Chapter 139 Death Notice
"whee……"
Yang Ying, who was walking in front, paused.
"Did you hear anything?" Yang Ying turned around and asked.
Entropy does not increase. I don’t understand: “What do you mean?”
Yang Ying said "uh" and looked at the others.
No one seemed to hear her and was waiting for her to speak.
"Nothing." Yang Ying scratched his head, thinking it might be his illusion, and continued to lead the way.
The large courtyard can only be viewed from a distance. It is completely in disarray when viewed up close. The cobblestone pavement has been invaded by green plants, and even the bottom of the dried-up fountain is covered with weeds. Most of the flower beds are bare, with only sparse withered flowers and leaves left.
The luxurious classical castle-style building looks very shocking from a distance, but when you get closer, you can also see its decay... The windows of some rooms are broken, and the curtains are rustling in the wind; the blue stone walls are covered with moss and vines, as well as spider webs of all sizes.
"It's so scary, as if a ghost will jump out." The makeup girl who had just been in the mood to show off her knowledge of Nadeli ran away from the goldfish, holding her friend's arm, said nervously.
"There is indeed a ghost here." An orange cat said seriously.
"Eh?!" The Runaway Goldfish squeezed his shoulders.
"We, aren't we the undead? Aren't the undead ghosts ? Now that we are here, there must be ghosts here, right?" an orange cat said with a grin.
Runaway Goldfish: “…”
Just as the Runaway Goldfish was about to curse, Yang Ying, who was at the front , suddenly turned around and said, "I say... is there really no one who heard it?"
"What? Sister Ying, what are you talking about?" Everyone was puzzled.
"I've been hearing the sound of hehehe laughter since I entered the door." Yang Ying said with a pained look.
"Really?" Miaobishenghua & Entropybutzeng said in unison.
"Sister Ying, please don't scare me. I can't play horror games!" an orange cat screamed.
"What the hell?!" The Runaway Goldfish was shocked, "Then why did you scare me on purpose?"
"Quiet down for a moment." En Buzeng raised his hand to signal everyone to stop. "Sister Ying, can you tell which direction the sound is coming from?"
"No, it's erratic, moving left and right." Yang Ying answered honestly, "I've been looking around for a long time, but I can't tell."
"Is the laughter you heard continuous or intermittent?" En Buzeng asked sharply.
"Well... when we first entered the door, the sound only came once every half a minute. By the time we walked from the door to here, the sound had become once every ten seconds or so. It was so annoying." Yang Ying said unhappily.
Miaobishenghua looked down at the system time and said, "We entered the gate at 20:21 in game time, and it's now 26. The frequency has increased in just five or six minutes. The situation is much worse than what was reported in the Night Watch investigation report."
"Wait, so we really are haunted?" an orange cat interrupted in confusion.
"How rare! If there were no ghosts here, where would the tasks come from for us to do?" Huanling couldn't help but mock the orange cat boss.
"It's okay. We've killed so many ghost monsters. That's it." Shenmi Xuexi said, "We can just kill them when we find them."
"That's right." An orange cat stroked its chest.
"It's not as simple as a ghost." En Buzeng touched his chin and said, "We came in together. Sister Ying could hear the laughter but we couldn't. According to the information provided by the night watchman, this kind of laughter is likely a death notice, omen, or curse mark or something like that, and Sister Ying was the first to be targeted."
"Uh...so?" Yang Ying scratched his head again in confusion.
Yang Ying was definitely not afraid of being targeted by an unknown terror - it was just a game, at worst he could just log back to Westram, no big deal!
"The monsters in this Red Wall Farm are not the ghost monsters in the sewers that we saw that would simply and roughly attack people." Miaobishenghua took over the conversation, "I agree with Qingyue. The monsters here are probably the kind of rule-based monsters that kill people according to certain rules... Well, you can understand it as a plot-based killing. The supporting character will die if he mentions going back to his hometown to get married, but here he will die if he hears laughter."
"I think I understand what you two mean. You mean there is no solution to the death warning of Redwall Farm, right?" Huanling said thoughtfully, "There is no way to avoid or defend against it. If the flag is triggered, you will die. If you hear the giggling sound, you will die. Is that what you mean?"
"That's right." Enbuteng nodded.
"But it's not completely unsolvable." Miaobishenghua said.
The two brainy players smiled at each other, seeming to enjoy the fact that someone was in sync with their brainwaves… Then Entropy Does Not Increase offered a solution: “Sister Ying, please log off for a minute and come back online.”
Phantom: “…”
"Is this possible?!" an orange cat opened his mouth wide.
Zhao Zhenzhen, who was mixed in with the crowd of nurse players, looked at the two brain-based players with a deep look in her eyes.
Yang Ying followed the instructions and left the line, and the skeleton fell to the ground with a crash.
As soon as Yang Ying went offline, an orange cat jumped up as if someone had stabbed him in the butt: "Fuck! I heard a giggle! What the hell!"
"It seems that they will transfer as soon as they log off. This is very simple." En Bu Zeng nodded and said, "Boss Orange Cat, wait for six minutes and log off as well."
"Can I log off now? This sound is so disgusting." A ginger cat said with a sad face.
"It's okay, just think of it as an exclusive BGM for you." Huanling said gloatingly.
The corner of the orange cat's mouth twitched: "Wow, exclusive BGM...I should be proud of it?"
Everyone stood there and waited for two minutes, until Yang Ying came online, and then continued exploring.
The metal door facing the fountain was very heavy. The players tried to push it open but failed, so they flexibly chose to enter through the window next to it.
