Seven Days, Seven Nights

The sketches are all hand-made. Suer doesn't have this kind of skill. Ji Heng is doing the drawing. With limited manpower, he can't post more than ten photos in the street.

Suer does not expect to find a loyal servant of the tomb with the help of the missing person notice. Only a brave man will be rewarded. There is no benefit. Who is willing to take the risk to send someone who may be violent to manage the situation.

"If the missing person notice disappears tomorrow morning, it means that the host is in the town just like us." Sur said while thinking, "and will be active at night."

Ji Heng suddenly caught some sounds, glanced at him, and motioned with his eyes to find a hidden place to hide.

It was probably due to the trash can today. Suer looked around and finally found that the only place to hide was behind the trash can.

Looking for the source of the sound through the gap, there was a woman in a prison uniform who ran towards him, her slender arm was covered with blood stains, perhaps she was hooked by something like iron wire.

"Why haven't you come..." Moonlight took a picture of her face clearly. It was a very weird look, anxiously looking forward to panic, and a variety of complex emotions were mixed together.

Gu Yu.

Suer saw the name on the other party's badge and whispered to Ji Heng: "I also met a female player named Xia Zhi in the morning, playing the role of a woman victimized by domestic violence."

Coincidentally, these two people are named after solar terms.

"Xia Zhi said that a player poisoned her husband in the dungeon before and was arrested by the Bureau of Management. Could it be her?"

Ji Heng looked at the tattered prison uniform and nodded: "Escape from prison."

Sur felt strange and didn't understand why the other party didn't seize the time to run farther at this critical juncture, but stopped and waited instead.

While he was puzzled, heavy footsteps suddenly sounded on the street, and two people carrying the coffin came in the distance, both of them were blue and their steps were neat.

The female player named Gu Yu quickly took out a stamp and seemed to pray for a while in her hand.

The coffin was put down in front of her, splashing dust on the ground.

Gu Yu didn't care about these at all, but took a step forward and handed over the stamps.

The person who carried the coffin checked the stamps, opened the coffin board, and said indifferently: "Enter."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Gu Yu took a deep breath and took the initiative to lie down.

"Get up." The person in front said, and the two of them worked together to lift the coffin forward again.

When they walked farther away, Ji Heng whispered: "Come and take a look."

To avoid being spotted, keep a distance deliberately.Lifting the coffin in the middle of the night, it was very weird just to look at the back. He walked about three hundred meters, and suddenly there was a scream in the coffin.

"Wrong! Wrong choice!" Because of the panic, the voice was extremely shrill: "Let me go out!"

-——

At first, it was frantically hammering the wall of the coffin, and then it turned into scratching the nails. From the intermittent calls for help, it could make up for the despair of the parties.

"what!"

The player in the coffin didn't know what had happened, like a goose pinched by the throat, the scream stopped abruptly.

The man who carried the coffin stopped then, threw the unconscious player into the ditch on the side of the road, and continued on.

Ji Heng walked over first, let Su Er wait behind, and then came out again without exception.

"Deadly."

Ji Heng turned around and shook his head at Su Er.

The value on Gu Yu's badge was gray, her hands kept in front of her body, her eyes closed tightly, as if she had seen something before she died, and she didn't even have the courage to open her eyes.

Sur recalled the scene he had seen before: "She gave the man who carried the coffin a stamp before entering the coffin."

Ji Heng took off one of Gu Yu’s shoes, and there were three stamps stuffed inside. His eyes were cold: "The task is to find the right stamp to lead to Freedom Town. It seems that the game is to find a needle in a haystack. A trick."

Suer tried to summarize the information he got now. First, the coffin carrier can take the player to Liberty Town, but the player can only give the coffin carrier a stamp each time, and he may die if he fails.

Ji Heng suddenly turned around at this moment, holding a talisman between his fingers.

Sur realized that someone was coming again and secretly warned.

At the beginning, they were far apart, and the other party was wearing black again, only the raised corner of the windbreaker was visible.The man threw something over and rolled it to his feet to see that it was a small ball of paper.

Sur picked up and opened it, which was the missing person notice he personally participated in not long ago.

At this time, the distance between the two parties was less than one meter, and the person who came to reveal the true face of Lushan was the host.

The loyal servant of the tomb keeps a sad face at all times, crying before watching it, and there are tears in the corner of his eyes.

Ji Heng put the talisman away and stood there without any intention of opening.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard also remained silent. He walked to the side of the ditch, squatted down slowly, and burst into tears when he saw the corpse.Behind him, a young man in a cloak hurriedly passed a piece of yellow paper.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard wiped his tears, his nails became slender without any warning, and he carefully peeled off the face of the dead player, and then rubbed the remaining flesh and blood with yellow paper with teardrops.As the flesh and blood was squeezed out, the yellow paper sank deeper and deeper, and finally successfully wrapped the whole face.

