Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 257

     Keith is dead.

    And Hua Si Si disappeared from the church.

    The tingling tension that made the scalp tingle quickly spread through the room through the air.

    Even if they want to resist and fight, they have to understand what they are dealing with, right?

    You know, they are not unprepared in advance.

    Hua Xixi has a wooden stick in his hand and an entire props library on his body.

    The experience of dozens of dungeons has accumulated, not all people have the ability to approach him without knowing it.

    When he made a judgment of “dangerous”, even if the incident happened suddenly and he couldn’t make an attack in time, Hua Xixi could always make some movement.

    But he just disappeared in the chapel.

    No blood, no sound.

    When Jiang Fang entered the door, only a body with a cross pierced through his chest was left lying on the bed.

    The most important thing is that there should be no other living creatures on the east coast except for them.

    If it took four full days to be sure about this matter, their previous copies were really in vain.

    The search of the closed room in the church just now confirmed this.

    Since there is no place for Tibetans in the church, apart from them and Keith, there should only be seven people on the east bank.

    So, who could sneak into the church and kill Keith?

    And who has the ability to make a young man disappear like a steam in a church where five people shuttle back and forth?

    Nan Zhou said: “Someone may have crossed the bridge and came from the west bank.”

    Jiang Fang shrugged: “Or some devil who has been borrowing from the East Bank Church.”

    Song Haining got goosebumps from the speculation of these two.

    She looked at the corpse and asked in surprise, “Then what are we going to do now?”

    Jiang Fang waved his hand, motioning them to go out first, don’t scatter and wait outside.

    The other team members are ordinary people before entering the dungeon. Staying here and staring at the corpse has no other benefits other than adding anxiety.

    Song Haining was distraught, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

     Keith’s death is fatal.

    Their main task is to help Keith and Shelley spread the word.

    If tomorrow, the Duke sends someone to deliver the letter on the bridge again, what will they take?

    Is it a perfunctory letter that is signed today?

    Nan Zhou didn’t care about Song Haining’s anxiety.

    On the fourth day, the Duke did not send a letter, which means that the content of the letter does not need to be modified.

    It is not difficult to change the date and sign.

    In order to be safe, they may not even send the letter, but only send the item.

    Anyway, no one stipulates that the two of them must write a letter every day, and the cold and heat are constant.

    They could even lie that Keith broke his arm and asked them to pass the word.

    Nanzhou is more concerned about the strange situation in front of her than the embarrassment she will face tomorrow.

    Pastor Keith’s hands were tied to the bed rail by Nan Zhou himself. The incision on his chest was savagely rolled, but because the blood was blocked, Not much.

    The cross embedded in his heart was short and blunt, not a good weapon.

    During the brief confrontation with Keith, Nan Zhou judged that his body seemed thin, but the hidden strength inside was not small.

    …But for Nanzhou, it is only within the normal range of human beings.

    With both hands tied, even if Keith wanted to commit suicide, a cross that hung around his neck was by no means the best weapon.

    In addition, considering to respect his beliefs, after successfully capturing him, Nan Zhou took everything from him, except for the cross.

    …It was the most unlikely weapon that robbed him of his life.

    The murderer did not bring a knife or gun, and used the crudest and easiest method of killing to easily take the life of this core NPC.

    Even if it was done by a certain devil who was summoned, such a murder method is really too sloppy.

    Nan Zhou stared at the corpse on the bed with his eyes closed.

    After a while, he got up and walked out.

    Jiang Fang knew where he was going.

    The sooner you find Hua Sisi, the more chance he has of surviving.

    It stands to reason that they should not act separately at such times.

    But in terms of Nanzhou’s force value, this rule does not hold.

    He didn’t have any other instructions to tell Nan Zhou, he just said softly: “…Be careful.”

    Nanzhou: “I know.”

    Jiang Fang emphasized it again: “I’m not only talking about encountering monsters. If you encounter Hua Xixi, be careful.”

    Nan Zhou lowered his eyes: “…I know.”

    He understood what Jiang Fang was talking about.

    It is meaningless to take Hua Xixi silently under their eyes and ears.

    Just like killing Keith, killing him together without knowing it is obviously simpler, isn’t it?

    Though the people inside and outside the room remained silent, they all had a common understanding in their hearts.