Entering the building, what appeared before the players was a luxuriously decorated mansion hall - with a height of at least six meters and an area of at least two hundred square meters, the hall still retained the furniture decorations of the prosperous period. Thick cashmere coats and bowler hats were hung on the coat rack near the door, and there were even some exquisite-looking tea sets on the coffee table in front of the fireplace.
If it weren't for the thick dust covering the furniture and spider webs everywhere, no one would believe that this mansion had been vacant for more than two years - the registration year marked on Zhao Zhenzhen's exorcist vest certificate is 1032.
The players spontaneously began to search the living room. Entropy and Miaobishenghua both looked at the wall facing the hall on the Z-shaped staircase.
There are three huge portraits hanging on the wall.
The largest portrait in the middle depicts an elderly man with a square face, dressed in formal attire, with a dignified temperament, sitting upright in a high-backed chair.
The slightly smaller portrait on the right shows a middle-aged man wearing a hat decorated with exaggerated feathers, a red half-cape, holding a horsewhip, and with one foot on a low stool.
The portrait on the left is the smallest, and it shows a handsome young man riding a horse, full of vigor and vitality.
"It looks like... the second generation, the first generation, and the third generation." En Buzeng's eyes swept across the three portraits on the right, middle, and left, and said to Miao Bishenghua.
Miaobishenghua nodded in agreement.
In addition to the portrait specifications being an obvious indication of generation, the mental outlook of the people in the painting also conforms to the three-generation rule - the first generation who started from scratch, the second generation who enjoys wealth but lacks discipline to a certain extent, and the third generation of elites who have received elite education since childhood and shoulder the responsibility of family inheritance.
In addition to the portraits of three generations of male owners, there is also a huge image of a deity hanging on the wall on the side of the fireplace, which is estimated to be more than four meters high.
Unlike the gold coin lady statue that players can occasionally see in Westram, this statue of the god is a man with a strong physique, long curly hair and a long beard. He is shirtless and standing on the waves in the strong wind, with his arms raised high, as if he is controlling the strong wind.
At the bottom of the statue of the deity, there are two sharply written phrases, which appear to the players as the four large characters “Storm Lord”.
En Buzeng's gaze only lingered briefly on the huge statue of the deity before shifting away and continuing to look around the living room... The natives of this world might marvel at how majestic and sacred this portrait of the Lord of Storms is, but the Chinese don't have that nerve.
"There is no portrait of the hostess." Miaobi Shenghua said, "That's not right... Aren't portraits of aristocratic women very common in movies?"
"This may be a clue to solving the puzzle." Entropy also discovered this. "We probably need to use the idea of solving a puzzle to complete this task—"
Before she finished her words, a ginger cat yelled, "I can't stand the noise anymore! Brother, please log off!"
Then this guy fell to the ground with a crash...
An orange cat just went offline, and Huanling, who was busy searching the closet, shouted "Fuck".
"Six minutes. Ah, at least six minutes." Miaobishenghua gestured to Huanling.
"The orange cat is right, this BGM is so fucking hell!" Huanling said in pain.
"Entropy does not increase, but the writing is brilliant. Come on, there is a discovery here!" Among the players searching the living room, one player raised his hand excitedly.
The two brainy players trotted over quickly.
The player happily demonstrated the results of his search by pulling up the rug between the fireplace and the coffee table.
On the back of the carpet, there are large stains that appear to be black at first glance, but appear to be dark red upon closer inspection.
Miaobishenghua squatted down and took a closer look, then said with emotion: "This is... blood!"
"You also think it's blood?" The player who found the clue rubbed his hands excitedly.
The cabinet that Huanling searched was not far from the fireplace. He came over to look at the back of the carpet and was puzzled: "How can you tell that it is blood when it is so black?"
I didn't hear the wonderful writing & entropy not increasing the equipment, and the female player who found out didn't say anything...
"The amount of blood loss is more than two liters." En Buzeng said, "Someone died here, and the scene has been cleaned up."
"When there was a massive death here, did anyone take the opportunity to kill people?" Miaobi Shenghua asked.
"That's possible. But it could also have happened before the disaster." En Bu Zeng stroked his chin and said, "Death foreshadows the baby's laughter, there's no portrait of the hostess, someone died in the house... Well, there are too many missing pieces of information, and I can't put them together."
Huan Ling was a little unhappy about being ignored, so he showed a diary in his hand and threatened: "If you ignore me again, I won't take this thing out."
As soon as he finished speaking, the diary in Huanling's hand, which was carefully tied with a ribbon, was snatched away by Shenxue, who had just come over...
"Childish." The student obsessed with studying glared at the stunned Huan Ling and handed the diary directly to Miaobishenghua.
"Oh, you, damn it!" Huan Ling was so angry that he had no place to vent.
This diary is carefully tied with a ribbon. It seems that the owner has a low level of education. The content of each entry is very brief and the handwriting is crooked.
"June 9th"
"The butler said that Master William will arrive before the autumn harvest. That's really exciting."
"July 1st"
"Master William is here, and he is still as handsome as ever."
"July 20th"
"Master William praised my potato soup for its traditional Kashmiri flavor. I'm so happy."
"July 28th"
"That damn bitch, she must be trying to seduce Master William."
"August 6th"
" Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!"
"August 12th"
"She was so happy to be scolded by Master William."
"August 30th"
"Why doesn't Mr. Butler fire her? She can't do the study work at all."
"September 7th"
"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! It's so irritating!"
"October 20th"
"Finally her true colors have been revealed. Everyone should know how filthy she is!"
"November 3rd"
"I'm not lying! She is that kind of person. Even if she hasn't done it before, she will do it in the future. She is a bitch! She can even deceive the night watchman! If she is still in Kashmir, a bitch like her should be burned to death!"
