"Clean it up."
Faced with the cold attitude, Su Er tactfully cleaned up. Meanwhile, he began to ponder the previous host's words "most appropriate" when he left. Thinking carefully, the fortune teller was indeed a master at fixing bugs.
I kept an eye on that side. Just like the last time we met, not only his attire, but also his hobby of carrying a small stool with him remained unchanged.
After making sure the last petal was swept into the dustpan, Suer sprinkled some clean water to suppress the dust.
Ji Heng admired this flexibility.
After the cleaning was over, Su Er said tentatively, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
The fortune teller remained indifferent. He sat on a small stool, casually threw several pieces of broken tortoise shells from his sleeves onto the ground, and began to play with permutations and combinations.
Su Er quietly retreated and took a last look back. He didn't know if it was a coincidence, but the fortune teller happened to be sitting in the position that Dongfeng Jushi liked, which was both sheltered from the light and able to get some wind.
Once upon a time, the latter also lived a peaceful life.
Ji Heng: "It's a blessing in disguise."
Su Er thought about it and nodded: "Zhu Yun once said that women are good at deceiving people with lies, and men are good at deceiving people by telling the truth."
People like Rose Gentleman who never lie are scary.
Of course, the most satisfying thing is that the fortune teller who presides over the dungeon is elusive. In the previous dungeons, we only met a few times.
The two of them found an empty classroom and sat down. Su Er stopped thinking about the host. "Chen Ziwen threatened to kill someone tonight."
His knuckles tapped rhythmically on the table. "There's a deep rift between the twins. We have to stand on our side."
They have grudges against both brothers and need to find a way to resolve them with one of them.
Ji Heng glanced at him and asked, "Who do you want to choose?"
Su Er said without hesitation: "Ghost King."
Zhang Xiaohua was no match for the Ghost King, and Chen Ziwen was also killed by the Ghost King's scheme.
Ghosts have no good or evil, so of course we have to choose the strongest one.
When Ji Heng doesn't say anything, it means he agrees with his opinion.
After reaching an agreement, Su Er looked at the half-full Book of Answers, pondered for a moment, and then changed the subject: "You have always taken a free-range approach to me."
"cough..."
Ji Heng had just unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle he hadn't finished drinking in the morning. When he heard the word "free-range", his expression became a little subtle.
Suhr said calmly, "Analyzing your shortcomings is sometimes more useful than self-improvement."
He now felt like he had a lot of scattered clues, but lacked a key element to tie them together. This feeling must mean something was not done well.
Ji Heng tightened the bottle cap again: "Do you really want to hear it?"
Soul nodded seriously.
"Time." Ji Heng turned his head and looked out the window: "What month is it now?"
Just looking at the flowers, plants and trees, they are all very lush and the weather can only be described as sultry.
"Late June or early July?" Suer was not sure.
It took only a few seconds for him to answer, and he was first shocked and then enlightened: "It was around this time when I graduated from elementary school."
Ji Heng: "The headless ghost mentioned that we would experience everything that happened firsthand, but you only thought that some players would imitate Zhang Xiaohua and sell fortunes."
Su Er was silent for a while, his throat dry: "I was indeed negligent."
"This is just the first point," Ji Heng laughed and asked if he wanted to continue listening.
Soul hesitated and then nodded.
"There are a lot of things in students' drawers that they haven't had time to organize. How many tables like this are there?"
Su Er recalled: "About a dozen."
Ji Heng: "There are about ten players."
Su Er understood immediately: "So the graduation certificates we are looking for are actually those of the dead children?"
"right."
Su Er pondered: "If the player selling horoscopes represents Zhang Xiaohua, who can represent the twin brothers... That's not right..."
He denied this to himself. Once twins appeared among the players, it would definitely attract attention and the plot of the dungeon would be easily deduced.
Ji Heng led him to the office and pointed to the report book he had opened that night: "Human thinking ability has a selective nature."
Like a primary school student, Suer stood obediently by the side with his hands behind his back and listened to his lecture.
Ji Heng: "Your instinctive reaction at the time was to look at the results, which was not wrong, but there were omissions."
Su Er frowned, picked up a book and started reading it again, but his fingers only flicked once before he stopped.
The first page had only two lines, two underlined lines for students to fill in their names and birthdays. Just as he was about to flip through a few more pages, Ji Heng handed him the roster, each line clearly listed.
Su Er looked directly at the date of birth and found a student named Cai Hu, whose birth date was exactly the same as his own.
I raised my head subconsciously.
Ji Heng: "August 1st."
Sur looked down and soon found another student whose birthday was August 1st.
According to this rule, one player corresponds to exactly one victim.
"I see..." He frowned and muttered, "When flipping through the book of answers, I can't think about 'my diploma'."
Ji Heng nodded: "You represent Cai Hu, so the correct question should be 'Where is Cai Hu's graduation certificate?'"
"Suppose I knew the students represented by other players..." He didn't finish his words and gave up the idea.
The correct answer is only one page.
Ji Heng reminded: "You already know what to ask, but that alone is not enough to pass the level."
There was a hint of melancholy between Suer's eyebrows and eyes. He felt like a tourist who was just on a quick trip and had wasted his time seeing the scenery along the way.
"Next, are you going to say that you already know who the murderer of the poisoning case is?"
Ji Heng: "There are suspects, but no evidence."
"…"
Looking at Suer's dejected look, he looked a bit like a defeated rooster, and his expression was unusually vivid.
Ji Heng raised the corner of his lips slightly and then quickly suppressed it, saying comfortingly, "Starting directly from the Book of Answers, there's nothing wrong with using brute force to break the impasse."
