I'm jumping repeatedly in an escape game [infinite]

noon flower

This familiar term is widely circulated in the village.Just dragging anyone from the road can memorize that song backwards.And noon flower is the first noun in the ballad.

"Of course you are all sacrifices. If you don't cooperate with me, you will never escape this village." Han Ying eagerly sought cooperation, and deliberately threw out information to show that she could be useful.

"Sacrifice, we are sacrifices." The frightened female player panicked, "Aren't we just performing? The village chief lied to us!"

"One problem to be solved now is why did she die?" Lin Si caught three shrimps, lit the fire, shook the incense ash, and inserted it into the incense burner.

"What did she do, and more specifically, how did she do it differently than we did?"

"I went to the bathroom with me last night, and said that I just stepped on something. At that time, I comforted her and said nothing, but I seemed to see a touch of yellow in the corner of my eye, like a noon flower." Jiang Zhen Trying hard to recall the difference, I dare not look at Meng Rong lying on the ground at all.

"Han Ying, you are hurting people!"

"roll!"

"We won't work with you."

Lin Si stood up on the ground, "Not necessarily. I brought in the bouquet of flowers in the morning first. From the perspective of flowers, the danger is no less than her." In one sentence, he questioned the doubts they had speculated before. .

All of a sudden, chattering and discussions filled the air again.

Lin Si ignored those chattering discussions, hijacked the dusty cloth from the ground, and gently put it on the unrepentant face.

"What are you looking at?" 04, who hadn't said anything for a long time, yawned, as if he had just woken up.

He moved his stiff wooden body, and stared straight ahead with Lin Si.

"Oh, so you were watching it."

"This is a statue of a faceless god."

The statue of the god covered by cloth was seen again, and it was carved extremely finely.The hands are bergamot, and the fingers are smooth. Every accessory of the clothes has been carefully carved. Holding the hair bun of an ancient lady, the smooth body is a rare work of art.

But there was nothing on that face!

"If the most important thing is not engraved, then we don't know who lives in this statue." Lin Si talked with 04, and carefully looked at the items on the altar table.

The most important step for statues, especially those most resembling human beings, is to open the face. Opening the face not only reflects the skills of the sculptors, but also reflects the human nature.Unopened gods are human-like, but without majesty and righteousness. They are the favorite possessions of those evil spirits.

Lin Si stood under the statue, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.He looked at the action suddenly, and finally found out where the sense of disobedience was.

is wood

The head is not the same wood as the body.

The wood of the face looked like a puppet.

"And is there water on your face?" Lin Si touched his shoulder.

04 Inadvertently remembered that a drop of water had rolled down his face in a trance.

There still seemed to be wet spots on his face, and there seemed to be a spot of water on that fairy's face.

"Yes! There is indeed a drop of water!"

"What are you doing! One by one, what are you doing here?" A violent cry suddenly sounded from the door.

The village head bowed his back, and a fierce and shrewd light flashed in his eyes, "Everyone is gathered here, why should we go!"

"Village... Village... Village Chief, Meng Rong is dead." Jiang Zhen explained in a stuttering manner, hoping that the village chief would understand.

As for the village head, Meng Rong, who was exploded into a flower, turned a blind eye to the statue, and saw the statue at a glance, with no cover on his face.

"Which one of you took it away? This is blasphemy to the gods. When the gods get angry, they will punish the village!" The village chief, who had been calm from the beginning to the end, was trembling at the moment.

"What should I do? What should I do? You are finished!" The village chief was pacing back and forth in the cafeteria, sweating profusely, and a bright yellow flashed into his eyes.

"Noon flower! Noon flower! Dedicate the noon flower to the god, and the god will be relieved." The village head just pulled the flower out of Meng Rong's body, with flesh, pus, blood, and various muscle tissues.The whole picture is strange, beautiful and shocking.

"Please God calm down, please God calm down." He knelt on the ground, his head banging loudly, dripping with blood.

"Han Ying is holding these flowers and going to the cemetery with me." The village chief pulled Han Ying, warned the players and left in a hurry.

Only a group of players were left, staring wide-eyed.

"La Zhuan is coming back soon, let's go." Lin Si turned around and said to Ding Guang.Ding Guang was silent for a moment, and the two walked out of the ancestral hall.

The door of the Han family was opened a crack, Lin Si pushed the door open, and a violent heat wave rushed towards the door.

Only after a few ten minutes, the scene in our compound was completely different.The locust tree and willow tree seemed to be dead, a thick layer of dead leaves fell on the ground, and the sticky branches were brittle. The fish pond had long since dried up, the koi inside had long since died, and the water lilies were limp.

Lin Si covered his face with his hands, "Has this yard been scorched by fire? It's hot and stuffy."

"Why are you so slow! You have been waiting for wood for a long time." Patriarch Han came out from a crack, and when he came up, he accused him.

Lin Si took a step back, and the Patriarch Han in front of him seemed to be a different person. There were blisters around his mouth, his head was covered with sweat, his cheeks were shriveled, and his body was emitting a stench. It was a dried corpse.

"Where's Han Ying? I asked her to find you."

"She was called away by the village chief."

"Village head? Where did you call?"

"cemetery."

Patriarch Han trembled and shrank when he heard Lin Si's words, as if he had heard something terrible.He immediately changed the subject, rolled his eyes, and softened his attitude.

"Hey, that's okay. You can move the wood, and remember to repair the house."

Patriarch Han coughed twice, his pale face flushed.

Lin Si and Ding Guang moved to the door of the warehouse, and those people had already returned.The few people didn't communicate with each other, and they all repaired the house with understanding.

A lot of things needed for carpentry were placed at the door, Lin Si was no stranger to these things, so he directly picked up a saw.In a short period of time, the fresh and tender wood has dried up, and the color inside is actually exactly the same as that of puppets and faceless gods.

"This is? Your body?" Lin Si touched the puppet.

04 snorted and said, "Although your body is not good, can you restrain your disgusted expression?"

"You can live in this body, which means that the wood is evil. Why is the face of the idol carved out of this kind of tree planted in front of the cemetery?"

"What they worship is not the river god, but the evil god."

04 Hearing Lin Si's analysis, he nodded in agreement, "So everything can be explained, why you are sacrifices, because evil gods need human flesh and blood to worship."

"Noon Flower was cultivated with Meng Rong's flesh and blood. You are all petri dishes, and what you raise is just an evil god."

click————

Rolling thunder, lightning and thunder, glaring white light cut through layers of gloomy dark clouds, the rumbling thunder awakened something, and enchanting yellow flowers emerged from the soil, which was exactly what took Meng Rong's life away. noon flower.

Lin Si stood under the eaves and looked up at the sky, his raised neck made a touching arc, he sighed, rubbed his sore wrist from cutting wood, "Oh, it's going to rain again."