The gambler is a well-known righteous line, even if it is not well-known in the group of deducers, but it is also a very distinctive person to mention.

The reason why the righteous path line is called the righteous path is precisely because the style and style are imprinted with deep moral traces.

The interpreter of the righteous path has always been popular, and in the righteous group, everyone is glad to have a trusted companion, and in the alienated group, everyone welcomes someone who can follow the normal route of deduction, and in the degenerate group...... The degenerate of the depraved line also didn't mind having one more guy who was more convenient to use.

But this is not to say that people on the right path are good people who do not know how to be flexible, sacrificing themselves to fulfill others - the deducers who can live to the level of differentiation are not so stupid.

The so-called righteous path is nothing more than a group that has chosen to maintain order and goodwill after being accustomed to the evil in deduction and reality.

There are people like Ren Yi who are serious and a little old-fashioned, there are people like Zeng Lai who are delicate in their escapes, and naturally there are also extreme, "ruthless" people who are dedicated to justice in their hearts.

The deduction of Alice's hell happens to be a special deduction generated for the evil in the hearts of "people", which makes Zeng Lai, who is good at plotting, lose the space to play his strengths, and instead, he encounters something he doesn't want to encounter.

The Cryer.

The pale red light reflected on the door, which was surrounded by roses, stained the door with an erosive and dangerous color.

The Wailer was here for some reason, banging on the door with a loud bang, and the whole door was shaking.

"Help me!!" The mournful cry penetrated the eardrum, causing the veins in Zenglai's forehead to beat faintly.

The expression on his face faded, impatience, frustration, and nervousness all faded, and the light fell on him, filling the delicate wounds on his wheat-colored skin with a sense of destruction.

There is a cat's eye on the door.

Zeng Lai sighed silently and looked into the cat's eyes.

On the other side of the door, a female ghost covered in blood and half of her head had been torn off opened her mouth with all her might, letting out one desperate howl after another.

Her body was twisted, several joints were misaligned, and a casual glance revealed that the elbow skin of the Wailer's right arm had been pierced by a milky white bone.

The cryer's lips were still sewn with threads, but she ignored the pain of her lips being torn, and forced the threads to lengthen, creating an opportunity to open her mouth.

This is Zeng Lai's corresponding ghost, and his current situation can be said to be very dangerous.

Because the screamer is obviously not the type to attack directly, just like her, she seems to be miserable at any time to fall to the ground, and it is not too much to say that she can be knocked down by Zeng Lai's punch. She will only appear on the other side of the door, and the conditions for killing people are also based on the choice of the deducer by the door.

"I know you're out there...... Will you help me? The cryer seemed to know that someone was looking at her through the cat's eye this time, and raised her face to look at Zeng Lai through the glass mirror, she could only see a small black hole, two lines of blood and tears left from the broken eye socket, and there was a faint pleading in her voice, "I really can't stand it...... I don't want to die...... I don't want to ......"

Zeng Lai's breath stagnated, knowing that this was the power of magic transformation and distortion in Alice's castle, but he still couldn't help his heart pain, and he felt stuffy, as if he had been pinched.

He gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, and endured not to respond.

It's really a dead end.

He still remembered what the tour guide nun said, when he ran into his corresponding ghost, he could only run, even if he got the corresponding props.

Therefore, other deducers may be able to give the right way to deal with the cryer, but he can't, whether he responds or not, opens the door or not, he chooses the wrong way.

"Ahh!!hh Help me!! The girl's hoarse and shattering voice scraped like a knife on Zeng Lai's eardrums, stabbing hole after hole in his mind, and he opened his mouth and took a step back.

"Are you leaving? Wait, you're leaving me alone, aren't you!! The cryer's voice suddenly became vicious, and he paused, knowing that he could not go back the way he came.

Because, this is no longer a weak version of the cryer with a closed mouth, but a "full-body" cryer who can open his mouth, for him, leaving is also a choice—a wrong choice.

The wrong choice represents death.

Zeng Lai closed his eyes, he didn't believe that a struggle-level deduction could push him to the point where he couldn't do anything.

There must be something that has been overlooked, and there must be a way to survive against your own ghosts.