    Hua 偲偲 may have been taken away.

    The one who even killed Keith was him.

    For Jiang Fang’s reminder, Nan Zhou nodded calmly: “Remember, I will try my best to save him.”

    Leave this sentence, his figure flashed at the door and disappeared.

    The second half of Jiang Fang’s sentence was softly said after Nan Zhou left: “…I mean, you have to take care of yourself.”

    The words were out, and he felt ridiculous.

    Jiang Fang has always been cold and selfish.

    Although these team members called themselves the boss, but in the event of an accident, Jiang Fang only cares about the safety of Nan Zhou, and Nan Zhou cares more about their life and death than himself.

    He shook his head and turned his gaze to the corpse on the bed again.

    Pastor Keith’s facial muscles were stiff and his teeth were gritted to death.

    Jiang Fang opened his eyelids and looked at the dead man’s eyes that had lost focus.

    After a while, his expression changed slightly.

    From those eyes, he easily read the surprise mixed with pain.

    It is normal for people to be shocked and die on the spot.

    However, it is impossible for a person who died in such amazement to close his eyes so firmly!

    Jiang Fang leaned down, searched carefully, and found several other pieces of evidence:

    —There was a little bit of blood on Pastor Keith’s forehead and temples and the joints of both palms.

    …As if there were hands stained with blood, after Keith died, he helped the terrified him to close his eyes.

    Jiang Fang turned his attention to the fatal wound on his chest again.

    Such injuries cannot achieve the effect of one hit kill.

    If Keith’s will is a little firmer, if Keith thinks, he can leave some valuable information about the murderer.

    But he didn’t.

    This also means that the initiator has been at the bedside, watching Pastor Keith struggling on the bed, and even…will gently hold his hands on the bedside to prevent him from leaving anything Traces used to give them hints.

     Until he died.

    Until he dies.

    The man covered his eyelids for him, and turned to leave.

    Jiang Fang searched the whole bed.

    As expected, behind the head of the bed, he saw a little scratch on his nails.

    —The dying Pastor Keith really wanted to leave something for them.

    It’s just that the specific content is no longer available.

    Jiang Fang stepped out of the room and faced four faces that were confused, frightened, or uneasy.

    He took a deep breath and offered them a creepy hypothesis:

    “Since our opponent will destroy the evidence, that means our understanding of the timing of the mission may have been skewed – Keith may have completed the ritual of summoning the devil long ago, destroying all the evidence. “

    “He, or the demon summoned by him, is just waiting for us.”

    …

    The Antarctic Star in the room was spread out, sleeping very sweetly, not knowing that the world outside had turned upside down.

    The laughing young man who teased the tip of his nose when he first met him and asked “Why do you want to raise little mice”, the one who is single-minded about ending the game and returning to the world, for fear that his mother will lose her father after losing her father. The young man who lost him again has disappeared without a trace.

    The fourth day ended and they ushered in the fifth day sunrise.

    Pastor Keith is dead, but they still have a mission to do.

    Jiang Fang recorded stroke by stroke in the church log.

    Today’s weather: fog.

    The temperature at 8 am today: 24 degrees.

    The night passed and their search progressed very slowly.

    In and out of the church.

    They failed to search for more valuable clues in the church, and failed to find the missing Hua Xixi.

    Although this east bank is a cliff, it is still too difficult for Nan Zhou to walk all over by himself.

    After dawn, because the church had been turned upside down by them and there was no other trace to be found, Guan Junliang and Ban Hang simply went out to search, leaving Jiangfang and Song Haining in the church to watch Family.

    In the afternoon, Nanzhou went to the suspension bridge for the fifth time with empty hands again according to the specified time.

    This time, someone was waiting there ahead of time.

    But the person waiting there was not Zhao Lirui, but a strange man with a tall stature and the appearance of a deacon.

    He stood silently in the bridge, with cold lines, like an elegant and fit statue in a tuxedo.

    After seeing the face of the visitor, Nan Zhou stopped.

    Why not Zhao Lirui?

    Nan Zhou noticed that he had nothing in his hand.

    …So, you want to send a message?

    Souvenirs and gifts can be given to newcomers.

    The message must be sent by someone who is relatively close and reliable.

    However, this still could not dispel the doubts that rose in Nan Zhou’s heart.

