Located in the southeast of the town, the delicious kitchen is a cliff near the sea, with the undulating outline of the mountains and forests in the background, the terrain is slightly higher, and when you look out of the window here during the day, you can even see the endless sea, the white lighthouse, the boats floating on the sea, the cool sea breeze blowing slowly from the sea, occasionally looking at it for a long time, the golden light of the sea will dazzle, there is no better resort than this.

The delicious kitchen at night is a completely different scene.

Thick fog rises from the deep sea, and the white milky fog, climbing up the black cliffs, envelops the red house as if it were substance.

The red waning moon rises from the end of the forest, and the dim moonlight casts on the dark side of the house, reflecting the bone-like walls and floors, casting ghostly shadows.

The sleeping town is quietly surrounded by thick fog, and the delicate and strange small houses are isolated from the world, like ghost ships sailing in an unknown direction on the mysterious sea.

In the dim room, the air smelled of moisture and dampness, there were no street lights outside, only the dim moonlight quietly spilled into the room, under the hazy red light, Lan Lan lay on the bed on her side with her eyes closed, breathing steadily and long.

"Squeak-" The old wooden door made a tooth-aching tremble, and someone pushed open the door and entered.

The cold breath poured into the bedroom along the door, and no footsteps were heard, and on the floor of the room, a terrifying black shadow quietly appeared, and there was a squirming movement from behind.

The spring bed made a less obvious 'squeak' sound, Lan Lan's back sank, and a behemoth lay behind him.

...

Early in the morning of the third day, Lan Lan, who was not awakened by the screams, slept until she woke up naturally, Snow did not lie on the bed as usual, put his hand into the futon, it was still cold to the touch, how long has this person been up?

She stretched, sat up from the bed, and pulled back the curtains, the light rising from the horizon tinting the entire sky a pale pinkish-purple.

It's a good day, but it's not a good day.

Lan Lan glanced at the clock hanging on the wall, six o'clock in the morning, it was the same time as yesterday.

Today is extraordinarily quiet, probably because the group of players, after experiencing what happened before, has already been mentally prepared.

Was it the second or third floor that happened last night?

Lan Lan thought so, put on her coat and went upstairs, she was very concerned about the [Sacrifice Marked] last night, and was going to see if the player was alive first.

The empty hall seemed very wide, the stone floor was glowing with a faint dark blue, the stone walls were filled with wet water droplets, and the air was still salty and seafoody, and I breathed a little heavily.

Lan Lan keenly noticed that the water vapor in the air was heavier, "Is it almost the rainy season?" ”

It seems that the rainy season in the delicious town will rain a lot, and there may be tornadoes and typhoons, thinking of the picture in Maury's memory, Lan Lan feels that if it is really the rainy season, I am afraid that the days will not be too good...

However, the terrain here is so high that it won't be flooded, right?

Lan Lan went up the stairs to the second floor, the entire second floor was quiet, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, but it was not obvious, it seemed that there were no dead people here last night.

The sun shone on the floor, slightly dispelling some of the gloomy feeling in the air, and the entire second floor seemed to be empty, and all the guest room doors were closed.

Lan Lan, who was about to turn around and go up to the third floor, noticed that there were some strange scratches on the doors and doorknobs of each room, long thin white marks...

This pose?

Lan Lan walked to the door and stretched out her hand, imitating the trajectory of the scratches...

Somebody, want to open the door and go in.

...

While thinking about it, Lan Lan heard a faint voice coming from the third floor.

The voice was very low, and the person who spoke was probably very emotional, and the speed of speech was also very fast, so that she couldn't hear clearly, and could only hear vaguely, as if she was saying something 'dead', 'overnight', 'will die'...

I couldn't hear any movement on the second floor, Lan Lan felt that the players probably went to the third floor, and it seemed that it was the third floor that had an accident last night...

That [Sacrifice Marked], that is, the player who lives on the second floor, it seems that after being marked, it will not be sacrificed to the God of Harvest for a short time.

Lan Lan felt that there was an indescribable and subtle pity in her heart...

But there were so many players who entered the auditorium yesterday, maybe it was the sacrifice that was sacrificed last night, not this one, maybe?

In short, let's first see if there are any clues on the player who died last night.

The difference between [Sacrifice] and [Sacrifice Marked] is still unclear.

With this mentality, Lan Lan stepped on the stairs on the third floor, and as soon as she stepped into the third floor, Lan Lan noticed a strange atmosphere.

The aisle on the third floor is long and narrow, with the sun in the back, and the room where the accident happened is close to the inside of the third floor, and the players are crowded in front of that room.

Sunrise pulls out a long shadow from the narrow window, and the branches outside the window are like a pair of silent ghost hands, silently reaching behind the player's back.

There were a lot of players in the hallway, but there was no sound of walking or talking.

Jojo, Cui Li, the members of the Pink Muppet, Rapunzel and Rapunzel's companions, a total of six people stood on one side of the room, and Cui Li and the members of the Pink Puppet surrounded Jojo on the innermost side with ugly faces.

In addition, the five players, who were a mixture of old and new, were angry, standing on the other side of the door, and the [Sacrifice Marked] actually had a vague meaning of becoming the center of this group.

Six on one side, five on the other, each looking at each other defensively, the already narrow aisle was surrounded by water.

Lan Lan observed these players for a while, Qiao Qiao and Cui Li, as well as their companions, this group of people is very strong, and they naturally exude the aura of belonging to the strong.

There is no obvious panic in the face of any situation, which is very rare, especially the irresistible affinity and charm of Cui Li, which makes Lan Lan care very much.

When exploring the town, the team had a clear division of labor, led by Qiao Qiao and Cui Li, who seemed to be full of experience, and at first glance it was a tacit understanding honed in long-term cooperation.

They had the most clues in the quickest time, and the most rare thing was that they were too stable to explore the auditorium in the first place when they heard that it was a safe house.

It stands to reason that the best players like Qiao Qiao and Cui Li have an advantage in terms of numbers and their own forces, and they should have the upper hand in the confrontation between the two sides.

But at this moment, Lan Lan felt that the two parties were standing on the same level, why?

The other party is just a rabble formed by a group of new and old players.

In the silence, she noticed an unusually anxious atmosphere, what was just talking, I also want to hear it...

What happened to these players? Wasn't it okay when we had dinner last night? It seems that there is a lot of harmony between talking and laughing?

Lan Lan couldn't understand, when she didn't come up just now, she was still talking?

Why did she become the voice of the team as soon as she came up, right?

Don't hear me at all?

At the very least, let me squeeze in to see the dead one...

It's too stingy too...