When it was taken down again, a magical thing happened, and that piece of paper was actually Gu Yu's face before his death.The only difference is that the human face on the yellow paper has been shed blood and tears, as if he is still suffering from great torture after death.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard asked the young man to keep the paper away. His tearful incontinence made his eyes blush from time to time. Compared with the blood-stained fingers, the picture was very strange.

"I like your face very much," the crying face showed a contradictory smile: "It's very suitable for printing on Mingbi."

"Thank you for your appreciation." Sur said with a blank face: "But should I introduce the rules in detail?"

The loyal servant keeps a smile: "I have already introduced it, just try my luck."

When I entered the copy, I got too little information from the prompt sound. Seeing that the host did not want to say more, Suer picked a less sensitive question: "If you choose the wrong stamp, you will die?"

"Of course not." The loyal servant of the tomb guard seemed to have suffered a terrible grievance, and made an exaggerated expression: "Even if it is not a stamp leading to Freedom Town, some can bring you great benefits."

No longer given any opportunity to ask questions, the host renewed his steps, disappearing into the boundless night.

"Run separately." As soon as the loyal servant of the tomb guard left, an abrupt voice came.

Su Er raised his head questioningly, determined that Ji Heng was talking.

Ji Heng sneered: "With so many streets, the coffin just stopped in front of us."

Suer reacted slightly, and quickly looked at the corpse in the ditch, and made a bad assumption: "You mean, we will be arrested as murderers?"

Ji Heng: "No matter how tightly hidden the female domestic violence player you met, it was also found because of a bizarre coincidence."

The host specifically mentioned luck, and I am afraid that their luck will be reduced to a negative number here.

Negative is not applicable in the copy, two unlucky spirits together, it will only be even more unlucky.

I don't know if it's because of psychological effects. It seems that someone who is really reasonable to manage the situation is coming from a distance. When I listen to it, it's just the wind.

Suer acted decisively and decided to do what he said. People from the Bureau of Management could not all be dispatched to hunt down a fugitive, and the chances of running separately and being caught are smaller.

Ji Heng seemed to intentionally slow him a step.

Su Er suddenly turned around and said, "Don't take special care of me."

Ji Heng: "Oh?"

Sur: "I wrote down the address of the aunt who reported the crime during the day, and later went to read love poems outside her house. Even if I was arrested, it would be a crime of being a hooligan."

"..."

Sur instead opened his mind: "You can be with me."

Although Ji Heng could talk to ghosts, but he hadn't reached that state, so he rationally refused: "No."

In contrast, he loves to escape.

Suer didn't force it. The ability to climb the wall he had trained at school came in handy. He easily climbed the high wall and chose another path to run away.

The consequences of declining luck are obvious.

Ji Heng didn't know what was going on on Su Er's side, but he hardly stopped being chased all night. No matter where he went, he could run into a patrol car.What's interesting is that in this small place with a population of only a few thousand, there are only two patrol cars. Even if they run to different streets, the patrol cars will arrive there for various reasons.

In the end, it is not wisdom that can get out of it, but force resistance to avoid being arrested.

Walking through the streets and alleys all night, it was a bit of an unexpected gain. At dawn, Ji Heng found a crumpled stamp on the wheel of a tricycle.The color on the surface has been a little distorted, and a magpie is vaguely painted.

The nearby snacks were spread out very early, with steamed buns and soy milk wafting around.

Ji Heng was penniless, staring at the steaming steamed dumplings just out of the cage, and began to think about how to mix up a full meal.

"Boss, come two drawers."

The speaker was a woman, wearing a headscarf covering her entire face, and her breastplate revealed that she was also a player.

Summer solstice.

Ji Heng saw her breastplate and discovered that it was the female player Suer mentioned.

The summer solstice beckoned: "I invite."

Ji Heng sat down and opened the disposable chopsticks.

"I've heard some of your rumors," Xia Zhi was a little surprised: "I thought I would be rejected."

High-cold bosses usually don't like having too many entanglements with strangers.

Ji Heng frowned: "If you are hungry, someone invites you to dinner. What is the reason for rejection?"

Xia Zhi blinked, speechless.She started devouring buns, more ferocious than Ji Heng who had been hungry for a day.

"I have to hurry up. I'll be beaten in half an hour. On the summer solstice, pin the fallen hair behind my ears, showing a bruise on my face under the towel.

