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Jiang Muqiu opened Tagero's notebook. There were no words on it, but there were many pencil drawings. There were figures, landscapes, animals and decorations.The cover of the notebook looks like it has been around for a long time, but the inside is well preserved, and it can be seen that its owner loves it very much.

Jiang Muqiu didn't get any useful clues about the current situation from the notebook, but he still put it in the backpack, after all, he might use it when he didn't know.

Just when Jiang Muqiu was looking around, ready to carefully check other corners of the house, a cold wind blew up outside the house, and it was hard to tell whether it was whimpering or roaring in people's ears.The wind whizzed in with the darkness, and directly blew the door open with a "snap". At the same time, the oil lamp, which was already dying, couldn't help but swallowed its breath.The candle in Jiang Muqiu's hand and the oil lamp died in love, leaving Jiang Muqiu alone in the darkness.

Jiang Muqiu stood there for two seconds, his eyes slightly adapted to the current darkness, coupled with the light cast by the blood moon, he could barely see the situation in the house.There was no way, Jiang Muqiu could only check the whole room in the dark.

But to be honest, the things in this room are basically visible at a glance. The only things that need to be checked are the bottom of the bed and the cabinet. There is no shelter in other places. Unless there is a lock that requires a combination Look at it all, not to mention it's so dark that you can't see clearly.

"I have a hunch that there will be high energy ahead." "Usually at times like this, some scary plots will be arranged." "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Jiang Muqiu glanced at the barrage, chuckled, then closed his eyes secretly, narrowing the emotions in his eyes, which seemed to be a quiet and dignified gentleman.

"Ahhhhhhhhh healed!" "Whoever wants to rob me, draw the knife!" "awsl."

When the bullet screen was swiping, Jiang Muqiu had already walked to the bed, squatted down, and lifted the worn sheet covering the bed, his movements were smooth and smooth, without any hesitation.

A pale face suddenly appeared in Jiang Muqiu's field of vision, his eyes were wide open, bloodshot all over it, it seemed that he could see the remaining anger through those eyes, in the darkness, only those eyes were amazingly bright, It looks really scary.Jiang Muqiu frowned and looked at the head lying on the ground, sighed silently, to be reasonable, he really didn't want to

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah I shouldn't use No. Think about your virtue when you die!"

Jiang Muqiu took the head out with a look of disgust, put it on the table, and then stared at his hand for a second, adhering to the idea that what is out of sight is pure, he withdrew his hand and stopped looking. The corner of his mouth revealed his bad mood at the moment.

"Cough, it looks like he hasn't been dead for long." "Looking at it this way, it seems to be okay, ignoring the lack of body..." "No! I'm afraid!"

Jiang Muqiu glanced at it, and said in a slightly cold voice, "It's quite fresh."

In exchange for a barrage of question marks, Jiang Muqiu felt a little more at ease, and then said: "There is a big difference between being beheaded after death and being beheaded while alive. For example, this, It was cut after death. The amount of bleeding was not large, and there was no obvious scab. Obviously, the blood stopped flowing when it was cut off, will it be?"

"Don't dare." "The point is freshness!" "I don't want to know how to distinguish between injuries during life and injuries after death."

Jiang Muqiu raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more.If nothing else, this should be Taglow himself.But in order to confirm, Jiang Muqiu took out Tagelo's notebook, opened it, found out the self-portrait of Tagelo, compared it, and confirmed the identity of this head, it was indeed Tagelo.

Then, Jiang Muqiu walked to the wooden cabinet and tried to pull it, but unexpectedly, it was easy to pull it open.Inside the cabinet are twisted and bent limbs, stacked and criss-crossed, revealing a eerie and weird feeling, as if there are a few black giant pythons entrenched, waiting for an opportunity, ready to rush out and devour people.

Jiang Muqiu raised his hand and pinched the center of his brows, tsk, it seems that the torso should have been contained in that wooden box before, but if it is not in the wooden box, where is the torso now?Leaving this question aside for now, Jiang Muqiu decided not to worry about it, and sorted out some clues that appeared in the wooden house.

