Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

At this moment, the laughing voice of the magician came to his ears. Luo Yiran glanced and found that the magician was staring at the person in the painting with a perverted aura all over his body.

So he looked back flatly - it seems that he can ask.

There was no problem at the other end, but here Luo Yiran stretched out some pale fingers and easily hooked the purse open. He poured out the spices inside, then flicked it, and then saw a strand of hair tied with a red thread inside.

"..."

Is this Bai Yao's hair, or the hair of the one who gave the purse?

Luo Yiran thought for a while, then turned the purse over, and saw two words on the inside of the purse——

green.

It must be the person who delivered the purse.

He Xiaoye walked over slowly, his face under the mask was depressed: "I didn't find anything."

"It can be seen that this is a man's room... Oh, it seems that he is just newly married or is about to get married? I saw Xi's paper-cut under his quilt."

Luo Yiran was taken aback: "Paper-cut?"

He Xiaoye put the red paper-cut on the table: "Isn't this dungeon called Xie, so I really care about it."

Luo Yiran looked at the paper-cut, and then he said: "It should be getting married soon, and my purse is a gift from his sweetheart."

If she can accept it, it means that Qingqing is Bai Yao's sweetheart.

He Xiaoye couldn't help but keep glancing at the magician threatening the person in the painting, while watching, he said: "It's not bad for two people who are in love to get married."

"The marriage partner may not necessarily be this Qingqing." Luo Yiran felt a little headache, and he pressed his temple.

He Xiaoye came to a sudden: "Yes."

This kind of ancient feeling is more likely to be arranged by the elders in the family. This Qingqing may only be liked by the male owner of this room, not by his parents.

Luo Yiran looked to the next door: "I'll go to another room later..."

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yiran smelled the smell of burning paper at the tip of his nose. He turned his head away, just in time to see the person in the painting looking at his burned fingertips with disbelief and pain.

On the edge of the paper screen, tiny flames are still wrapping around the screen.

The screen material burns slowly, but it is still burning.

So He Xiaoye quickly looked at the door, but the door was closed at some point, and shadow ghosts would not cast shadows, so He Xiaoye knew intellectually that the guy who was exactly like him must be at the door, but emotionally he was crazily denying it .

So autistic retracted his gaze, pretending that everything did not exist.

The person in the painting shakes the folding fan sadly and pats the fire.

The magician's voice seemed to have a little smile: "I especially don't like people lying to me."

The person in the painting couldn't extinguish the fire, he shook his head frantically, and then wrote quickly in the air: [No!I won't lie! 】

He rolled his eyes and saw Luo Yiran, and then his subordinates kept saying: 【Help me! 】

Luo Yiran: "..."

The magician noticed it. He turned his head and looked at Luo Yiran with beautiful eyes from under the mask: "What do you think, young master?"

Luo Yiran raised his legs: "I don't like people lying to me either."

"So burn it."

Person in the painting: "..."

The person in the painting quickly explained with a bitter face: [There are only three rooms on the first floor! 】

It didn't look like he was lying, so the magician reached out to extinguish the fire, and then looked at Luo Yiran: "Master, the paper screen is a clue to the line that is in charge of the goddess reward. And there are three rooms on the first floor. clue."

The magician glanced at the people in the painting: "The clues are on their fans."

Luo Yiran looked at the person in the painting.

The person in the painting patted the part of his clothes that had been burnt distressingly, and then opened the fan to face Luo Yiran in despair—so why not be afraid of him?

He is a very weird figure in the painting!Most people will jump up when they see him, then rush out of the room and be killed by the guards.

Luo Yiran didn't care about the broken glass heart of the person in the painting, he looked at the character "three" on the fan of the person in the painting.

"What do you mean?"

The magician rubbed his index finger: "It's the room number."

"The room number is three digits, and he is the first one, which means that the reward for the goddess is in a certain room on the third floor of the Nine Eight Pagoda."

There are three rooms with clues on the first floor... so no matter which floor you go to, you can get the final room number as long as you find all the rooms on that floor.

Luo Yiran blinked: "Did the lie he just told mean that there are clues in every room?"

The magician nodded slightly.

Luo Yiran stood up, walked to the paper screen, and took the fire folder from the magician's hand.

