Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

Sisi died.

This is not a good news of death, but fortunately System T said that the dead will not be truly obliterated.

Therefore, although the Sista dog is cold, the three evils of all directions can still analyze the scene well.

Si Si was lying on the bed, his clothes were a little messed up, but there were no signs of struggle.His mouth was slightly opened, as if he had said something just before he died.

It was very different from the psychic who died on the ground last night with a hideous face.

The corner of Healing's mouth twitched: "Why... this time the death is ridiculous, the fingertips were bitten off, but there is no poison, and there is no other method of death, it seems that the soul was taken away directly."

Qi Mou knelt down and patted Si Si's face, his face was too hard and his hands hurt.

Turning him over again, the clothes on the back were pressed into some messy folds, and there was nothing else.

Today's ghosts have restrained a lot, as if they directly snatched away Si Si's soul, and did nothing else.

But the door was intact, and the windows were intact.

Juju touched his waist: "By the way, I was lying on the ground as soon as I woke up. Maybe my good brother kicked me down to protect me?"

Both the caretaker and the copy silently looked at the play, especially looking at his waist with a very suspicious look.

The nurse asked, "Are you two a couple?"

Drama Seconds replied: "Of course not, I'm a 0.5 from Zhengmiaohong, I'm only looking for 0.5."

Yan Buzhi sneered: "Oh, it's getting more and more zero."

"People died for two days in a row, and none of the NPCs looked like a ghost. You must be suspicious of yourself." The nurse pulled the fool behind and stared at the drama, "I'll just say it, there is no trace in your room today, The body is still on the bed, and you are the most suspect."

Drama is still investigating everywhere, and casually echoed while applauding: "I'm a ghost, I'll kill him, that's a really good idea."

The copy asked: "Then how do you prove that you didn't wake up last night?"

"I can't prove it, but how do you prove that I woke up last night?" Drama summoned Xiao Jiu, took out the code card, and threw it over.

The card with blue stripes on a black background outlines a grand stage with the words - Drama.

Drama pointed to Si Si again: "This is thinking."

The other four people were at a loss for a while, and then they were all shocked, what, all directions and four evils?

Duplicate jumped behind Healing, shaking his fingers and pointing at the two silent plague gods over there: "Fraud and lies?"

Healing's eyes widened: "No wonder you dared to play the Ninefold Gamble, but... you still lost."

"Whatever you think, I'm going out to explore." Qi Mou didn't want to talk nonsense with them.

"Then why do the four of you form a group of nine people and one ghost?" Duplicate was a little unconvinced.

"I didn't know it was like this before I came here, and...they lined up in groups, they lined up in groups, the nine of them were already in groups of four, how about it?" Drama stuck out his tongue, with a tone of bickering with the little sisters.He also pretended to be a boss and leaned against Si Si's corpse, even stretched out his hand, "You can tie me up if you want to, but first consider whether you have the ability."

The atmosphere became 3V4 for a while, and the four white cards really had nothing to do with the three of them.

The cure hissed: "Anyway, today..."

"I have to tie one into the water today. It's ok. Let's explore first and catch it before nightfall." Drama got up and followed Qi Mou, blinking his eyes.

Today, it was raining moderately outside, and there was fog in the village, and people in the team were not in harmony.

The rain disturbed the peach tree at the door, and when they came out, the peach branch scratched Qi Mou's face, making it itchy.

The pair of couplets has withstood the wind and rain, clinging to the wall in embarrassment.

Qi Mou went straight to look for the woman, but was in vain, the stone table was still empty.

An NPC that only appears once, is really weird.

But there were several other NPCs under the eaves. Qi Mou went over and asked straight to the point: "Do you know the pregnant woman who was sitting there playing cards yesterday?" He pointed at the stone table.

"She...she..." a girl said confusedly.

"who is she?"

"I do not know……"

"Where did she go?"

"Let's go, go..."

Qi Mou waved to Healing, Healing thought for a while, then came up and gently touched the girl's forehead.

Qi Mou quickly asked again: "Who is the woman who often sits there playing poker, and where has she gone?"

"Run away, eh?" The girl regained her senses for a moment, grabbed Qi Mou's arm and said, "It's a baby, it's a baby, Cunxi... go, she's betting..."

Before she finished speaking, the girl squatted back on the ground and drew circles to avoid the rain.

Yan Bushi raised his eyebrows, very dissatisfied: "Next time, find someone who can finish the sentence."

"It's strange when you finish talking." Qi Mou spread his hands.

There are indeed a few scattered residential houses in the west of the village. They have observed them before, but they have not entered, let alone which house is whose house.

