Although the people in this village are not very friendly, they still understand the basics of hospitality.

At noon, Miss Yinger brought some food to the tour group.

In the deep mountains and wild forests, there are naturally no delicious delicacies, and the poverty and backwardness of this village are obvious to all.

The food that Yinger brought was nothing more than some coarse grain pancakes, steamed buns, and boiled eggs, all of which could only satisfy the hunger.

certainly.

In extraordinary times, tour groups are not qualified to be picky about food and accommodation, and they are satisfied if they can fill their stomachs.

"Miss Ying'er, can I ask you a question?"

Ying'er put down her food and turned to leave, but Zhou Like called her to stop.

Ying'er turned her head and said calmly, "What's the problem?"

Holding a steamed bun in his hand, Zhou Like deliberately asked in a low tone, "Is the village... haunted?"

Yinger's eyes changed slightly, and her face suddenly turned cold.

"Who told you that?"

"Just tell me, right? Chicken blood has been spilled on every door of your house, is it just to resist unclean things?"

Ying'er pursed her lips and didn't answer. She looked around at the tour group and then at the corpse that was brought into the house.

"This is a matter of our village and has nothing to do with you. You'd better not meddle in your own business."

"Miss Ying'er, what you said is wrong."

Zhou Like immediately said: "Why is it not our business? This involves the personal safety of all of us. If there is really something unclean in the village, you should tell us clearly, so that we can take precautions , you see, our friend died tragically here the first night he entered the village, the village chief said to help us investigate, but he didn't see any movement..."

"I told you not to go out at night."

Ying'er looked at the corpse on the ground expressionlessly, implying that Zhen Zhibing's death was undoubtedly her own fault.

"Hey, why do you..."

Zhou Like showed dissatisfaction, and was about to have a good fight with him, but Gao Fuwen held his shoulders.

"Miss Ying'er, I have caused you trouble."

Gao Fuwen gave Ying'er a friendly smile.

"I'll bring some chicken blood later."

After leaving a sentence, Ying'er turned around and left, and walked out of the house quickly.

In the yard, Fatty Jin squatting there was gnawing on the steamed bun, still cursing.

Evidently he would not be able to eat in a room full of corpses.

Ying'er glanced at him, and quickly left the yard without stopping.

"Give us chicken blood? What's the use of chicken blood? The people in this village are hopelessly stupid. If there are ghosts, a little blood can stop them?"

Zhou Like spoke plausibly.

"If people don't want to say it, why don't you force them to say it?"

Shen Zhenggang was relatively calm, and said without haste: "She should be the best communicator in this village. Offending her will do us no good."

"Then what do you say now?"

Zhou Like, who had a Band-Aid on his forehead, looked around at the crowd.

Fatty Jin was in the yard, and Ge Rou was still exhausted, so he didn't have to worry about speaking.

"Ye Xin and I surveyed the scene in the morning. Zhen Zhibing's death was probably not man-made. In other words, there must be ghosts in this village. If we don't think of a countermeasure sooner, we don't know who will die next."

No one strikes up a conversation.

Zhou Like then looked at the Roy.

"Officer Luo, you are a policeman, why don't you give advice to everyone?"

"I'm a policeman, but not a celestial master."

The indifferent response from Roy made Zhou Like speechless.

indeed.

Police comrades are not omnipotent.

Zhou Like depressedly picked up the steamed bun in his hand and took a bite.

"By the way, how did you get the injury on your head?"

Gao Fuwen looked curiously at the band-aid on his forehead.

"Forget it."

Zhou Like sighed, "It was smashed by some wild children in the village."

After eating two eggs, Ye Xin wiped his hands and picked up the hand-painted village map on the table.

"I go out for a while."

Without waiting for everyone to respond, he walked out alone.

Several people watched him go out.

"Do you know what rank he is?"

The Roy looked at Ye Xin's lonely back.

Zhou Like didn't react at first, until the other party turned his head to look at him, he didn't realize that the policewoman was talking to him.

"I don't know."

He shook his head.

"You know him so well, don't you know?"

Shen Zhenggang also looked over.

"Please, I only met him when we entered the game, and I didn't ask him, so it's probably about the same as me."

Zhou Like said disapprovingly.

The Roy frowned slightly, his eyes flickering.

This young man was not only the only one among them who chose to hide his personal information, but also gave her a strange feeling.

As a policeman, she thinks she has unique eyesight, but she can't see through the other party.

This is something other players cannot do.

Even Wang Wang, who is the highest rank, has roughly figured out the character traits of the other party after observing it now.

But this Ye Xin...

Perhaps because of her occupation, she really disliked the feeling of being out of control.

"I'll go out and have a look too."

With that said, she also walked out.

Watching the two leave ~lightnovelpub.net~ one after the other ~ the rest of the people looked at each other silently, all a little strange.

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Holding the map hand-drawn by Gao Fuwen, Ye Xin groped for more than ten minutes, and finally came to the place where Gao Fuwen's mouth was located, the "hole".

This is a separate small courtyard, with some weeds and flowers growing in the courtyard, it is true that no one has lived in it for a while.

The light in the afternoon is abundant, but not dazzling. I don’t know if it’s because of the iron lock hanging on the door that the courtyard looks a bit cold, even gloomy.

Ye Xin looked around, made sure there was no one there, and walked in.

The weeds were trampled on and soiled. Ye Xin walked unhurriedly to the door of the house, and then took out a rusty key from his pocket.

This is the reward he got from the lucky wheel after clearing the novice book.

I don't know if it will work or not, but I can only try it now.

Ye Xin held the iron lock and inserted the key into the keyhole. The process went smoothly beyond imagination.

With a slight force, only a faint "click" sound was heard, and the iron lock was actually successfully opened.

Even Ye Xin was a little unexpected.

It seems that this reward is not as useless as it appears on the surface.

Pulling out the key again, carefully putting it back into his pocket, Ye Xin took off the iron lock, and gently pushed the door open.

"Squeak..."

The wooden door, which had been covered in dust for an unknown period of time, slowly opened.

All of a sudden, Ye Xin felt a gust of cold air pouring out of the room, which made people daunted.

This door is like a dividing line, separating the light from the room.

Standing at the door for a while, Ye Xin stepped over the threshold, his figure escaped from the light and merged into the darkness.