Chapter 41 Missing

Even if he wasn't smart, he could tell that something was wrong with Zhou Rong and Yin Zhiping. Even if they weren't ghosts in disguise, they were corpses being manipulated by ghosts.

Perhaps... the real Zhou Rong and Yin Zhiping had already died after stepping into this building.

But just as he turned around and took a few steps, he suddenly stopped.

A dark shadow had appeared on the originally empty staircase at some point.

His pupils contracted, his heart seemed to be suddenly gripped, and then, a strange thought flashed in his mind. Could it be that the two people were pointing at... this dark shadow?

Before his thoughts could come to fruition, the dark clouds parted, and the bright moonlight shone through the broken window into the room. Benfu finally saw clearly that it was not a dark shadow at all, but a person squatting on the ground.

......

"Did you see who it is?" Zhou Rong asked in a low voice.

Jiang Cheng, Chen Xiaomeng, and Jiang Zhongyi were all crowded behind the door. They did not choose to open the door, but only pulled the door open a crack, looking out through the crack.

Jiang Zhongyi's throat bobbed up and down, and he said in an uncertain tone, "It seems... it seems to be Benfu."

He had been on night watch before, and compared to Jiang Cheng, who was on the previous watch, he was indeed conscientious. Every few minutes, he carefully approached the door and looked outside.

Just 10 minutes ago, when he looked outside again, he suddenly noticed a sneaky shadow.

But due to the angle, before he could observe carefully after discovering the shadow, the shadow disappeared from his field of vision with a flash.

In a panic, he only vaguely remembered the back of the shadow, and judged that it was Benfu.

"What should we do?" Jiang Zhongyi habitually looked at Zhou Rong and asked, "Should we notify the others?"

Zhou Rong lowered his head and thought, and did not answer for the time being.

For Zhou Rong, he was more concerned about how Benfu dared to leave the room alone, and still at night. The village chief had specifically emphasized before leaving that he should not go out at night.

Benfu might be a little stupid, but he was definitely not a fool, so there must be a problem here.

"Mr. Yin," Zhou Rong seemed to remember something, and suddenly raised his head, looking at Jiang Cheng, "What are your thoughts?"

From the beginning, Jiang Cheng's face had become very unnatural, tangled, regretful, and a little bit of remorse... and all of this had not escaped Zhou Rong's eyes. He took the opportunity to think that perhaps the former had discovered something.

Jiang Cheng touched his chin, and after a while, he said regretfully: "It's a pity about that sweet potato."

Zhou Rong: "???"

Jiang Zhongyi: "???"

Chen Xiaomeng: "I told you there was something wrong with his brain, but you didn't believe me..."

The calmed-down Zhou Rong tried to understand Jiang Cheng's words from another angle, "Mr. Yin," he swallowed and looked at Jiang Cheng and said quickly: "You mean... Benfu he..."

"If that was the real Benfu just now, he either found some clues or was seduced by something," Chen Xiaomeng glanced at Zhou Rong impatiently, "But the result is the same."

Jiang Zhongyi's face turned pale. Everyone knew what the things in Chen Xiaomeng's mouth referred to.

"Of course, there is a second possibility," Chen Xiaomeng said coldly, "The Benfu just now was a ghost in disguise, and the purpose was to lure us out."

Jiang Zhongyi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, thinking that this ghost must be thinking too much. It's so dark outside, only a lunatic would go out...

"Creak—"

The noise made by the old door shaft turning was like a pair of scissors, cutting off Jiang Zhongyi's soul all at once. He stared wide-eyed, watching Jiang Cheng open the door and walk out.

Then came Chen Xiaomeng and Zhou Rong.

He hurriedly looked outside and found that the door of another room had also been pushed open. Pei Qian, Yu Man, and Li Lu stood behind the door with very ugly faces.

Especially Li Lu, even from such a distance, he could still see her body trembling.

After a few seconds of愣, Jiang Zhongyi ran after him.

Letting him stay in the room by himself would be worse than killing him.

Now things have become clear, it seems that the one who left was indeed the real Benfu, not a ghost in disguise.

"I... I sleep very lightly," Li Lu in the crowd trembled, and the temperature of the stove could not dispel the chill in her heart, "I heard the sound of wind outside, so I got up to see what was going on, but I didn't expect the door to be open, and then Benfu he... he's gone!"

After listening to Jiang Zhongyi's words, Pei Qian's face became gloomy. After a while, he said, "Benfu should have been confused by the ghost. I'm afraid he's in more danger than good."

Besides this, everyone really couldn't find a reason for him to leave alone. After all, the mission had just begun, and it was impossible for him to find key clues and directly clear the mission by himself.

But it was too late to say anything now.

Fortunately, the people here are not newcomers. Although some people's eyes showed emotional fluctuations, in the final analysis, it was just a simple feeling of sorrow for the death of a rabbit.

Death in nightmares is a frequent occurrence. What everyone needs to do is to deduce the taboos in the mission from it, and then avoid becoming the next dead person.

The advantage of old players gathering together is that no one will raise such a stupid question as whether to look for someone. Everyone tacitly gathers in one room to rest.

Close the door tightly, burn the stove, and increase the number of people on night watch to two at the same time.

A shift change every hour and a half ensures that everyone has enough rest time.

In this way, they waited until dawn.

It wasn't until there were footsteps outside the door that Zhou Rong pushed the door open.

It was still the village chief and the dark and strong man. The man was carrying a long carrying pole, with baskets hanging on both ends of the pole, covered with thick cloth, and a faint fragrance came out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the village chief was busy apologizing as soon as he came up, "Are the experts hungry? Come, come, have something to eat!"

Under the thick cloth was a whole屉 of steamed buns.

But it was not the common white steamed bun, but a light yellow one. If you look closely, there are very rough bumps on it.

In this era, big white flour should be a very extravagant thing. Even these coarse grains are probably collected by the village chief from house to house.

After thanking them, everyone took the steamed buns and ate them. Another basket contained a black坛子, and inside was something similar to a gourd split in half, with a tool floating in it that could be used to drink water.

If they felt choked from eating the steamed buns, they would drink some water.

Everyone ate and drank silently, without saying a word.

The village chief's eyes were constantly looking at everyone, and his mouth opened a few times, but in the end, as if to cover up, he said a few polite words to prevaricate.

Chen Xiaomeng leaned against the window alone, eating steamed buns in small bites, and occasionally glanced at the village chief out of the corner of her eye. In fact, when the village chief first appeared, she noticed that the village chief was intentionally or unintentionally checking their number of people.

He also stretched his neck from time to time and glanced into the room a few times.

He had already realized that there was one person missing, but he remained indifferent as if nothing had happened. Chen Xiaomeng's eyes gradually became subtle.