Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

Chapter 57

"Boom."

"Boom."

Two muffled sounds fell to Qi Mou's ears, and then he joined the ranks.

"Boom."

He didn't hurt from the fall, and a person behind him who acted as a cushion caught him.

The dramatic air under her body was like a thread: "Brother... I found that you are also really heavy."

Qi Mou sat up and looked up at a black shadow that was getting closer: "I'm glad it's me."

Juju tried hard to get out from under Qi Mou: "Then can you get up...I'm dying."

"I think you'd better hang on a little longer."

The shadow had already fallen in front of him, and Qi Mou reached out to catch him before he almost fell to the ground.

Yan Bushi was pulled into his arms precisely by him, adding another weight to Juju.

The drama couldn't shout out: "..."

Qi Mou pulled Yan Bushi to stand up, and he could still comfort him: "Be strong, the one below you is still alive."

It was only at this time that Drama realized that there was still a person under him.

Si Si closed his eyes very calmly, with words written all over his face: Don't ask, you are dead if you ask.Anyway, at least it landed safely.

Qi Mou looked around.

They fell vertically to a new place, covered with smooth marble.Surrounded by a large floor-to-ceiling window, an empty hall, and a corridor with many rooms.Like a certain floor of a private villa.

The other people who fell around also staggered up, Qi Mou scanned the circle and found that there were only a handful of dance party participants... there were only a few hundred people.

Maybe Bad Luck felt that there were too many applicants who were too enthusiastic, and he couldn't handle it, so he carried out a large number of erasures first.

Those who can live now are those who can resist certain temptations and have some brains.

The lights of the dance party are soft and ambiguous. Under the light of this kind of light, there is a mysterious pink atmosphere all around.

The huge Cupid statue stood in the middle of the hall, and there were two people who had been here earlier. They seemed to have not noticed everyone's landing, and they were obviously not players.

The man was wearing a white tuxedo, looked very refined, and was looking anxiously at another woman.The woman was wearing a long black dress and sat quietly on a chair with her head bowed.

When all the players recovered from the fall, the man woke up as if a switch had been triggered. When he saw this group of people, he waved his hand to the crowd: "Hey! Be careful. This dance party wants the dancers to kill each other , or it will kill you all together! Be careful!"

It's rare that there will be a kind NPC reminder service?

Sure enough, all the players gathered around for a while, hoping to dig out some information from these two NPCs.

A red-haired man with an extremely flamboyant appearance walked up first, saluted with a smile, and asked, "Hello, sir, what's your name?"

The man thought for a while, showing a puzzled expression: "My name is... My name is not important, I am an ordinary participant."

Qi Mou wanted to laugh when he heard it, and he exchanged a glance with the people around him, thinking: You are an ordinary ghost.

But since someone asked, they listened to it by the way.

"So, this dance, how can we kill each other?" Hongmao asked again.What he said was nice and kind, but made many players stare at him.

"Just now Cupid said that if a pair of dancers...don't kill each other, it will let them die together." The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the female NPC beside him, "For the stranger Such a beautiful woman, how do I do such a thing?"

Hongmao was a little surprised: "Oh? Don't you two know each other?"

"Of course not. I just happen to be her dance partner, and vice versa. This is our fate." The man's eyes were a little erratic, and he stared at the woman in the black dress embarrassedly, revealing a faint smile.

His face was not very youthful anymore, he looked about forty, but there was a shyness in his expression when he saw a beautiful girl.

The calm and dignified woman just smiled lightly, sitting on the bench beside her, and didn't speak.When a player approaches her, she will stand up gracefully and politely, walk to another room, tactfully refuse to talk to others, let alone give the man a look.

Old man, the road to chasing his wife is long.

At the same time, the system sounded.

"Welcome to the second dance piece "Courte des Minuets". When preparing for this dance, confirm your dance steps and explore love."

Alright, let everyone think of their lover as soon as they are full, maybe there is some kind of mine waiting for them to step on it.

"Confirm the dance steps, you mean male steps and female steps?" Qi Mou figured out the meaning of that sentence.

"It seems so." Si Si answered.

It's strange, why do they need to confirm this, can men still dance women's steps?

