"Who's next?" The lieutenant sitting in the passenger seat asked a little casually.

Fang Xunyi said: "From Xie Qingfei, we got three very important pieces of information. ”

Wei Chiran looked out the car window and said, "Tell me." ”

Fang Xunyi said while driving: "First, when you first enter the game "Real World", the system will prompt you whether to use yourself in the real world as a game character; Second, an hour in the game is equal to 5 minutes of real time, and a day in the game is equal to two hours in real life. Third, if you choose yourself as the game character, then after entering the game, the system will read your memories of the previous day, but it cannot immediately make adjustments to the relevant scenes in the game, etc., and it will not change until you log in to the game again after you go offline. ”

Wei Chiran looked at Fang Xun and said, "Why does the system prompt you to use yourself as a game character in reality?" This is a key point, and it can be seen from the previous experience of Qi Yuan and others that it seems that the purpose of the game designer is to make it unclear whether people are in the game or in reality. ”

Fang Xunyi nodded and said, "Yes, Xie Qingfei said that he almost didn't find out when he entered the game for the second time, because it was too real." ”

Wei Chiran carefully recalled the projection world created by PW's imitation of "The Real World", and subconsciously said: "I really don't understand, why can the game be so real? It's so real that it's almost indistinguishable from the real world, is the corpse painter's Treasure Weaving Dream really that magical? ”

Fang Xun recalled: "The legend is so magical, but the story of the corpse painter's treasure weaving dream is very scattered, and it can hardly be pieced together, and the corpse painter is not as protective of this treasure as other sects, as if he feels dispensable." ”

Wei Chiran frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

Fang Xun recalled: "As far as I know, the corpse painter seems to think that Dream Weaver is a treasure that can benefit the world, and since it is a treasure, it should not be exclusive to their sect. ”

Wei Chiran closed his eyes and said, "Okay, then who is the next person?" ”

Fang Xun recalled: "The next one is in the Northwest District. ”

Wei Chi opened his eyes suddenly: "How is it in the Northwest District?" Who? ”

Although Wei Chiran used to work as an errand in the Northwest Police Station, he only knew some people, and he was worried that someone would recognize him, so he was a little nervous.

Fang Xun recalled: "This person's name is very strange, his name is Leng Yan, and the information says that he opened a coffin. ”

Wei Chiran thought for a while and said: "There are several coffin shops in the northwest region, and I don't have any impression of the boss called Leng Yan. ”

In Chinatown, coffin shops are still popular, although cremation is also practiced here, but people with wealthy families will still buy their own land for burial, even if it is cremation, the coffin will be pushed into the incinerator along with the person, the main reason is that the coffin here is different from other places.

When Fang Xunyi drove to the door of the coffin shop, Wei Chiran had a little impression, but fortunately, he didn't have much to do with this family, so the people in the store shouldn't know him, but they must have heard of Wei Chiran's name, after all, there were two policemen in the entire Northwest District before.

"Hua'an Real Estate?" Fang Xunyi read the name of the shop, "What kind of property is the coffin shop called?" ”

Wei Chiran said: "This is the characteristics of the coffin shop in Chinatown now, you can take a closer look at the appearance of the three coffins placed inside, as well as the surrounding models." ”

Fang Xunyi really didn't know anything about this, and after he walked into the store, he didn't find the coffin that Wei Chiran said, and it wasn't until Wei Chiran stretched out his hand to point that he realized that a building model in front of him was the so-called coffin.

The coffin is the same size as the general coffin, but it is different from the traditional Chinese coffin, it is a very formal rectangle, but the coffin is surrounded by reliefs, which is no different from the architectural model at first glance, and even the coffin lid is designed to look like the roof, to put it bluntly, it is to carve the appearance of a coffin into a building or even a real estate.

Fang Xunyi looked at it carefully and praised it sincerely: "This craftsmanship is really amazing." ”

Wei Chiran said: "You see, there are all kinds of styles, there are ancient Chinese palaces, there are European medieval styles, you look at the group of medieval styles over there, and there are Gothic styles. ”

There are three coffins in the center of the store, and the shelves on both sides are neatly arranged with various coffin models of different styles, and there are prices below for customers to choose from.

Wei Chiran said again: "Ordinary people can't afford these coffins, look at the price." ”

Fang Xunyi looked at the prices around him, the cheapest one was 200,000 yuan, and it was 40,000 or 50,000 yuan when converted into Chinese currency. But even if you can afford these exquisite coffins, you don't necessarily have the economic strength to buy land for burial, so it is generally burned with the coffin, which is like burning a paper house in the traditional sense of the Chinese, so that the deceased can also have a place to live after going to another world.

At this time, a man in his early twenties came out of the back room yawning and asked mechanically, "You two, do you want to order a coffin?" We have a lot of styles here, you can look at them first, if you don't understand something, I will explain it for you. ”

The man's words were utterly perfunctory, his eyes were very misty, he yawned several times as he spoke, and scratched the back of his hand from time to time, feeling very impatient.

Wei Chiran said: "Hello, may I ask your surname?" Is it the boss here? ”

The man yawned again: "My name is Sun Zheng, and I'm just the lobby manager." ”

What the heck? The coffin shop and the lobby manager? In other words, this person is not cold.