Without further ado, we must go quickly.Otherwise, can those foolish people really deliver babies to pregnant women?

Qi Mou hurriedly asked, "Cure, will you?"

"I'm the one who heals the sick and wounded! Not the one who delivers the babies!" Healed roared.

They hurried on their way frantically, looking around in some houses.

I searched from house to house, but never saw the pregnant woman again.

But after Qi Mou went into an empty room, he saw some birthing utensils and several pots of cold water inside.

It seemed that someone had been lying on that bed, and the sheets were a little wrinkled.

Drama looked up: "Not here."

The train of thought is broken again.

They had to back out.

Qi Mou didn't feel that he got nothing: "It's not that I'm not here, it's that I came late, I should find a way to follow yesterday."

Yan Bushi turned his head: "Don't go looking for that ugly man."

Neither of them had lighted a candle last night, nor had they been attacked by a ghost.

"Go." Qi Mou pressed Yan Bushi's mouth, "That woman and the shopkeeper are the only two people here who have information and have obvious consciousness."

"Brother, why don't you take a walk in the courtyard today? It's so hot." Drama came over and gave Qi Mou a shoulder.

"Time is running out, and those who can't use their brains are gone, so I'll be on top for now." Qi Mou narrowed his eyes and smiled.

In the past two days, Qi Mou didn't feel hungry at all, but walking on the muddy dirt road, he became a little embarrassed.

There were small cuts from blades of grass on his hands, and the bottom of his trousers was stained with mud and water, but he didn't care about them.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~" came the familiar voice of the mute from across the bridge.

In the faint rain and fog, the ugly man stopped on the bridge again. This time he consciously put down his pole and raised his hand to look at them.

On the wooden board hanging on the ugly man's chest read: two people.

Qi Mou looked up at the goods for sale today: seven candles, two newspapers, a pen, and a box of ink.

The ugly man smiled at Qi Mou at first, but looked left and right, his eyes wandered, showing a very puzzled look, and scratched his head.

Qi Mou tilted his head: "What do you care about?"

The ugly man smiled, raised his hand very high, and gestured to the position a little above Qi Mou's hair, then squeezed his own arm, trying to create a sense of muscle in a funny way.

"You care about that person?" Qi Mou knew that the other party was talking about Si Si, and took a step closer, "Do you know him?"

The psychic died yesterday, but the ugly guy didn't respond.

The ugly guy opened his mouth, sighed, and gave Qi Mou all the things in the pole. It was a bit difficult to chat with the mute.Qi Mou received a pack of new props and a hug.

The ugly man picked up the pole again, took a deep look at Qi Mou, and left humming.

The drama took the newspaper, shook it open and looked through it: "On March [-]th, preparations for the construction of Space-Time City have begun, under the joint jurisdiction of T and S, please organize all departments to cooperate well, and follow the orders of T and S in everything - Writer Contributor System R."

The raindrops wet the newspaper, and everyone shivered.

Yan Bushi said coldly: "Look at the year...fool."

"I didn't write the year, but don't worry about it." Drama sighed heavily and frowned, "The City of Time and Space was built 25 years ago."

This is a newspaper from decades ago.

Qi Mou took the second card and read it: "On March 23, the world of Dongqu Xiangyuan was completely destroyed. It's a pity that the sexy dealer did not become the [rule] and replaced me as the new R. Here Solemn condolences for him. Please look forward to the next trial in the future - writer, system R."

"System R—record?" Yan Bushi gritted his teeth, "The plain tone makes people angry."

What does this record, the history of Bafang City 25 years ago?

Dongquxiang may be one of the many worlds squeezed by Bafang City. When it collapsed, a dealer who was expected to become code-named [Rules] died.

So, what time point will this village they live in be in?

Drama snapped open the cap of the pen, filled it with ink, and wrote beautifully written words on the newspaper.

He stamped it with his hands, stained his hands with black, and lifted them up for everyone to see.

The copy said in amazement: "The technology of Bafang City is very advanced. The use of ink has been unified more than ten years ago, and the written words will dry up immediately, and they will never be stained with ink again."

Extinct scorpion bees, past newspapers, abolished ink, and backward villages.

Time finally told them everything, the time here is-25 years ago.

"System T, it's time." Qi Mou couldn't help laughing, connecting all the clues.

System T is of course good at playing this kind of time conversion trick.

The rain is getting lighter and lighter, and the sky is getting darker.

Qi Mou's mind was no longer on the ghost, but the others still shouted that at least one person should be tied down.

"Okay, okay." Qi Mou was annoyed, and stood still, "Draw lots, I'm willing to admit defeat, otherwise you won't be able to send us away."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Qi Mou tore up a piece of newspaper, dipped ink on a piece of paper with a pen, and rolled it into seven paper balls, and mixed them together.

