The area of this third stone room is still the same as the previous one, but the difference is that there is nothing inside.
"It's quite clear at a glance..." Uncle Good-for-nothing looked around with a flashlight and said, "Not only is there nothing, there is not even a trap door leading to the lower level..."
"Is this a dead end?" Tianma Xingkong said.
Atobe continued: "I think it's possible..." He paused, "Didn't we see many spires when we were on the ground? Maybe only one or a few of them can lead to the bottom of the temple, and
Everything else is a dead end."
"Well, that makes sense." Uncle Good-for-nothing nodded in agreement, "The possibility of this situation is very high..." He thought for a while and said, "We were in a hurry when we entered the temple, and we didn't have time to conduct surveys at all.
I just randomly picked a tower top and climbed down, so...it's normal to take the wrong path."
"Agree." Honghu also agreed, "I speculate... there should be some kind of prompt outside the temple - to point out which spire or spires are the correct access." He breathed, "Huh... luckily...
We only walked three floors before we discovered that there is a dead end under the spire. It's still too late to turn back now. Let's go back to the ground quickly and carefully investigate the spires and nearby..."
"I said..." At this time, Feng Bujue interrupted their conversation.
He stared with dead eyes, raised his finger and pointed upward, weakly chanting, "The entrance down has disappeared..."
"Ah?" Everyone was startled and looked up.
At this moment, their fright levels surged for a while.
"Sorry, I didn't see the specific disappearance process." Feng Bujue continued in a calm tone, "After I came down, my attention turned elsewhere. It wasn't until you talked about 'turning back' that I
I instinctively glanced up, only to find... there was nothing on the ceiling."
"Uh... the door was removed quietly and without leaving any trace in such a short period of time." Honghu wiped away the cold sweat on his temples with a less obvious movement, "It really took a moment.
Don’t be careless…”
"No, I don't think this has anything to do with caution. This kind of rogue setting commonly used in nightmare scripts can be summed up in four words: 'unpreventable'." Feng Bujue continued, "Take the current situation as an example... we
The stone room in front of us does not have any light source, so we have to rely on our own lighting equipment to light it..." As he spoke, he used the searchlight on the catapult to look around, "And our line of sight
, will naturally follow these lights to move." He paused. "As for those relatively dark places, they can easily be ignored." At this point, he shined the searchlight on the ceiling, "Here
The ceiling is quite high, and generally speaking, no one would raise their head to stare at it. Therefore, there will always be a period of time... none of the five of us look at the trap door. And during that period,
Anything can happen..." He smiled, "Ha... Actually, even for just a moment, n kinds of changes may happen, and the disappearance of the entrance is just one of them..."
"Stop it! I guess you are going to start scaring people again." Atobe quickly interrupted, "Although I know you are probably being alarmist, I still think I will be scared to death. So please shut up as soon as possible.
."
"Imagination is the source of fear and your biggest enemy." Feng Bujue said, "It's better for me to say it and analyze it openly..."
"How about this...I'll shoot a meteor punch at the ceiling or the ground." Tianma Xingkong interrupted at this time, "Then there will be a way. You can't think too wildly."
"Ah... Frankly speaking..." Feng Bujue shook his head and said, "I think... if you use Meteor Fist here, there is a 50% chance of not being able to break through the wall, a 30% chance of causing the building structure to collapse, and a 10% chance of triggering a rebound.
Such fatal consequences. There is still 10%... that will succeed."
"Okay! Then I'm going to try." Tianma Xingkong lowered his head, raised his arms and was about to hit.
"Hey! Do you understand Chinese? There is a 90% chance that you will fail!" Feng Bujue shouted.
"Don't worry, a hero is a man who can turn the impossible into the possible!" Xiao Ma responded in a middle-class tone, and was about to take action at that moment.
"Wait a minute." Uncle Good-for-nothing suddenly shouted at this time.
"Don't stop me, I've already made up my mind..." Brother Ma waved his arms and said, "Heaven... horse... flow..."
Snapped--
The wild voice suddenly stopped.
Because... a strong hand pinched his neck and stopped his actions.
"I told you to stop, don't you understand?" Seeing that the good-for-nothing Uncle Lifted Tianma Xingkong up with one arm.
This scene shocked Atobu and Honghu, but Feng Bujue just raised his eyebrows and said softly "Oh?"
The next second, I saw the good-for-nothing Uncle stepped on his foot and jumped out like a tiger. He clamped tightly on Tianma Xingkong's neck and moved forward. After three steps, with a "bang" sound... Tianma Xingkong's back hit the stone chamber.
On the wall on one side.
"Who are you?" The useless uncle stared at the "unconstrained" thing in front of him and asked word by word.
"Help...help..." This "unfamiliar" expression became distorted. At this time, he could only stand on tiptoes, otherwise it would be difficult to breathe, but he still struggled to shout with a voice that was about to expire,
"He's crazy... He's controlled by a monster... Kill him!"
The other three people heard this and looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then, the three of them gathered around and stood in a very leisurely posture, watching this "unfamiliar" and asking each other: "
Tell me quickly, who are you? Where is the real Brother Ma?"
"I...just..." The fake still wanted to make a final struggle.
"You have three flaws." But Feng Bujue interrupted him directly, and raised three fingers and said, "First, your disguise is too artificial. The real Brother Ma is not as stupid and cute as you.
He is just a hot-blooded fool." He put down a finger and continued, "Secondly, in most cases, we (players) are unable to attack our companions, but Uncle Good-for-nothing successfully attacked you.
This means... you are not Brother Ma at all, and you have been found out by the good-for-nothing uncle in some way." He put down another finger, "Thirdly..."
"The third...is also the most important point." Honghu next to him took over the conversation and said coldly: "He is so powerful that he will never put on your expression and ask others to save him."
After a brief silence...
The guy who was restrained by the good-for-nothing uncle finally put away his painful expression and turned to sneer.
"Hmph... all are ridiculous reasons." It said, "In my opinion, they are unconvincing..." Even so, it still gave up its disguise and showed its true appearance.
Its clothing and body gradually merged into one, turning into a black humanoid creature. Judging from the outline of the body, it is difficult to tell whether it is a male or a female. Its hairstyle seems to be bald, with long hair on both sides of the head.
Normal human ears; the face also has black and white eyes, nose bridge, and mouth.
"Well...could it be that you are..." Feng Bujue said with a stern look on his face.
"Humph... that's right, I'm just..." the other party continued half of the sentence in a rather proud tone.
But Feng Bujue continued: "...Assist Conan to send hundreds of innocent people to prison... He commits petty theft, murders and goods, and does all kinds of evil - 'prisoners'!"
"I'm sorry for your uncle!" Atobe shouted, "Is now the time to complain!"
"Atobu is right." Honghu said, "In my opinion, the most urgent task right now is to use torture quickly to dispel the opponent's arrogance and find out the whereabouts of Brother Ma in one fell swoop."
"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke..." Feng Bujue responded easily on the surface, but in fact... his inappropriate joke was also a test. He mainly wanted to see the reactions of the other three teammates.
, to confirm whether there are any other fakes mixed in.
"You can guess who it is." Feng Bujue continued the previous sentence naturally, looked at the impostor and said, "right? The soul of imitation." (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, Novels.
