Although I am weak, my friends are super strong

【Dear player No. 8643, welcome to the dungeon: room, this dungeon is role-playing, please follow your character design. 】

[You are an office worker and a fan of suspense and reasoning. The serial murder case that has recently sparked heated discussions has caught your attention. You decide to find the murderer through your own investigation. 】

[Coincidentally, the female anchor who lives next door to you has been targeted by the murderer as the next target, so you started to get in touch with this beautiful girl. 】

[You pretended to be a young man who was forced to rent a house because you had no money, approached your neighbor, and successfully won his sympathy to share the house with him. 】

The first time Yu Lansong asked him if there was anyone living next door, the two stood on the balcony, Meng Chenzhou subconsciously tensed up, and admitted that there was someone living next door.

Meng Chenzhou never thought that such a lie would be punctured like a balloon under such circumstances.

He saw the familiar embarrassed expression on Yu Lansong's face. Yes, Yu Lansong would never step forward to question him in such a situation. Instead, he was embarrassed to look at him and kept his eyes down.

A smile appeared in Meng Chenzhou's eyes, and he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Back? Where did you go?"

Yu Lansong, "..."

"I'm going to Dongcheng District," Yu Lansong explained honestly.

Meng Chenzhou understood, "Where does the fourth victim live? Have you seen any suspects?"

Yu Lansong felt that it was a bit troublesome to explain this matter. To tell the truth, he would sneak out before he was involved. For some reason, he felt a little guilty.

Luo Feiran next to him was very straightforward, "The most suspicious thing is the neighbor of the victim. Normal people would have moved away long ago when something like this happened, but he still lives there. He is either a coward or a bad person."

Meng Chenzhou nodded and asked Yu Lansong, "What do you think?"

Yu Lansong didn't even blink, "I don't know him."

Meng Chenzhou was a little helpless, "Who asked you this, I'm asking what you think."

Yu Lansong continued to fool, "...I think so too."

Meng Chenzhou didn't care much about his attitude, but said, "Since this is the case, then we can focus on it."

Yu Lansong is now wondering about two things. The first thing is that he didn't leave the copy after knowing who the murderer was, and the second thing is that Meng Chenzhou lied to him.

Thinking of that night, Yu Lansong's first reaction was that Meng Chenzhou must have ridiculed him for being timid in his heart.

He was too embarrassed to ask, and even thought that the matter was over like this. After returning home, Meng Chenzhou suddenly said to Luo Feiran alone when he was away, "I'm sorry."

He pushed down his slippery glasses, and his attitude was very sincere, "The character setting is like this, I can't tell you, and I didn't mean to scare you, I'm sorry."

His attitude made Yu Lansong unable to get angry. He didn't know that people like Meng Chenzhou would succumb, so he didn't have the ability to deal with it.

The next day, a malicious wounding incident that happened the night before was broadcast on TV.

A man with a controlled knife was attacking a girl who was walking home alone at night, and was stopped by a passing man. The fight between the two attracted onlookers. Not caught.

It is worth noting that the place where the malicious wounding incident took place was not far from their apartment, and they were familiar with the brave person who was Fang Chu.

Fang Chu visited them and brought news, "The man has committed suicide."

Beside an artificial lake in a community, the police found the relics left by the man on the shore, and surveillance also found that the man had not left since he fled here.

The police believed that the man committed suicide by jumping into the lake in fear of crime, but because the investigation has not concluded yet, the police blocked the news and did not announce it to the public.

After three days of searching, the police found the man's body.

A man whose body was eaten beyond recognition by fish was dissected to find a cheap necklace in his stomach, said to be the only thing his ex-girlfriend gave him.

After coming out of the dungeon, every time Yu Lansong saw Meng Chenzhou in class, he felt weird.

He even felt that it was Meng Chenzhou's second personality in the dungeon, because the difference was too great, but fortunately, there was not much class time left.

Meng Chenzhou didn't call Yu Lansong to the office as often as before, and he seldom scolded them in class. When he occasionally talked about grades, he also encouraged them lightly.