Just as he was thinking, several people came towards him.Look at the clothes are very glamorous.

The red-haired man in the lead has a good face and a bit of charm. He is the one who dared to ask the NPC just now.Behind him was a blue-haired man in a navel-baring suit, and a yellow-haired man with shoulder length.

The three of them were all about 1.8 meters tall, half a head shorter than the Bafang Sixie, and when they met each other, their momentum was half shorter.

"Hello." The red-haired man blinked, and his smile was just right, making people unable to move his eyes away. "There are not many people left. Do you want to form a team and explore together?"

Qi Mou looked at this person for a while, and found that the other person's temperament seemed to be exuding a natural charm, which was quite natural, and he did not flinch when he stared at him like this, and even took a step closer generously.

But Si Si took a step back and said quietly: "I don't think the three of them are looking for teammates, they seem to be looking for 1..."

It's quite coquettish, and there's another one with a navel exposed, who winks wildly at Si Si.

Si Si resolutely turned his face away, throwing the winking eyes at the blind man.

The play instead says: "Who are we like 1?"

Si Si concluded: "At least each of them is 1 better than them."

Yan Bushi glanced sideways at the red-haired man, but didn't speak.

Qi Mou raised one hand and waved it lightly: "I'm sorry, we're all sold domestically, let 1 find another one."

Hongmao's expression moved slightly, he laughed twice, and said softly: "Are you kidding me? We just came to ask if we want to go together. Seeing that you are very strong, we want to take care of each other."

Qi Mou turned his head to see what his teammates meant.

Drama was silent, already wandering around the door of other rooms with folded arms.

Yan Bushi was calmer than Cupid, staring at the floor without blinking his eyelids.But Qi Mou felt that it would be better not to provoke Yan Bushi at this time.

Si Si also happened to look over, as if it was up to you.

Qi Mou smiled and shook his finger at Hongmao: "You can do it too, come on, it's hard to do things when there are too many people."

Before they could react, the four turned around and left.

Refusing outsiders neatly, Qi Mou felt that the atmosphere of the three companions became harmonious in an instant.

Si Si breathed a sigh of relief, he was probably very afraid of other men's winks, more than the first round of nightmare food.Maybe it was a real nightmare for him.

Yan Bushi whistled softly out of tune, seemed inexplicably happy, and took the initiative to keep up with the pace of the drama, and went to the first room on the left, which was a study.

"Hey, look at this book, it's very literary and artistic, written by a female writer..." Drama was flipping through a beautifully bound thin book, slowly raised his head following the sound of footsteps, and leaned back in fright, "...Yan Brother? Don’t do this, I’m afraid.” He thought it was someone else.

Yan Bushi was uncommonly ignorant of him, and glanced at the book: "Uninteresting, dependent love."

The translation is, can you leave after making do with it?However, Qi Mou had reason to doubt Yan Bushi's reading comprehension.

Many people's desks will have a lot of things stuffed into them that they didn't even pay attention to, so Yan Bushi turned over the desks.I really found two invitations pressed in the drawer compartment, black envelopes, pink patterns.

[The romantic encounter you want may be the beginning of a dance. 】

There are vague names on both, addressing Mr. and Ms. respectively.

As soon as Qi Mou walked in, he was stuffed with two invitation letters. He smiled and said, "The workmanship is not as good as yours?"

Yan Bushi folded his arms: "I laugh that they will be fooled by this inferior game."

"..." Qi Mou hesitated to speak, and patted Yan Bushi's head, "So do we."

Yan Bushi frowned: "At least I won't fall for this kind of romance from heaven."

"Really?" Qi Mou tapped Yan Bushi's shoulder and walked away again. He looked at the painting on the wall for a while, "The signature of the painting is Mr. The woman in the portrait, and the one outside They look very similar, but younger." It seems that this painting engraves the woman's past years.

But since the rooms on both sides belonged to them, it was obvious that there were many flaws in what the man outside said.

Perhaps the two have met before, and had a wonderful romantic story, but now they have forgotten?

Qi Mou stood a little closer, looked at it for a while, and felt that there were some unevenness under the portrait, as if some color was covered up.

He touched the corner of the picture frame and tried his best to twist the portrait. Sure enough, there was another layer of painting underneath.

