The gambler took a step back in shock. At the same time, he immediately knelt down on one knee, raised his gun and aimed around, while holding his breath and listening carefully.
The surroundings were as quiet as ever.
The gambler waited for two minutes without moving.
There was still no movement outside.
The gambler used the night vision goggles to assess the situation inside the house. He just took a quick glance without taking a closer look.
There was nothing else in the room except Feng Lang lying on the ground in the middle.
After thinking about it, the gambler took off the night vision device on his head and put it away, then turned on the bright tactical flashlight attached to the side of the rifle.
The cold white light cut through the darkness and shone on Feng Lang's unblinking face on the ground.
The gambler did not move his gun and squinted his eyes to observe carefully.
There was no reaction in the face of strong light, his eyes were missing, his nose was not inflamed, and he was obviously cold.
He looked around.
The ground was a dilapidated wooden floor that was infested with mold and insects, and the surrounding walls were peeling off, revealing the blue-black stone tiles behind it.
This place does not look like a wealthy family, but rather like a remnant building that has been baptized by wind and frost for decades... While thinking, the gambler moved to Feng Lang's body in a half-crouched position, and put his hand
On the side of his neck.
There was no pulse, but the body was still warm, indicating that he died not long ago.
The gambler felt surprisingly calm at this moment.
I had always been on tenterhooks before, not knowing when the danger would come.
Although he was alone now, he was not so nervous now that something had happened.
He no longer wore night vision goggles, but the gambler took out the infrared thermal imaging camera assembly and hung it on the left side of the M4A1, while cautiously walking out the door.
The footsteps made a creaking sound on the old wooden floor. The gambler's eyes were alert and he glanced at the thermal imaging camera from the corner of his eye.
In the other five rooms, there is a heat source. Judging from the shape, they should all be human bodies.
The gambler's expression became more serious.
He pushed open the door on the opposite side and walked in to take a closer look.
Sure enough, this person is Master, a middle-aged muscular man with a mustache who likes fortune telling but is almost 1.9 meters tall.
He also has no muscles, fat and internal organs in his chest and abdomen, and there are also no eyeballs in his eye sockets.
Same as Feng Lang in the previous room.
The gambler did not hesitate or stay. After being alert and making sure that the room was safe, he immediately left the room and headed to the next room.
Liuying, Goutu, and Wangchuan, it was indeed the three of them who died in the three rooms at the back.
The gambler is certain that what he sees is not an illusion.
Because including the smell of mold and blood in the room, the touch temperature of the corpse is all real.
And the most important point is that the torn clothes on these corpses are their original clothes, which are clothes that do not fit the background of this era.
No matter how strong the dungeon character is, it is impossible to break through the shield of "Hell". This is the experience he gained from several previous missions!
He had encountered a similar thing in an ancient supernatural dungeon world before. The "dead" companion that time was wearing a different costume from the original one, so he recognized the illusion that time and escaped death.
Now there is only one last room left.
If the person inside is also dead, and it's as he guessed, then this mission... no, this time it's really more dangerous.
Taking a deep breath, the gambler carefully opened the door with his gun raised in a vigilant posture.
In the room, a man was tied up and lying on the ground like a dead salted fish.
Seeing someone come in, the dazzling flashlight light shone on his face, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, "Who?"
The gambler breathed a sigh of relief.
Wang Quan is not dead, so that's okay.
He cautiously leaned over while on guard. He did not rush to untie the hemp ropes that tied Wang Quan's hands and legs, but asked: "Are you Wang Quan?"
"Of course it's me!" Wang Quan gritted his teeth and said, "After encountering the thick fog last night, I was knocked unconscious from behind and brought here. All day long, only an old man with a dead face gave me a bowl of water. I just heard
I heard the old man's footsteps. He seemed to have thrown something into the nearby rooms. What's the situation over there?"
The gambler's heart trembles, and then he relaxes.
Sure enough! The "Wang Quan" I met during the day was fake!
Just as they guessed!
Now it is estimated that "Wang Quan" did this. They were probably brought here because they somehow triggered the "script killing" of "Wang Quan" when they were exploring the road together!
According to Wang Quan, the old man with a dead face should be the old housekeeper he saw today.
The expressions on Feng Lang's and others' faces when they died were horrified and disbelieving. It was probably because they were not alert and the situation was serious.
But except for the newcomer Wangchuan, everyone else is an experienced player, and through this day's observation, the gambler is very sure that none of those people are stupid.
So I was caught off guard when I encountered an attack.
In this case... the person who took action must be someone familiar to several people! And then they were defeated one by one!
Who is someone they are familiar with and not defensive about?
Only Wang Quan!
The gambler calmly continued chatting with Wang Quan, but made no move to untie the rope for him.
Wang Quan on the ground said helplessly: "No, Ding Yifan, do you doubt me?"
The gambler was startled, and his doubts about Wang Quan dissipated a little.
Ding Yifan is his real name.
He definitely never mentioned this name after he entered this world. Not to mention Wang Quan, even Feng Lang and the others didn't know his name.
If Wang Quan knows his name, there is only one possibility.
He is the real Wang Quan.
Because "Hell" will set up a character background for himself in this world, it is normal for Wang Quan to know his own name when he was growing up with an old classmate with whom he had some disputes.
But there is one last point that needs to be tested.
The gambler stared at Wang Quan, "Where is the foreign gun I gave you yesterday?"
Wang Quan's eyes were full of impatience, "It's in my arms. What, you want to take it back? Hey! What are you doing?!"
The gambler ignored his noise, but reached out and took out a pistol from his arms.
The silver M1911A1 is the one given to Wang Quan yesterday.
The one I gave away today is black.
The gambler breathed a sigh of relief, untied the hemp rope binding Wang Quan's hands and feet, and then returned the gun to him.
Wang Quan stood up and patted the ashes on his body, took the gun and said angrily: "What, is there a second Wang Quan in this world?"
The gambler suppressed his impatience and explained to him with a smile that Feng Lang and the others were all dead, and now the two of them had to escape together.
Wang Quan was about to say something, but his eyes suddenly turned frightened, and then he was about to raise his gun.
The gambler reacted immediately, turned around in an instant, raised his gun, and took aim, all in one go!
The next moment, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Because now there is a person standing at the door of the house.
The man had a faint smile on his face and was wearing a navy blue single-breasted suit.
That handsome face...a gambler will never admit his mistake!
Because he was chatting with the other party just a moment ago!