Fang Xunyi asked, "Manager Sun, is your boss here?" ”

Sun Zheng immediately looked a little unhappy: "The boss is not here, just tell me about the coffin, if you are looking for him to have something, then you have to wait, he is not here now, and I don't know when he will come back." ”

When Wei Chiran wanted to say something, Sun Zheng said: "The two of you, please." ”

After speaking, Sun Zheng turned around and walked to the back room, no longer caring about the two.

Wei Chiran looked at Sun Zheng's departing back, and then looked at Fang Xunyi.

Fang Xunyi shook his head, and just as he was about to say something, a thick male voice came from behind him: "Are the two of you here to make a coffin?" ”

Wei Chiran and Fang Xunyi turned around and saw a man in his forties standing at the door, he had an inch of hair, he looked very fierce, he had a strange tattoo on his neck, he was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket, a tape measure and a compass hanging from his waist, and he was holding a motorcycle helmet in his hand.

Wei Chi subconsciously looked at the man dressed like a biker, and just nodded silently.

The man said: "I take the liberty of asking, who did the two of you help to make the coffin?" Man or woman? How old is it? ”

Fang Xunyi asked, "Are you the boss?" ”

The man nodded and said, "Yes, I'm the boss, my surname is Leng, don't you ask what you call the two of you?" ”

Wei Chiran and Fang Xunyi informed the man that their names were Geng Yun and Zhong Shan according to the fake identity given by the lonely army.

When Fang Xunyi said that he was Zhong Shan, Leng Yan was obviously stunned.

Wei Chiran noticed this detail, and subconsciously thought, could it be that this Leng Yan knows Zhong Shan? It was also because of this detail that Wei Chiran thought of something.

Leng Yan said: "Please sit down, I'll make tea for you, and then talk slowly." ”

When Leng Yan walked into the back room, Wei Chiran asked in a low voice: "Yi Ye, which profession in the alien way is related to the coffin?" ”

Fang Xunyi asked rhetorically: "Why are you called Yiye again?" ”

Wei Chiran said: "I can call it whatever I like, why do you ask these useless things, just answer me." ”

Fang Xun recalled: "Only the person who opened the coffin has a direct connection with the coffin. ”

In ancient China, when the large civil family had to open the coffin where the ancestors of the family had been buried for special reasons, they would hire a talented person through special channels, and this kind of person was the coffin opener.

There are nine taboos for those who open the coffin: one taboo does not know what to take when the coffin is opened; Second, it is taboo not to enter the genealogy of the deceased; Three taboos: the sun, the moon, and the stars; 4. Taboo: fornication, gambling, tobacco and alcohol; 5. Do not harm the living family of the deceased; Six taboos: no heavy money is charged for opening the coffin; The heirs of the Seven Taboo Masters are heirlooms; 8. Don't believe in God and don't worship God; Nine taboos: greedy for life, leaving the sun and abandoning the soul.

Moreover, the coffin opener is also one of the three most important sects among the twelve sects of the heretical way, and because of this, the folk will spread the phrase "open the coffin in western Sichuan, drive out the corpse in Xiangxi, and master the land in western Jin", that is to say, the coffin opener, sewing thousands of corpses and the earth phase in the heterodox are the most powerful and mysterious of the twelve professions of the twelve sects.

Wei Chi nodded and said, "That's right, I guess this cold word is the person who opened the coffin." ”

Fang Xun was puzzled: "Why? ”

Wei Chiran said: "When I saw Xie Qingfei's name in the list, I was thinking if this was a coincidence? Besides, the tasks assigned to both of us by the lone army are related to the different ways, plus this coffin shop, and the cold reaction when you just said that your name is Zhong Shan, all of which make me have to doubt his identity, as well as the purpose of this game. ”

Fang Xun recalled: "You mean, the game is designed for people in different ways? But Qi Yuan, Wang Lei, and Chiva are not heretics. ”

Wei Chiran said: "Maybe they are just experiments, or maybe the designer wants to hide something, in short, it is better for us to wait and ask Leng Yan directly, so as to avoid misunderstanding." ”

As he was talking, Leng Yan walked out with two cups of tea, changing his previous indifference and having a smile on his face.

The three of them sat down at the only table, and asked coldly, "Who are the two of you helping to order the coffin?" ”

Fang Xunyi glanced at Wei Chiran, and Wei Chiran said: "Mr. Leng, don't hide it, we are people in the same way, we came to you for something, if I guessed correctly, you should be the one who opened the coffin, right?" ”

Leng Yan looked dazed: "What kind of fellow person, what kind of person who opened the coffin, I don't understand what you are talking about." ”

Wei Chiran smiled, subconsciously picked up the teacup, and was about to drink tea, but found that Leng Yan did not look at him anymore, but looked away.

Wei Chi put down the teacup, and immediately stopped Fang Xunyi, who wanted to drink tea: "This tea can't be drunk." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Yan suddenly overturned the table, and at the same time, pulled out two stick-like things from under the table and attacked directly towards Wei Chiran.