There is a treachery in people......

Something in your teammates?!

Fang Shu's brain went blank for a few seconds, and he woke up to a nightmare that realized the meaning of these four words.

The bottom of his heart was so cold that he couldn't help it, Fang Shu pursed his lips and wondered: "Could it be Zhang ......?"

"Shhh

Yan Lan opened the Dharma record, her eyes were slightly downcast, "Go to the theater." ”

Fang Shu nodded, pushing open the door to the safe passage.

The Xiqu Theatre is closest to the museum.

The line that Yan Lan had drawn worked at this time, the ruins of the underwater Dragon Palace did not obstruct them in the slightest, and even the safe passage was still a normal incandescent lamp, which was convenient for her to browse the records.

Kowloon Amusement Park opened in September 1985 and abandoned at the end of March 2001, there are 17 articles about the "Dragon God Festival", except for some template records, there are two of the most interesting.

First record in 1985:

[The dragon raised its head, the reservoir was different, the big fish came out of the clouds, the nine heads were faceless, and the fish body was snake-headed. The Taoist wanted to lead the thunder to drive him away, and then the leader ordered him to capture it and use the "dragon energy" to build the Kowloon Amusement Park. ]

There is also the last record of 2001:

[Xin Si Nianlong raised his head, overflowing when he was full, turning evil into evil on nine sides, reproducing and seizing the soul, stripping the identity of others, perfectly hiding in the crowd, non-ontological and unknowable.

[Humanize evil, evilize people, there is no distinction between a thousand faces, and it is difficult to distinguish between evil and evil. On the high-level, the order was sealed in the paradise.

[The ritual is hurried, as follows: three offerings of golden apples, nine meat, three balsam (paper), and finally six dragon's heart bone incense sticks.] Using the reservoir as an obstacle, the evil dragon that is trapped and wants to change. ]

The tip of Yan Lan's tongue touched the roof of her mouth, and her eyes were a little interesting, and she suddenly felt that this evil was a little interesting.

In the past two years, she has been purifying her heart and maintaining her health for physical reasons, and it can even be said that she has been incognito, and now that she is back, she still has to make a good fortune.

"Sister Lan," Fang Shu couldn't let go in his heart, "Is it the evil that has mixed in with the player, or has the evil ghost replaced the player?" ”

"It's all possible, depending on when the evil spirit spreads out of the clone."

Yan Lan clasped the ritual record, gently tapped it in the palm of her hand, and slightly considered her words:

"The nine-headed dragon is able to strip off the doppelganger, use the doppelganger to absorb the memory of the person, obtain the person's form, habit characteristics, and social information with maximum efficiency, and then replace it.

"In a way, the doppelganger has played the replaced person perfectly, and even the doppelganger doesn't even know that he is evil."

This is a bomb that is controlled only by the body, almost perfectly hidden.

"Then it's troublesome."

Fang Shu said worriedly: "I don't even know my identity as an undercover agent, so how do we know how many faces the humans around us have?" ”

"A few faces......

Yan Lan paused slightly, and the picture of the nine-headed evil dragon roaring quickly flashed in her mind, and she opened her phone and looked at the screen:

[February 20, 2023, 23:35 Monday, overcast]

"I see." Yan Lan suddenly laughed.

"What is that?" Fang Shu ear tip, immediately asked.

"Ask less, use your brains more."

Yan Lan raised her hand casually and stuffed the golden book into the pocket of her white coat, "Look at it yourself." ”

"Hey, Arashi—"

Fang Shu saw her turn into the theater, and sighed helplessly and funny:

"I've been using my brain for so many years, and it's hard to ...... Why do you want me to use my brain? ”

The page turns.

Fang Shu's gentle eyes gradually sank, and when he saw the last record, he had completely lost his temperature, pulled the corners of his mouth and buckled the golden book, and his voice cooled:

"A bunch of garbage, it's all bad."

……

"Once raw and twice cooked."

Yan Lan lifted the curtain and walked onto the stage, and the smell of blood rushed into her nose first.

The yin and yang fish on the jade-colored thermos cup changed from black and white to light red, swimming vividly.

"Don't go up, don't get sick."

Yan Lan exhaled deeply, relieving her tense nerves, "It's not time to go crazy yet." ”

The rotating yin-yang fish stabilized, and the blood color gradually faded.

[wtf？ This thermos cup is still a magic weapon?! ]

[Can't you see?] Outside this cup is Kunlun jade, yes, it is the kind of jade that can calm the mind and absorb the spirit, and it is carved with a spirit rune! ]

[Damn, you can recognize the one in front, why didn't you say it earlier!] You're an afterthought]

[It's not a thermos cup into a fine, tangled in what to do with this.] Am I concerned about when I can see her sick? ]

"You're here."

On the edge of the stage, the delivery boy in the blue rider suit looked up at the voice, his eyes slowly focused, and his red eyes were full of the vicissitudes of consternation.

"You ......"

"Feng Xuanming."

Feng Xiaoming shrugged his eyebrows, "People can't be saved, and there is nothing left." ”

Yan Lan let out an "um", looking at the mess and blood stains on the ground, as well as the debris left behind by the black snake tearing up the food.

"The evil cult failed to kill, it was your own hands."

She had deliberately calculated the location of the hexagram before, and in addition to the Dragon God Incense case, there were three items in each of the other locations.

What's more, the time of the explosion was 23:29, and the countdown has not yet cleared.

“…… Be. ”

Feng Xuanming pursed his lips and was silent for a few seconds, then nodded.

There were still two blood stains on his hand, and two shriveled flesh skins the size of a palm were paralyzed in a pool of blood.

Yan Lan stepped onto the stage and bent down to wrap the two skins with wet wipes.

There is no system prompt.

Time has been absorbed, and with the death of the two people passed completely.

"Tell me about it."

Yan Lan's tone was calm, and she was not moved, "I'll hear if there are any clues." ”

"We ...... We first listened to a play here. ”

Feng Xuanming slowed down, raised his finger to the fluttering costume above his head, and his voice was hoarse:

"Those things sing."

Yan Lan looked up at the iron frame above the stage.

The environment under the reservoir is humid, no one has maintained it for more than 20 years, and the iron frame has long been mottled and rusted.

Several sets of bloodstained rotten costumes hung high on the iron frame, and the wind from somewhere blew these tulle rags, like a hanging headless figure in a trance.