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After going down from the tower, Yu Ran and Yan Shiche went through every corner of the castle layer by layer.The crowd didn't understand what the two men were doing, but they kept following, and it took a long time to find nothing.

Everyone was a little tired at noon. In order to maintain the energy for the night and not sleep too hard, they went back to their rooms to rest.

During the day, the nun was always in the tower, and no lunch was provided in the castle. Yan Shiche went to the kitchen to get a few pieces of bread that looked clean, and brought them back to Yu Ran's room.

At this time, the young man was sitting by the bed, reading the hardcover Bible against the light from the candles on the wall.

Due to the orientation and light transmission of the castle, the room is dim no matter it is day or night. Even if the sunlight outside is strong, the room is still gloomy like evening, and the only way to illuminate it is through the candles on the wall.

The characters on the book were smaller than ants, Yu Ran put one hand on his temple, and the center of his eyebrows never stretched.

"boss."

Yan Shiche yelled two or three times. The young man was fascinated by it. He walked over and poked the bread in his hand into the corner of the other's closed mouth.

The aroma of flour and sugar awakened the silent stomach. The young man subconsciously took a bite and chewed halfway before realizing what happened. He looked up at the man with a playful smile on his face, and unceremoniously took the bread into his hands .

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Yu Ran was even a little annoyed.

Yan Shiche took it for granted, "It's not within the scope of my job to feed the employer."

"Bodyguards don't have that kind of duty."

Yu Ran lowered his head and didn't want to pay attention to him, he gnawed on the bread while reading, and soon turned a page with his fingertips.I have already read half of this Bible. In fact, the volume of the book is not long, but many words in it are very old and not commonly used, and the grammatical structure is also different from modern English. It is a bit difficult to understand.

The cold candlelight shone on the young white side face, and the slender eyelashes just broke the golden halo into several filaments, which danced on the yellowed pages of the book.

Yan Shiche leaned against the wall and stared at his employer for a long time, the sweltering heat slowly flowed through his veins, he didn't know if it was because of eating bread, he felt parched for a while.

The ubiquitous fragrance in the air lingered around Yu Ran, Yan Shiche stared at those slender fingers, and fanned the fragrance every time he turned a page.

The man frowned slightly, he walked up to Yu Ran, blocked the light, and also blocked the other party's reading.

Yu Ran lifted his eyelashes, what's wrong was written in his eyes.

"The skeleton in the dungeon is not the one surnamed Zheng." Yan Shiche stared at Yu Ran's face, "The opening and closing of the hip bones should belong to a woman, and the forearm and leg bones are also a little shorter than his actual height, and the surname Zheng's incisors are relatively large, protruding from his lips, and do not match the size of the teeth on his skull."

"Of course I know this, you don't need to say it." Yu Ran frowned, "You are so noisy."

"Boss." Yan Shiche squatted in front of him, raised his head and raised his hand to pinch Yu Ran's chin, telling the young man to look away from the text and leave it to himself, "Do you think you are a little too arrogant today?" ?”

Just as Yu Ran read a complicated sentence, he was interrupted by this guy, and impatiently patted off his hand that caused the trouble, and continued to re-read that sentence.

The man got up slowly and expressionlessly, and extinguished all the candles on the walls.

The room itself was dark without much light, as soon as he turned off the light, Yu Ran raised his head angrily, his dark green eyes sparkled in the blue shadow, "What are you doing?"

He stared at the calm expression on Yan Shiche's face, and slowly realized something was wrong.

The man opened his lips and sneered, "Why are you so slow recently?"

"what is the problem?"

"Candle." Yan Shiche raised his index finger and rubbed the tip of his nose.

·

After a short lunch break, everyone regrouped in the study on the third floor. There were tables and chairs here, and it was a private environment where the door could be closed, which was just right for discussion.

Now the entire castle is locked, and the rooms they haven't entered are only the nun's bedroom and the tower on the top floor. The other places have basically been searched over and over again. Not only did they not find a clue, but they died last night. people.

The four-star difficulty and [-]% mortality rate are like the sword of Damocles, hanging over everyone's head.

Bao Yifeng paced back and forth in the room, making the floor thump loudly. He clenched his fists tightly and opened his muscular arms in a wide arc. His eyes gloomy and nervous scanned everyone in the study, and then looked around at those densely packed English books.The man's cheeks bulged from the clenching of his teeth, like a distraught frog.

Bao Yifeng's temper seems to have been irritable since he first entered the script, and it was the same with the nun this morning, but he didn't realize how scared he was.

Yu Ran glanced at him without saying anything, and shifted his gaze to the pages of the book spread out on his lap.

"I want to go out." Bao Yifeng's angry words squeezed out of his throat, "No matter what, I won't sit in the castle like you cowards."

