Suspended Life Game - Chapter 184

Xie Yan carefully observed the information on this cloth strip again. The upper part of the cloth strip is already red, but the tail end is fine, with only a few red spots. From this point of view, the bleeding amount of the injured person should also be okay-after the cloth strip is wrapped around the wound a few times, the outer layer is not saturated.

Xie Yan’s eyes fell on the tail of the cloth strip, and suddenly his eyes narrowed sharply, even shaking his right hand holding the cloth strip.

“This is … Yoyo ?!”

The tail of the cloth strip is about one or two millimeters near the tear, and there is a small tear. This habit of tearing things has been around for a long time. Of course, there are not many opportunities to tear cloth outside, but there are many opportunities to tear paper. When you are tearing things, you like to tear a small mouth first, and then tear from the side.

This strange habit, apart from Yoyo, probably will not have a second person. Yoyo …

Xie Yan carefully checked around, but he did not see any other blood dripping, and there was nothing more than grass and soil.

Going east is still a choice that must be made now.

Xie Xuan rushed to the eastern mark at the fastest speed, and gradually the outline became clear. About 20 minutes later, a small village appeared in front of him.

Village? No wonder.

The origin of the game of werewolf killing is that in the village, everyone is a normal villager during the day, and on the night of the full moon, there will be people hiding in the village. The werewolves will transform into werewolves and hurt the villagers. With so many rounds, it would be perfectly normal to have a copy of the map with real villages.

“It might as well have finally appeared.”

He smiled a little, and was near the village. Xie Yan slowed down and leaned quietly, but walked to the edge of the village, a strange feeling came to mind again.

……wrong.

It’s too quiet, it shouldn’t be so quiet at this point in time.

Looking at it, the village seems to be a very ordinary village. If there is something unusual, the distance between people is relatively long, and the houses are not as closely connected as the outside villages (“It seems that the land is not valuable.” what”). There is a distance of one or two hundred meters between each two stone houses here, but the houses also intersect within a few lines of sight.

There is a small piece of land near each home for planting, and there is a small wooden fence around the edge of the land. It can’t stop anyone, and it can only be used as a boundary. Looking further afield, you can see very common village facilities such as wells in the village, publicity horns hanging on long wooden poles, and so on. Dirt land, all kinds of stones and weeds, and unknown trees in twos and threes, all look like an ordinary village-except that no trace of a villager has been seen.

Xie Xun walked silently to the nearest house, his eyes flashed.

There is a clear embossed ‘8’ on the door.

This is the house of the dead number 8.

No. 8 is out, and the closed room door can no longer be locked. Xie Wei pushed it gently, and the door creaked and opened. Although the curtains were pulled in the room, it still did not affect the sight in the room during the day.

This is a small house with a very simple structure. The first thing that catches the eye is a main hall of more than ten square meters. In the middle and rear of the main hall is a wooden table, several stools, and a stone-paved floor. On the table is an uneaten bread, and some residue of bread. A bottle drank half of the water and a bottle seems to have not. Unsealed water.

On the wall directly opposite the room was an old-fashioned wall clock. The second hand still clicked and clicked at 7:50. Apart from that, there is nothing else in the living room.

The other two rooms, one is a bathroom, and the other is a single bedroom. There are only beds, lamps and windows in the bedroom. There are also lights and windows in the bathroom. All the windows have curtains. The quilts in the bedroom are scattered. Obviously, at least initially, some people have slept. It can be seen from the posture of the quilt that the owner of the quilt lifted the quilt and went out of bed. There was basically no dust in the bedroom, and there were no other signs of damage or blood.

It seems that No. 8 did not die indoors …?

Since this bureau has system protection, that is to say, No. 8 was not killed by the werewolf at night-if he died in his house at night, there is no reason for others to remove his body, and the quilt is pulled apart. The shape is extremely natural. So he died during the day voting? Or other accidents? Or … No. 8 was killed by the wolf, but he wasn’t in his room when he died? Does he have any reason to go out even if he knows it is dangerous at night?

The game time of the werewolf and the **** card is still separated in this game, and there is no possibility that they will collide together at the same time.

And there was one more thing that mattered. Xie Xuan exited the bedroom and went back to the living room again, his eyes rested on the table for a few seconds before resting on the food.

It didn’t take long in room 8; it took less than 7:55 to get out of house 8 and there were two houses on the left front and right front respectively, with the front left slightly closer and the front right A little further. There is also a certain distance between the two houses, Xie Yan walked to the room on the left front.

This time the number on the door is capital ‘1’.

No. 1? Number 1 is a surviving player. If Number 1 is in the room, his door should now be locked. Xie Yan quietly walked over, made a hand knocking on the door, slowly approached, stopped when he was about to touch the door, and slowly held the door handle, then shoved it.

‘Squeak …’ The door made a familiar sound, and opened without any resistance.

The room was quiet and looked like a layout of Room 8.

“It won’t really be an ’empty city’ …” Xie Yan’s eyebrows lightened, and he reached out and knocked twice on the opened door.

‘Dang, Dang! ‘A clear echo echoed around.

No one responded.

Xie Yan entered the room. The whole layout is the same as that of Room 8. The main hall is a table. The difference is that this table is empty-no water and no food.

Xie Yi opened the phone and glanced at the character status. The dead players still had the previous Nos. 2, 7, and 8. The identification of No. 1 was normal.

Xie Yan came to the bedroom, and the quilt on the 1st was simply folded up. Is it a neat person, is it a girl?

But you can be sure that No. 1 is not yoyo.

There is no other noteworthy thing in room 1, but if

This is also the case for other living people’s rooms, which is in itself the most noteworthy situation-under the condition of systematic protection, what makes them leave their homes.