Krypton Life Game [Unlimited]

There is a finely polished square copper plate embedded in the door, inside which are stacked a dozen large and small chess piece-like copper pieces, with only an area the size of a lighter left empty in the lower left corner.It has to be said that the proportions of the big man's painting are very accurate.

Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and pushed, but the door remained motionless.He fiddled with the copper block on the copper plate twice with his hands, and the copper block moved smoothly with his fingers, which looked extremely delicate.

"What year does this have to be?" Zhang Chi sighed, and pressed the button to switch to the vacant seat on the far right.

The wooden door slowly retreated to both sides with a creaking sound.

Chill:? ? ?

What, how did you open it, and it takes a lot of time to agree?

Big man: ……………

Song Ci who was about to study the lock plate: ……………

This brat, what luck!

The room was terribly cold, as cold as a freezer, the three of them walked in lightly and closed the door.

Under the closed doors and windows, the light was extremely dark, and only the outlines of the objects could be roughly seen.

On the left are simple hanging pictures, tables, chairs and cabinets, and on the right are old-style carved canopy beds.The red coffin was quietly placed in the middle of the room.

The materials used for the furniture are very ordinary, and there is no need for delicate decorations like mother-of-pearl.They searched quickly, but found nothing.

The big man and Zhang Chi fixed their eyes on the coffin.

"Open the boss!" Zhang Chi whispered, excitedly rolled up his sleeves and walked over.

Song Ci was a little hesitant, worried about the double visual impact of the imaginary picture and the real picture, but unfortunately, before he finished his ideological struggle, the two of them had already removed the coffin lid neatly.

Seeing the person in the coffin, the big man frowned tightly, but Zhang Chi stretched his single eyelid again, his pupils seemed to be hit by an eight-magnitude earthquake, "If this is the final boss, I won't be able to defeat him."

Hearing Zhang Chi's exclamation, Song Ci, who was still in an ideological struggle, subconsciously moved over.

Lying in the coffin was not the bride that Zhang Chi was thinking about, but a man.

Black hair, perfect eyes, sharp eyebrows, straight nose, except for pale lips, he is impeccably handsome.

He was wearing a luxurious cross-neck robe with a slightly open neckline. On his tight chest, there was a pattern of entangled branches and vines drawn with cinnabar. It was complicated and delicate, and it looked like some kind of mysterious talisman.

The bright red color against his pale to almost transparent complexion, looked inexplicably strange.

"This should be regarded as a peerless handsome guy, right?" Zhang Chi rested his elbow on Song Ci's shoulder, and sighed loudly, "I never thought that I would understand what it means to be astonished from a man."

"Ordinary." Song Ci tilted his head slightly, looked at the man for two seconds, and then sneaked a glance at the big man on the other side of the coffin who seemed to be in a trance.The same coarse cloth shirts were all pleated like beggars' clothes, but the big man fastened the buttons neatly, and even the rolled-up cuffs on both sides were neatly pressed. .

"Senior, are you right? His passer-by face is the cannon fodder that will die in the third chapter of the novel." Noticing Song Ci's eyes, Zhang Chi whispered in his ear in disbelief.Where's the handsomeness of the big man's gentle squinted eyes?

"Your vulgar eyes can't appreciate his handsomeness at all." Song Ci gave Zhang Chi a blank look, and pulled the arm off his shoulder in disgust.

Zhang Chi: ……………

Why don't you say that your aesthetics are too small?

"He has something in his hand." The big man who recovered his senses pointed to the person in the coffin.

The man's hands clasped on his abdomen are holding a brocade fold, which looks quite delicate.

"Clue?" Zhang Chi pulled out the thing.

Song Ci: ……………

Are you really not afraid at all?

After Zhang Chi unfolded the item, he couldn't help frowning, "I'm happy that the two surnames are married today, and they are together...to make a contract..."

