Please draw your way of death

Until the three of them chose another restaurant and settled down on their seats, Ning Mian finally looked at the man sitting across from him with suspicion in his eyes.

The conditions are so simple, this is not the style of dungeons...

Will there be fraud?

"Hey! This restaurant is good, the wine in this restaurant is a must!" Different from Ning Mianzhong's deliberation, the man didn't think too much at all, he directly spread it on the chair, and said comfortably, "About Omeland, I can tell you what you all want to know."

"Omi Lande, how did he die?" Meng Qishu put one arm on the armrest of the seat, leaned forward slightly, and quietly watched the man opposite him with calm eyes.

"He..." The man pretended to be ignorant, and kept it a secret, then turned his eyes and smiled, "Burn to death."

"Everyone in the town knows that Omelander is a lunatic. One night a month ago, he set fire to his house, his works, and himself."

Just when the shopkeeper knocked on the door and came in, he delivered two jugs of wine and a few dishes of side dishes ordered by several people, so the man adjusted his casual sitting posture, took a jug of wine unceremoniously, poured himself a glass, and sipped it. After taking a sip, he turned his eyes to the wine glass, looking a little unfathomable.

"When the people in the small town found him, he had already been burned to a skeleton, and it couldn't be more miserable..."

Meng Qishu's eyes stayed on the man all the time, and his eyes darkened a little bit with the man's words.

If it is true as this man said, the character of Omeland is indeed completely dead, and the dead cannot be resurrected, at least in this dungeon...

Meng Qishu's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes swept a circle around the environment that was very similar to real life, and the color of his eyes deepened a degree.

There should be no such thing as resurrection that deviates from the truth.

"Why did Omi Lande set himself on fire?" Just as Meng Qishu was contemplating the dungeon mission, Ning Mianzhong's voice rang in his ears. Meng Qishu didn't even have to turn to look at him, he could feel his impetuous emotions following him The steady voice has calmed down a lot.

"Who knows? He's going crazy by himself?" The man shrugged indifferently, "That guy is very sick, maybe there's something wrong with his illness, and his brain doesn't work."

"If you're sick, why don't you go see a doctor?" Meng Qishu asked suspiciously.

"Because he's poor!" The man leaned back, pressing his back against the back of the seat, and continued, "Before Omelander became world-famous, he was just a toiler who worked hard to eat and drink. people."

"No one wants his paintings. Real currency is much more useful than a poor painter and his paintings..." After the wine in the glass was finished, the man added another glass for himself, and continued, "Shops who are willing to give him credit Rarely, they look down on Omeland's paintings, but what they don't know is that in just a few months, the value of Omeland's paintings can be multiplied several times, even tens of billions of times."

"Now it's not Omeland who paid for his paintings. A lot of people are begging to buy his paintings, but Omeland doesn't sell them..."

Meng Qishu held his breath and was silently waiting for the man's follow-up, when he saw the man raised his head and gave himself a sarcastic look.

"He would rather be dragged to death by illness than hand over even one of his works."

"Because he doesn't think they deserve it!"

Meng Qishu didn't know what to say for a moment.

He seems to have witnessed a painter who was poor in poverty, and finally survived, but burned everything up with a fire himself.

Artists... are they all so casual?

Meng Qishu turned his head to look at Ning Mianzhong beside him, and saw that the other party was also silent, thinking about something.

As if aware of Meng Qishu's gaze, Ning Mian finally reached over with the hand hanging by his side, hooked his finger, and said to the man opposite: "Omi Lande, is it really dead?"

"I can't die anymore, the body is buried in the mountain now, do you want me to point out the direction for you?" The man raised his eyebrows, as if he was very dissatisfied with Ning Mian's final questioning of his statement.

"When the body is found, won't there be a mistake in identifying the person?"

The man raised his eyelids, and rarely answered his question immediately. He looked at Ning Mianzhong, sneered, and then continued to answer: "So you think the corpse that appeared in the ruins of the house in Omeland is not himself?"

"There is no doubt about this. No one will go to his house, and no one will die in his place."

So the corpse was indeed Omeland's, and there was no misidentification of the corpse.

So the development of things is back to the original point.

Omeland is dead, but the mission of the dungeon requires them to find Omeland and learn from a teacher.

"Tell me, is there a second person named Omi Lande in this small town?" Meng Qishu leaned closer to Ning Mianzhong and asked him softly.

