In an escape game...

Seeing that the points doubled, Yun Xubai chose to start the live broadcast mode without hesitation.

He's just a point-earning machine with no emotion.

[Unless privacy is involved, the camera in the live broadcast room continues to be turned on, and the live broadcast needs to disclose the player ID, and the received rewards will be converted into points and charged to the player's wallet after the live broadcast ends. ]

[Player "Ba Ba", do you want to continue the live broadcast? ]

After going through a few dungeons, Yun Xubai has gotten used to the random id, and occasionally uses it to take advantage of other players. He doesn't mind disclosing the id, so he chose to continue the live broadcast.

A dark red translucent light screen appeared in front of him, projecting Yun Xubai's face. The young man on the light screen was wearing a spotless white shirt, which was buttoned up meticulously. His broken hair was clean, and his tall nose bridge was wearing a white shirt. A pair of thin silver-rimmed glasses properly weakened the sense of aggression brought by the deep eyebrows, leaving only elegance and warmth.

[You have turned on the live broadcast mode, and the audience is about to enter the venue]

One after another, viewers entered the live broadcast room. Yun Xubai had a short live broadcast experience in the third chapter of the short supernatural comic. He is no stranger to this, and he does not feel uncomfortable when facing the camera.

He was quite curious about where the audience in this live broadcast room came from.

[Holy shit, just entered the live broadcast room and was attacked by beauty, is the host an adult? ]

[The cover of the live broadcast room is a screenshot of the host taking off his glasses, my soul has been hooked, what kind of peerless beautiful boy is this]

[This anchor is a newcomer. I clicked on my profile picture and went in to take a look at the record. The player level is only level 3, and I have only passed four dungeons. Isn’t the live broadcast festival always only inviting big players or new players?When did the bar get so low? ]

[The streamer doesn’t have much experience, but every dungeon is No.1. After he disclosed his ID, I noticed him on the player leaderboard]

[It doesn't look like a ruthless character, I don't really want to watch the development, try it for half an hour, if it is not attractive, I will slip away]

[1, the player next door who is about to reach full level 'God Thorn' is also broadcasting live, I suck the face of the host and slip away]

Yun Xubai casually glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room. It was less than a thousand. He had no exposure for the time being. Many people were attracted by his face.

The live camera moved backwards, and Jiao Huai also appeared in the live broadcast room. After seeing himself on the light screen, he touched the bruise on his face. This kind of small injury was neither painful nor itchy to him, so he quickly licked it He gritted his canine teeth and looked away.

[There is also a child!Is it an npc or a player? ]

[Player, haven't you read the information in the live broadcast room, there is a list of players for this copy. ]

[Zai Zai's eyes are so cruel www, I like it]

As long as the live broadcast is started, the points will be doubled. The anchor does not need to please the audience, but if he has a good relationship with the audience, he can get a reward. Yun Xubai is too lazy to interact with the audience. He is still holding a hot potato in his hand—— Teacher Qi’s wallet.

Teacher Qi asked Yun Xubai to bring the wallet to his wife. The system has already sent the map of Siren Island to the player.

The development of Siren Island is very lagging. There are few street lights on the street. Due to the long-term disrepair, the light is dim. After sunset, the fog on the island gradually becomes heavier. Rao has strengthened his eyesight, and Yun Xubai's visual range is also very narrow. .

There are no tall and beautiful buildings on the island, and the houses are low. Many of them are bungalows or tiled houses. Teacher Qi’s house is not far from the school. It is a small tiled house with a yard. The expression was a little fierce, and the four copper bell-sized eyes were wide open, as if they were always staring at the person coming.

There is a small rusty incense burner under the corner of the wall, with a few sticks of incense stuck in it, which may be a local custom.

Yun Xubai knocked on the door, and a woman's voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Teacher Yun." Yun Xubai replied warmly.

There was the sound of two wheels rolling in the yard, and with a "squeak", the two wooden doors opened slowly, and a middle-aged woman in a wheelchair appeared behind the door.

Her face was pale, and there were two heavy dark circles under her eyes. After covering her mouth and coughing a few times, she asked kindly, "Teacher Yun, what's the matter?"

Yun Xubai handed out the wallet, and smiled softly: "I met Mr. Qi after school today, and he said he needs to prepare lessons, so he asked me to bring you the wallet."

Teacher Qi's wife glanced at the wallet, looked at Yun Xubai strangely, and only after a while did she say a word: "Did you see him today?"

Yun Xubai nodded.

"He has been missing for so long, if he comes back, why don't you go home directly, but ask you to bring me a wallet?" Teacher Qi's wife moved the wheelchair back, her eyes were tinged with fierceness, and she stared at Yun Xubai like a door god , with a bad tone: "Even if you are fooling me, why don't you bring a real wallet? Teacher Yun, you came to this kind of rural place to teach at a young age. I thought you were a kind person, but I didn't expect you to be like everyone else on the island. Come see my joke!"

With a "bang", the courtyard door closed tightly, like a mouth straightened by anger.

Yun Xubai frowned, and looked at the wallet in his hand—where is there any other wallet? A folded paper bag was lying in his palm, and viscous red liquid oozed from the wallet, flowing down the palm to the knuckles. wrist.

