"I guess you believe it, otherwise I wouldn't have the chance to sit here and talk to you now, right?"
Wang Quan was just shocked for a moment, but he has recovered now.
After all, he is twenty-seven years old and has been beaten up in society for six or seven years.
As long as you think about it for a moment, you will understand that if the other party really intends to kill you, there is no need to tell you this in a showdown.
Just put yourself in someone else's shoes. For example, Wang Quan himself has no plans to showdown with Feng Lang and the others.
"Of course I will believe you." Miss An still covered the lower half of her face with the folding fan, her eyes were clear and black, "But will you believe me? Believe me, a bad woman who killed her father and brother?"
Wang Quan looked very loyal and upright, "Of course, I believe you have your own reasons. If you are the kind of murderer who kills people for no reason, then I can't sit here and chat with you."
Bad woman?
I, Wang, just like bad women!
As we all know, men like darkness.
And he could indeed see that no matter what she was, this girl was not bad in nature.
This is what Wang Quan is best at - observing words and emotions.
He can often find out the other person's true character through communication, and then from the other person's expressions, eyes, and even some subconscious actions.
This is one of the reasons why his blind dates have always failed.
Miss An did have a lot of secrets in his observation, but she shouldn't be a bad person.
Moreover, her eyes would reveal a bit of sadness and loneliness from time to time, just like Wang Quan himself who worked overtime until early in the morning and went home alone, lying on a cold bed and listening to the Internet.
Mainly, this is also to survive.
If he just said "I don't believe it", the result...he wouldn't dare to think about it.
Sure enough, An Wanying's reaction was what he thought.
"I do have my reasons, but I can't tell you yet." Miss An put down the folding fan and asked doubtfully, "What is the purpose of those people? And where did they come from?"
Wang Quan said seriously: "They are not good people!"
"Then should we kill them?"
"Forget it, just tease them."
Wang Quan sat upright, "Actually, I'm not from here either. I actually came here in the 1990s."
Miss An smiled brightly, "I know, I know you are not from here, but I didn't expect that you came here in the nineties. Your ninety years later...are not the same as here.
The world?"
"You can say that, but except for not having so many wonderful things, my place was almost the same as here ninety years ago." Wang Quan shrugged.
"Wonderful thing? Is it... like this?"
Miss An tilted her head slightly and raised her left arm.
The next moment, the fragile white skin of her left arm shattered and spewed out a large amount of blood.
Along with the sound of bones breaking, her entire left arm turned into a gray-white wing.
The wing skeleton is exposed, and the feathers on it are all white and blood-stained bone spurs. At the tip of the wing is a deformed skeletal hand with four slender fingers.
Wang Quan was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what to say.
Although I know that you are not a normal person, and you also know that I know that you are not a normal person, there is still a layer of window paper, and we can just have a tacit understanding.
Now that you are so direct, what do you want me to do?
This feels really scary, but one of Wang Quan's favorite comics is "Big Sword".
You may not believe it if you tell me, but when he first read animations and comics, he had dreams of hugging blond and silver-eyed big sisters when he went to bed at night.
So when faced with Miss An's strange and fierce wings, not only was he not afraid, he even felt cool and handsome!
"Can I touch your wings?"
"Okay~" Miss An stretched out her fierce wings.
Seeing that Wang Quan was still hesitating, she tilted her head and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will definitely not hurt you."
After a pause, she added, "Even if you want to hurt me, I won't hurt you."
"What about those people outside?"
"I don't know~" Miss An continued to tilt her head and act cute, but what she said was very scary, "Mr. Wang, if you want them to die, you can."
"Their crimes are not serious, we just use each other, and I always avenge myself."
Wang Quan thought for a few seconds and gave a rough explanation of what he heard and guessed about the people.
I also touched her wings by the way.
hard!
Very hard!
Other than that he had no other thoughts.
But just being handsome is enough.
After he touched it, the bones of Miss An's left wing made a crunching sound that made the roots of her teeth sore. The entire arm turned back into a human arm skeleton, and then the outer skeleton was covered with muscles, blood vessels, nerves, and then skin.
A glistening white arm that could be broken appeared again.
She picked up the folding fan on the table and gently tapped her round chin, and said thoughtfully: "So I just need to cooperate with you in playing the role of fiancée?"
"Absolutely." Wang Quan said with a smile, "Miss An, you just need to receive them normally and arrange for them to stay tonight. With the urine of these guys, they will probably explore Mansion An tonight."