Ning Mian finally did not answer, but her eyes fell on the man opposite.

With such a message from PHS, do you still need to worry about this problem?

The man on the opposite side naturally noticed the small movements of the two of them. He snorted a little arrogantly, and replied naturally: "There is only one Omeland in the whole town!"

Ok, things are back to square one again!

Is it really only possible to start with the three numbers given in the dungeon?

Meng Qishu and Ning Mian finally looked at each other sadly, and were thinking about how to get out of this circle of thinking, when they heard the sound of a chair rubbing against the ground, and the man opposite got up.

"Thank you for the hospitality. If you don't mind, can I take this jug of wine home?" The man's polite attitude and his tattered clothes really didn't match.

But Meng Qishu was obsessed with how to complete the task of apprenticeship in the dungeon under the premise of Omeland's death, so he didn't pay much attention to the man's next move, and nodded in response casually.

So the man picked up the jug of wine and walked out. When he was halfway there, he suddenly turned around and looked at them: "If you are still looking for a hotel room, I advise you not to waste your time."

Meng Qishu raised his head in confusion, and saw the man grinning at him: "Those three numbers don't mean hotel rooms, maybe you can find clues from the house number."

"Also, let me tell you in secret, I am Omeland."

Meng Qishu froze the moment he heard this sentence. After realizing what he said, Meng Qishu directly cursed something inwardly, and stood up from his seat in a "bass".

But the man was obviously one step faster. After saying these words, he turned around and opened the door of the room to escape.

"Catch him!" Meng Qishu strode forward and opened the door of the restaurant. At the end of his eyes, he saw the figure of the man slipping out of the restaurant door.

And Ning Mian's final reaction was not inferior to Meng Qishu's. The moment Meng Qishu opened the door, he rushed out with a few big strides, leaning on the railing on the second floor and jumping down to chase after him.

When Meng Qishu chased him out, he saw Ning Mian finally standing at a fork not far from the entrance of the restaurant.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Ning Mian finally turned around, holding a function card in her hand.

He glanced at the unresponsive function card in his hand, raised his head and shook his head at Meng Qishu: "I lost it, and I can't find the function card."

Meng Qishu carefully scanned the intersection of the two roads, but found no trace of the man just now, so he couldn't help rubbing his forehead irritably: "Let him run away!"

After finally catching a corner of the message, and slipping away before he could react, anyone would be a little upset.

"But..." Meng Qishu looked back at Ning Mianzhong, and asked uncertainly, "Who did he say he was just now? Omeland?"

Isn't Omeland dead?Isn't there only one Omeland in this town?

Where did he pop out of Omeland?

"That's what he said." Ning Mian finally confirmed that Meng Qishu heard correctly, and repeated the other important news that the man said just now, "And he also said that those three numbers are not the room number."

"..." Meng Qishu's face was stiff, and he cursed after a while, "Damn!"

This is definitely not a dungeon NPC!

Regarding Meng Qishu's hidden guess in his heart, Ning Mian finally had the same intention, he put away the function card in his hand, and said: "I think the man just now is indeed Omi Lande, and he has another identity ——Instance BOSS."

This also explains why the rumored town of Omeland died, but he is still alive and well.

And why the people in the small town didn't seem to realize that this beggar-like guy among the crowd was the artist Omeland they had passed on by word of mouth.

As a dungeon boss, he is always a bit special.

"I remember that when we first entered the dungeon, we guessed that the boss of this dungeon was the artist in the information." Meng Qishu said with a numb face, "I didn't expect it to be true."

I have never felt that guessing one thing correctly can make people so speechless.

Is there really a dungeon boss for the player to find, not for the player to be chased by the dungeon boss?

But at any rate, after being disturbed by the dungeon boss, the progress of this mission has a certain direction for development.

"If it's the house number, the difficulty seems to be reduced a lot." Ning Mian finally analyzed the current situation, "Six numbers, just go to the houses represented by these six house numbers to check, maybe you can find a copy Where the message wants us to go."

In any case, six locations are better than dozens of hotel rooms.

"However, compared to finding the location given in the dungeon information, isn't it more straightforward to find Omilander and catch him?" Meng Qishu frowned, "After all, he is still alive and kicking in the dungeon."

A living Omeland is far more maneuverable than a burned Omeland.

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