Please this player not to harass NPCs

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Chu Mie quietly went downstairs with the candlestick, walked to the door of the hall, gently opened the door, but heard an old and hoarse female voice: "Vincent, what are you going to do?"

Chu Mie's breathing stagnated, and he calmed down his heartbeat. He smiled and looked at an old woman in maid's clothes and said, "Maid, I just want to go for a walk."

"Go for a walk? Now?" The head maid sneered sarcastically, "You are quite timid. Don't forget what things are in this rose garden. Although Madam loves and trusts you, you have to know how to measure it."

To be honest, he really didn't know what to do.

Mrs. Rose's attitude towards him was really strange.It's not like liking him or hating him, giving him enough trust but not telling him the whole truth.

"I know it." Chu Mie opened his eyes and said nonsense, pretending to know everything, and said deeply: "I just have some things that must be done."

"You..." The head maid was silent for a moment, and said: "Forget it, I'll just pretend I didn't see what happened today. You are also a poor person, and I won't make things difficult for you. But you have to protect your life. You must not die before Madam tells you to die."

It sounded like Mrs. Rose liked him, but Chu Mie knew it was not the case.

"I see." Chu Mie nodded to the head maid, turned and left.

The head maid stared at Chu Mie's back, came over for a while and heard the girl's scream from the third floor, then closed her eyes forcefully, and resumed her rigid expression, as if she didn't hear the girl's scream, and returned to her in the room.

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The rose garden at night looks even more dangerous and mysterious.

The gorgeous roses are shrouded in large black shadows, so rich that the colors cannot be wiped away.The surrounding area is very quiet, only the "rustling" sound of the branches and leaves, and the occasional strange bird call.

But this level is not enough to scare him, after all, he has been in the mirage for so long, no matter what, he has long been accustomed to routine horror scenes.

Because he had planned to visit the warehouse for a long time, Chu Mi found the way to the warehouse with ease.The warehouse is not big, and it uses the oldest locks, but now the locks are...

"Has anyone come in here already?"

Chu Mie looked at the violently broken lock in surprise, and couldn't help becoming vigilant, "Who did it? But it should have been broken during the day when the players were investigating clues."

But the couple and Chen Hao should be the only ones who came to the rose garden.Ji Mingjia looked timid, so she probably didn't do it; but I don't know who Chen Hao and Guo Chen violently broke the lock.

Chu Mie suddenly remembered Guo Chen's flickering eyes and what he said at that time:

"We're discussing whether we should go to the warehouse to check... and get some clues about the tomb by the way?"

He is lying!

Chu Mie suddenly realized this.But why did Guo Chen lie?What is in the warehouse, he must have got some important clues, and what is the real death condition triggered by Chen Hao?

All the answers are here.

Although the lock had been violently broken, it was only during the day. At night, there should be no players so bold as to run around on the first night of their arrival.

Chu Mie took a slight breath and pushed open the door of the warehouse, but was coughed frequently by the dust that hit his face.

"Cough! Cough!" Chu Mie coughed twice, waved the dust in front of him, and looked at the warehouse by the light of the candlestick, but only saw some damaged clothes and backpacks, and there were no relics left by Harman at all. .

what happened?It is clear from memory that there are Harman's things here, why are there all these things?Or has someone moved here, taken Harman's things away or hid them?

But...he stepped forward to look it over, only to find that there were clothes that did not belong to this world—these were clothes belonging to players who had been to this dungeon before, but most of them were women's clothes.

What the hell is going on here?Will there be so many torn clothes?The owner of these clothes has obviously encountered an accident.

It may be a girl in the blooming season, or it may be a woman with a lover. They died here in a tragic way, this place where countless lives and memories are buried.

Leaving aside whether their family and friends know how and why they died, this is destined to be an eternal pain in the hearts of those people.

Chu Mie approached the clothes and remained silent for a long time.

He has been in many dungeons, and there are more or less players' relics left there, but he doesn't know where these players end up, so he can only build a tomb for them.

Although he has always felt that the idea of ​​being buried in the ground is not at all in line with the concept he received in the mirage-the dead are useless things.

But subconsciously, he would always build a tomb for those who could never return home alive if he still had the energy left.

"Oh—" he sighed silently, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "I really have a double standard. I clearly tell the players that there is no need for that, but sometimes I do such stupid things myself."

Well, he looked back, it's time to get down to business.

Chu Mie stepped lightly, but felt that the wooden plank was making a loud noise, and the bottom of his feet seemed to be empty.

empty?Chu Mie's eyes lit up, he knelt down and knocked on the floor, found a place where the knocking sound was relatively loud, and then groped the floor with his fingers, and when he felt the slightly uneven place, he straightened up , Holding a candlestick and looking carefully at it by the light.

