Question 2: Did the deceased die of homicide or suicide?

Question 3: What was the cause of death?

Question 4: Where is the body?

What the hell, you, a funeral parlor transporter, are acting like a forensic investigator? What kind of trouble is that?

Could it be that before the corpse was burned, the corpse could get up and ask you how it died?

Shen Jian sighed.

A good thriller game, just do these useless things.

After reading the content, other players' faces turned pale and purple.

Among them, the tall and muscular man and the girl with freckles were trembling slightly.

They looked at Wang Chen.

That's right.

They saw it.

The three groups of players all have a master and a novice.

And Wang Chen, like them, was the one who was taken away.

This is a resonance among rookies.

However……

Wang Chen's reaction was very calm.

This made them look at each other.

Look at their respective thighs.

The slender young man pointed to the hotel opposite: "It is impossible for a thriller game to give a certain death task. Since this questionnaire has been published, the answer can definitely be found in the hotel."

The girl with glasses also nodded.

Wang Chen lowered his voice and said, "Brother Leg, what should we do?"

Shen Jian glanced at the middle-aged and fatter Mediterranean, and didn't say anything. He just sighed and said, "Let's go and have a look first. I'm not very good at this kind of puzzle game."

He looked up.

The Ping An Hotel mentioned in the game tips is just opposite.

It was a hotel that also provided food and accommodation.

It's a bit old, the white paint on the outside of the walls has become blurry, and moss has grown all over the hotel.

It looks eerie, like it was built on a cemetery.

A sick man smoking a dry cigarette and coughing violently looked at the player with cloudy and white eyes.

Every cough sounds like something bad has happened.

"Stay in a hotel, or go to a hotel?"

The sick man opened his mouth and said in an almost mute voice.

The thin young man said in a deep voice: "We are the staff of the funeral home. We are here to transport the corpse. Please let us in."

There is no doubt that this is a trick.

They can't force their way in.

Just follow the rules.

"One thousand per person."

"What?" The thin young man was stunned.

"If you want to go in, you can get one thousand horror coins per person." The sick man continued to smoke his dry cigarette, and the clouds and mist filled the air.

Everyone was shocked.

What a big appetite.

One thousand Thriller coins is undoubtedly a huge amount of money for them.

And not everyone can afford it.

This kind of currency, which can only be used in the horror world, is absolutely very important to players. No one is willing to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

What's more, this is just the entrance fee.

what to do?

Many players looked at each other.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

For the first time, they encountered local monsters that made things difficult for players.

Before entering the hotel, I was stopped outside.

Although there is no time limit for this dungeon, all fools know that the longer you delay in a dungeon full of weirdness, the more dangerous it is.

It takes a lot of patience, but people don't have that.

"Hey, fellow countryman, I'm going with you."

Just then, a tut-tut sound sounded.

Everyone was stunned.

Because they saw Shen Jian go up.

He looked as enthusiastic as meeting a fellow villager and asking him to introduce his work.

Players:???

Sick ghost:???

Who the hell is from your hometown?

"Are you coming with me? Are you working in a hotel too?"

The sick man's hoarse cough sounded.
Chapter completed!