His irritable eyes turned around, two ordinary to the extreme waste, a fat man who can only eat, a weird nerd who is regarded as a great god, and a dog with excellent qualities but can only follow orders——

You must know that the death rate given in the script is an average value. With the [-]% high death rate as a reference, there is a great possibility that the entire army will be wiped out.Bao Yifeng will not hand over his fate to these so-called companions.

The door of the study room slammed shut, and Yu Ran quietly turned a page of the book, ignoring this idiot whose mind was filled with anger.

He himself is not a kind person who wants to save all sentient beings. He has no obligation to remind some guys who want to die by themselves.

The fat man rubbed his palms embarrassingly, "Hey, what should I do now?"

In fact, Bao Yifeng was right to worry. The four-star script had an insurmountable gap with the previous star in terms of difficulty and psychological pressure. Survival required not only extremely high personal strength, but also a certain amount of luck.

In particular, this script has a "horror" label, which is a combination of supernatural and suspenseful. If the plot goes crazy and there is an unavoidable random death, even the most powerful master will be doomed.

After Bao Yifeng left, everyone looked at each other in the study, and no one left for the whole afternoon, for fear that they would run into a ghost in the castle.

·

Bao Yifeng did not leave the castle, he walked into the kitchen on the first floor, his tall body was hidden in the shadow of the firewood pile.

The pungent musty smell made him dizzy, but it lasted well into the evening.

The sound of rattling wooden high-heeled shoes and the corner of the robe sounded slowly, and nun Mary entered the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.

Bao Yifeng slowed down his breathing, and Mary approached the firewood pile to get fuel for dinner. Fortunately, the wall of firewood was thick enough to cover him tightly without being found.

Mary hummed a weird nursery rhyme, and her slender arms picked up a large bundle of firewood by the waist, and threw it into the stove.

Bao Yifeng looked through the cracks in the firewood and saw a figure in a black robe squatting on the ground. As soon as the firewood entered the furnace, it made a scorching sound. It made her red, burning like a ghost in hell.

A terrifying and strange feeling swept through the man's whole body in an instant. He pressed against the back molars and tried hard to overcome the fear in his heart.

Mary stood up and took a big bloody goose on the top of the island from the hook.

She took out a shiny boning knife, hummed intermittently, and skillfully divided the poultry meat.

First of all, the head must be slaughtered, and the neck of the dead goose should be stretched like a rubber band, and a knife should be aimed at the gap between the bones. The blood splashed all over her face. Mary didn't care, and just wiped it with the corner of her robe. , a large swath of stinky blood on her face smeared and fell to her lips.

The nun stuck out her tongue and licked the blood away, like honey on bread.

She raised the hilt again and chopped off the filth-filled flippers and goose butts.She changed to a sharper blade, and cut open the goose's stomach from top to bottom, and the light yellow fat overflowed from between the skin and the meat.

The nun's hands were covered with blood and oil. She put down the knife and slowly inserted her hand into the goose's belly. With a sticky gurgling sound, she pulled her wrist out and pulled out all the dirty internal organs. .

Bao Yifeng stared at the slender woman, watching her fumble in a pile of offal, took out the foie gras and heart, and threw the rest into the stove.

puff-

The moisture in the internal organs was instantly licked clean by the flames, and a foul-smelling mist floated up.

The nun happily bent her mouth, stuffed the bloody heart and liver into her mouth, chewed the raw meat with her fine and sharp teeth, and swallowed it down her throat with a grunt.

Bao Yifeng couldn't bear it anymore, he took the ax next to the firewood, and quietly walked behind the humming Mary, holding the sharp axe high, a gleam of blood flashed in the firelight.

The nun's neck was chopped off like a flimsy log.

Together with the singing in the throat and the smile on the corner of the mouth, as the pale head fell to the ground, the blood spread for a long distance along the direction in which the head rolled down.

Bao Yifeng was panting heavily, as if he had exhausted all his strength with that swipe just now.

He leaned against the island splattered with goose blood and human blood as if exhausted, listening to the sweet white noise made by the deep kiss of flames and firewood.

With the head shaking on the ground and the corpse lying in front of his eyes, Bao Yifeng felt an unprecedented sense of relief, like the anger stagnated in his body disappeared with the nun's death.

Before he could completely let go, a frightening cold enveloped his whole body in an instant, his hairs stood erect, and cold sweat suddenly dripped from his forehead.

The intermittent singing sounded again, echoing in the empty and lonely kitchen.

The head that had fallen on the ground slowly - as if being blown by the wind, turned to face Bao Yifeng.

The corners of the stiff mouth pulled open a huge smile, and the skin folds stretched to the ears, revealing dense, whale-like slender teeth.

"Praise be to... our great Father in heaven."

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