Isolated Island (28)

At this time, Saman also found his character based on the clues he had gathered since the beginning and found the room number based on the pictures taken by Ren Yifei.

Sure enough, after looking at the white bones in the stone coffin, he determined that the owner was a disabled person. His femur was broken off at the middle, and there was nothing below. Now that he thought about it, he never really saw the skeleton's lower half.

He was still wondering why there was a disability certificate in the bag. Could it be a discount ticket or a bad omen? Unexpectedly, it was the prompt given by the instance.

Saman looked at the person's phone and found a journal, which talked about the other person's wish: To become a healthy person, to travel everywhere and see the beauty of the world.

Seeing Saman's expression from afar, Ren Yifei knew that he must have also gained something.

"Even if the body is swallowed by a fish, the dream will not die. The dreams of this group of people formed this wonderful instance. The seven-day cycle is as brilliant and brief as fireworks."

"Turn the body into a candle and burn a glowing ember. This glowing ember seems to provide a place for all unwilling souls to dream. In the dream, they are not dead, and each of them became what they expect to grow into.

Ren Yifei's eyes calmly turned to the entrance of the grass skiing field.

More and more NPCs came to the mountain, and even the owner of the manor and her party came. The unshaven crazy old man also followed her, but he looked sober at that moment.

Everyone is here, Ren Yifei thought.

An NPC rushed over and grabbed the owner's collar, demanding that she explain what was happening.

The NPC was pushed away by the people around the owner of the manor, and she patted the dust off of her body, "I also want to know what's going on."

Her voice seemed to possess an incredible magical effect because although the NPCs who surrounded her could easily overpower her, they just looked at her with pained expressions on their faces.

It was time to wake up.

The NPCs were all experiencing emotional turmoil at that moment. They have found something similar to remnants of their belongings, and memories of another life began to appear in their minds. These memories were small, incoherent fragments, but they knew that it was their past.

"What the hell is going on?" An NPC crouched down and cried in pain as they held their head.

There was a rumbling sound, accompanied by thunder and lightning, as the sky became overcast and evil brewed.

Everyone looked up, only to see a behemoth-like black cloud twisting and rolling in the sky. Looking farther down, the mountain has been surrounded by violent and turbulent waves. The white water repeatedly splashed against the mountain, causing the rocks to crack and the vegetation to fall. It seemed to have reached the manor's gate. 1LuIfl

The players were all shocked, "The instance has sped up its progress!"

This meant that someone had seized a piece of critical evidence, resulting in the progress of the instance accelerating since 'it' was unwilling to let the players solve the puzzle smoothly.

"Who has the key evidence?"

Saman became the focus of attention; they all suspected it was Saman. fRk6pW

Indeed, Saman already had his guesses. But the key evidence was not entirely founded by him. Instead, it was Ren Yifei who brought him to find it.

In the past, he would be shameless and take the credit if given. It was either you or me, and the bottom line of people in the Cape of Desolation was low. But this time, he acted hypocritical and was unwilling.

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The sky was getting darker, and the wind was getting stronger. The white waves hit the shore, splashing water everywhere.

The NPCs were like ants on a hot pot, both overwhelmed and in a trance. The manor's people looked up at the discolouration of the heaven and earth, lowered their heads and sighed. The players' eyes darted between the two groups as they looked for any possibilities.

"The owner of the manor is the captain, right?' A player guessed.

"Would you like to test it?' her companion asked with a smile.

What test? Are you testing your life? Players who did not have decisive evidence in their hands simply did not dare to act rashly.

"Crash" heavy rain poured down, and in the blink of an eye, the ground became wet and swampy.

"Pa!" A red umbrella was held over the head of the owner of the manor, and she looked at everyone with a false smile.

The rain soaked their bodies and blurred their vision, and the strong wind caused their clothes to billow, but no one moved.

A strange atmosphere surrounded the crowd. Qr4tPu

There were more than 100 people at the scene, but except for the sound of rain and thunder, it was utterly silent.

The NPC's eyes were a little dull. They were all either sitting or standing, like wooden or wax statues. Ren Yifei was among them, sitting on a stool while exposed to the wind and rain, pondering the situation.

Why do NPCs turn into fish monsters when they die? What are ghost trees? Who were the pearl-coloured ghosts? Is the Goddess of Starlight, who was the incarnation of the ship, carrying these illusions for the captain?

He had too many doubts, so he was reluctant to identify them immediately. There were some things he would like to see more clearly. Fl9uEN

The players were still awake but did not know what to say or do for a while.

The 'ghost' was right in front of them; its real identity was about to be revealed, and the key was so close.

Should they gamble?

Saman looked down at Ren Yifei, who was sitting on the mushroom stool. He just sat there quietly, water droplets rolled off his curled eyelashes, and his blank eyes remained unblinking. iF9GP

He was no different from all other NPCs, so none of the players paid attention to him.

The players also asked privately, "Who is Black Rabbit?" But they could not find an answer.

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The story was coming to an end, and everyone was exposed. However, even with the addition of the owner of the manor, there was still one missing person from the list of twelve. The little girl's face did not look good. She knew that she had not found Black Rabbit after all.

"Since you're not him, you're worthless." XgA2G

The disguised player, who was initially relieved to finally be proven not to be Black Rabbit, had his head cut off.

Spider-like transparent silk thread had wrapped around his neck at some point, and it did not even cause him much pain before it was over.

He fell to his knees before his body collapsed onto the ground with a thud, and his blood poured out like a river.

