As he continued to read the character script in his mind, Linnard seemed to return to the scene described in the script.

In just ten minutes, all the actions a person has experienced from childhood to adulthood, from the recent past to the last second, are completely reviewed.

It was like watching a movie from a first-person perspective, and he could even personally experience Li Fa's fear and panic in the scene.

When he transformed into Li Fa in the play and was stared at by all the strange beings in the village, he could hear the rapid beating of his heart in his chest.

This strange experience was a very surprising experience for Lynard, who was born with weak emotions. The primitive fear brought by ghosts and the unknown made him involuntarily have a desire for life. He was so scared that his hands and feet became cold, his back sweated, and his feet

So soft.

When I finished reading the last word, the memories in my mind also finished playing, and my eyes returned to the mourning hall again.

"despair."

The sound of the second hand came to his ears, and the paralysis that could not control his whole body disappeared in an instant, as if he had returned to reality from a nightmare, and the surroundings had changed from illusion to reality.

The sense of panic that was everywhere and slightly weird became more intense and real.

It's like a person who has been watching a lion outside the cage suddenly walks into the cage and stays next to the lion.

"Dear relatives and friends, thank you very much for taking time out of your haste to attend the funeral of Xu Ting, the dog, and to see him through the last part of his life."

An old and deep voice suddenly sounded. Linnard turned his head and saw that Xu's father, who was sitting at the entrance, stood up, walked to the altar table, and spoke loudly.

"I would like to express my gratitude to my son for having good friends like you!"

Father Xu looked to be in his early fifties, with slightly white hair neatly combed. He was wearing an unusual linen shirt. The pure black color exuded a sense of solemnity. His eyes were directed towards Linnard's seat.

"Uncle, you're welcome. Xu...Xu Ting is a good friend of mine. It's right for us to come to express our condolences..."

A clear female voice with a hint of sadness came to my ears. After a moment of recall, I remembered that it was Luo Xin's voice.

Linnard cleared his throat, assumed the role of "Li Fa", and said sadly: "Xu Ting is my good brother, and I will definitely come to see him for the last time."

"Uncle, you don't have to be like this..."

"You're welcome……"

Unfamiliar guests also responded one after another.

After some polite exchanges, it seemed that he could not bear the pain of losing his son. Father Xu's already ugly face completely faded, and the atmosphere in the venue was immersed in grief. After a long time, he spoke:

"Xu Ting's wish during his lifetime was to have three or five close friends watch over him after his death. Now that this happened suddenly and I haven't had time to notify other relatives and friends at home, can I beg you to stay overnight for him?"

A line of font suddenly popped into Linard's mind.

"Promise, or I'll kill you."

His eyebrows twitched and he replied: "It's a matter of duty, uncle, don't say that. Even if you don't mention it, I will still keep vigil for Xu Ting to see my good friend off for the last time."

Everyone didn't know if everyone had accepted the relevant tasks, so they readily accepted them.

Xu's father coughed a few times, but the sadness still lingered in his brows, and he turned to look at someone: "Taoist Master Wang, please take care of me."

The person who was called had his hair tied up in a bun, and was wearing a long-sleeved yellow Taoist robe with various incantations of Bagua, Yin and Yang painted on it. He had a ruddy complexion and was about twenty years old. He was reading a yellowed book and smelling

Yan nodded quickly in agreement.

"I originally wanted to keep a vigil for my son, but I am really old and frail and my body cannot survive. After being bumpy for so long, I just feel dizzy and unable to move. Xu Di, please take care of me here and entertain me.

Visitors, I will go to the back room to rest for a while, and I will also have some guest rooms cleaned. This ancestral house has not been occupied for a long time, so it needs to be tidied up."

A middle-aged man about forty years old, wearing a formal suit, was looking around nervously. After hearing his instructions, he quickly turned around and replied seriously: "Okay, you go and have a rest. The doctor said that you are sick and cannot be overworked. Here is

…It’s good to have me here.”

Xu's father didn't pay attention to the performance of this middle-aged man and left with the help of a woman in her thirties dressed as a nanny.

When the opponent's black figure, which was so thick that it could not be melted away, disappeared before his eyes, Lin Nadford felt as if the cutscene was over.

Looking at the mourning hall again, there were four people besides himself, namely the middle-aged man named Xu Di, Luo Xin who came with him, a Taoist priest he didn't know, and a completely unfamiliar young man sitting there.

Next to the mahjong machine, I touched the mahjong tiles boredly.

Player?

