"In addition to the serial killings in the next city, there have been many similar serial killings before. However, the serial killings we found were all vicious cases where the murderer was very cruel. The death of the deceased was so tragic that he was arrested.
Promote it vigorously.
"Of course, what I said is of no use. The dungeon does not want us to explore the origin of ghosts and what happened in the past. The dungeon just wants us to escape for our lives, so most of the background information that is useful is hidden.
"
When he said this, Chu Changge pushed up his glasses: "But it just so happens that there is a fortune teller in this copy."
As he spoke, he looked at the girl in black robe.
Gu Mian also set her sights on the fortune teller. If this female player in a black robe traveled back to medieval Europe, she would probably be tied to the gallows and burned to death immediately.
The fortune teller smiled sheepishly: "You also know that fortune telling is not omnipotent, just like I can't predict the mathematics paper for this year's college entrance examination..."
Gu Mian thought of the college entrance examination event: "I guess there will be no math questions in this year's college entrance examination."
The fortune teller cleared his throat and continued: "I can't divine specific events, but I can divine whether certain things have happened. Of course, the failure rate is not low. If I fail in fortune telling, I won't give the wrong answer.
But I can’t predict what I want to know at all…”
"Because only the pendulum is a special item obtained from the dungeon, now I have the lowest failure rate when using the pendulum for divination," she said, taking out her own pendulum. "When I predict something, if it rotates clockwise, it will
It is a positive answer, turning counterclockwise is a negative answer, and it will not turn if the divination fails."
Chu Changge pushed up his glasses:
"I asked her to divine whether the murderer of the Ziyang City serial murder case was a ghost, and the pendulum rotated clockwise.
"Whether ghosts have committed multiple serial killings, rotate clockwise.
"Whether there are players among the first few batches of people who were killed, the spirit is still there... It can basically be determined that the ghost is killing the players who enter this instance in a serial murder manner."
When Chu Changge said this, Grassland suddenly interrupted. He frowned, with a strange look on his face: "No, doesn't the dungeon clear the data and start over every time it accepts a batch of players? They were killed before.
The data of dead players should be cleared."
Ming Yue next to her also had a strange expression on her face.
The fortune teller had some anxiety on his face: "Unfortunately, Mr. Green... Grassland, according to my fortune telling, the dungeon mechanism does not seem to be what you thought."
After witnessing Gu Mian's feats in the Sweet Lover dungeon, the diviner's world view was shattered. She began to doubt the game and conducted many fortune-tellings on the game's side.
Using the professional divination game mechanism obtained from the game, it is like the character written by the author running out to kill the author, which is basically impossible to succeed.
But the fortune teller succeeded. Although she had failed countless times before, she finally succeeded in spying on the secret of the game.
Of course, the divination about the game was only successful this time. I used the pendulum quiz to find out that the timeline of the dungeon has been moving forward.
It’s unbelievable, but I have to accept it.
Grassland's frown never relaxed, as if he didn't believe what he heard, and Yueguang next to him was probably infected by him, and he also frowned slightly.
The fortune teller raised his head: "My ability is limited and I can't always divine. I don't know why the questions Chu Meiren asked just now are so energy-consuming..."
The implication is that I don’t have the energy to continue, so you can do whatever you want.
Chu Changge looked at her: "I still have something to confirm about the serial murder case. It should be possible without divination, but it may take some time."
When he was talking, Mingyue suddenly interrupted: "Isn't our task to survive? Is it necessary to understand everything in the past? Does understanding these things help us survive?"
Chu Changge did not hesitate and said very honestly: "It doesn't help."
"Why don't you study these things? It's better to think about how to survive... It's as if you traveled back to ancient times and found that you were framed in bed with a man, but instead of thinking about how to get out of trouble, you studied this.
Which year, who is the emperor..."
Gu Mian silently glanced at the female player Mingyue. She must have had some vicious poison in her head.
The fat man fell into deep thought: "What's wrong with me lying in bed with a man?"
Chu Changge ignored it completely. He looked at the fortune teller: "You can't continue anymore?"
The fortune teller ignored Mingyue's vivid descriptions, and she frowned in confusion: "I don't have enough energy, but there is still a divination method that I can use, because it basically doesn't use my energy... but it's quite dangerous.
"
Mingyue said angrily: "Are you listening to me?"
Please pen fairy.
Gu Mian had never considered this kind of thing as a divination method, but the fortune teller swore that it was indeed a form of divination.
At this time, a piece of white paper was placed on the table, with a black gel pen lying on it, and a white candle placed next to it. The fat man went to the small shop downstairs to buy it.
The fortune teller sat on the side of the table: "Many people have tried to ask for pen fairy, but in fact they are not successful. It was only after I became a fortune teller that the probability of success was greatly improved, but there is also the possibility of failure. The failure I am talking about is not what it is.
Not even invited, but...invited some messy things."
The fat man leaned over and said, "Is this the reason why you invited the doctor with you?"
At this time, Gu Mian was sitting opposite the fortune teller, reaching out to poke the gel pen on the table.
"If you ask for a doctor, you probably won't be able to hire anyone. Why don't you hire someone else?" Fatty made a sincere suggestion.
"I'll try it first," Gu Mian turned to look at the fat man, "If it fails, I'll take your place."
The fat man winced and took a step back: "I wish you success."
Grassland and Mingyue were watching from a distance. They felt that several other players were acting strangely, and they started playing with some kind of pen fairy as they talked, saying they wanted to explore the secret of the serial murder case.
"Are you sick?" Mingyue stared at them from a distance and spoke softly.
The grassland next to him nodded in agreement.
Kotomaru looked up at the time and saw that it was already 2:50 in the afternoon. Nearly one-third of the forty-eight hours had passed, but still no one died.
At this time, Gu Mian had already grasped the pen holder and crossed the fortune teller's hands. The tip of the pen was suspended a millimeter above the white paper, with a lit candle on one side.
Gu Mian asked: "Do you want to recite a spell?"
The fortune teller shook his head slightly: "No, the candle will be extinguished when the pen fairy comes, and it will light up again when it goes out."
As she spoke, she looked at Chu Changge beside her: "You have already thought about what to ask, right?"
Chu Changge nodded silently.
And while Grassland and Mingyue were watching coldly from a distance, and Xiao Qiao was lying on the side staring curiously, Gu Mian suddenly felt that the room suddenly became colder, and it was the coldest around her.
It was as if the door of a refrigerator nearby suddenly opened, and then something cold seemed to be thrust into their interlocked hands. Gu Mian squeezed it slightly, like a cold hand.
At the same time, the candle suddenly went out, and he felt the hand of the fortune teller opposite trembled: "Here he comes."
"Quick question." The fortune teller turned to look at Chu Changge.
Chu Changge stared at the white paper and spoke slowly: "The number of people killed by ghosts in the serial murder cases in Ziyang City."
Isn't it eight? Mingyue looked at Chu Changge strangely. Ziyang City was right next door. Whether he searched the Internet or asked other people, the death toll he got was eight. Why did he ask this?
At this moment, Gu Mian felt that the cold hand that had entered began to move. It started to move the penholder, and slowly drew a number on the white paper——
"9"
Everyone else who saw this number also choked, nine died?