"You're not leaving...... You didn't go, why didn't you open the door!? Why don't you save me!? You're trying to kill me, aren't you? The cryer's screams grew louder and louder, and it was clear that her patience was running out.

Zeng Lai was silent for a moment, and a rune paper appeared in his hand.

A piece of yellow rune paper was "snapped" by him and stuck to the door of his head and began to burn.

The flames flickered, and the burning power did not cause harm to Zeng Lai's use, only brought a little heat.

He was like a zombie, and his body became a little stiff.

[Sacrifice: Corpse Control Gamble]

[Form: A piece of yellow rune paper pasted on the head of a jumping zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform]

[This sacrifice has been fused with the "Personality Mask • Gambler", and the fusion ability is: (1) Attached to the head of zombie-like ghosts, the rune paper burns, which can cause a confinement effect, and the specific time is determined by the difficulty of deduction and the target level. (2) Sticking it to the door of one's own head, the rune paper burns, which can reduce the hostility of any kind of ghost creatures, reducing their hostility to infinitely close to zero. During this time, you will be stiff and fragile, limited in your movements, distracted, and unable to resist any human aggression against you, and will not be able to use other sacrifices. When the yellow rune paper is burned, the hatred of the ghosts for you is doubled. The combustion process is irreversible and cannot be stopped. 】

[Description: I don't know what step the source of its image is, in short, it is the product of the lack of imagination of gamblers.] Whether this rune paper is still strong, alive or dead, it all depends on the user's trade-offs. 】

[Note: What is the use of such rune paper?] You don't think people are safer than ghosts, do you...... What a strange thought, when you can't resist, do you think everyone else will help you? No! They'll give you a knife! 】

This was the first time Zeng Lai had used the power of this sacrifice (2), and the reason was that, as the system commented, he did not dare to use it in front of others in any deduction.

As long as others know that his sacrifice will make him fall into irreversible stiffness, someone with a heart will definitely take advantage of this and give him a merciless backstab...... After all, after so long, he has offended a lot of people.

Therefore, only now, when no one sees it, can he use the [Corpse Control Gamble] to buy himself a certain amount of time to survive.

In this case, the crying and banging on the other side of the door were weakened, and the cryer seemed to be hesitating for something, and the cry gradually became smaller, but she did not leave, waiting in place, as if she did not intend to give up easily.

The burning rate of the yellow fu is very slow, and at this rate, it can be burned for about half an hour.

Half an hour...... Zeng Lai exhaled softly, stiffened his body against the door, and slowly slid down to the ground.

Speaking of which, a sacrifice that can bring the user half an hour of ghost safety time will definitely make people envious, jealous and hateful. But because of its negative effects, Zeng Lai had to be stiff for half an hour, and if only one person stabbed him at this time, he would die.

Today, though no one was around, the bad news was still coming - the Weeper didn't just leave, like many of the ghosts who switch targets when their hostility wanes, but waits behind the door.

Half an hour later, if he hadn't come up with a workable solution, he would still have to face his own ghost and meet the fate of being killed.

At this time, he had a little hope that Yu Xing would come to him and find a way to help him avoid this dead end.

Although this is just a ridiculous expectation, it is unlikely to come out - after all, even he himself does not know where this place is, how can Yu Xing find him in the more than forty minutes after he falls?

"Oh, that's bad luck...... My luck isn't so bad, is it? Does that guy think Lao Tzu doesn't know that he is the younger brother of the woman Ren Yi killed some time ago? Restricted in his movements, Zeng Lai leaned against the door and sneered silently.

The figure of an emaciated young man wearing black-rimmed glasses suddenly surfaced in his memory, the young man's black hair was not very well groomed, and he was messy all year round, and his cold eyes often only contained words such as "strategy", "information", and "research".

"Ren Yi, Ren Yi, don't you know that Lao Tzu is going to be implicated by you today...... Damn, being a brother with you may be the beginning of bad luck. ”

Although he was chattering in his heart, Zeng Lai's eyes were very calm, thinking of the paralyzed face with whom he had the best relationship in the guild, and even an inappropriate smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Without his reminder, his brother would probably not have shaved for a long time, would have gone to the barbershop to fix his hair when he realized that his vision was blocked, stayed up all night for days to hand in the analysis report, and finally woke up hungry when he fell asleep.

