Investigators choose to throw the script in a shredder

Ruke pushed open the door of his room exhaustedly, holding his stomach with his left hand all the time, feeling that he had ingested a lethal amount of sugar, and was only a straw away from ascending to heaven.

"Yo, you're back~" Jean rested his chin on his palm, and looked at him with gray-blue eyes like a snake staring at a frog.

The final straw came.

Sulker already felt that the discomfort in his stomach was getting worse...

"Well, what about dinner?" Ruoke sat down with his back against the wall.

Jean: "What? I ate and came back~"

"Where's my share!" Liu Ke couldn't help but slapped the table and stood up.

Jean dragged his elegant accent and said nonsense: "No~know~dao~"

"Let me know!" Liu Ke took a picture of his mobile phone on the table, and then pushed the photo he took over, "If you don't know about my dinner, there is no reason why you don't know about it."

Let habitually take over the phone: "What is this? It doesn't look like a common text..."

Ruke shrugged his shoulders and sat on the chair: "I don't know, I took a photo from the desk of the students at the University of Michigan. It seems to be an ancient book that was reprinted. At this time, he was alone in the room tinkering with the book. The smell came from the inside, but the smell faded when the door was opened, no matter how you look at it, it has ghosts, so I got this after a little bit of testing, and I took it back for you, the most experienced among us, to take a look."

[kp: Inspiration successfully tells you what kind of text it is, and education requires another luck. ]

[Liu Ke: Is it necessary to pass the dice of words after the inspiration is successful? ]

[kp: Yes. ]

[Liu Ke: Let me blindly guess that kind of text that most people will not click, and the rare text with a base value of only 1. ]

[kp: Yes. ]

[Ru Ke: ...you actually have the face to say something about me, you are quite a beast, aren't you! ]

[kp: Heh. ]

[Jean: Yes, vote, I can do it. ]

[Sulker: ...]

[kp:...]

[Liu Ke: Is this the Ouhuang's surplus? !Damn, fail!Fail me! ]

[kp: Make inspiration 601D100=47 successful]

As an experienced adventurer, Jean has visited as many ruins as he has had bedmates - so many that he can't even remember their names.

But the knowledge given in the ruins, the fraternal French people have carefully remembered, for example, the text on this photo now coincides with the text on a ruins he has been to - the Hibernian language.

[kp: Make Hibernian 11D100=1 big success]

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[Ru Ke: Damn shit Ouhuang!Is the difference between people greater than the difference between people and water fleas! ]

[Jean: You obviously voted, but you exude an aura of despair than my failure...]

[Jean: This is not bad~]

[Liu Ke: ... Shaking S perverted. ]

"Interesting, I thought that the relic was a fake built by a madman with a dreamy head, but I didn't expect to encounter a genuine book written in the 'Hiberil' language here. I have the opportunity to go back to that relic. Be sure to apologize to it." Jean glanced at ten lines without hindrance, and quickly read the content of several photos.

"Sibyl?" Rick asked, "Is this place name... related to Greece?"

[kp: You have read the relevant knowledge of Cthulhu, performed sc, 1D6 for success, 2D6 for failure. ]

[kp: let san701D100=68 succeed]

[kp: loss of sanity 1D6=4]

[kp: let remaining sanity=66]

A slight dizziness surged to the cerebral cortex, and the eyeballs were slightly sore.

Jean simply pressed his eyebrows, and put the discomfort behind him: "It has something to do with it. Hiberia is a country in Greek mythology, also known as the continent of the North. In reality, there is no such place or country. .”

Ruk was a little disappointed: "So it looks like this is a book about delusional stories? Or is it part of myths and legends?"

"But the story is not bad," Jean began to briefly talk about the contents of these pages to Rick, "The writer is a person with great imagination and ability to fabricate. He killed his child because he suspected his wife was cheating. Throwing the dead body of the child in the yard at random, regretting what he had done the next day in his wife's tears, and wanted to resurrect his own child, but the important resurrection material - the dead body of the child disappeared, so he constructed There is a spell called 'Looking for the Fly of the Dead', when someone who lives under the same roof dies, he can use this spell to find the soul and body of the deceased."

As he spoke, Jean smiled: "What's even more interesting is that when the writer used this spell for the first time, the soul and corpse of the child he found were combined by a colorless worm and turned into a powerful stitch monster. Then……"

Liu Ke understood, and continued according to the normal development: "Then he was revenged by that child? The development of the third-rate Shuangwen."

