The size of the third chamber remains the same as the previous one, except that it is empty inside.

"It's clear at a glance......" Uncle Wastewood said as he looked around with a flashlight, "not only is there nothing, but there is not even a movable door to the lower floor......"

"Is this a dead end?" Imagination is empty.

"I think it......'s possible," he paused, "Didn't we see many spires when we were on the ground?" Perhaps only one or a few of them lead to the bottom of the temple, while the others are all dead ends. ”

"Well, that makes sense." Uncle Waste Chai nodded in agreement, "This situation is very likely......" He thought for a moment and said, "We were too hasty when we entered the temple, and we didn't have time to do a survey at all, so we just chose a spire at random and went down, so ...... It's also normal to go the wrong way. ”

"Agreed." Honghu also replied, "I speculate...... There should be some sort of hint outside the temple to indicate which spire or spires are the correct path. He exhaled, "Whew...... Luckily, we only walked three floors before we found a dead end underneath the spire, and it was too late to turn back. Let's get back to the surface and take a closer look at the spires and the ...... nearby."

"I ...... say" At this point, Feng Bujue interrupted their conversation.

I saw him staring at the dead fish, raised his finger and pointed upward, and said weakly, "The entrance to the lower part is gone......

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked and looked up.

At this moment, their fright value all surged for a while.

"Sorry, I didn't see the disappearance either." Feng Bujue continued in an indifferent tone, "After coming down, my attention turned elsewhere, and it wasn't until you said 'turn back' that I instinctively glanced upward, and it turned out to be ...... There was nothing left on the ceiling. ”

"Uh...... In such a short period of time, the door was removed silently and without leaving a trace. Honghu wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns with a not-so-obvious action, "I really can't be careless for a moment......

"Nope. I don't think it's about being cautious or not. This kind of rogue setting used in nightmare scripts can be summed up in four words: 'unpreventable'. Feng Bujue continued, "Take the situation at this moment as an example...... The stone chamber in front of us has no light source of its own, and it has to be lit by our own lighting equipment......" he said, searching around with the searchlight on the catapult, "and our eyes will naturally follow the light. He paused, "As for the darker places, it's easy to overlook." "Speaking of which. He shone his searchlight at the ceiling. "The ceilings are quite high. Generally speaking, no one will look up and stare at it. So, there will always be a while...... All five of us were out of sight of the movable door. And in that time, anything can happen......" he smiled, "huh...... In fact. Even if it's just for a moment, n kinds of things can happen, and the disappearance of the entrance is just one of them......"

"Stop! I'm guessing you're going to start scaring people again. "I know you're probably being alarmist, but I still think I'm going to be scared, so please shut up as soon as possible." ”

"Imagination is the source of fear, your worst enemy." Feng Bujue said, "It's better to let me say it and analyze it on the surface......

"Why don't you do it...... I hit the ceiling or the ground with a meteor punch. "And then there's the way." You're just going to be crazy. ”

"Ah...... Frankly......" Feng Bujue shook his head, "I think...... If you use the Meteor Punch here, there is a 50% chance of not being able to break through the wall, a 30% chance of causing the building structure to collapse, a 10% chance of triggering a rebound and other fatal consequences, and 10% ...... will succeed. ”

"Good! Then I'm going to try. "The imagination lowered his head, and he picked up his arms to fight.

"Hey! Do you understand Chinese? There is a 90% chance that it will fail! Feng Bujue shouted.

"Don't worry. A hero is a man who can turn the impossible into a possibility! Brother Xiao Ma responded in a temperamental tone of middle two, and he was about to do it at that time.

"Wait." Uncle Waste Chai suddenly shouted at this time.

"Don't stop me, I've already made up my mind...... "Brother Pony waved his arm, "God...... Horse...... Stream ......"

Smack-

The whimsical speech came to an abrupt end.

Because...... A strong hand, which was placed around his neck, aborted his movements.

"Don't you understand when you stop it?" But seeing that Uncle Waste Chai was with one hand, he lifted his imagination into the air.

This scene made Jibu and Honghu shocked, and Feng Bujue just raised his eyebrows and lightly said, "Oh? "Yes.

In the next second, I saw Uncle Waste Chai step on his feet and rush out like a tiger. He clamped his whimsical neck and slammed forward, and after three steps, there was a "bang" sound...... The whimsical back hit the wall on the side of the stone chamber.

"You, yes, who?" Uncle Waste Chai stared at the "whimsical" in front of him and asked word by word.

"Save ...... Help ...... life" This "whimsical" expression became distorted, and at this time he could only barely stand on tiptoe, otherwise it would be difficult to breathe, but he still struggled to shout in a voice that was about to die, "He's crazy...... He was accused by the monster...... Kill him! ”

When the other three heard this, they looked at each other and were silent for a few seconds. Then, the three of them came up, and they all put on a very leisurely posture, watching this "wild imagination", and asked one by one: "Tell me, who are you?" Where is the real Little Pony? ”

"I ...... It's just ......" that imposter still wants to make a final struggle.

"You have three flaws." But Feng Bujue directly interrupted his words, and raised three fingers and said, "First, your disguise is too contrived, the real Little Brother Ma is not as stupid and cute as you, he is just a hot-blooded fool." He lowered a finger and added, "Second, in the vast majority of cases, we (players) can't attack our companions, but Uncle Wastewood has successfully attacked you, which shows ...... You're not Brother Pony at all, and you've been somehow recognized by Uncle Wastewood. He lowered another finger, "The third ......"

"Third...... And the most important point. Honghu next to him took over the conversation and said coldly: "Imaginative, he will never put on your kind of expression and beg others to save him." ”

After a brief silence......

The guy who was restrained by Uncle Waste finally put away his painful look and turned to a sneer.

"Hmph...... It's all ridiculous reasons. "In my opinion, it is not convinc......ing," it said, "but it gives up its pretense and reveals its true face."

I saw that its costume and body gradually merged into one, and turned into a black humanoid creature. Judging by the silhouette of the body, it is difficult to tell whether it is male or female. Its hairstyle appears to be bald, with normal human ears growing on either side of the head; Its face also has black and white eyes, the bridge of its nose, and its mouth.

"Hmm...... Could it be that you are ......" Feng Bujue said with a grim expression.

"Hmph...... Yes, I'm just ......" The other party answered in a rather smug tone.

But Feng Bujue continued: "...... Help Conan send hundreds of innocent people to prison...... Petty theft, murder, and all kinds of evil deeds - 'criminals'! ”

"Offend you uncle!" "Now is the time to complain!" ”

"You're right." Honghu said: "In my opinion, it is the top priority at the moment to quickly exert torture, dispel the arrogance of the other party, and ask for the whereabouts of Brother Xiao Ma in one fell swoop." ”

"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke......" Feng Bujue responded easily on the surface, but in fact...... His untimely joke was also a temptation. He mainly wanted to see the reactions of the other three teammates to see if there were any other fakes mixed in.

"You can guess who it is." Feng Bujue naturally continued the previous sentence, looked at the imposter and said, "Right? The Soul of Imitation. ”RP