Zeng Lai's thinking has been affected by the [Corpse Control Gambling], and it is a little sloppy, and it has inexplicably diverged to others. He looked at the firelight from the yellow rune, the bright red roses blooming around him after the firelight, and the pieces of minced flesh strung by the roses, and felt that the small wounds all over his body began to radiate pain. There was also the occasional burst of crying in his ears, which was very noisy.

He murmured silently, "If I die here, you poisonous and unkind fellow, you really won't have any friends." ”

Two seconds later, the muscular-looking young man shook his head violently, a movement he had been able to do with all his might in a stiff state: "Phew! Why do you make it like saying your last words...... What kind of flag is Lao Tzu setting for himself, what a fool. ”

Zeng Lai scolded himself very decisively.

He bit his tongue, not wanting to bite the bleeding, and stopped when he felt the pain make him focus a bit.

"Half an hour to go...... Lao Tzu must find out the loopholes, and the death node of the struggle-level deduction will not be irreversible! ”

"That's how gambling is used, I bet I'll survive."

"Ren Yi's conscienceless kid won't miss me just because I'm dead."

"Damn, retarded, what are you thinking about Ren Yi at this time, isn't it good for Lao Tzu to personally urge him after he goes out, not to assume that he has no friends...... Oh no, I'm losing concentration again. ”

The influence of loose thinking was very obvious, and Zeng Lai slowed down for a while before he returned to a state where he could think.

The glow of the burning fire of the Yellow Rune Paper was a bit glaring, and he simply closed his eyes and began to distract from distractions, trying to remember that the cryer would be the cause of his "past sins".

Memories flooded back, and Zeng Lai soon realized that the cryer was not exactly his sin, but ...... His demons.

……

Zeng Lai is not very old now, and five or six years ago he was an ordinary high school student who was underage.

He doesn't study seriously, he secretly plays games under the crotch of the table with his classmates in class every day, and often has a cross-team team with the brothers in the next class.

He doesn't like to study, but he has a smart brain, and he can barely mix in the top ten of the class without much study, and the sports are good, and the sports meeting is the hope of the whole class, whether it is among teachers or students, popularity is not covered.

At that time, he fought wits and courage with the head teacher every day, made an appointment with his classmates to play basketball after school, and was laughed and scolded by other brothers in the playground because he received mineral water and confessions from female classmates, "Take off the single is a dog first", which was all his fun.

This kind of life, although there is the pressure of the college entrance examination, is calm and youthful.

Until one Friday night.

On that day, he wanted to take advantage of the weekend to go home, because it was winter, and it got dark early, even if there was no evening self-study on Friday, it was already dark when he left school.

The school was already remote, almost suburban, and since he had stayed on duty for more than half an hour, there were not many people on the way to the bus stop when he came out, only a school girl he had met a few times followed him.

I have met a few times, because every time I go home on a weekend, Zeng Lai can always see this schoolgirl, but they have not spoken, let alone know each other, they only stay at the level of familiarity - in fact, he is the only one who thinks so.

The schoolgirl confessed to him on the unmanned platform.

Zeng Lai really doesn't have any plans to fall in love, he is not interested, but he takes his relationship very seriously, and he doesn't want to start a relationship initiated by others casually. He was accustomed to refusal, thinking that as usual, there would be no follow-up to the refusal, but the school sister may have a fragile heart, and cried on the spot, not even taking the bus to the station, and running to the dark alley not far away with her schoolbag.

The street lamps on the other side of the alley are in disrepair and have not been lit for nearly a month, and Zeng Lai is worried that the girls will be irritated and encounter danger at night - in fact, there have been rumors of this lately, and many students have heard of it.

So he followed, intending to persuade the other person first, so that the other party could go home safely.

But...... When he ran into the alley, he found that the man was missing.

It stands to reason that the girl's small arms and legs are not difficult to chase, but he didn't delay for long, why did he lose his target?

His keen instinct made him hold his breath until he heard a cry for help, his pupils shrank, and while running to the call for help, he sent a message and located his table at the school, so that the table could call the police if he didn't receive his message after five minutes.