After class, Yu Lansong stayed at home to prepare for the exam. Her daily routine consisted of eating and reading, and occasionally went downstairs to buy a la carte and fresh flowers.

In order not to affect the exam, he went to the forum to find out why he didn't enter the dungeon for a certain period of time, only to know that they opened the single-player dungeon by themselves, and after they came out of the single-player dungeon, they would not be forced to enter the dungeon again for a period of time.

Yu Lansong had already done the single-player dungeon, and generally this kind of difficulty would not be too difficult, so he picked a time and entered the dungeon alone.

[Dear player number 10000, would you like to enter the single-player instance now? 】

After getting ready, Yu Lansong said softly in his heart, yes. "Sevilla, can you watch this year's Bright Son selection with me?"

"No time," Sevilla leaned against the bookshelf without looking up.

The girl in a small foreign skirt held up the hem of her skirt. Although she was used to his attitude, the eldest lady still felt very sad because of her sweetheart's indifference towards her.

"But this newly selected Holy Son will become the person you want to be loyal to, aren't you curious?"

She was fascinated by Sevilla's charming side face. As the high-ranking paladin leader of the church, this young man was not as foolish and dull as other knights. Instead, he was full of bookishness because he liked to read books.

But he is not as weak as a nerd, with a handsome and beautiful face, a fit body, and radiant eyebrows, he is the dream lover of many noble ladies.

On the contrary, those old-fashioned nobles and the elders of the church did not like him very much.

What people in high positions need is an obedient dog, not subordinates who are too self-conscious and often do rebellious things and say rebellious words.

Just like at this moment, when the girl said these words, a mocking expression appeared on the man's face, "Holy Son? It's just a puppet of the church, and the Holy Son Guangming God elected by the church may not approve of it."

The girl's complexion changed drastically, and she wanted to cover the man's mouth, "Sevilla, you can't let other people hear this, they will say you are rebellious, the revered leader of the church is a subordinate of the God of Light, and naturally represents the God of Light the meaning of."

The man sighed helplessly, "I want to read, if you have nothing else to do, please leave, Miss Mira."

Seeing the little girl stomping her feet and running away angrily holding her skirt, Sevilla looked back indifferently, without any intention of keeping her.

His dream has always been to be a soldier, but because of the arrangement of his family, he entered the Holy See by accident. His childhood fantasy of throwing his head and blood on the battlefield has been shattered, and now he is like a bird imprisoned Son.

These delicate ladies just love his appearance, but he firmly believes that the faith of a knight who is contaminated with love will become less pure.

But Mira's words did remind him.

When the time comes, it's time to meet the Son.

The Holy Son has always been selected among the people, and the child with the strongest light will be selected as a candidate for the Holy See. In the past, the Holy Son often died because he could not bear the power of light.

Therefore, in the eyes of ordinary people, sending one's own child to be a holy son is equivalent to sending one's own child to death. Although the Holy See will subsidize a large sum of money, few families are willing to take the initiative to send their children out.

Not to mention the nobles, the money is not enough for them to buy a slightly better vase to decorate their mansion.

As fewer and fewer people are willing to participate in the election of the Holy Son, the Holy See has to use some special means.

Sevilla changed into a silver knight outfit and came to the place where the Holy See elected the Holy Son. When he came, the knights saluted him, and he walked through the crowd without turning his head.

A group of young children knelt down and worshiped under the statue representing the God of Light. Because no one was watching them, they whispered unscrupulously, and the whole temple was noisy.

Without the slightest awe of God, are these the people who may become the future sons of the God of Light?

Sevilla twitched the corner of his mouth mockingly.

When the knights guarding the children saw Sevilla coming, their faces changed drastically. They were about to remind them to pay attention to their manners, but Sevilla gave them a look.

He walked behind the group of children and was looking at them, when he suddenly noticed a child in the corner, neither playing with others nor distracted, but kneeling straight in front of the statue.

He was dressed in modest clothes, and he did not look like he came from a noble family.

It's a little more likeable, Cervera thought to himself.