He was like stepping down the steps on a skateboard. Song Ci stumbled and couldn't listen to the reading, and took over the two-fold document. , matching synonymous.Seeing that the peach blossoms are scorching on this day, it is suitable for IKEA.I would like to write a letter to Hong Jian with the agreement of white heads, so that the alliance of red leaves can be recorded in the mandarin tree.This certificate! 】

At the end there are two columns, which are the names and birthdays of the two betrothed, but they have been blotted out with ink, and it can only be seen that the two people were born in 1901 and 1912.

Song Ci wanted to search for other clues on the corpse, but he didn't know if this guy would set it up like in some movies, using his own "yang energy" to lift up the corpse or something, so he hesitated for a while. to hand.

The big man unceremoniously began to search his body.

Song Ci: ……………

The big man searched the male corpse, only to find a jade lock of longevity.Zhang Chi stared at the window for a long time before he recognized the word [Xin Chou] written on it.

Xiaopingtou's warning whistle came from downstairs, the three of them moved slightly, exchanged glances, quickly covered the coffin and retreated out as quickly as possible.As soon as he slipped downstairs, the one-eyed old man who sent the matchmaker out had already reached the door.

The old man shook the rain off the umbrella, seeing the big man and the others stuck downstairs, he said dissatisfiedly, "You guys, hurry up."

"Big guys, work harder and move." Xiaopingtou pretended to reprimand.There was no danger, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The process of arranging the lanterns and festoons is far more labor-intensive than everyone imagined.

After seven busy days and it was time to light the lamps, they only tied up two-thirds of the red silk.In this way, it will take at least one more busy day before it can be completely arranged.

After dinner, it was time to draw lots.

This time it was Fatty who drew the short lottery.

"I don't do it, draw again!" The fat man slapped the short lottery on the table to play a rogue.What happened last night made him full of vigilance. Maybe this so-called vigil was a reminder.

"This is the rule." Xiao Pingtou was still a little hesitant at first, but when he saw the fat man playing a scoundrel, he became tougher.If Fatty starts here, the drawing of lots in the next few days will not go on.

"I don't recognize the fart rules." The fat man rolled his eyes, got up and went back to Datong shop.

Xiaopingtou stood there in embarrassment.In the past few days, he had been pretending to be the leader of the team, but now he was slapped in the face by the fat man, and he was a little embarrassed to step down.

"Why don't we all watch the night together in the hall?" The white-collar girl looked at everyone awkwardly and tried her best to smooth things over.

"Okay, let's see if it's really haunted!" Zhang Chi was the first to express his support.

The big man didn't speak, but sat down directly, expressing his approval with actions.

Song Ci was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes, and lay down on the table with the feeling that she was not sleeping where she was sleeping.

Xiaopingtou rolled his eyes and sat down.

Only the timid man with glasses didn't dare to stay, and ran back to Datong shop.

Everyone sat around the hall, exchanging new discoveries during the day while looking around vigilantly, waiting for the arrival of the unknown ghost.The white-collar girl and the others took the opportunity to help the cook to check the salt jars, oil jars, and tea jars, and Xiaopingtou searched the old man's house, but they didn't find any new clues.

Zhang Chi also talked about the three of them searching in the Tianzi Room.

"You dare to open the coffin, you are too courageous, aren't you afraid?" The white-collar girl was shocked.

Zhang Chi scratched his hair carelessly, "What are you afraid of, the corpse doesn't look too pleasing to the eye. Do you want to go and have a look?"

"No, no, you just have to read it." The white-collar girl shook her head quickly.No matter how beautiful the corpse is, it is also a dead person, okay?

when!when!when!

Accompanied by the sound of twelve o'clock on the western clock, the man with glasses ran out of Datong shop in a panic.

"Dead, dead!" He was incoherent in fright.

"Calm down, what's dead?"

"Fatty, Fatty is dead."

Isn't the fat man in Datong shop?Everyone looked at each other and rushed to the room.