The person in the painting watched him move: "!"

Luo Yiran didn't change his face: "You don't need to write, I will ask next, just nod or shake your head."

The person in the painting vaguely felt that something was wrong, but thinking it was better than being honest and proactive, he nodded hesitantly.

Luo Yiran looked at him, and said something surprising: "Is there some rooms on every floor that once you enter, you must be a dead end?"

The person in the painting froze for two seconds, then nodded with a bad expression—it was basically a dead end.

...The reason why he lied so much just now was because he wanted to find these people one by one, and then the room where he strayed into the dead end would be completely cold. A room of doom.

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes and compared the sizes of the two rooms in the Lower Nine Eighth Pagoda and the two rooms he had just experienced in his mind, and then came to a conclusion.

If the underground is the same size as the ground, then there are about 21 rooms on the first floor, three of which are clue rooms, so the empty room and the deadlock room should be... half of each?

So Luo Yiran raised his head: "Nine deadlock rooms, nine empty rooms, and three clue rooms?"

The person in the painting was stunned.

It wasn't until he saw Huozhezi leaning towards him again that he nodded stiffly.

He Xiaoye didn't even know how Luo Yiran asked such a question, he looked at Luo Yiran numbly and kept asking——

"Is there any pattern in the distribution of rooms?"

The person in the painting hesitates.

Luo Yiran laughed, and he said, "I'm better at observing whether a person is lying than a magician."

Person in the painting: "..."

He shook his head in grief and indignation, and at the same time killed the idea of ​​making up a law to trick this person in the cradle.

Luo Yiran covered his throat and coughed a few times. He suppressed the bloody feeling in his mouth due to the cough, and then continued: "Then do you know where the other two in the clue room are?"

The man in the painting shook his head—he wasn't lying.

Luo Yiran lowered his head, and after thinking for a while, he smiled and asked, "So, do the guards know which three are the clue rooms?"

The man in the painting nodded with wide eyes—although he was amazed at the speed of this man's reaction, but thinking that this guy was going to face the guards... that would be so happy!Absolutely not dead nor hurt!

But the guards do know where the three clue rooms are. Even if they are assigned a blind person on this floor, they must know, because the clue room is very important... If these three guys just discovered the paper screen in his room The problem, they are estimated to have been killed by the guards!

The corners of Luo Yiran's mouth raised even further, but he didn't continue to ask about the room. Instead, he raised his hand and pointed at the mask on his face, and changed the subject: "Are we forced to divide into teams based on the masks we wear?"

The person in the painting was a little numb, he thought, why isn't he a real, immovable painting?

But after being sad for two seconds, he still nodded honestly.

Luo Yiran thoughtfully touched the mask on his face - he saw a lot of masks at the ghost face, and all the masks can be roughly divided into two categories.

One is a white mask with no messy pattern shapes and another is a colorful dark mask with weird shapes.

It should be divided into god face and ghost face.

So Luo Yiran raised his hand and made a scissors hand: "Divided into two camps?"

The person in the painting hesitated, and then took the initiative to write: [This, I don’t know. 】

Luo Yiran raised his eyebrows, so he didn't ask any more questions. He knew that the three of them here must be evil spirits, so after thinking about it, he said, "Would you treat them better with the masks of gods?"

The person in the painting shook his head firmly.

"Then it's the Guardians who will be nicer to them."

The person in the painting froze for a while before nodding. If his face was not drawn, he would have been pale. He raised his hand and wrote: [Do you still want to ask? 】

How could he have so many questions!

And every sentence is shocking.

Luo Yiran held the booklet: "I'll think about it."

Person in the painting: "..."

Go away.

Also, shouldn't Huozhezi be automatically taken away by Jiuba Tower when they come in?Why do they still have...

oh.The man in the painting looks at the magician - it was taken out of him.

So why does he still have it?

The magician didn't care about the resentful eyes of the person in the painting, he looked at Luo Yiran, with his hands in his pockets - do you want to change the lighter for the young master?

Huozhezi is also enough.

——Why wasn’t the fire source taken away?

A joke, who can take things from the magician's private coffers.

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The magician's little coffer—

Location: unknown

Capacity: unknown

Medium: Everything Goes Around

Contains items: rose, pen and paper, "body", lighter...etc.