You don't decrypt at all do you?

He bit his unlit cigarette, was silent for a moment, and moved into the house.

The door of the cabin was brought shut.

Zhu Wen looked at the five members of the "mob" camp with his pockets in his pocket, and raised his eyebrows: "One is sick."

Ji Shuang nodded: "It's not surprising."

"Indeed." Zhu Wen looked down at the time: "It's only 24 hours away from 5 hours."

Ji Shuang glanced at him: "Yes."

She paused for a moment and said, "Are you going to find her?"

Zhu Wen shrugged and said with a smile, "Sister."

Ji Shuang muttered, "It's not my real sister," and then patted Zhu Wen: "Think about it, and the act of finding a sister will be gone."

"Not afraid."

Zhu Wen wrapped her scarf tightly, "How big is the difference between 12 points and 2 points?"

Ji Shuang: "..." The jar is broken, right?

The two walked towards the mob, their footsteps were much lighter than that of the mob, and they followed behind them unhurriedly.

The mob split.

Mob A: "What are they doing with us?"

The short man glanced down at the time, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you talking about? It's already night!"

The rest immediately fell silent.

They couldn't get up quickly, but their backs seemed to be in a hurry.

After walking for a while, the feeling of being followed not only did not disappear, but on the contrary, I felt that I was being followed closer.

Mob A resisted to walk for a long time, and finally couldn't help but turned his head and glanced behind him.

Zhu Wen raised his hand and waved it towards him.

Mob A almost knelt down: "Grass!"

He pushed the person in front of him and urged: "Hurry up!"

The short man cursed: "I fucking want to hurry up!"

He was no longer in the mood to support Mob C who was seriously ill, he was almost pulling Mob C away like a sack.

But even so, there is no way to go faster.

Zhu Wen followed behind slowly, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ji Shuang's hands in his pockets moving restlessly, pushing his coat out of various shapes, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ji Shuang shook her head: "Nothing."

She grabbed the pockets of her clothes and clasped her hands through the fabric. She didn't wear gloves, so she couldn't cover her hands with heat.

Fortunately, the lifeless snow on the ground has come to life, rolling towards the mob under the cover of the wind and snow.After a while, the accumulation of snow gathered into a strong figure, with half of its head tilted and followed the mob, as if looking at who would be the best fault.

Compared with yesterday, the "snowman" is more human-like. The accumulated snow seems to be very tightly packed, with lifelike skin texture faintly revealing on the surface.

"Snowman" belongs to the NPC camp, so it is impossible to leave any clues for the NPC camp.If so, it would have been delivered to your door long ago.This way of presentation, I am afraid that "Snowman" has clues from the player side.

Players can't interfere with finding clues, so obviously...

Ok.

Behavior points are dying again.

Ji Shuang stared at the "Snowman"'s back for a while, then turned her head and was about to speak, but saw Zhu Wen reached out and took her left hand out to hold, and then put them into his own pocket together.

Ji Shuang blinked, her brain unresponsive.

Zhu Wen: "Cover your right hand. There's no way, you can't chop it off and let me keep it."

Ji Shuang: "..." Thank you, my brain has thawed.

"...Your mother! What the hell kind of atmosphere destroyer is this?"

"Thank you, the deer in my heart has been killed"

"What do they want to do? Wouldn't they be able to go back to sleep by rushing up and bragging twice?"

"Oh, no one cares who the "sister" they mentioned just now is, right?"

"I really don't understand. Every time a newcomer goes to a high-end show, old audiences will follow. Why don't these two have any old audiences at all? Is this fucking reasonable?"

"Is it possible that they don't have old audiences?"

"What ghost story is the one in front telling?"

The mob was walking ahead, but they had already reached the place where they were going to settle.

But there were people following behind, and none of them dared to stop.

"What should we do?" Someone asked, his voice flustered: "They are torturing us! We can't walk like this overnight!"

The short man: "Then what do you say?"

He glanced at the drowsy mob C, and said angrily, "There is still a sick person here, and I can't leave even if I want to leave overnight."

"Yes! There is still a sick number!"

The short man's words reminded others: "Two people were missing last night. Today we found no clues, and what we did was similar to yesterday. It should not trigger other death conditions. Throw her away..."

The short man said hoarsely, "Aren't you teammates?"

The person who spoke froze for a moment, then lowered his voice: "For those in the temporary group, they have completed two levels together."

The short man didn't answer.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the man walked for a while with a sullen face.

I couldn't bear the torment and looked back, and saw the "snowman" with half a head on it, only 5 steps away from me.

He panicked and almost fell.

Hastily turning her eyes away, she said to the short man, "Forget it, it's good to bring her here. It's not worth it!"

The short man gave a "tsk", and grabbed mob C's hand and moved it.