"Nonono," Jean waved his hand, "then, a more powerful writer captured the Stitch Monster alive, exhibited it during the day, collected a large amount of entrance fees, and used that money to study the Stitch Monster at night, and the wool came out He's really a standard capitalist when it comes to sheep."

Ruke: "..." Such a strong sense of déjà vu.

[Jean: This spell is very interesting, kp, can I learn it? ]

[kp: Yes, after an inspiration, if you succeed, you will spend another 1D3 hours of study time, sleep tonight, and tomorrow you will be able to learn "Looking for the Flies of the Dead". ]

[Ru Ke: Speaking of which, why is it the "fly" of a fly? I saw silver coins on the table, and thought it was the "silver". ]

[kp: The answer is in the remaining pages of the book, and you can know it after learning it. ]

[Jean: Then let me learn. ]

[kp: Make inspiration 601D100=46 successful]

[kp: let the learning time 1D3=3]

The current time is 8:12 in the evening, and it will not pass 3 in 12 hours, so it will not hinder my normal activities tomorrow.

"I need to study the part about spells." The Frenchman, who seemed to be particularly interested in spells, took away Rick's phone. "Maybe I can surprise you tomorrow."

Liu Ke's expression became subtle: "Do you believe in this superstitious story made up?"

"As the No.1 supernatural novel, the writing is top-notch," Jean Bumin said, "Just try it out and satisfy your curiosity."

After speaking, Jean is ready to enlarge the picture and study it carefully.

"Wait," Liu Ke called up another picture from his phone, "Do you have any impression of this silver coin?"

Jean looked at the unpretentious pentagram, and quickly shook his head: "It's more like a child's graffiti than currency."

Rick: "Okay, you go and learn your tricks, I'll go to other people to discuss things."

Jean: "What's the matter?"

Liu Ke didn't care and said, "It's about finding a new tour guide."

After all, it was so late and the tour guide didn't come back, so it was probably over.

Somewhere in the snowy mountains.

The woman with long curly hair was running in the snow in an extremely embarrassing condition. The purse on her body, which was used to hold all kinds of sundries, had long been thrown at the starting point together with her tour guide flag as a load. She had a good sense of direction and closed her eyes. Eyes can also tell where the safe quarters are.

Salam's partly coiled hair was loose, and her blonde long hair was dark and messy. Her pretty face was taut, but it was not because of the cold wind but because of mental pressure—behind Salam, she stepped on The footprints under her feet disappeared quickly, and a rut about three meters wide followed and extended towards her—some invisible monster was chasing her!

Unknown fear turned into countless regrets and engulfed her.

She shouldn't go out in the morning, no, to go further, she shouldn't be afraid of those weird investigators, what's so scary about just having dinner with her?

In this way, she won't think about leaving this snow mountain, if she doesn't want to leave this snow mountain, she won't stumble and fall into that hidden crack, she won't—no!What she regrets the most is being tricked into coming to this place!What is "a snow mountain that is only touted by the media and over-marketed"!

Salam must have scolded those newspapers if he could go back. They didn’t even mention such a horrible thing about the snow mountain. What kind of newspapers are you!

"Crack", in addition to the sound of squeezing the snow behind him, there was another startling sound of crushing wood, which symbolized the powerful force that made Salam's pace a little faster.

She was born in a slum, and she has seen a lot of life and death, and she is forced to look at it openly, but—even if she dies, she must never be caught up by the monsters behind!

At least she wanted to die as a human being, not a puddle of digestive juices or minced meat.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

Perhaps it was because Salam's desire to survive was too strong. At this moment, she actually felt a strong wind behind her, pushing her forward!

Salaam didn't think much about it, and took advantage of the favorable wind to run all the way towards her goal.

In the dark night, there are stars dotted with warm colors, and the outline of the building exuding warm colors and light has already appeared, and even the surrounding temperature has risen. Safety and warmth seem to be within reach at this moment.

The invisible fear behind her seemed to gradually disintegrate under the light, and the oppressive force that had been chasing her all along disappeared from her senses.

--finally……

Salam heaved a sigh of relief, but he didn't stop walking. He walked towards the brightly lit building with the joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

The direction of the wind changed, and the headwind dragged Salam's footsteps.

Salam didn't know why the wind direction changed so quickly, but she knew that it was not safe for her to be alone outside, and she had to go inside the building as soon as possible. Although she didn't know why, it seemed that the monster wouldn't go in there...

The evening wind howled and shaved Salam's face until it hurt like needles. It was also mixed with cold fine particles, which did not melt when it fell on Salam's skin, giving her the illusion of being burned.

