The last trace of survival in Mu Qiang's eyes was wiped out, but his spirit was sublimated... That was the highest state of life, no desire or desire.

When he showed everyone the sketches he received last night, he saw the picture of the corpse again, and his mood could not cause any sensation.

He Menglin glanced at him and said, "Actually it's okay, why are you screaming?"

As a player, I have seen many corpses even in the corpse.

Mu Qiang's face turned cold: "You don't have to worry about it."

Qi Tianhe frowned slightly. He remembered that the relationship between the two of them was pretty good when they entered the dungeon.

Breakfast is still prepared by cicadas. Simple vegetable soup with picked fruits is a bit difficult to swallow. But now it is very good to have stuttering, and no one will make more requests.

While chatting at dinner, Qi Tianhe told a story about the spiritual chicken soup to mediate the atmosphere.

Chen Chan suddenly felt a little admiring when she looked at him, and couldn't help but say, "You are so awesome."

Qi Tianhe wondered, but did not realize the amazing point.

Chen Chan whispered softly: "Only you can still be brave enough to be yourself and provide psychological counseling for everyone without any scruples."

Mu Qiang was silent for a moment and echoed: "Indeed."

He is worthy of being a returnee.

These admiring eyes were not mixed with any moisture, as if they were facing a very powerful person.

Ignoring this scene, Qi Tianhe kept his professional smile and finished his meal. After the meal, Chen Chan went to clean up the dishes, while Gu Gu took the initiative to organize the glass fragments left on the ground.

Mu Qiang had another conflict with He Menglin in a short time because of a trivial matter. Qi Tianhe saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he went upstairs and returned to the room at the right time. When the door was closed, his smile gradually faded, and he pondered what he had ignored.

Why do old players show such a weak attitude?

"Are there?" Qi Tianhe suddenly asked in the air.

The parrot said impatiently: "If you have something to say something."

Qi Tianhe suddenly asked: "It is known that the straight line y=6x-k is y=3x^2 is the tangent line, what is k?"

The parrot touched his forehead with his claws, confirmed that he had no fever, and then looked at him with a mentally retarded expression: "3."

Qi Tianhe said with some regret: "I thought I had opened some amazing golden finger."

Everyone can automatically reduce his wisdom when they see him

The parrot felt bored and disappeared again.

When Qi Tianhe lowered his head and thought, he saw the oil stains splashed on his trousers yesterday. He felt that the vegetable soup was still smelling, so he stood up and decided to find out if there were any clean clothes to change into a set of clothes.

There are not many clothes in the wardrobe, but the best one is that it has a complete range of styles and is suitable for every season.

Just as he was about to take out one, Qi Tianhe's hand suddenly froze in the air. Then he took all the clothes out and threw them on the bed. After reading the trademark, he tried it on one after another.

Finally, I started rummaging around the room again. It was very exhausting to move the cabinet. I didn't take long to sit on the bed and breathe. My eyes accidentally glanced at the pillow, my pupils shrank slightly, and I opened it.

Below is a photo, inside, Chen Chan showed a shy and shy smile. The photo was a little old and seemed to be gently caressed by people holding it in their hands.

Qi Tianhe rubbed his temples, and everything was suddenly connected.

The player's name was engraved on the door in advance, and the size of the clothes in the room was perfect for him, just like he had lived here before.

So in this dungeon, players have specific roles that they need to play.

What he needs to play should be a rich man who has a crush on Chen Chan and spends money.

"What did I do..."

Recalling all the actions of yesterday, Qi Tianhe looked desperate.

With a lucky mentality, he went around Feng Jun's room again. The decoration was completely different in style, simple and atmospheric, and the blue wallpaper was full of vitality. There were many outdoor sports products in the corner, the table was messy, and the clothes in the cabinet were thrown away casually.

From the perspective of appearance alone, the homeowner is a carefree, optimistic and cheerful outdoor sports enthusiast.

However, Feng Jun’s performance yesterday did not specifically cater to this personality. He was taciturn throughout the process and had a low sense of existence.

"No wonder he was the first to die," Qi Tianhe frowned: "If it is really a human being, it will be even better than me."

When he recalled the admiration that Chen Chan said in the morning, he immediately realized the profound meaning... He wanted to give himself a thumbs up now. What does it mean to be brave and be yourself? To put it bluntly, he is just a reckless person.

Next, Qi Tianhe sneaked to the rooms of several other players. Sure enough, each room had some clues, such as Mu Qiang, who actually had a painting board in his room. Through the several paintings hanging on the wall, it can be seen that the painter has an adventurous sentiment, but his heart is different from the fragility of the outside.

Feng Jun's death had a great impact on Mu Qiang, but it could make Mu Qiang lose his composure and even yell, which was not without the elements of performing and taking the opportunity to vent.

It seems that there are only two silly Bai Tian among everyone, one is Feng Jun and the other is him, who foolishly choose to take one step at a time.

"It's trouble."

Qi Tianhe restored the searched guest rooms to their original state. If they deviated from their personality, it was one of the conditions for death. If Feng Jun died, it would be self-evident who would be the next one.

It must be too late to repair the dead sheep. When Qi Tianhe went downstairs, he found that Gu Gu and others were still cleaning the villa downstairs. At this time, Mu Qiang had just returned from outside and nailed the found wood to the wall to replace the broken glass window.

Hearing the footsteps, Mu Qiang looked up at Qi Tianhe and did not mention the matter of going to the cliff to explore again.

Qi Tianhe instantly understood the plans of these people... mainly to be stable, to achieve the minimum task requirements, and to survive successfully for seven days. As for investigating the identity of the murderer, there are too many uncertainties in the process, which can easily trigger death conditions.

