only focus on the atmosphere, ignore the plot, and sometimes do some opportunistic activities. For example, at the beginning of "Lizia", he casually made up a paragraph and added a dash to say that it was Joseph Ge Ranville’s remarks, if there was a search engine ~IndoMTL.com~ in the 19th century, this guy would have been pulled out by the critics for a parade."
"You sound like a **** fan..." said Yuruoli coldly.
"It sounds like you are envious, jealous, and hate..." Xiaoling Xiaogu cast a contemptuous look.
"The more you listen, the more you look like you..." Wang Tanzhi said.
"Brother Mad, you have self-respect..." Long Aomin didn't know what to say, so he could only persuade him.
Feng Bujue stood up, holding on without changing his face: "It's just a little bit, it's not a big deal..."
"You can even memorize that poem, so don't explain it anymore." Siyu interrupted.
"This sister..." Feng Bujue said.
"You Guigeng? Call my sister."
"This girl..."
"You call again to try."
Feng Bujue took a deep breath: "Like a woman...actually, I am quite well-remembered..."
"Mr. Crazy, you really don't need to explain to me." An imperceptible smile appeared from the corners of the rainy lips.
Feng Bujue was sluggish for about three seconds, then turned around nonchalantly and said: "Today's wind is so noisy..."
Long Aomin feels embarrassed, "Crazy brother, even if it is exposed, you don't need to care too much, let's continue to find clues."
Feng Bujue almost squirted a mouthful of old blood from his throat, and said in his heart: You just say the second half of the sentence and it will be over. Is the first half of the sentence making up the knife?
"By the way, I was just about to ask you, don’t you think it’s weird?" Feng Bujue said sternly, "Why did we all walk to the restaurant? The structure of this house should change. Up, does it mean..."
I didn't finish speaking, I heard a "bang", and the only door of the restaurant closed by itself.