The restaurant is very large, with a long table in the middle, so long that people sitting at both ends can only shout and talk. There are a few empty plates and forks scattered on the white tablecloth, as well as three other items.
Four fallen candlesticks.
There is a chandelier directly above the table, which is larger than the one in the living room, but it is no longer lit. The lighting in the dining room relies on those wall lamps.
The wooden chairs were arranged in a messy manner, and some of them were lying on the ground and had already formed spider webs.
When Xi Yuruoli heard the system prompt, she paused for only a second, and then continued searching, with the expression on her face still as cold as ice.
It was Sadling Xiaogu who spoke first: "The big brother who looked very powerful is dead."
"Awesome?" Xi Yuruoli said, "How can you tell?"
"The level is relatively high, and he is still a professional player." Sadling replied.
Xiyu Ruoli picked up a piece of tablecloth with his sword, and without stopping the search, he casually replied: "Our level will also become higher, and we can also 'call ourselves' professional players."
"Cousin...you are quarreling with me again." Bei Lingxu raised his eyes and looked at Xi Yuruoli and muttered: "Now that professional players are dead, does it not matter that you are still so calm?"
At this time, Xi Yuruoli took out a letter from under the table and said only four words: "Plot items."
[Name: Ink-stained letter]
[Type: plot related]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Function: unknown]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: The content of the letter is partially obscured by ink and cannot be read.]
She reached out and handed the letter to Sadling Xiaogu, and said at the same time: "It is unlikely that this thing was originally under the table. It must have been reset after the death of the 'Invincible Brave Man'."
Sadling took the letter, unfolded it and read it, then put it into the bag on his waist and licked his lips: "Well... assuming this letter is one of the clues to crack the main plot, one possibility is,
The person carrying this letter will be attacked by some unknown force in this room and will be in a very dangerous situation, so..."
"So are even professional players dead?" Siyu continued.
"Hmm... But it's very strange." Bei Ling said: "There are four of them, why only one died, and the one who was the strongest? Could it be..."
"There's no need to say 'Don't'." Feng Bujue's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in from the door: "Obviously, we are acting separately."
Both Xiyu and Beiling turned to look at him, and Feng Bujue continued: "And judging from the fact that he has already thrown himself into the street, this 'strongest' should also be marked with question marks."
"His level is higher than yours, and he is a professional player." Xiyu said to Feng Bujue, and she directly copied the words Bei Ling used to convince herself.
"My level will also get higher, and I can also 'call myself' a professional player. Does that mean I'm strong?" Feng Bujue replied casually.
Sadling covered her mouth and snickered, almost laughing out loud.
Xiyu Ruoli's expression changed slightly: "How long have you been here?"
"We just arrived, what's wrong?" Feng Bujue asked. He indeed didn't hear the previous conversation between the two, he only heard the last words of Bei Ling.
Siyu was silent for two seconds and said, "Did you discover the side mission of the Ghost Palace?"
"Yes." Feng Bujue replied: "I found the first and fifth paragraphs. Did you find the other two paragraphs?"
Sadling shook his head and denied, "No, I encountered a lot of traps along the way."
Xiyu said again: "What exactly is a ghost palace? Is it words? Or is it an object?"
"It's a poem." Wang Tanzhi also appeared at the door of the restaurant, with Long Aomin next to him.
"Well done." Feng Bujue said, "Which section did you find?"
"The good news is... we found two sections." Long Aomin said.
"The bad news is... we can't carry it down." Wang Tan looked not ashamed, but proud.
"Maybe retell a few sentences that are impressive," Feng Bujue said.
The two of them exchanged four or five short sentences.
After listening, Feng Bujue said: "It should be the second and third paragraphs..." Then, he did something amazing. He told the two paragraphs that Xiaotan and Brother Long had found in full, and asked them
right.
"Brother Jue...what's going on?" Wang Tanzhi asked in surprise, "Are you following us secretly?"
"This room is based on my memories in reality. In fact, I am a serial killer, and this is one of my strongholds." Feng Bujue said calmly: "The 'Ghost Palace' you see is
I wrote it on the wall when I had nothing to do."
Wang Tan's jaw seemed to be dislocated, his mouth was open, and he looked at Feng Bujue with wide eyes, his mind was in a mess.
Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue said to him: "The only one who hasn't realized that this is a joke is you."
"Hahaha..." Long Aomin suddenly laughed out loud. He quickly understood that Feng Bujue was joking, but he didn't think it was funny, but Wang Tanzhixin's reaction when he thought it was true was really speechless.
"This crazy gentleman, now that you've finished your jokes, can you tell us the actual situation?" Sad Ling said: "Not only do you know the order of those paragraphs, but you can even recite the content, you must know the poem 'Ghost Palace'
Where did it come from?”
Feng Bujue said: "This poem comes from Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher". I believe this script is also based on this article." He moved a stool and sat down: "Have any of you read it?
?"
"No~" Except for Xiyu Ruoli, the other three people replied in a long voice, like primary school students answering the teacher's questions in unison.
"It's okay if he doesn't have it. In fact, his novels are not interesting." Feng Bujue said: "Po is a high-end literary ruffian. He is involved in gambling, drinking and everything. He has chased the imperial sister and married a lolita. He has written satire all his life.
Tired, most novels only focus on atmosphere and ignore plot, and sometimes do some opportunistic tricks. For example, at the beginning of "Ligeia", he randomly made up a paragraph and added a dash and said it was by Joseph Granville.
Speech, if there had been a search engine in the 19th century, this guy would have been paraded out by the critics."
"It sounds like you are a die-hard fan..." Xiyu Ruoli said coldly.
"It sounds like you are envious and jealous..." Sadling Xiaogu cast a look of contempt.
"The more I hear it, the more I sound like you..." Wang Tanzhi said.
"Crazy brother, please respect yourself..." Long Aomin didn't know what to say, so he could only persuade him.
Feng Bujue stood up and held on without changing his expression: "I just know a little bit, it's nothing..."
"You can even memorize the poem, so don't explain it anymore." Siyu interrupted.
"This sister..." Feng Bujue said.
"Are you noble? Call me sister."
"This girl..."
"Try calling again."
Feng Bujue took a deep breath: "Like a female hero... Actually, I am quite knowledgeable and memorized..."
"Mr. Crazy, you really don't need to explain to me." An imperceptible smile appeared on Xi Yuruoli's lips.
Feng Bujue was stunned for about three seconds, then turned around and said as if nothing had happened: "The wind is so noisy today..."
Long Aomin felt embarrassed, "Crazy brother, you don't have to worry too much even if it's exposed. Let's continue looking for clues."
Feng Bujue almost spat out a mouthful of blood from his throat, and thought to himself: Why don't you just say the second half of the sentence and it's over? Are the first half of the sentence just a last resort?
"By the way, I was just about to ask you, don't you think it's strange?" Feng Bujue said seriously: "Why are we all walking to the dining room? The structure of this room should change. If we gather together at the same time, will it?
mean……"
Before he finished speaking, there was only a "bang" sound, and the only door in the restaurant closed on its own.
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