He handed a ball to Juju and Yan Bushi, kept one for himself, and left four for those four.

The nurse was not happy: "You are a fraud, and the method is so good, I can't let you do it."

"Then put it down, and start again." Qi Mou asked his two teammates to stuff the paper ball back, raised his eyebrows and looked at the opposite side, "Who do you choose?"

The three people on the opposite side vigilantly took the one from Qi Mou's side, and the fool was still watching the fun with his neck pillow in his arms.

Four remain.Qi Mou narrowed his eyes slightly, and picked out one first.

Drama and Yan Bushi also took it, and the last thing left is the fool's.

Everyone disassembled silently.

Duplicate's face changed: "Am I so unlucky... I'm really not a ghost, hey, forget it!"

The nurse frowned and pointed at Qi Mou: "You three spread out too."

All the paper balls were opened and discarded, except for the copied ones, which were not stained with ink.

Qi Mou spread his hands: "Is it okay?"

Everyone voluntarily drew, and they all acknowledged the result.What's more, there will be no real dead people in this dungeon, so there is no psychological pressure.

He tied up the duplication three times inside and three times outside the cure, and hung a big stone, saying: "It's not uncomfortable to die quickly, it's okay."

The duplicating face was ashen-colored: "Are you trying to dip me into a pig cage?"

Qi Mou went over suddenly, rummaged through the duplicate pocket, took out the spare blue candle, and said, "Thank you."

Healing smiled: "Make wedding clothes for others, you, go."

Qi Mou helped to lift the copy's foot, and threw the person into the river together with Healing.

When bending over, something seemed to fall out of the pocket of his clothes, Qi Mou caught it out of the corner of his eye, and picked it up casually.

What is a mirror?Obviously did not bring this.

He said nothing, and put the mirror back firmly.

The water rises and falls, and slowly sinks to the bottom of the river.Could he really be a ghost?

On the way back, Yan Bushi quietly went around to Qi Mou's side and touched his sleeve.

Qi Mou smiled and raised his hand as a sign of surrender: "Have you been discovered?"

Yan Bushi touched a piece of ink-stained paper and shook it: "For others, luck is fate, but for you it is a means."

That's right, there were seven people, but Qi Mou made eight notes.When no one else noticed, he pasted the inked paper with another.This produces two inked paper strips.

After memorizing the shape, divide the two inked papers to the sides.

If the other side does not suspect, someone must have been tricked by the other side.

If the four people on the opposite side are suspicious, they will definitely come to change their hands, and they will also be recruited.

And Qi Mou always had a blank piece of paper in his sleeve, ready to replace it after he got the ink paper.

The hand speed is very fast, like a seasoned croupier who can make thousands of money.

Drama secretly gave an upside-down thumbs up: "You're going to hurt people."

Qi Mou lowered his head slightly, his eyes were a little bit dark: "Whoever proposes will die."

When the six returned, it was still raining and the peach tree in front of the door was still shaking.

No one else has anything to say, and everything depends on tonight.

Qi Mou thought for a while, and reminded: "Tonight, you block the door and the windows."

If the ghost is not dead, you can determine the ghost's course of action.

The Cure, The Nurse, and The Fool are gone, and drama creeps in.

"Qi Mou, can I sleep with you tonight?" Juju clasped his hands together and asked Yan Bushi next to him, "I'm sorry, but I can sleep with you, even on the floor, I have a hunch that I will sleep with you tonight die."

Yan Bushi lowered his eyebrows, stared at the drama with a smile, and licked his teeth.

Juju ran back to the room where Sisi's body was still in despair.

This is their companion, and it cannot be thrown outside.Good thing the corpse doesn't stink and spoil

Tonight, Yan Bushi still did not light the candle.

Qi Mou was unexpectedly considerate, he put the quilt over Yan Bushi's head, and gently patted him to sleep: "Xiaoshi, sleep quickly, sleep quickly."

"You're going to be bad..." Yan Buzhi murmured in a low voice, probably about to fall asleep.

Qi Mou lit the candle beside him and took out the mirror from his pocket.

The candlelight was reflected in the mirror, and his face was still evil and handsome.

He rubbed the mirror, turned to the back, stared at it for a while, and there was a line of small blood on it:

[Xiao Qi, don't be so vague about winning. 】

The handwriting was very similar to Si Si's handwriting that he had seen before.

Tonight, Qi Mou held the mirror in his hand, waiting for the night to fall.

The author has something to say: Second update.

There will be a drop update at midnight tonight.