"What, what?" Ren Yifei was stunned because of this sentence. Is this human? What do you mean by watching how he died? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death first?

"Just kidding." Ke Bei sat down, "but you are really dangerous. According to the depth of your perception, you are ranked first. Well, there are Zhao Rui and Chen Rui."

joke? Ren Yifei made a fork in his heart, it was not a joke at all, he smiled and said the truth.

"I'm Zhao Rui." Zhao Rui stuck his head out from behind his friend, said weakly, and told him by the way, "Chen Rui jumped off the building and died yesterday."

"What? Was it Chen Rui who jumped off the building yesterday?" A member who knew Chen Rui changed his face. When you find that someone you know has died for this incident, the feeling of death coming is even stronger.

Ke Bei didn't show any surprise, obviously he knew, maybe very clearly: "I know, and I also know that some people found something wrong and tried to escape from here, but they ended up dying outside. This means... "

"It's useless to escape?" a member of the community responded quickly.

"Yes," he nodded with a smile, "as long as the 'connection' in us remains, this matter will not end."

As long as they have participated in that sacrifice, whether they are performers or onlookers, they have established a connection with a certain existence through this event.

It's a deadly connection, especially on the human side.

Monsters don't necessarily mean to hurt people, but human beings who accidentally glimpse the existence of monsters are enough to enter the chaotic spiritual world.

What Chen Shen invited was indeed the **** stick, but what the **** stick said was true.

That is the information Chen Shen wants everyone to know: it is an invincible existence that cannot be directly looked at, but if they do nothing, they will only have a dead end.

"Let's call the police?" One of the members couldn't help it. He cried, "Find the police, the police will protect us."

"Who would believe this kind of thing?" a player said with a sneer, and after laughing, he lowered his head and drank milk tea.

Several people responded and felt that it was useless to call the police.

Although the other players did not speak, they also had the same idea. How can the police be called for the matter in the dungeon?

"Call the police!" It was Ren Yifei again, with 'fear' written all over his face, and being stared at by the **** of death had scared him to the core.

"We don't even know who the enemy is. I don't want to lose my life like this, so I will definitely call the police!" He spoke faster and faster, and finally almost shouted.

There are inherently unstable members of the community, and being in this area, I feel it is appropriate to call the police. Their education from childhood to adulthood is telling them that if they are in difficulty, they should call the police.

Therefore, those who want to call the police quickly form a battle with those who feel that it is useless to call the police and get in the way.

There was a lot of discussion among the people, arguing or not calling the police. Saman watched them arguing. When the time was about, he said, "I have already called the police."

Eh? Both sides of the quarrel stopped, and the players were also stunned.

The players were a little surprised, this didn't follow their script.

Players like to use 'quick fixes', and they instinctively reject the police system that represents the official. If the alarm is NPC, it is not surprising. NPCs in high-end bureaus are highly autonomous, and it is not uncommon for such accidents to occur. But the one who called the police was obviously a player, and it seemed to be the real body of a ghost. Is he exposing himself?

"As I said, I want to know the truth more than any of you. Don't I know that if I tell the police about this kind of thing, I can't escape myself?" At this time, Saman should add a sad smile, but he really can't pretend Come out, look up at the sky, and then look down.

"No matter what controlled me at that time, I did it. I don't deny it, and I am willing to bear the consequences. However, I always have to know what is hurting me!"

Those members were moved by what he said, and suddenly felt that it was not easy for the vice president. He didn't know anything at all. As a result, when he woke up, he became a terrible priest with terrible wounds on his body and was misunderstood by others.

Saman bowed his head slightly, making it impossible to peep into his heart through his eyes: this trick shows weakness by revealing scars, and the effect is better than expected.

When he found out that his identity was special, he made preparations like this - calling the police.

The police didn't believe it at first, but Saman showed the wound on his collarbone. After that, the school happened one after another, so they couldn't believe it.

The police then notified the school leaders, which led to the move to close the campus now.

In fact, it wasn't because he was noble at all that the police were called. It was just that the more chaotic the water was, the safer his fish was.

The state organs in the dungeon are no less powerful than the Horn of Desolation, which his family A Fei has proved with facts. And he is an extremely important tainted witness, and the state will protect him a little bit.

Saman is eager to try the official force against the Wildhorns.

"You called the police, so the school was closed today because of this?"

There were no fools present, and they immediately thought of this morning's broadcast.

For no reason, they said there was an acute epidemic in their school. At that time they thought it was strange, is there such a thing? How could they have no idea at all? After thinking about contacting Saman now, I understand.

"I don't know much about this. They just asked me to stay at school with peace of mind. It is said that experts will come over." Saman's eyes swept across the faces of other players.