Seeing that they had made a decision, Qi Tianhe sat on the sofa with some headache. Feng Jun died yesterday morning. Calculated the time, and he probably would have to be sent away before night.

This scene looks different in the eyes of others.

Gu Gu thought to himself that the boss was the boss and he didn't bother to play roles according to the meaning of the copy. According to Feng Jun's death time, it was Qi Tianhe's turn next, but when the crisis came, he remained as if everything was in control.

In fact, everyone has some thoughts. Feng Jun has a good personality before and after entering the dungeon, so he definitely didn't notice the prompts given by the dungeon. However, no one went to give it a special guide. First, he was not very familiar with him, and Feng Jun was holding on, and the first death quota was not over them. Moreover, no one could guarantee that Feng Jun was not a murderer and would receive additional tasks.

"Tsk." Qi Tianhe, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly sighed. The originally small sound fell into the ears of the player who had been observing him, but it was like a morning bell in the evening drum.

Did not notice other players, Qi Tianhe was considering how to get rid of the deadlock, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed unconsciously.

Chen Chan moved to Gugu and whispered in a low voice: "Boss, are you impatient to wait?"

Gugu nodded: "It should be."

This posture must be silently proclaiming: The weak murderer, get up and work, don't waste my time.

"Actually..." He Menglin offended Qi Tianhe on the first day and actively proposed to ease the relationship. He walked up to him and said in a suggestive tone: "You can continue to stay upstairs."

It's daytime now, and everyone gets together. It's not like Feng Jun, and it's basically difficult to wait for the murderer to kill.

Furthermore, if you are alone in a room, if you encounter an attack, you can clear the suspicion of the remaining people and ensure that the murderer is no longer among them.

Think about it, this is a good countermeasure that is the best of both worlds!

...Qi Tianhe looked at him deeply, and saw that this is the world of the game. Human nature is cruel. As a person who touched the rules of death, he was directly blindly expressed to stay away from it and not harm the innocent.

The players around him did not make a sound, obviously they had accused him. Qi Tianhe didn't want to cause a wave of hatred and walked upstairs silently.

When his figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs, He Menglin grinned and cheered for his excellent operation just now, unilaterally declaring that the boss must have changed his mind to him!

Chen Chan coughed lightly on the side, and He Menglin quickly put away his rippling expression to prevent his personality from being so proud.

Qi Tianhe returned to the house.

The parrot flew to the windowsill, lowered his head and combed his feathers, and confirmed that no hair was raised, and said in an educational tone: "The general idea is to pay the price."

Qi Tianhe's psychological tolerance is stronger than that of ordinary people, but the experience of gaming is too shallow.

“I will pay attention.”

After the self-reflection, I began to look at the room, knowing that there is not much time left for myself, so I must take some precautions before the murderer takes action.

Parrot: "There is only one way to go now."

Qi Tianhe raised his eyebrows.

The black bean blinked and the parrot: "Please."

Qi Tianhe told the truth: "I think even if you don't ask for it, you will take action at critical moments."

The parrot subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he thought that he was facing a top student in psychology, he could probably see it even if he was not as good as his heart. He suddenly felt boring and pulled the windowsill with his paws, and the corner of the marble was dug down directly.

"If you don't care about me," Qi Tianhe suddenly said.

There may be danger of exposure when a parrot takes action. I don’t know when the game will be. I will sooner or later rely on external forces.

Time passes every second. Qi Tianhe calms down and organizes existing information. According to the story background of the copy, players used to live in this villa. They have different surnames, different personalities and appearances, and obviously have no blood relationship.

So the question is, why do six seemingly unrelated people live in villas in isolated islands?

While thinking, he went to the end of the corridor. Feng Jun's body had disappeared, probably because he was automatically cleaned up by the game. However, the mottled blood stains on the ground were still there, indicating that a tragedy had occurred here.

Qi Tianhe picked up the crossbow and three scattered arrows, preparing them to be used as a weapon for self-defense.

The parrot reminds: "It is not very useful to use external forces."

Even so, Qi Tianhe was not ready to sit and wait for death. He had already decided to set up some traps in the house.

Parrot: "You meet me, it's luck. This little luck alone is enough to get you ahead of many players."

Qi Tianhe was taking steps out.

Parrot: "Besides, your physique is rare."

It pondered for two seconds: "I have something here that seems to be tailor-made for you, but this thing has its own consciousness and must be recognized by it."

After saying that, a golden book appeared out of thin air and floated in the air, with a skeleton sitting on it, and it was also shining with golden light.

"I ask, you answer." The golden skull had no eyes, but seemed to be staring at Qi Tianhe, with a very rigid voice: "If you have any words against your will, your flesh and blood will belong to me."

After the words came, two golden lights appeared at the foot of Qi Tianhe. Looking closely, there were golden flames, but there was not much temperature yet.

"That's just that we can't tell lies?"

Jin Skull did not answer and began to go through the procedures and asked in a formal manner: "If one day, you have the ability to surrender to the ghosts, what would you do?"

Qi Tianhe thought for a while: "Of course it is to do psychological counseling to make them believe that there is true love in the world and true love in the world."

"..." The golden skeleton seemed to get stuck: "This is impossible."

Qi Tianhe shrugged: "Control, influence, hypnosis... There is nothing impossible to go through a series of processes."

After a moment of silence, the golden light on the golden skull flashed, and he corrected it with a hoarse voice: "You are called brainwashing, not psychological counseling."

Qi Tianhe doesn’t argue, but that’s what he thinks deep down.
Chapter completed!