Or are the nanny, Father Xu, and the servant who didn’t appear just now the players?

And the people here are just natives of this world?

He subconsciously deduced and looked at the middle-aged man who looked awkward and uneasy from the beginning.

The other party was looking around anxiously, looking frightened and out of place in this unusually silent mourning hall.

"Is this the most obvious player, entering for the first time? Or is it a disguise?"

After reading the rules, Linnard's first reaction was that he didn't trust any player except himself.

As a person involved in a murder case, anyone is likely to lie when solving the case internally without external force and order.

Maybe he is the murderer, maybe he is just hiding his secret.

What's more, in this scenario game, players are clearly divided into two camps: "murderers" and "ordinary players".

If the "murderer" doesn't want to be caught, killing other people must be the most worry-free and safe way.

After all, just killing everyone present is the perfect crime.

This will inevitably lead to the impossibility of complete trust between players.

But having said that, Linnard does not intend to completely eliminate communication with other players.

Intelligence is an extremely important resource at any time, not to mention that the rules do not prohibit players from communicating with each other, but rather promote such communication.

But obviously, in this case, the cost of communication must be extremely high. A person with normal logical thinking will not blindly trust others, even if they behave completely harmless.

He made a brief and rapid inference in his mind based on all the information he had received so far, and he had determined what the current optimal solution was.

"The murder that is destined to happen has not yet begun. Judging from my own script, I am currently completely unable to determine whether I am the murderer or whether they are the same as me...

Now I should try my best to use words to extract information from others to supplement the worldview missing from my script."

His mind was filled with confusion and he needed enough information to answer it, such as:

What is this world like? Xu Ting’s unexpected death? The female ghost in the park? The white shadow on the road?

Maybe someone else knows some truth, or related deeds.

But obviously, it is more reliable to expect others to take the initiative to tell you and to dig out step by step yourself.

Thinking like this, Linard's pupils shrank slightly, and he chose to speak first to break the calm, and said loudly:

"Hello, my name is Li Fa. I am Xu Ting's good friend from college. I suddenly heard that he had an accident this time. I was very sad and rushed here in a hurry. I don't know who you are?"

His indifferent eyes scanned the whole place, and he was observing others calmly.

Everyone was slightly moved by his opening, and the expressions on their faces jumped, but they still showed a defensive look.

The strange young man who had been playing with the cards next to the mahjong machine looked at him with a smile, with some doubts in his tone:

"My name is Jiang Yuan. You look like you don't even know what's going on. Are you all new this time?"

Hearing him mention the words "newcomer" without hesitation, everyone's reaction was extremely exaggerated and they looked at him in shock.

Jiang Yuan looks to be in his mid-twenties. He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and has a somewhat feminine face. His cynical face uncharacteristically exudes an aura of keeping away from strangers. He wears a white shirt and slacks, looking like an ordinary tourist.

Freehand brushwork.

Seeing their reactions, Jiang Yuan rubbed his temples in annoyance and muttered a curse word.

"Damn, I really hit the mark!

Oh, you don't have to look at me so surprised, I can tell the difference between players and NPCs.

NPC is someone like Xu Ting’s father just now, we usually call him NPC.”

Jiang Yuan was a little depressed, with an ugly expression on his face. He picked a grape from the fruit plate and threw it into his mouth, chewing it hard.

It seemed that the fact that they were all new people was a huge blow to him.

"You can't play when there are NPCs around, but when it's all players, there aren't so many restrictions. You can be more casual."

"N...NPC, that means they are not real people, right? This, all of this is false, right?!"

The middle-aged man who had been restless was very excited when he heard this. Veins suddenly appeared on his neck. He ran to the young man's side in two steps and grabbed the other man's arm.

"Newcomer, if you are so rude again, I don't mind paying a small price to let you die now."

Jiang Yuan frowned, his already complicated mood was now full of gloom, and his eyes cast a cold light, looking at the middle-aged man as if he were looking at a corpse.

The middle-aged man named Xu Di calmly let go of his hand, as if he was a little afraid of the ruthless young man in front of him.

"Forget it, new people are just new people, I don't know..." He mumbled vaguely and changed the subject:

"...I'll give you some tips. After all, I got some experience from others before I could survive two scripts."

He pushed up his glasses, stood up and walked to the altar table in the mourning hall, looking at the confused and ignorant people.

"Abandon your fantasies and think carefully about what kind of person or organization can suddenly bring you here without your knowledge?

There is no false conspiracy, let's face it, it's just the words you hear.

We! We are all chosen by God!"
To be continued...