The faces of the players in the crowd are not good-looking: good boy, this person is not ready to eat, so he just flipped the table. As soon as the official comes, will their players be tied down when they do things?

Samant understands their mood at the moment too. Once upon a time, he was also such a player who didn't like the blending of government forces, but he didn't expect the police to come here in person.

This move belongs to killing one thousand enemies and self-destructing eight hundred, but Saman is not ready to show his skills in this game.

Probably only Ren Yifei sincerely thinks that this path is right.

This dungeon is very difficult at the beginning, but the difficulty is not to find the ghost, but to find out the mysterious power hidden behind the dungeon to protect itself.

At this point, they are not experts, local NPCs are experts. If you want more experts to join this decryption activity, you must dispatch a behemoth like a state agency.

"This is really good." When the passivists among the members heard the interference of official forces, they had the illusion that they were about to be saved.

No matter what, the official power is always stronger than a small group like them.

Of course, players will not sit still, they must collect enough information from these members before the official arrival.

They quickly persuaded those present to cooperate, and a new group was established.

The group owner is the president, that is, Wenli. However, Wenli prefers to find clues and analysis, so the real manager is actually Chen Shen, and she has been doing a good job in this area.

As usual, Chen Shen first gave a speech that aroused the members' desire to survive, and then stated his true purpose.

She hopes that the members who played a role in the sacrificial event can talk about their dress, actions, and occasional strangeness at that time.

If you didn't participate in the performance, but watched the whole process outside the venue, or took pictures, you can also take it out for a one-to-one comparison.

"Let's gather these clues first, and when the police come, these valuable clues will be provided to them directly, saving both sides time." Chen Shen thought it over carefully and took care of the mood of most of the members-they just wanted the matter to end earlier, It doesn't matter who solves it.

Sure enough, Chen Shen's request was approved by most people, and they began to take the initiative to recall that day.

"I remember that we actually arrived for the sacrifice at that time, but it didn't start until six o'clock in the afternoon." A commune recalled, he also explained, "Because I am a quick-tempered person, so I kept watching at that time. The watch can only remember the time at that time."

Another member picked up: "It did wait until six o'clock. I came over at about five o'clock and waited for an hour."

"Ah, yes! I remembered something." A girl in the crowd suddenly remembered something.

Her face was straight up, her eyebrows were shortened on both sides. At first glance, it is a girl who often wears makeup, but this time she didn't even have time to draw her eyebrows, which shows that her quality of life has recently declined.

"I remember that the vice president's long wig was still made of real hair at that time, and it had to be almost a meter long. What's even more frightening is that the roots of those hairs were attached to a whole piece of skin."

Whole skin? The members with rich associations have already made up their minds to kill and skin.

The girl didn't know what terrifying picture she thought of, she shrank her neck: "At first I thought it was a wig planted on silicone, and it's strange that wigs are so textured now? Now..."

She was frightened by her own imagination, and her body trembled.

Everyone turned their attention to Saman, and the old **** of Saman was there: the original owner of the women's clothing, what does it have to do with him, Lin Guanyue?

"I didn't find such a wig made of real human hair in my bedroom."

"Maybe it's not that the wig is attached to the skin, but... after the wig is put on, the hair is tangled in the scalp." This club tried to enlighten the frightened members, but his enlightenment was even scarier than the original.

"Be quiet and shut up."

Such a group of people huddled together to make jokes, and the shadow of terror seemed to disperse from the top of their heads. They all feel that the future is bright, and the shadow of death will always pass.

"Hey, you've been drinking with your head down for a long time, and you haven't finished it yet?" An NPC pushed the person next to him.

This person had been talking before, but he didn't know when he fell silent, lowered his head, and seemed to be drinking milk tea.

Ren Yifei glanced in that direction, he remembered that it was a player. Just as he was about to turn his gaze back, he was stunned by the red liquid substance in the transparent plastic cup.

This is the cup of the signature milk tea. Is there red jam in the signature milk tea?

A strange thought flashed across his mind, and Ren Yifei's face changed slightly. However, without waiting for his reminder, the NPC over there has pushed the person who bowed his head to drink milk tea at will: "Brother, do you have anything to say?"

No one would have imagined that the NPC just pushed it so casually, and the player who lowered his head and drank the milk tea fell to the ground directly attached to the milk tea. The milk tea rolled on the ground, and some rust-flavored milk tea was sprinkled out.

Everyone felt that something was wrong, and their hearts were half cold when they looked at it.

I saw the person drinking the milk tea with the plastic straw full of blood in his mouth, his eyes widened, and he didn't know when he was dead.

"what--"

The shadow of death loomed over this group of people once again, and it was more intense and terrifying than ever before.