Feng Lang?!

How could it be him?!

The gambler took a step back, and at the same time he immediately fell on one knee and raised his gun to aim, while holding his breath and listening carefully.

The surroundings were quiet as always.

The gambler remained motionless and waited for two minutes.

There was still no movement outside.

The gambler took advantage of the night vision device to look at the situation in the house, but just glanced at it but didn't look closely.

There was nothing else in the room except Feng Lang lying on the ground in the middle.

After thinking about it, the gambler took off the night vision device on his head and put it away, and then turned on the bright tactical flashlight attached to the side of the rifle.

The cold white strong light cut through the darkness and shone on Feng Lang's dead face on the ground.

The gambler didn't move his gun, squinting his eyes to take a closer look.

There was no reaction in the face of the bright light, the eyeballs were missing, the nose was not agitated, and it was obviously cold.

He looked around.

The floor is a moldy and dilapidated wooden floor, and the surrounding walls have peeled, revealing the blue-black stone bricks behind it.

It doesn't look like a high-ranking house, but rather a remnant building that has been baptized by wind and frost for decades...... While thinking, the gambler half-crouched and moved to the side of Feng Lang's corpse, and put his hand on the side of his neck.

There was no pulse, but the body was still warm, indicating that the time of death was not very long.

The gambler's mood was unexpectedly calm at this moment.

I had been worried about it before, because I didn't know when the danger would come.

Although he was alone now, now that something had happened, he was not so nervous.

Didn't wear the night vision device anymore, but the gambler took out the infrared thermal imager assembly and hung it on the left side of the M4A1, and at the same time cautiously went out the door.

The crunching sound of footsteps on the old wooden floor made the gambler's eyes wary as he glanced at the thermal imager out of the corner of his eye.

In the other five rooms, there is a heat source, and judging by the shape, it should all be human bodies.

The gambler's expression is more serious.

He pushed open the door across from him and walked in to take a closer look.

Sure enough, this person is the master, the middle-aged muscular man who has a two-handful mustache and likes fortune-telling but is almost 1.9 meters tall.

He also had empty muscles, fat, and internal organs in his chest and abdomen, and no eyeballs in his eye sockets.

It's the same as Feng Lang in the previous room.

The gambler did not hesitate, did not stop, and after making sure that the room was safe, he immediately left the room and went to the next room.

Liuying, Dog Tu, Lechuan, and the three of them died in the last three rooms.

The gambler is sure that what he is seeing is not an illusion.

Because of the smell of mold and blood in the room, the touch temperature of the corpse is real.

And most importantly, the torn clothes on these corpses are their original clothes, that is, clothes that do not fit the background of this era.

No matter how strong the dungeon character is, it is impossible to break through the shield of "hell", this is the experience he gained from his previous missions!

He had encountered something similar in the ancient supernatural copy world before, and the "dead" companion was wearing a different costume from the original, so he recognized the illusion and escaped that time.

Now there's only one room left.

If the man inside is also dead, and is as he guessed, then the mission is ...... No, this time it's really more auspicious.

Taking a deep breath, the gambler cautiously pushed open the door with his gun in a vigilant position.

A man in the room was tied up and lying on the ground like a dead salted fish.

Seeing someone coming in, the dazzling flashlight light shining on his face, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes, "Who?" ”

The gambler breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Quan is not dead, so it's okay.

He leaned over cautiously while guarding, and did not hurry to untie the hemp rope that tied Wang Quan's hands and legs, but asked, "Are you Wang Quan?" ”

"Of course it's me!" Wang Quan gritted his teeth and said, "I was knocked unconscious from behind and brought here after the thick fog last night, and only a dead-faced old man gave me a bowl of water all day, and just now I heard the footsteps of the old man, and he seemed to have thrown something into a few rooms next to him." What's going on over there? ”

The gambler froze, and then relaxed.

Really! The "Wang Quan" I met during the day today is a fake!

Just as they guessed!

Now it is estimated that this matter was also done by that "Wang Quan", and it is estimated that they were brought here because they didn't know how to trigger the "script killing" of "Wang Quan" when they were exploring the path together!

According to this Wang Quan, the old man with a dead face should be the old housekeeper he saw today.

Feng Lang's expression when they died was frightened and incredulous, and it was bad that they were not vigilant.

But except for the newcomer, Lechuan, everyone else is an old bird, and through this day's observation, the gambler is very sure that there are no fools among those people.

So it's just that when you are attacked, you are caught off guard.

In this case...... The hands-on ones must be someone who is familiar to several people! And then they were broken by each!

Who is the one they are all familiar with and will not be guarded against?

Only Wang Quan!

The gambler continued to chat with Wang Quan quietly, but he didn't untie the rope for him.

On the ground, Wang Quan said helplessly: "No, Ding Yifan, do you doubt me?" ”

The gambler was stunned, and his suspicion of Wang Quan dissipated a little.

Ding Yifan is his real name.

He definitely didn't say this name after he entered this world, let alone Wang Quan, even Feng Lang didn't know his name.

If this Wang Quan knew his name, there was only one possibility.

He is the real Wang Quan.

Because "Hell" will set the background of the character for himself in this world, Wang Quan is an old classmate who has a bit of grievances and disputes with him in the setting, and he knows that his name is normal.

But there is one final point to be tested.

The gambler stared at Wang Quan's eyes, "What about the foreign gun I gave you yesterday?" ”

Wang Quan's eyes were full of impatience, "In my arms, what, do you want to take it back?" Feed! What are you doing?! ”

The gambler ignored his arguing, but reached out and pulled a pistol from his bosom.

The silver-white M1911A1 is the one that was given to Wang Quan yesterday.

The one that was sent out today is black.

The gambler breathed a sigh of relief, untied the hemp rope that bound Wang Quan's hands and feet, and then returned the gun to him.

Wang Quan got up and patted the ashes on his body, took the gun and said angrily: "What, is there a second Wang Quan in this world?" ”

The gambler couldn't bear it and explained to him with a smile on his face that Feng Lang and they were all dead, and now the two of them were going to escape together.

Wang Quan was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly turned into horror, and then he was about to raise his gun.

The gambler reacted immediately, turned around instantly, raised his gun, and took aim, all in one go!

The next moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.

For now there was a man standing at the door of the house.

The man had a faint smile on his face and was wearing a navy blue single-breasted suit.

That handsome face...... Gamblers will never admit mistakes!

Because he was still chatting with the other party a moment ago!

This person is especially Wang Quan!