Game of Destiny: This player is different.

Although he can talk and laugh, he just has a sense of hypocrisy. "

"Before Li Jin'e and the man with the scarf were exposed, they looked no different from ordinary people."

Qin Nuo found a rock and sat down on his butt: "Leaving aside the village, I wonder where the paper doll funeral procession went?

We wandered around the village, but we didn't see any house holding weddings or weddings.

It stands to reason that the paper figurine carried the coffin and dug the grave, so it must be preparing for something. "

"Do you have any other clues at hand?" Sadly shot an arrow with hopeful eyes.

As a result, Qin Nuo leaned back and spread his hands, and said in a long voice: "I haven't read the script in advance, how could everything be clear?

Today there is only one word—wait. "

The tranquility and peace on the surface is an illusion after all, a village that is different from the external environment cannot be so ordinary.

Now that the other party has revealed some telltale signs, the rest will be exposed automatically sooner or later.

And not for long.

Without disturbing the villagers, Qin Nuo and others found an unoccupied dilapidated house as a temporary resting place, quietly waiting for the night to come.

Chapter 567 Continuation of the Ancient Village's Strange Story (27), Carrying the Coffin

Just like a single dog will open the 3D area at a fixed time every day, hesitating among the five top brands of Laura, Tifa, 2B, Dead or Alive, and Overwatch, or change the taste, from Resident Evil, Mass Effect, Wizard, Shaman James, BioShock, Harley Quinn, Street Fighter, League of Legends and other young actresses choose who to sleep with tonight.

In the enchantment, the sun rises and the sun rises, day and night alternate, and finally enters the night.

The top of the head was as dark as ink, and the surroundings were silent, completely devoid of the noisy and noisy atmosphere of the day.

The four players stayed in the broken house, quietly watching the small village.

From time to time, a gust of cold wind blows through the air, sweeping up a few fallen leaves, which are hidden in the boundless darkness amidst the sounds of dogs barking and cats echoing in the deep alley.

"Loneliness is the carnival of one person, and carnival is the loneliness of a group of people."

With his left hand behind his back and his right hand pressing on his heart, Qin Nuo looked at the sky at a standard 45-degree reciting posture, and calmly said in a low voice: "Long road, lonely you, this is the voice of midnight, here is the person who understands you best.

The payline beep-beep-beep-beep. "

"..."

Sadly, he rolled his eyes: "Brother Qin, although you are trying to ease the atmosphere, there is no need to read the old advertisements again.

Inexplicably, the memory of the dead is attacking me. "

"Oh, the essence of human beings is a repeater."

Qin Nuo turned and leaned against the wall, and said casually: "Most people in society are gangsters, conformist and ignorant.

Great men, idols, and leaders are their Shuangge, and gangsters keep repeating Shuangge’s quotations, high-quality repeaters become elites, and inferior repeaters become cattle and horses.

Of course, not everyone is a repeater, otherwise civilization will not progress and culture will not develop.

There is always someone who can figure out his own ideas from boring repetitions, and then spread and publicize them to become the new Shuangge.

The more shuangges, the more complex the culture, and the more shuangfans, the more prosperous the culture.

The above is from Mimi's theory, not my own nonsense. "

"Mimi?"

Sad Yijian squinted his eyes, and said in a strange tone: "It's the abbreviation of Memetics.

But even if you bring out Richard Dawkins, I always feel that you are secretly poking at someone. "

"Vulgar ~Three hundred poems, I have always followed them, thinking innocent."

Qin Nuo snorted coldly, with a look of indifference and contempt on his face.

Ignoring Brother Jian who was full of confusion, he turned to look at Hanlin Zimo.

It was found that the latter was squatting on the ground and competing with a compressed biscuit. Even if the high-calorie food was broken into pieces, the high-calorie food with the size of a brick still tasted bad.

Chew it in your mouth with a bang bang bang sound, those who didn't know it thought they were eating stones.

After finally digesting a small piece, Hanlin Zimo rubbed his slightly sour cheeks, and said helplessly: "Every time I perform a script task, it is a kind of torture to the stomach, and I have to eat a good meal to make up for it when I go back."

As he said that, he looked up at Sad Yijian: "Comrade Yijian, after the mission is over, shall I invite you to eat barbecue?

A new Xiaodongbai barbecue restaurant opened in Dongcheng, 45 a catty is cut and ordered at will, which is very cost-effective. "

"Okay, let's refill dozens of boxes of beer and have a good drink." Sadly, he forgot the upset just now, and immediately agreed.

Others drink by the bottle, but you drink by the case, you can only say that you are a player.

Qin Nuo didn't intervene, and an undetectable strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Eat barbecue?

It sounds familiar.

While Hanlin Zimo was chatting with Sad Yijian, Xinghua Weiyu, who was in charge of standing guard, suddenly said: "There is a situation."

In the next second, the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere in the room suddenly dissipated, and everyone turned their eyes to the door in unison.

From the direction of the village, a big red sedan chair came into view suddenly and without any warning.

At the same time, the sound of blowing chui, beating gongs and drums drifted into the ears, and the tone was sad and desolate.

A team walked out slowly from the small road in the village, and the leader was carrying two large flags, shaking them left and right, as if they were leading the way.

On the pole on the right is written [Golden Boy Leads the Way Before Pulling the Banner], and on the bottom is written [Jade Girl Carrying a Lantern to the West].

On the pole on the left is written [Huang Daoji moves to a new home], and on the bottom is written [Tibetan wind gathering Qi is a treasure land].

The horizontal batch is the same as "driving the crane to the west".

The white paper lanterns exude a green halo, dotted behind the two soul-inducing banners.