It seemed that this wooden house had been abandoned, and no one cared about it at all. Although the broken corpses were hidden, it didn't look like they were afraid of being discovered by others, and they just collected them casually.Jiang Muqiu is currently not sure what the purpose of doing this is, but it can be reasonably speculated that if everyone in this place knows about this murder, then the corpse really does not need to be hidden, but for some reason

Of course, this is just Jiang Muqiu's guess, after all the function of the torso is still unclear.Scanning the entire log cabin again, Jiang Muqiu was sure that there were no other clues that might be missed, so he found a stool and sat down, basically meaning to relax and wait for work.

The sound of sharpening the knife was no longer heard from the wooden house. There are two possibilities. One is that Tagolo’s wooden house is far away from the warehouse, and the other is that the knife has been sharpened.No matter which possibility it is, for Jiang Muqiu, it is best not to walk around at this time.

Jiang Muqiu rested for a while, and the enthusiasm for the barrage increased again.

To be honest, although there are not many internal beta players in this game, it is not good. After all, Jiang Muqiu's number is already 1124, that is to say, there are 1123 players ahead of him.But among them, there is absolutely no second one like Jiang Muqiu, but if you are asked to describe the specifics of Jiang Muqiu, it is difficult for you to sum it up all at once, but in a word, appearance is the truth , Appearance is justice.

Considering Jiang Muqiu's appearance and performance, among these internal beta players, Jiang Muqiu is still relatively popular, the one who is in the first echelon of popularity.

"Little brother, since there is nothing to do now, how about we chat, how do we call it?" "What is the name of the little brother, do you have a family?" "Little brother, look at me, I don't think you can wait Alright, the stipulated time for the novice tutorial is approaching."

"Oh, I just remembered what I said earlier. There is a time limit for breaking through the level. The time limit for the novice tutorial is usually one and a half hours, and it is estimated to be almost here now." "Yes, yes, although the difficulty of the novice tutorial, little brother It's a bit weird, but there is indeed a time limit." "If the time is approaching, the system will remind you."

Jiang Muqiu was stunned for a second because of the bullet screen prompt, then thought about something, and then replied "Thank you", but directly ignored the previous questions.

Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Muqiu finished thanking him, the system prompt appeared on the light screen.

[There is still ten minutes to pass the level... Program error, system verification, level status has been updated, you have successfully unlocked the hidden mission: Destroy the Tomb of Zishi.You will get extra rewards if you pass the level successfully, I wish you a happy game! 】

Jiang Muqiu stared at the line of words on the light screen, for a moment, he didn't know whether to complain about the bugs in this game, or to lament that the game system is so smart, it will automatically

"Is there still this kind of operation?" "I want to know how the script is bugged, who can explain it to me?" "In short, you will know after watching the live broadcast review. How should I say it?" "Okay, what's the name of the little brother?"

The topic evolved to the end, and it completely turned into a question session about Jiang Muqiu's personal situation. It seemed that they didn't particularly care about the script itself, but were more interested in Jiang Muqiu.

[Ding Dong, you have received a gift from player number 0999, please pay attention to check it, I wish you a happy game. 】

"Hey? Does my little brother know someone here?" "How is it possible, my little brother is only on the novice level, and there is no chance to meet other players at all, okay? Even if you know someone, it is impossible to know." " But that person can know, if he passes the novice level."

Jiang Muqiu glanced at the barrage, and silently wrote down the number, 0999, which is really not easy to remember.Maybe it's someone I know?Jiang Muqiu thought about it just in case.

"Wait a minute, is 0999 that..." "That..." "!!!" "I, I, I... the dimension wall is broken!"

Jiang Muqiu was confused by the reaction of the barrage. Could this 0999 be a well-known person here? "0999?"

"Don't ask, we can't tell you the player's name." "Yes, yes, that's right." "Brother, if you want to find him, you can find him by number."

Jiang Muqiu felt a little puzzled, why the bullet screen couldn't say the player's name?

Before Jiang Muqiu could think about it, the blood moon fell, and a round of morning sun slowly rose from the sky. The sun spread on the ground, but there was no warmth, only bone-chilling coldness.

"A man died, a lazy and slovenly man. His fingers were scattered and he couldn't put it in the grave. His head rolled far under the bed, and his limbs were thrown into the cupboard."

The strange ballad floated in, it was an ethereal female voice, it should have been a very pleasant voice, but with the lyrics and intermittent incoherence, it gave people an indescribable chill.

"A man died, a lazy and slovenly man. His fingers were scattered and he could not be put in the grave. His head rolled far under the bed, and his limbs were thrown into the cupboard. Where is he now? He never Came out of the well."