Miss An blinked, "Do you want everything to be normal?"
"It's okay to scare them, so that they can come and beg me." Wang Quan explained, "I might have to rely on them to get home."
"Go home..." Miss An murmured, and then quickly said, "Don't worry, leave it all to me, I will help you."
Wang Quan nodded and said with a bad smile: "Then shall we go and meet them?"
Miss An also showed the same evil smile, "Okay~"
............
At this time, in the reception room——
"The 'investigation of the truth' mentioned in mission three, if combined with the background story, should be the investigation of the truth behind the mysterious deaths of Mr. and Mrs. An and the young master and his wife, right?"
Feng Lang raised his head and glanced at Liuying, "How are you doing there?"
"It's not that good. The old butler just stood there with a dead face. No matter how I spoke to him, he didn't respond." Liu Ying twirled her fingers, then her expression returned to seriousness, and she lowered her voice and said, "But there is one thing.
I have observed in detail that I saw no other servants along the way, including when I talked to you just now, and I saw no trace of any other servants at all."
Feng Lang nodded in approval, then looked at the gambler.
The gambler smiled and said: "I don't know anything now, and I can't say anything. I'd better wait until I finish reading. Didn't the mission goal say that he would go find his fiancée? Let's take a look first and then talk about it."
Feng Lang looked at the others again.
The cute little boy in Wangchuan shut up on his own initiative, and Feng Lang didn't pay attention to him either.
Goutu was a martial artist, so she didn't say anything.
Finally, Feng Lang turned his attention to the master.
The master stroked his mustache, squinted his eyes and said, "Based on the information I collected before and my past dungeon experience, we are taking it a little too easy.
"You have to know that starting from the Sansei Stone level, it is normal to not survive a day in a mission world, let alone this world of the highest difficulty.
"You have to know that many worlds have that kind of curse and victory-weary technique. Especially since we are all technological props sects, the possibility of encountering this kind of world is higher. Maybe we have already been attacked but did not react.
When the time comes, we may die directly or inexplicably."
Feng Lang frowned. It was obvious that he had also thought of this.
Not only him, there is no fool here, even the new Wangchuan probably feels this kind of fear.
"In this way, we must take the initiative to take action." Feng Lang explained, "Actually, you haven't paid attention to one thing. After entering this world, there are time reminders. This is the first time I have encountered it.
"Do you think we will die immediately if we fail to complete all tasks or a certain part of the task by a certain time?"
"Time?" The gambler recalled carefully, "I remember it was the year of Dingmao, the month of Guimao, and the day of Yichou. The year of Dingmao was 1927. Wangchuan has already said it, which day is next?"
They only know that this is the Republic of China, but Shanghai in the Republic of China was not called Magic City, and even Magic City was never the official attributive word.
But this part of the world is called the Magic City, and they wandered around for a while in the morning. There was singing and dancing everywhere, and no soldiers were seen in the foreign concessions.
Including the song they sang last night in the thick fog accompanied by the cheongsam girl riding a rickshaw - "Waiting for You to Come Back".
That song was from the 1940s, which obviously didn't match the time period mentioned in the background.
This should be an imaginary world, but a specific time is given...
"I know this!"
Wangchuan raised his hand, and everyone turned their attention to him.
Wangchuan's face flushed with excitement, "I really like this era, so I am also good at calculating the lunar calendar. If the month of Guimao is the day of Yi Chou, it is April 1st!"
"April Fool's Day?" Feng Lang frowned, "But that was yesterday, today should be April 2."
He raised his head and said: "Wangchuan, think about it carefully, if it is related to death... By the way! When was the Qingming Festival in 1927?"
Wangchuan blurted out, "April 6th!"
"I would rather believe it..."
"That means there are still four days before the 6th."
Several people looked at each other, and Feng Lang finally made the decision, "That's it. Let's visit the An Mansion tonight and try to find out the truth tonight. Even if we can't find it, we must find some clues."
Several others also agreed.
At this time, footsteps sounded, and several people became energetic.
The next moment, Wang Quan pushed the door open and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, what are you talking about?"
No one answered.
Their eyes were attracted by the cheongsam girl following Wang Quan.
This dreamlike appearance... they had never seen before.
brush--
Miss An gently spread out the folding fan in her hand, covering half of her face, "Hello, I am Mr. Wang's fiancée. My surname is An, my name is Wanying, and I am also...the owner of the An residence."