Seeing the situation inside the house, Song Ci felt that the blood in his whole body froze in an instant, from head to toe.

He didn't even know if that puddle could be called a corpse.

A 'blood corpse' with no flesh and blood but only blood vessels.

Numerous root-like capillaries are exposed, like trees with luxuriant branches and leaves, densely packed, twisted and twisted, clearly gathering the shape of the fat man's head, chest cavity and limbs, against the black floor tiles, it is shockingly red.

There were still a few scattered pieces of meat between the blood vessels, which melted quickly like ice cubes. In the blink of an eye, Song Ci's blink of an eye, those meat residues turned into a few air bubbles, which silently merged into the dark pool under the blood corpse. in the traces.

A living person melted so vividly.

Song Ci felt numb all over, and rubbed her arm empathetically, as if the blood vessels there would crawl out the next moment.

The white-collar girl didn't call this time, she fainted from fright.

The rest of the people also froze in place, only the big man was able to remain calm and carefully looked at the blood corpse.

"Who, who did it? Come out and have a serious fight with me if you can!" Zhang Chi stared around.

"I went out and went to the bathroom, and he died when I came back. The wronged soul is killing him, it must be the wronged soul!" The man with glasses stared at the gold watch that was still pressed on the blood corpse's wrist, trembling.

"There must be a reason for a wronged soul to kill, right? There is a wronged person and a debtor, and it is not our fault that he turned into a ghost!" Zhang Chi kicked the wall next to him angrily. The two companions died so badly, but they even killed the murderer. I didn't even see the shadow of him, this feeling is too useless!

"The rules of the secret room cannot be resisted." Xiaopingtou was afraid that Zhang Chi would mess up, so he quickly reminded him.

Song Ci patted Zhang Chi's shoulder reassuringly, Zhang Chi pulled down the towel to cover his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed down.

"Check the corpse quickly, maybe there will be clues." Seeing that Zhang Chi had calmed down, Xiao Pingtou spoke anxiously again, but when his eyes touched the blood corpse, he immediately looked away in embarrassment.

Song Ci silently glanced at Xiaoping.

"Why, why do you die even if you hide in the house?" The man with glasses collapsed and covered his head.

"No. 2 has something in its mouth." The big man said.

Zhang Chi leaned over, and after changing several angles, he saw the familiar golden light in the red ball.The white-collar girl also woke up leisurely at this moment.

"No. 2, I'm sorry." Zhang Chi cupped his hands guiltily at the bloody corpse, picked up the candlestick and picked out the lump.

A ball of light brown brocade.

There is a word 'tea' on it.

"Senior, you're right! It's 'tea'!" Zhang Chi immediately handed the things to Song Ci.

Xiaoping took a long breath, "So, the clue is really rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea!"

Everyone didn't want to face Fatty's terrifying blood corpse again, so they returned to the hall.

"But what exactly does firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea refer to? Is it like a puzzle, with a piece hidden in everything and we need to assemble it?" Zhang Chi asked suspiciously.Isn't this clue too abstract?

Everyone looked at Song Ci expectantly, but Song Ci shook his head, and he hadn't figured it out yet.

"Right now, we have to take one step at a time. Since the clues are these seven things, let's find them separately and study them." Xiao Pingtou signaled everyone to take action.

"Don't you think it's strange?" The big man ignored the little crew's movements and stood motionless. "Why are there clues hidden in every dead person?"

The author has something to say:

Remarks: "I am happy that the two surnames are married today, and they will make a contract together. The good relationship will last forever, and the match will be the same. Look at the peach blossoms on this day, and the IKEA is suitable for the house. It is predicted that the year will be full of melons, and Erchang Erzhi. I would like to make a white-headed covenant, and write to you. Hongjian, so that the alliance of red leaves can be recorded in the mandarin tree. This is the proof!" This text is excerpted from the marriage letter of the Republic of China.