There is a basement here.

Chu Mie pondered for a while, found a place with a relatively large slit, and lifted all the planks of that piece of wood, revealing the stairs under the floor.

Sure enough—there were clear footprints on the dusty steps, and there was no doubt that someone had been there.

Chu Mie carefully descended the stairs holding the candlestick.

The stairs were very dark and narrow, and Chu Mie had to concentrate all his attention on his feet, so he didn't notice that at the exit of the basement, a tall black shadow was projected onto the floor full of torn clothes...

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The stairs are not long, and soon my feet hit the ground.Chu Mie held up the candlestick and found a skeleton tied to a chair. The clothing on the skeleton was a black dress with gold trim; a big hole was pierced through the heart of the skeleton, which seemed to be a dagger or something. But the murder weapon has long since disappeared.

Whose skeleton is this?

Judging from the decoration type of the clothes, it must not belong to the player, but it is obviously the skeleton of an NPC in a dungeon.

The wreckage was placed in the center of the basement, and a strange formation centered on the wreckage was carved out on the ground. A reddish-brown, smelly solid solidified in the grooves of the scratches, and judging from the smell and color, there was no doubt—— This is blood.

Chu Mie carefully looked at the writing on the ground, thinking about the purpose of this formation, at this moment, he heard a loud "bang -" sound, as if something was forced to close; and the source of the sound ——It was the entrance where he had just come.

"not good--"

Chu Mie hurriedly ran back to the stairs with the candlestick in hand, but stopped just before the exit, holding the candlestick tightly with a solemn expression.

Sure enough, the entrance was locked.

He raised his hand and tried to push the wooden plank, but it really couldn't be pushed as if a heavy object was placed on it.

"Damn it!" He hammered the wall hard, "Which guy insists on cheating me like this!"

But it's no use complaining about getting angry here.Here, NPCs and ghosts will not help him, and players who regard him as an NPC or even a dangerous person will not help him.

The basement space is not large, but the airtightness is very good, indicating that its oxygen content is limited.If he couldn't get out before the oxygen ran out, he would probably die here.

But the problem is that he can't open that board and leave now.I'm afraid that the person who shut him down has already figured this out.

Does it have to be so unlucky this time?

Chu Mie's face was livid, he took a deep breath, and began to knock on the wooden board intermittently, hoping to attract people who came to the rose garden to check by making a sound.

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This kind of knocking without knowing when it will end is boring and numb.

Due to the continuous consumption of oxygen, Chu Mie's panting became louder and louder, his head began to ache, his eyes even became dark, and he couldn't help but feel some fragmented pictures appearing in his mind.

The tall and holy statue of the goddess, like a poisonous snake, continuously climbed up the face of the statue.

The surrounding buildings began to collapse continuously, and large pieces of rubble and rubble were lifted to the sky by an incredible force.The face of the goddess statue was splashed with bright red blood, which stagnated in the eye sockets, and finally flowed down the eye sockets uncontrollably.

The originally standing statue collapsed in the next second, the head broke off from the neck, and rolled into the dry fountain pool at the foot of the statue.

The goddess still maintained a tolerant and benevolent smile, but the blood and tears shed from her eyes and this unchanging smile made people feel too mocking.

The aloof god smiled and stared at all the collapse and destruction, with disdain and disregard for the humble and weak life like ants, turning a blind eye to the countless roaring and struggling voices in his ears.

Everything is like a silent film, only black, white and gray are left, only the red eyes of the statue are dazzling and mocking.Countless people were screaming with all their strength, but they were buried in thousands of dust.

In front of the deadly silent scene that made people feel overly heavy, something sharp was stabbing into his chest, stirring constantly in his heart, and it gave him a strong sense of suffocation in addition to the stinging pain.He opened his mouth involuntarily, like a stranded fish, struggling for the little oxygen.

"Run! Run!"

"You must live! As long as you live—"

"I...I don't want it! I—" Chu Mie murmured unconsciously, his eyelids trembling constantly, and he shook his head uneasily.

"How could I...I—"

"Vincent! Vincent! Why are you here!"

In the dead silence like the deep sea, a voice cut through the darkness like a sharp knife, getting closer and clearer.

"Vincent! Wait, I'll rescue you right away! Vincent, calm down!"

"Okay! It's okay, Vincent! It's safe! Calm down!"

"Take a good look at who I am! Vincent, look clearly!"

Consciousness was pulled back little by little, Chu Mie struggled to open his eyelids, and a handsome face came into view.

Seeing that he finally woke up, the visitor smiled, showing the obvious little canine teeth, patted his back lightly, and said warmly:

"It's all right, Vincent."