--what happened?Why did the weather change so suddenly? ...It's so dark, so it's night now?

Salam felt restless, and walked faster towards the only bright spot.

Suddenly, the only bright spot disappeared.

On the snow, Salam, whose back was facing the building, also disappeared.

A218.

Fu Heihui walked out of the room according to the silver coin's instructions, walked down the stairs, walked through the unmanned hall, walked straight for five meters, turned left, and walked straight——

The silver coin itself has not changed, but will emit a certain smell. This smell is very special, and it will turn into the one he wants most according to the person's inner desire. When Fu Heihui wants to find the corpse, the smell will be It turns into the smell of corpses, and you can’t be distracted during the period. The smell will be disturbed by the latecomers, and it is irreversible. Previously, Rick suddenly broke in and interrupted the ceremony, making the smell of corpses temporarily turn into the smell of food. Grateful, but Fu Heihui had to start all over again.

Gojo Satoru knew this kind of magic, but he didn't want to smell the smell of corpses, so he left it to his students to do it for him.

This is also an education. ——by Gojo Satoru who doesn't have a teacher qualification certificate.

Sooner or later, he will be beaten. ——by Fu Heihui, the only one who has learned spells.

Guided by the smell, Fu Heihui went to a place 200 meters away from the dormitory, which was his limit reaction distance, and he would have to go back home if it was farther away, and he would come back at dawn or bring his teacher with him.

[kp: Dark cast? ? ]

The night wind blew through the hard fabric on the outside of the hat, making the sound of knives scratching the leather, like weeping.

There is no scenery around, the smell gathers here, according to his experience, the corpse is around him, but there is nothing similar to the corpse in Fu Heihui's field of vision, only snow, a blank sheet of snow.

Seeing that there was no one around, Fu Heihui shifted his gaze to his feet. He collected the silver coins and squatted down, digging the soft snow under his feet with his hands.

At a depth of less than thirty centimeters, he dug up a corpse.

The female, with long curly hair, was wearing a jacket, her skin was strangely white, it was icy cold to the touch, and she had been dead for about five or six hours.

It was a tour guide named "Salam". Fu Heihui had met her the day before.

I didn't expect to see only corpses on the second side...

Fu Heihui confirmed that there was no change in the body, so he didn't stay any longer, picked her up, and walked towards the dormitory.

When he was leaving, Fu Heihui was still thinking about what happened to Salam to maintain such a perfect corpse and the horrified expression proportional to it before he died.

Fu Heihui has seen too many storms and waves, but the expression on the face of Salam's corpse is still special. Apart from panic, there are other more indescribable emotions. Some of the bewilderment caused by the horror.

Let's study until 11:[-] before lying on the bed and closing his eyes.

The quality of his sleep has always made Rick jealous, and the Frenchman fell asleep smoothly in less than 15 seconds.

In the dreamland of black sweetness, there are strange visitors.

Jean opened his eyes, and saw a spindle-shaped vat-like living body appearing on the boundless land. The top was like a sea anemone, with five siphons and five eyes, and the bottom had shellfish-like axes, and five pairs of leather. Wings of texture rise from the back.

The sea anemone-like tentacles trembled slightly, as if conveying some kind of message.

[kp: Make inspiration 601D100=39 successful]

Miraculously, despite his deaf ears, Jean understood the message instinctively.

——"Ancient crystals that store too much magic power will become cold."

The mysterious veil of global cooling a hundred years ago has been unveiled at this time.

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The author has something to say:

...I want ice cream to be free, but I don't have enough money—heh, money...

Now, people all over the world should feel the same way as I do. ——"Lack of money"!

I really want to become a penguin, not only gaining weight is a matter of course, but also have an ice bath... I want to become an emperor penguin, I heard that I can fly, I really want to fly... If I can, I can become a female, because the penguin seems to be a father who takes care of his children ...

Friend a: Is your thinking gradually going astray?

Friend b: Don't worry about him, this is his old problem, the more you talk to him, the more excited he will be.

Friend c: There are such a few days in every month, but this month is very early.

Me: You...doesn't anyone comfort me?Are you really a friend?

Friend a: Last month, who ate good food behind everyone's backs until he thought he was critically ill...

Me: sorry sorry sorry...

Conclusion - people can not do bad things. (Wow, really digressed)

感谢在2022-07-0210:02:53~2022-07-0320:56:32期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the landmines: Love, Yang You 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Luoshui 1th Street, Ah Qian, [-] bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!