Yun Xubai took a deep breath, opened the paper wallet, and stuffed a dozen Ming coins in it. When he took it out, he found that the denominations were not large, and there were also a few coins made of gold leaf, which happened to be 44.4 yuan when put together.

A small note fell out of the wallet, Yun Xubai bent down to pick it up, and found a line of words on the back that penetrated the back of the paper.

"IOU: The borrower Yunba Bazi borrowed RMB [-], [-] from the lender Qi Yuming for a period of seven days.

In the corner of the note was Mr. Qi's signature and blood fingerprints, and the signing date was July [-]th, which happened to be today.

Unfortunately, Yun Xubai's hands were stained with blood, and when he picked up the note, he had already left his fingerprints on the note, so the note was probably valid.

"Ms. Qi is not missing, but dead. What we saw just now is..." Yun Xubai pursed his lips, and said coldly: "Ghost."

[Wow, it smells like a horror movie]

[Exciting, exciting, a bit interesting]

[I was sleepy just now, I shivered when I saw the blood wallet, and now I am very sober]

[44.4 yuan is too cheap to buy the anchor’s life]

["The God of War" tipped a spiritual pearl*100]

[Which plane is upstairs, the id is too aggressive]

"Not only is it a ghost, but it also forcibly gave you a sum of money to buy your life, which is to haunt you." Jiao Huai frowned: "He is clearly dead, but my wife thinks he is missing, is there something hidden in it? Also, how are you going to pay him back the money?"

Yun Xubai said: "There are three possibilities for him to entangle me. One is that he wants to use my mouth to tell his family that he is dead, the other is that he wants me to avenge him, and the third is that he simply wants to find a scapegoat."

There may be other possibilities, but Yun Xubai only thinks about these for the time being.

Jiao Huai twitched the corners of her lips: "The second one might be the best solution, but judging by the attitude of this auntie, if you dare to knock on the door and say her husband is dead, she can kill you with a knife."

Jiao Huai paused, and added: "It's rare to see an NPC who doesn't want to see you, and I appreciate her."

Yun Xubai didn't care too much, he put the paper wallet and IOU in his backpack: "There must be a secret behind Teacher Qi's death, it may be related to the dense fog on the island, let's start with this case, and go find out about Teacher Qi's disappearance Finally, why do people on the island want to see her wife's jokes."

Teacher Qi's wife had a very sad expression when she mentioned this matter, as if she had had a long-standing grudge.

"There is one problem I can't figure out," Jiao Huai glanced at the closed courtyard door, and said slowly, "Since Teacher Qi can find you, why don't you go directly to his wife?"

Yun Xubai said thoughtfully: "Maybe it's because he can't go home, or maybe his wife is the murderer. Now there are too few clues to speculate. Besides, there are many restrictions for the resentful spirits to seek justice."

"That's right." Jiao Huai took a deep breath of the air, with a disgusted expression on her face: "The air seems to smell even worse. Apart from the smell of gunpowder smoke, there is also a strange smell... like the smell of dead mice."

Yun Xubai said decisively: "Go back to 'home' first, it's dangerous to wander outside at night."

The role played by Jiao Huai is the son of the owner of the breakfast shop. The breakfast shop is very close to the residence arranged by the school for Yun Xubai, so the two stopped by.

A ray of cold wind rolled over from behind the street, the leaves of the banyan tree swayed with the wind, leaving mottled afterimages, and a biting coolness climbed behind the two of them.

Yun Xubai smelled a bloody smell, he looked back, the area shrouded in fog became larger again, and there was no one on the street.

"Let's go." The moment the two turned around, a screen was quietly placed behind them in the live broadcast room.

Teacher Qi, covered in blood, suddenly appeared under the shade of a tree. There were many hideous slash marks on his body. His body was crooked as if he had been forcibly put together with glue. When he moved, his left hand suddenly fell to the ground, leaving a puddle. blood.

Teacher Qi seemed to be used to it. He skillfully picked up the severed hand and stuffed it back into its original place. He also stuffed the exposed intestines back into his stomach, and floated towards the courtyard door on his toes.

Before Teacher Qi approached, the door gods attached to the door suddenly shone with a dazzling golden light, and the eyes of the two door gods turned at the same time, staring fiercely at Teacher Qi's pale grimace.

Teacher Qi screamed and was forced back by the golden light. The body that was put together split apart and fell all over the floor. Everywhere.

Bouncing's head happened to pass by the light screen in the live broadcast room, and that paper-white face hit the screen without warning. He bared his sharp teeth, and the blood on his face splashed everywhere, as if he was about to pass through the screen Throw it in the audience's face!

[Grass grass (a plant)! !I was so confused by the ghost that I jumped out of bed in fright! ]

[Thanks, got scared]

[I'm eating, evil, it's not delicious anymore]

[It was even worse for me, the soup in my hand spilled on my crotch immediately, let’s not talk, I’ll wash my pants first]

[Suddenly feel that the anchor is so sharp, Mr. Qi really can't go home, he was blocked by the door god]

[Hey, didn't you say you went upstairs to watch the live broadcast of 'God Thorns' after you licked your face?Why are you still here? ]

[Over there, it looks like a crushing game. It's not interesting. This dungeon is more down-to-earth. I'm looking forward to the anchor's performance]

[I want to know how Teacher Qi died, and what happened to the fog]

[The ghost seems to be chasing the anchor]