Ji Heng stopped moving his chopsticks, instead of exploring the scars, he asked: "Are you easier to find stamps?"

Xia Zhi's eyes flickered, and he felt that he could try to exchange information with him, and said, "Yes. The more demanding the identity, the better the luck in finding stamps. Just like walking through this street, I might be directly on the side of the road. Pick up one and you will get nothing."

After eating, she hurriedly left. Obviously, she was living in a tight life. The money she took out at the checkout was all dimes.

Ji Heng sat for a while, analyzed the information provided by the other party, and determined that Xia Solstice had entered some misunderstanding.Luck is not absolute. It's like being chased by someone from the Management Bureau last night, accidentally finding a stamp, and just ran into someone who could treat guests this morning.

From the current point of view, the greater the crisis, the easier it is for luck to soar during that time period.

Ji Heng thought for a moment, and decided to find another player to complete the clue puzzle.

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After being beaten for a few days, I thought I had enough experience to deal with it, but the reality is more cruel than imagined.

The luck of the summer solstice today is extremely bad.

When she was beaten up and fleeing for her life, she gradually realized that she had made a big mistake and that she shouldn't have missed the coffin lifter because of shrinking yesterday.

Stamps sometimes also provide protection to the player. With luck, she can get some small items from the coffin that are only for this copy. The last time she got the wound medicine to recover quickly.

Shouldn't hesitate.

Xia Zhi extremely regretted, and ran forward with all his strength, and finally understood the importance of entering the coffin.

Running put an extra burden on the body, and the blood never stopped. Her mentality began to become unclear, and she ran to the family mediation office without knowing it.

The player whose identity was set as a family mediator was shocked when she saw her like this. After all, she was moved with compassion and helped to stop the brawny who came after her.

"I will definitely persuade her to kill her, who will wash and cook for you..." The family mediator said all the good things, before reluctantly persuading the strong man to leave.

Xia Zhi said thank you, wiped the blood from his face, unexpectedly found that Ji Heng was here, and smiled reluctantly: "Meet again."

Ji Heng helped her bandage the wound.

"I might die..." Xia Zhi smiled miserably, and she could feel her injuries.

When I was desperate, I actually began to reflect: "I remember when I first worked, there was a girl opposite her husband who was often beaten by her husband. I was still chatting with my family, thinking that the poor person must be hateful. If she didn't Where there is disorder, why not resist..."

I only know when things fall on me, and sometimes resisting is not so easy, and nightmares are not easy to get rid of by talking about it.

Xia Zhi smiled bitterly: "Perhaps the game deliberately punishes me for entering this dungeon, and I will use the blood to teach the last lesson. The karma cycle is unhappy..."

"Is that her?" A sweet voice came from the door, interrupting her confession.

Ji Heng nodded.

Sur hurriedly walked to the summer solstice side: "The captain said that you invited him to a meal, and if you have any kindness, you will be repaid. You can rest assured that I will try to save you."

Xia Zhi suspected a hallucination. When he met Suer yesterday, the other party was in a more embarrassed state than himself, but now he is well-dressed and his hair has been specially managed. The whole person exudes an elite temperament.

Suer took the initiative to explain: "I read a love poem at the door of a big sister for a night. The big sister was moved and bought me new clothes. She was also willing to provide start-up funds to support my career."

Carefully wiped off the blood on the face of the summer solstice: "After that, I specifically consulted the owner of an adult goods store in the town. She did not marry at the age of 40 because of her business. After I expressed the idea of ​​becoming a parent, Willing to let me be a supplier...but the boss seems to be a ghost, and I saw her secretly eating raw meat and incense ash."

"Actually, ghosts are okay, obsessiveness is more simple," Suer promised: "When I make the first pot of gold, I will spend money to buy out the bad relationship between you and your husband and let him sign the divorce letter."

Xia Zhi opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Finally, he turned his head and looked at Ji Heng with a complicated look.

Ji Heng said lightly: "Hold on."

The summer solstice covered his chest.

Su Er did not hear the meaning of the words, and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the hard days are coming to an end,"

"..."

There was a lot of emotion between life and death, but now it disappeared in an instant, and the summer solstice can be regarded as an enlightenment, any cause and effect cycle retribution is unhappy... all false!

Staring at Sur, who was helping him wipe blood and water, and trembling lips during the summer solstice...Sure enough, creatures like the scum man, especially the green tea scum man, lived extremely moisturized regardless of reality or copy.

You say you are angry!

The author has something to say:

Sur: Scumbag refers to a kind of emotional expression between people, and I am a scumbag and not a scumbag, so it's not really a scumbag.

Summer Solstice: ...you are right, you are right!