"The mezzanine is really a good place." Qi Mou happily peeled off the paintings inside to have a look, and the other three also surrounded him.

This is an abstract painting of a stream of consciousness, composed of three colors of gray, black and red, with chaotic lines and splashes of color everywhere.

But it can be seen vaguely that people on the ground are lying in disorder, killed by various weapons, with the same horror on their faces.

Only a man and a woman were standing. They hugged each other and wept bitterly, their mouths opened wide, and the sense of screaming almost passed through the painting and reached Qi Mou's ears.

"Ahhh-!"

It was real, because it was a real scream, and it came from outside the door.

Qi Mou pushed open the door to watch the excitement, and saw a person running out from the back door, knelt on the ground within a few steps, his face was covered with blood, and died before he could utter a word.A bunch of people were surrounded by them, whispering, all terrified.

The voice of the official announcement sounded again. [Player 1597, died. 】

Qi Mou closed the door: "Someone died from exploration, be careful."

But a few people didn't mean to be cautious.

After watching the painting, Si Si recalled the appearance characteristics of the two people, and thought for a while: "The woman is a writer, and the man is a painter. They are a perfect match. They met when they were attending a ball."

The drama waved a small note: "Yes, there is a note in this book, saying that a man and a woman met at a ball, but only the two of them survived, and they had each other, and bloody The secret of the prom that no one wants to mention."

Qi Mou nodded, the theme of the Nightmare Ball remains the same.But the room they're in is safe.

The safer the place, the less interesting, Qi Mou waved his hand and took the three guys out.When I first went out, there were several people standing at the door, and they seemed to want to come in and check, but they didn't dare to rush in.

"Please." Qi Mou made room for them friendly, and went to the second room next door, he pushed the door first.

Every house looks the same, nothing special.

"It's such a nightmare map, they didn't enter the house in order, it's a little dangerous..." Qi Mou hadn't finished speaking when he was suddenly pulled back by someone, and he was pulled away in time before he could see clearly what was in front of him.

when!Dangdang!The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground shook the whole floor.

A huge stone fell from the door, making a deep dent in the ground. If Qi Mou had been hit just now, his head would have exploded on the spot.

The drama standing at the end sighed: "You are the one who is in danger, be careful."

"Understood." Qi Mou didn't care, he stepped on the stone and jumped in.

This room is bigger, it is the living room, filled with the smell of alcohol and burnt, which makes people's nose uncomfortable.

A fire was still burning by the window, and there were a lot of papers piled inside, and there were still some unburned pages left in the fire.

Qi Mou went to rescue the pile of papers, shook, blew, and patted, picked up the poor yellow and white that was left in most of the charred black, squinted his eyes to recognize the handwriting, it was very beautiful.

[She once envisioned their...future, but found that her husband had already changed..., not the...young boy back then, but... a rascal, a gambler, with a lot of bad deeds... If it weren't for them, they could only be the only one for each other , women will never forgive...]

"Is a gambler annoying?" Qi Mou squeezed his chin, pouted, and seemed a little... milky.

Yan Buzhi smiled: "Are you wronged?"

Si Si kept laughing while covering his face, and hurriedly turned around to search elsewhere, not daring to look any further.

Dozens of wine bottles and some notes of large debts were piled up in the corner.

Qi Mou picked it up and looked. On the IOU, the name of the debtor turned out to be a woman. The font was a bit similar, but it was far from the manuscript over there. It was obviously a hard-working but poor imitation.

After watching the drama, I felt chills: "Oh, this man went out to fool around, and the money was not paid, so he borrowed money in the name of his wife?"

Yan Bushi sneered: "This is the love that depends on each other."

"I understand, the one who wins the bet is the God of Gamblers." Qi Mou snapped his fingers, and suddenly realized, "The one who loses the bet is the gambler."

"Are you still struggling with this?"

"I don't want to be represented by a gambler."

Yan didn't know what moved over there, and there was a creaking sound in the room.

Then, a recording sounded.

"If your lover betrays..."

The author has something to say: By the way, drama and mental imagery are not CP ha, they have enmity.

"Stepmother" is a gossip about time and space!

It will be back to normal tomorrow