Not wanting to give up on himself because of this little setback, Su Er cheered up and followed the other party's line of thought: "The current time period is close to the poisoning case. I need to pay attention to the breakfast provided by the Ghost King."
It would be strange if they didn't poison someone on the anniversary of their death.
Ji Heng: "To be precise, it's the day after tomorrow."
"…"
"Zhang Xiaohua demands that the murderer of the poisoning case be found before sunrise the day after tomorrow to prove that that day is a special day."
The spirit that had just recovered a little became weak again.
Ji Heng: "Proceed step by step, don't rush. It's not a good thing to have rigid thinking."
Su Er paused for a moment and said, "I know."
Just as he did not notice these things, the other party would not consider breaking the deadlock by destroying the Book of Answers.
If both parties use the same method, it will be detrimental to customs clearance.
Ji Heng: "Let's go talk to the Ghost King about cooperation first and get through tonight."
Su Er agreed with this.
For someone like him who is good at using logical thinking to fight ghosts, he would be at a disadvantage if he encountered a monster that attacked violently with a machete.
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Low building.
The Ghost King stayed in the mirror to recuperate, staring coldly at the two people who were approaching.
Sur's hand never left the stun gun, ready to be attacked at any time, but the Ghost King was uncharacteristically quiet.
After experiencing the joint attack by players and Zhang Xiaohua, he couldn't help but have more concerns.
Su Er called out "Chen Ziwen" and asked, "Is the fox fairy spiritual?"
There was a hint of enthusiasm in the little boy's eyes: "Of course."
After staring at him for a few seconds, Su Er clapped his hands and said, "Excellent acting skills." Finally, his smile disappeared. "You are not Chen Ziwen, and you don't worship fox spirits."
The little boy walked out of the mirror with murderous intent.
Su Er said slowly, "Killing us will definitely cost you some price. Adding injury to injury, aren't you afraid that the real Chen Ziwen will take advantage of the situation and sneak in?"
Just a few feet away, the little boy stopped and said with disdain: "If it weren't for the fox fairy's constant protection, I would have killed him long ago."
That stupid younger brother who was only good at studying and a little clever was no match for me when he was alive, and it would be the same after he died.
Su Er got straight to the point: "Cooperation?"
The little boy was vicious and cunning by nature, and was amazed at the man in front of him for being so thick-skinned. He had just cooperated with Zhang Xiaohua to beat him in the morning, and in the afternoon he came to discuss cooperation with the victim.
Su Er smiled friendlyly: "Let me introduce myself again. I am Su Er."
Barely suppressing his surging murderous intent, the little boy said coldly, "Chen Ziwu."
Acquiesced to the cooperation.
For the rest of the time, Su'er and Ji Heng didn't leave the place. Halfway through, Liu Wen and a player named Li Zizai came over together. As soon as they went upstairs, they saw the Ghost King standing in the center of the mirror. Outside the mirror, Ji Heng and Su'er sat on either side, looking like living door gods.
The visual shock was so great that Liu Wen couldn't help but stare at their badges for a long time, trying to confirm whether they were human or ghosts.
If you are a human, why can you live in harmony with ghosts?
Su Er: "It's just a deal, do you want to come?"
If Li Zizai hadn't insisted on looking for clues in the low building, Liu Wen would not have been willing to set foot there at all. After all, he had also contributed to the fight against the Ghost King in the morning.
After being invited, he shook his head decisively.
Li Zizai, on the other hand, asked, "What deal?"
Excluding those who didn't have breakfast, the player selling birth dates and horoscopes is either Li Zizai or Gao Rui, and the former is more likely.
Now Liu Wen actually got together with Li Zizai. Sul's smile was slightly playful. It turned out that there were no eternal enemies in the dungeon.
"A deal to kill ghosts." He said each word clearly and closed his eyes to rest.
Li Zizai was scheming and didn't leave, waiting with his arms folded. Liu Wen was undecided, but finally stayed to see what would happen.
As time passed, Su Er opened his eyes and looked downstairs: "Isn't he coming?"
They were in a low building, and they knew immediately that they were cooperating with the Ghost King, so Chen Ziwen might retreat.
"He will come." Chen Ziwu was very sure: "You are not the only one who will find help."
Before I could figure out the meaning of this sentence, a strong wind suddenly blew outside, and I could hear the whistling sound even inside the building.
Tsk tsk.
The howling of the wind was replaced by the strange sound of a fox barking, which appeared in the corridor.
As soon as Suer stood up, he was stared at by dozens of eyes. He subconsciously took a small step back and finally understood what the so-called helpers meant.
Chen Ziwen came, and not only that, he was followed by a group of foxes.
"This is a wishing fox." Chen Ziwu revealed a hint of fear: "It can enhance your luck."
One wish fox may not be very useful, but a group of them can be a perfect support.
Liu Wen regretted not leaving sooner. Fighting a ghost was one thing, but this ghost actually had a natural luck bonus. He couldn't help but look at Li Zizai beside him. Li Zizai's focus was on Ji Heng. Seeing that the other party had no intention of escaping, he suspected that there was an extra reward for helping the Ghost King.
At this moment, Su Er suddenly pulled Ji Heng aside and asked in a low voice: "Is there any way to send me out to mix the mud?"
"...The clay man is no match for the wishing fox."
Su Er shook his head, his voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "I want to publish a book."
Ji Heng looked at him deeply.
Su Er said embarrassedly: "It would be best if I could beat these wish-foxes half to death. I would then make pages out of mud, infuse them with Yin energy, and then coerce or lure these wish-foxes into living on them."
When he is unlucky, as long as he opens the book, he will be the luckiest guy in the copy!