It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Zhao Yihe yawned and said lazily, "Don't play dumb. Everyone has a role and a mission. My mission is to perform autopsies on the dead."

He had nothing to hide, nor did he need to.

It's not surprising to have identity tasks in this kind of game, especially since each of their identities is so obvious.

Everyone enters the game in a different location.

From the moment Zhao Yihe entered the game, he had already changed into doctor's clothes, and in front of him, a cold corpse lay quietly.

At that time, the system directly gave him an identity task: to perform an autopsy on the corpse.

The mission has been assigned, and performing an autopsy won't cost me any money anyway.

The man in the suit, who had remained silent, finally spoke up and asked coldly, "Where is the body?"

Zhao Yihe glanced at him sideways, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly turned around, leaped like a zombie, and suddenly jumped in front of the man in the suit.

The speed at that moment caught people off guard. The man in the suit's pupils shrank slightly and his body stiffened subconsciously.

Zhao Yihe patted the suit man's shoulder without hesitation. He pinched his fingers lightly, and a small paper figure appeared silently in his hand.

The name of the man in the suit was clearly written on the paper figure - Zheng Wenshan.

Zheng Wenshan was stunned, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Yihe just smiled, shook the paper figurine in his hand, and said lazily: "Don't worry, I don't want to kill you. This is for you, it can be regarded as a talisman."

He handed the paper figure to Zheng Wenshan.

Zheng Wenshan hesitated for a moment and took the strange paper figure.

The paper figure swayed gently in his palm, and the cold touch made him shiver involuntarily.

Zhao Yihe's smile became more gentle: "Don't underestimate its size, it can save your life."

His attitude towards Zheng Wenshan is completely different from his attitude towards Chen Wangya.

Although the paper figure exudes an indescribable weirdness, it does not have the meaning of a talisman at all.

But if this kind of thing falls into the hands of others, it will only cause more trouble.

Zhao Yihe walked forward lazily, turning his head and saying, "I found the body in the church and want to go see it. Come with me."

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There was no light on the road leading to the church, it was pitch black.

Xiao Huai picked up a kerosene lamp that had fallen on the ground, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the fire reappeared.

Along the way, there was a pungent smell of burnt charcoal, and some burnt paintings remained on the ground.

But the painting had been completely devoured by the flames, leaving charred marks and broken parts, and the content was blurred.

Chen Wangya glanced at the traces on the ground and glanced at Qi Can a few times. Although she didn't say anything, there was a hint of meaningful suspicion in her eyes.

After all, the young man in front of him is an arsonist.

As if sensing the silent doubt, Qi Can suddenly laughed and broke the silence first.

He looked at Xiao Huai lazily, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a somewhat innocent expression: "Brother, I didn't set the fire."

Xiao Huai paused slightly, his eyes swept across Qi Can coldly, and he replied indifferently: "Don't call me brother."

The tone was distant, as if drawing a line and rejecting any intimate address.

But Qi Can became even more excited, deliberately taking a step closer to Xiao Huai and said with a playful smile:

"I'm capable of murder and arson, and I dare to do anything... But if you treat me as your brother, I will protect you."

The orange flames reflected in Xiao Huai's eyes. After hearing this, he replied with three words lightly.

"No need."

Although Xiao Huai rejected him, Qi Can didn't care about Xiao Huai's indifference at all. Instead, he followed him happily.

Chen Wangya couldn't help but teased Xiao Huai, "Hey, be careful. He's a thief. He's following you like this, he must want to steal something from you."

Qi Can deliberately put on an expression of being exposed, and said half-jokingly: "You are really smart, but I am afraid that my brother will never be able to give me what I want in my lifetime."

After saying that, he cooperated by making a pitiful expression.

Chen Wangya looked at him, the corners of her lips slightly raised.

What a great actor.

They continued along the charred road, the firelight lengthening the shadows of several people's feet in the darkness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhao Yihe pushed open a wooden door with intricate carvings on the surface.

"Squeak..."

A dull creaking sound echoed in the empty church.

The door was pushed open, and a strong smell of blood hit me in the face, making me sick.

There are no statues or pictures of Jesus inside the church, and there is no trace of holiness on the empty walls. One can only vaguely feel that this was once a church from the arched ceiling and the curves of the Gothic decorations.

The long row of wooden chairs was covered in dust, obviously no one had cleaned them for a long time. The red candlesticks lay on the ground, and the wax tears were scattered all over the floor like blood.

Zhao Yihe walked in front, following the bloodstains on the ground, his steps still relaxed.

However, when he came to the place where the blood was the thickest, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes swept across the ground.

The corpse disappeared unexpectedly.

He sighed softly, his expression showing a bit of displeasure and confusion, as if he had not expected to encounter such a situation.

There was dead silence all around, the air was filled with the smell of blood, but there was only a messy bloodstain on the ground, as if something had been dragged away from here.

Chen Wangya behind him couldn't help but whisper, "Where's the body? Didn't you say it was here?"

Zhao Yihe sneered, a sinister light flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand casually.

"Isn't it obvious? Either one of us dragged the body away, or there are more than just a few visitors here now."

As soon as Zhao Yihe finished speaking, countless system warning windows suddenly flashed around him, and the bright red prompt words seemed particularly dazzling in the dim light.

"Warning! Warning! The priest is in a low emotional state, high risk! Please hide and avoid!"

Everyone couldn't help but frown when they saw it.

Priest? What priest?

The tip came too late and was totally useless.

When the window popped up, the priest appeared.

A low and cold voice came slowly from the darkness: "Who allowed you to defile my church?"

As the sound got closer, a man in a black robe walked out from the shadows.

He walked slowly, and his aura was as cold and oppressive as the abyss.

Her black hair fell slightly, with a few strands of hair softly sticking to her ears, making her ink-black eyes look even deeper.

His nose was straight and high, with a small mole faintly visible on the side of his nose. He looked like a holy statue, but with an unapproachable chill, like a god isolated from the world.

Everyone except Xiao Huai was stunned by the aura.

They couldn't help but hold their breath and even felt a chilling fear.

He raised his hand and brushed his robe, the corners of his lips slightly curved down, and a cold look appeared between his brows.