He was about to walk in front of them to teach them their first lesson when they came to the Holy See, when the child whom he was optimistic about suddenly tilted his body and fell into the arms of the person next to him.

The taller boy next to him caught him cautiously. The boy made a booing gesture towards the others, and whispered to them, "Look."

A girl screamed in surprise, reaching out her hand to touch his face, "He looks like an elf."

"But his ears are like ours."

"Only the pure and kind elves and the demons who pay great attention to appearance have such beauty. Is he really human like us?"

"The temple is not a place for you to make noise, a bunch of uneducated pariahs," one of the bearded instructors hurried over, scolding them loudly.

He saluted Sevilla, "Paladin Commander, it's an honor that you can personally participate in the ceremony of electing the Son."

Sevilla didn't even look at him, he said to the group of children, "What's wrong with him?"

The big boy hugged him tightly, and he looked timidly at the majestic man with the holy sword hanging from his waist, "Sir, we knelt here before dawn in the morning, he may be too sleepy so I fell asleep."

Sevilla said slowly, "Wake him up." Yu Lansong was shaken awake, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a handsome man standing in front of him, looking at him.

[Dear player number 10000, welcome to enter the large-scale world dungeon——Avicii Continent, please follow the system instructions to complete the content of this dungeon. 】

【Your final dungeon mission is──】

[Please act as a loyal believer of the God of Light. 】

The words of the final mission woke Yu Lansong up. He pursed his lips and asked the system, 【Am I strong in this dungeon? 】

The system was silent for a while before choking out a sentence, 【You have a powerful healing ability. 】

Yu Lansong, "..."

An elderly man coughed twice, "Now that everyone is here, the ceremony of electing the Holy Son can begin. Candidates are invited to return to their seats."

Yu Lansong has not yet reacted. He only knows that the dungeon he came to is a dungeon with a large world view. What teaches the Holy Son of Light God... It seems like the setting in the Western Fantasy game.

"Candidates, come before the God of Light one by one, and tell God your loyalty and will," the teacher presiding over the election meeting said in a very serious voice.

But in fact, the young children who participated in the election of the Son of God are of different ages, ranging from young people in their 20s to children as young as ten years old. Some are forced to come here, and some are simply for the sake of making money Subsidies from the Holy See.

So all of them were extremely perfunctory. One of the boys was covering his chest, and his voice was exaggerated, but the tone did not fluctuate at all, "Ah, God of Light, I worship you so much, please choose me as the holy son."

The elderly teachers all frowned tightly, with pale faces.

But Sevilla didn't know what he was thinking, and stood aside watching the play with his arms folded.

When it was Yu Lansong's turn to pray, the system reminded him again, 【Please express your love for the God of Light with full emotion. 】

【I know, I know!Isn't it just a licking dog!I'm the best at licking!Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa! 】

When Yu Lansong stepped forward, those who stared at him were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes lit up. Although the Holy See never advocates judging people by their appearance, a holy son with an outstanding appearance will undoubtedly be loved more.

Kneeling in front of the statue, this frail beauty was not as emotional as the others, but was very calm, her beautiful eyes focused on the statue.

Sweet words came out of the red lips, "God, I am willing to dedicate everything I have to you, please have mercy."

It's not like looking at someone you admire, but rather like looking at a lover with affection, "It is my greatest honor to serve you. Even if I am so humble, I am willing to be the most humble one among your believers."

Tears slid down the corners of his eyes, like a delicate and beautiful rose petals that cannot bear the weight of dewdrops, even the most enchanting demon woman is not as attractive to people as he is, because this is the kind that can only be raised in the Holy See pure flowers.

Sevilla stared blankly.

This drop of tear fell at the feet of the statue, and the god would bow his head and fall. This drop of tear fell in his heart, and the seed of desire was planted from then on.

Yu Lansong closed his eyes forcefully, tears wet his eyelashes, and wetly stuck to his white jade-like cheeks.

The lights in the church are too bright, and my eyes are going to be blind.

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God of Light: Seriously