The team was crowded with people, and they couldn't see clearly.

Get closer and look carefully, the pupils of the four players suddenly shrank into awns.

Where are the people, it is clearly a group of black shadows with only human outlines and no specific appearance.

Men, women and children can be barely identified through height, body shape, and hair.

"They carried the coffin!"

Xinghua Weiyu's face was tense, and she hurriedly said in a voice that only she could hear.

In the middle of the line, several small wooden coffins were carried forward by figures.

It is very similar to the coffin carried by the paper doll funeral procession.

Hanlin Zimo and Sad Yijian's expressions turned ugly one after another. They have experienced many missions but have never seen such a strange scene.

Whether the figure is a ghost is yet to be determined, but it is definitely not a person.

There are still many key numbers, and a rough estimate is at least hundreds.

If a conflict broke out, wouldn't there be too few people on my side?

When the three players became nervous due to the appearance of the funeral procession, Qin Nuo couldn't help but gasped and said in astonishment, "Oh, is this the legendary black coffin bearer?"

After finishing speaking, I couldn't help being amazed, and began to search for something in the backpack.

The sad Yijian who was standing next to Qin Nuo was still in a state of panic, but when he was interrupted by this interruption, he subconsciously complained: "Hey, carrying a coffin for a black man is completely different from carrying a coffin for a black ghost!

In addition, why did you take out the point-and-shoot camera, the script world modernization tool cannot be used, have you forgotten? "

"It's just that you can't use it."

Qin Nuo calmly put the camera away, then took out a screwdriver, and held his breath to activate the [Wasteland Hacking] skill.

As a result, old second-hand cameras are completely turned into a pile of waste.

"Sure enough, it failed. It's a pity that I wasted ten yuan."

He frowned and put away the debris, with a look of course on his face.

Knowing that you failed, why did you pretend to be confident just now?

An arrow of sadness only felt that the egg hurts and the chest was tight, and the groove was full of emotions.

The originally nervous mood in the house was stirred up like this, and I couldn't get nervous anymore.

Xinghua Weiyu looked sideways slightly, looking at Qin Nuo thoughtfully.

Xindao, this person did it on purpose, to prevent everyone from making unwise actions due to the influence of emotions.

High-level players really don't have fuel-efficient lamps.

After calming down, everyone looked outside the door again.

The funeral procession is still moving in an orderly manner. Those who cry for the funeral, those who spread paper money, and those who carry the coffin have a clear and orderly division of labor.

Amidst the dirge and music, a dark figure gradually approached in the direction of the big red sedan chair.

The two sides are about to meet.

Chapter 568 Continuation of the Ancient Village's Strange Story (28), splicing

Just as the leader carrying the banner was about to meet the big red sedan chair, the gongs, drums and music stopped abruptly.

All the figures seemed to have noticed something, stopped and looked in the direction of the player.

Obviously without facial features, at that moment Hanlin Zimo and others had the illusion of being scanned by countless pairs of eyes.

"Get down."

Qin Nuo activated the turtle's breath technique almost instantly when the opponent turned his head, and crouched down randomly to find a blind spot to hide.

Everyone was leaning against the wall, their expressions full of vigilance.

Their respective weapons have been taken out, ready to fire and prepare at any time.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, time passed slowly in the oppressive atmosphere.

This village, which exists in the enchantment, reveals to the players a little bit of terror under the guise of peace after night comes.

Qin Nuo rolled his eyes restlessly, thinking of a question.

The funeral procession was so noisy that it could be heard a hundred meters away, but the villagers didn't react at all.

Or are they the figures?

Wearing human skin during the day and turning into a ghost at night, it is similar to Li Jin'e and the scarf man.

Qin Nuo curled his lips, the real illusion that he experienced with Daoist Xiaobai back then was very similar to the current situation.

The instigator behind it - Wu Guoqiang's wife, Chunmei, is confirmed as one of the members of the Film League.

Thinking about it this way, could it be that members of the Shadow League are playing tricks in this village?

Sonoda Suzuko from Morita High School, Wang Hui from Happy Crematorium, Shen Hongyuan from Boai Psychiatric Hospital, Chunmei from Medical Beauty and Plastic Surgery Hospital, Kage Hakage Nine from Children’s Fun Amusement Park, Spider Mouse from camping in the wild, UIU operative La Wei from Day Island Deathmatch Mission Ann, plus the mountain walker for this mission.

Qin Nuo frowned slightly, realizing that he had been deeply involved with the Shadow League unknowingly.

What exactly is this organization planning? Its hands and feet are stretched far.

"The funeral procession has stopped." Xinghua Weiyu's reminder interrupted Qin Nuo's thinking.

I saw the girl put on a black cloak, and the cat watched quietly at the door.

If she didn't take the initiative to speak out, she really didn't notice.

"It's an extraordinary item that can hide your whereabouts."

Qin Nuo muttered to himself, and looked out the door after Xinghua Weiyu confirmed that it was safe.

The funeral procession had indeed stopped, and the figures carrying lanterns and throwing paper money gave way one after another to allow the coffins behind to be carried to the front.

The two figures carrying the soul-inducing banner did not stop moving, and continued to wave the banner.

The coffin fell to the ground, the lid was opened, and a gust of sinister and evil energy escaped, shaking the coffin bearers nearby.

There was a commotion in the line, and the shadows of many children's silhouettes hurriedly retreated, as if they were very frightened.

The person holding the soul-inducing flag in front accelerated his waving movements, and the shadows of the other adults rushed up and threw themselves into the coffin.

Going forward and succeeding, it's like offering sacrifices.