The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 505

Si Anke stood up slowly, silently staring at the scene in front of him.

The humming mill looked like the gaping mouth of a monster.

The surrounding air seems to be stagnant here.

Obviously, there is no "sun" as the first light source in the underground world, and the crystal wall dome in the sky shines 24 hours a day, and there is no difference between morning and night.

But Si Anke felt inexplicably... a breath of [Dusk] came from around him.

Even though he didn't know what the breath of dusk was, his intuition was telling him so, warning him urgently.

— don't go in.

Almost liquid fear seeped through the pores, making him feel the blood vessels in his forehead and temples pulsating crazily due to this inexplicable tension.

— run away.

In a trance, Si An felt that the air around him became sticky and sweet.

The world in front of me seemed to turn into a black and red silhouette in an instant, and then changed back to the original in an instant.

Even the barrage in front of Si Anke's eyes disappeared.

It's like playing a horror game with friends, but when it comes to a critical moment, I suddenly feel silent while talking.

Turning around, the room was empty at some point.

It's much more scary than playing alone at the beginning!
"……Ah."

Si Anke muttered in a low voice:

"Did I wake up from a dream... or did I enter a dream?"

— fuck it.

Si Anke's lips moved slightly, he gritted his teeth hard, and cursed silently.

He gradually sank his face, and looked seriously at the mill with its wide open door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?"

Si Anke shouted at the door.

no respond.

——There should be no response.

He walked forward slowly and walked into the door.

But at the next moment, the door behind him suddenly made a loud "squeak" and closed with a slam!
"Rotten."

Si Anke commented with a calm expression: "I guessed it."

He stopped at the door and looked around.

In this large-looking mill, there is a strange smell.Si Anke tried hard to distinguish...it seemed to be the smell of mushrooms.

Right.

This mill seems to have been called the Black Mushroom Mill before.

Si Anke learned from Niussel that black mushrooms are unique to the underground world, a strange kind of mushroom.

It's a very lowly mushroom... needs no care at all and can survive rotten wood, but has to live in a dark environment.Because the appearance looks completely black, it is called black mushroom.

As long as a little blood or feces is needed, it can grow extremely quickly, and occupy the growth space of other mushrooms with incomparable strength, causing them to die and turn into nourishment.

Yes.

——This is a "fungus that can digest fungi."Therefore, there is no need to care at all, and there is no need to worry about the growth of bacteria.

The value of this kind of mushroom is that after it is dried and ground into powder, it will become a kind of food that is rich in nutrition and can be stored for a long time.

Its status in the underground world is equivalent to that of wheat.

The powder ground from black mushrooms is equivalent to "flour".

Almost all the larger underground cities will have their own black mushroom mills.It does not rule out cities that are completely imported from other cities... but there is really no need.

Because the cost of black mushrooms is very low, and no cultivation techniques are required.

Black mushrooms that are ground into powder without being dried can be produced into new black mushrooms when sprinkled on rotten wood.The work of the mill is to constantly replace the wood, scrape off the grown black mushrooms, dry and grind the powder, which can be handled by only two or three people.

"Replacing wood" and "drying black mushrooms" are completed at the same time; and "grinding into powder" does not require manual work-of course, it is not a traditional windmill, but a steam engine.

And the humming can be heard from the outside, which means...

Today, the mill is working.

But there was no one in it at all.

Not to mention the sound of conversation, not even the sound of footsteps.

"This is……"

Si Anke suddenly noticed a very abrupt detail.

In the corner of the hall on the first floor of the mill, a shovel was lying upside down.

The tip of the shovel was bloodstained, dry and brown.And on the nearby ground, there are still spots of blood.

However, Si An Ke did not understand the relevant knowledge of forensic science, and could not use these details to restore the scene.

...If it is citalopram, maybe more details can be found.

Although citalopram is actually a psychiatrist.But Si Anke always subconsciously felt that citalopram had a forensic-like gloomy and cold temperament.

To describe...

Just like Orochimaru.

He picked up the shovel and looked at it carefully.

And a system prompt appeared in front of him:

【Blooded Shovel】

【—was a murder weapon】

There is no doubt that people have died here.

...Although it is not certain who died.

But Si Anq can also guess that this should not be a murder.

In an underground city where there is no shortage of iron weapons, no one will murder others with a shovel.

At the same time, however, no one should be entering the house with a shovel...

Si Anke's eyes turned to those bloodstains.

He took two steps forward, approaching the bloodstain.

The moment he got close to the bloodstain, Four Darks suddenly felt a sense of unexplained and extremely strong fear——

The surrounding world has once again become the style of red background and black stroke.

In his ears, there was a distorted scream.It was like the rustling sound of a shell being brought close to the ear, mixed with a sharp and piercing voice like a devil:

"—Hurry up, he's about to wake up! Take out his liver first!"

"—Kaz, come here, I'll turn on the machine!"

"—Where is Alice?"

"—she must be hiding around, she's in this mill!"

The next moment, the auditory hallucination ended.

Si Anmo suddenly heard a gust of wind behind him.

He was instantly terrified!
A sharp pain came from the back of his head, his eyes widened, but his eyes were dark instead.

Si Anke staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

The blood spilling from the back of his head slowly soaked the ground.

Covering, eroding towards dry brown marks...

Finally, outline almost identical traces.

"hiss--"

Si Anke was startled suddenly, and sat up from the bed.

He clutched the back of his head, as if he could still feel phantom pains.

He looked around vigilantly, and saw the two beds for the first time.

And he was lying on the bed, still covered with a quilt.

Little Bear stood by the bed, with an OvO smile stitched on his face with black thread.

A bullet screen appeared before his eyes again:
"—Fuck me, scare me!"

"—I always feel that in the next scene just now, two people should come out and take out a test tube to feed brother Ke Zi a pill..."

"—I know, this story is called Detective Kenan (confirmed)"

(End of this chapter)