    The tuxedo took off the top hat, bowed deeply to himself, and made a perfect ten.

    Nan Zhou went straight to the point: “What about the people who usually communicate with us?”

    The tuxedo put on a very business-like attitude: “Sorry. The night before yesterday, Duke Shelley suddenly fell ill, the castle was too busy, and there were no staff to deliver the letter, wasting Reverend Keith. I’m very sorry for your time. The duke only woke up last night and didn’t have the strength to write a letter, so please ask me to send a message…”

    Nanzhou thought of last night again.

    The only attic window in the whole church that echoes the opposite bank, the figure who is far away from him.

    …

    Nan Zhou gave a prepared speech: “Mr. Keith didn’t write a letter, just asked how the Duke’s health is.”

    “Mr. Duke also has something to convey to Mr. Keith.” The man in the tuxedo replied in a tone that seemed to have been cast in copper, “He said, he received your heart.” That thing’, he’ll do it.”

    Nan Zhou asked: “What’s the matter?”

    “I don’t know.” The tuxedo is watertight, “However, what Mr. Duke knows, Mr. Reverend must know.”

    The pastor Keith has been cold for almost 24 hours, and even if they wanted to ask, it was impossible to ask.

    Thinking of this, Nanzhou stepped onto the suspension bridge.

    One step at a time, one step at a time.

    Every step, Nan Zhou was thinking about whether to kill the deacon here.

     Kill him, and no one can go back and report to the duke.

    In this case, the Duke should send someone to ask again.

    There are not many servants under the Duke, and those who can run errands should be newcomers.

    Nanzhou urgently needs to confirm that his teammates on the other side are safe.

    He was even more worried that Hua Xixi set foot on the West Bank for some reason.

    Alternatively, you can try to drag this person from the west bank and outside the game system to the east bank forcibly to test what punishments or restrictions will be imposed if they cross the bridge.

    But a lot of thoughts passed through his mind, and they just passed.

    The situation has not deteriorated to an uncontrollable situation, and there are still two days until the seventh day. He can’t kill him rashly and startle the snake.

    As for dragging him to the east coast…

    First of all, this person is not a player and may not be bound by the rules.

    Secondly, if there was only Nanzhou himself on the east bank, and there was such an extra experimental body, he would definitely drag him over to give it a try.

    Not now.

    East coast has his friends and his teammates.

    He is not afraid of breaking the rules, but he is afraid of hurting others.

    Therefore, when standing in front of the tuxedo, Nan Zhou’s tone was as calm and indifferent as ever, as if the sinister plans brewing in his chest did not exist at all: “Does the Duke have anything else to say? to say?”

    The old **** of tuxedo is here: “No more.”

    Nan Zhou: “Where are the people who came with us?”

    Tailcoat Shi Shiran: “Who? Sorry, I’m only responsible to the duke, not personnel management.”

    Nan Zhou: “What exactly does ‘that matter’ refer to? If you don’t make it clear, I can’t convey it.”

    The tuxedo still insisted: “Mr. Keith must know.”

    …The other party is obviously not oily and salty.

    However, before Nan Zhou asked, “Have you seen anyone crossing the bridge since last night?”, only a scream resounded through the valley.

    Nan Zhou’s face turned cold.

    The voice of Hua 偲偲!

    On the east coast, in the area that I haven’t had time to search!

    However, the tuxedo seemed to be accustomed to such terrifying screams, put the top hat to his chest, and bowed gently: “If there is nothing else, I will go back first. —”

    His tie was caught by Nan Zhou.

    The calm thinking and careful calculation just now have all turned into a cold murderous intention.

    Nan Zhou grabbed his tie with one hand and kicked his knee.

     Before the tuxedo could react, the whole person lost weight and was overturned outside the suspension bridge guardrail.

    He was immediately flushed by the tightened tie, and his neck was thick.

    He made a “hehe” sound in his throat, raised his neck in vain, grabbed Nan Zhou’s hands, and kicked his feet in the air, trying to find a focus.

    Nan Zhou let him struggle enough, and lifted him up, so that his toes could barely step on the wooden boards on the outer edge of the suspension bridge.

    “…where are you going?”

    Nan Zhou didn’t realize how much he sounded like Jiang Fang: “…I’ll ask again. Does the Duke have anything else to say?”