"Let's go! Leave her behind, at least a few minutes. Maybe! Maybe..." He grabbed the short man's sleeve, "Maybe she'll be killed, we'll be safe tonight!"

The short man didn't respond, took a deep breath and felt that his whole lungs were cold: "I..."

It does seem like the best proposition.

Seeing that the short man's attitude was no longer firm, the lobbyist stretched out his hand to grab the short man's hand holding Mob C: "This is a decision we all made together, it's not your fault, she deserves to be like this."

He looked at the other teammates and motioned for them to persuade the short man together.

The eyes of the remaining two were flustered, unwilling to speak frankly.But they didn't dare to think when the two NPCs and "Snowman" who were following behind them would lose their patience and rush forward to kill them.

They looked at the short man.

"forget it."

The other person raised his hand and grabbed mob C's clothes. The short man dragged mob C for a long time, his fingers were so cold that he couldn't feel it.

"...Let's go, let's go!" Seeing the short man turning his head, the others rushed forward and pushed the short man away.

The heavy snow soon covered most of the footprints they left.

Mob C fell to the ground and woke up with the violent concussion on his head.

She opened her eyes bewilderedly, and what she saw was the dark night sky, the heavy snow falling, and...

Mob C opened his eyes sharply, looked at the "snowman" in front of him who had completely transformed into a human form, and opened his mouth to let out a short, hoarse "ah".

"Snowman" shook the thick blood in half of his head, and tilted his head towards mob C.

The thick blood in the skull was mixed with blood clots and smashed down, blasting a dark blood flower on Mob C's coat.

It opened its mouth, and a swift snow column gushed out of its mouth, pouring it on mob C's body and face.

"It looks like it's vomiting."

Zhu Wen couldn't help but said.

Ji Shuang turned her head away: "It wasn't that disgusting at first, once you say it..."

"Snowman" immediately closed his mouth, looked at Zhu Wen, and let out a "wow", looking quite aggrieved.

Zhu Wen patted "Snowman" on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I didn't mean to scold you."

"Snowman" tilted his head, and poured out another scoop of blood mixed with blood clots with a "crash".

"Really! I have water in my brain!"

"Although, I'm really tired of seeing too many players giving away teammates."

"I've seen too many defending players lazily killing attacking players, I'm really tired"

"Where is there so much bullshit in the front, isn't the game going back and forth like this?"

Zhu Wen's hand on "Snowman" moved and raised his eyebrows.

He turned to look at Ji Shuang: "It's really the texture of the skin, but it's not so good."

Ji Shuang nodded: "It seems that there is something in the mouth, so wait a minute."

"Snowman" didn't know why, and shook his head again.

Zhu Wen and Ji Shuang looked at "Snowman" and said in unison, "I praise you for being amazing."

Seeing that "Snowman" became happy, he danced and danced: "~~~" The eldest and second sister!Wait for me to kill her!

After the dance, it turns to Mob C.

Mob C has no extra strength left, her hands and feet are heavy, and the only thing she can do is to stare, watching Zhu Wen and the others communicate with the "snowman".

She doesn't want to die, but now it seems that it is not a question of whether she wants to or not.

"Snowman" felt sorry for being scolded and disgusting.

It stopped opening its mouth, and raised its hand to strangle Mob C by the neck and lift her up.

Mob C was unable to struggle, and exhausted his only strength, which was almost exhausted, to pull out a gun from the warehouse.

She laughed and could understand why her teammates threw her away, but she couldn't forgive them for throwing herself away.

The shackles around his neck became tighter and tighter, and mob C soon felt suffocated.

She closed her eyes, fumbled for the trigger and squeezed it.

"Cough! Ugh—"

Something hot was sprayed on her face.

She opened her eyes.

Then: "????????"

There was a big hole in the "Snowman"'s chest, and there was no snow inside. It seemed to have all internal organs, and warm blood flowed out of the blood hole.

It spit out a mouthful of blood and looked at Zhu Wen: "???" Boss?

"???"

"???????? Why?!"

"Well, I want to withdraw the barrage I just posted ("

"Can anyone figure out the logic here? I don't fucking understand. I've never been so confused about high math!"

"Maybe... I understand? Didn't they just say they were going to find some "sister"? It feels like they want to find "sister" more than passing the level. But there is no such character at all in this round, so...the person is somewhere else? "

"Where the hell are they doing this? Isn't this asking for trouble for yourself?!"

Zhu Wen rubbed the blood on his face, thinking it was unscientific: "Why is your blood hot?"

Snowman: "???" Is this the fucking point? !

Zhu Wen curled his lips and looked down at the blood flowing from "Snowman".

Last night they saw the blood flowing from "Snowman"'s brain in a certain direction. According to his previous experience as a player, after killing "Snowman" with enough blood, the blood will point to new clues.

That's why they need to wait for the "snowman" to become infinitely close to a human before taking a look.