His head rolled into Ren Yifei's line of sight, and he watched as the slightly opened eyes slowly dimmed. VnRK1Y

An ace of hearts flew out, cut off the silk thread and then spun back into the glasses girl's hand. She was a step too late. The glasses girl frowned, "Are you provoking me?"

In the stormy environment, the little girl calmly rewound the silk thread, "If you think so, then it is."

Looking at the head and blood on the ground, the other players stayed far away from the two of them. These two were crazy.

Even in front of her, these players were still fighting with each other, and the owner of the manor could not help but laugh. ids6Zh

"Hey, don't cause trouble," finally, a player could not help but interrupt the stalemate between the two people, "Do you want to drown here? The tide is rising, and it will reach us within an hour. We're all finished if we don't find her real body."

"What does that have to do with me? If you die like that, then it's because you're too weak," the little girl disagreed and sneered, "I came here for Black Rabbit. You can clear the instance if you want to clear it."

The girl with glasses also ignored these players. She swung her cards and looked at the little girl, "Since you have come to your own conclusions, then you can identify them yourself. Why do you want to test me? Screw off; this trick won't work."

Saman, who was guessed to have the key evidence, was even more unmoved. zhkunq

The matter of identification and the Ghost Card was initially a matter of self-profit or loss. If you win the bet, you will have the opportunity to challenge the ghost and obtain the Ghost Card. If you lose the bet, you will lose your life. Everything was fair and just.

Want to use another person to test the water if you're not sure? What are you thinking? Is there really such a naive player in the mid-end games?

The player who opened their mouth touched their nose embarrassingly. This was the first time they had played a mid-end game. In the beginning, they thought the instance would be more difficult, but they did not expect the setting alone to be so complicated; it was one layer after the other.

They were not quite sure of the ghost's true identity and thought that since they did not have to obtain the Ghost Card, they wanted others to come forward. As a result, each player within this group was more refined than the other. Klnho4

The owner of the manor was the 'ghost', this fact was obvious, but it was hard to say whether she was the captain or not.

If yes, then where is the evidence?

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If not, then who was it, and where is the evidence?

"Woooooooo..." the wind squeezed through the gaps, creating a whimper-like wail. fzjM4D

The golden snakes in the sky were accompanied by roaring gusts of wind. The heavy rain washed away the yellow sandy soil, revealing the coffins in the earth.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks was getting closer, the waterline was closing in on the top of the mountain, and they did not know when they were surrounded by the dark blue ocean.

The looming dark clouds, the approaching waves, the collapsing mountain... the oppressive feeling brought about by the environment was getting increasingly heavier, and the pressure made the players unable to breathe. The manor's people in front of them were still watching them calmly.

Their brains were spinning frantically, trying to thread all the clues and images together with a single piece of string. KCMJI0

It was currently the fifth day of the game and the previous prompts, in order, were:

Turn the body into a candle and burn a glowing ember.

The starlight sinks into the ocean, and the goddess breaks the halberd.

Two lines intersect, and life and death meet. V57Dzl

The corpse is hidden in the belly of the fish, and the bones are buried in the yellow sandy soil.

All prompts were related to the true identity of the 'ghost'. The first could be interpreted as helping people in distress or sacrificing one's interests to help others.

Second, a ship called the Goddess of Starlight sank, and the Goddess lost her authority.

Third, this tip has two interpretations. Elkrq8

The first is likely to refer to this location, the grass skiing field is the intersection between the tourist routes within the estate, and each coffin also represents the connection between life and death.

The second interpretation refers to the intersection between reality and fantasy, that is, the two lines, representing the sunken ship and the sunken island, cross. Furthermore, the NPCs in the instance and the NPCs (the skeletons) in reality meet, this was life and death meeting. Throughout the entire instance, this cemetery was the only place that was connected to reality.

Fourth, they already know about the body buried in the yellow soil, which refers to these bones, so where was the belly of the fish? Where were the corpses? Does the fish belly refer to the bodies that turned into fish monsters?

There was a feeling that it was not that simple. uvq9xV

"If the 'ghost' is the captain, then these clues could, in fact, be matched up."

Most experienced players were waiting and watching; if they were not sure, they would not step forward. However, there was one player who was getting restless; desire and vigilance were raging war in their mind.

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They were the same player who tried to lure others to test the waters earlier, and this was their first mid-end game.

The rewards of the mid-end game were tempting, and the 'ghost' was also currently in sight. CmXk6q

The possibilities were simply too great.

But the gamble was also too great.

They stood there like a gambler in front of a poker table, their heart was full of greed, and their eyes were full of colourful coins, causing their heart to sting. This player has never made such a large bet.

The rain was getting heavier, the water was rising higher, and the shadows of death loomed over the players. bAtlQz

Finally, the player could not take it anymore. They walked directly towards the owner of the manor, looked at her beautiful face, took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice, "I have identified you as the captain, and the captain is the 'ghost'."

The owner of the manor was taken aback.

The corners of the player's mouth rose. They could not suppress their joy as they imagined the reward they would earn would drown their whole body.

Come on, come on, come on, money, glory, rare and precious rewards... skE4dG

However, the owner of the manor smiled slightly a moment later. The player's smile immediately stiffened— they did not sense the shift in the playing field.

Failed?

No, it can't be—

The player's mentality was like a stone gambler's when encountering a good stone. hsYTEZ

All the characteristics were in line with the features of a 'deeply hidden high-quality jade'; only a few places were blurry. He felt that an opportunity to make a fortune was in front of him, and if he missed it, he would regret it for life. Thus, he stupidly ignored all the abnormalities.

The player themselves had already determined that 'she is', so all the evidence would favour their guesses. Even if there were one or two ambiguities, they were automatically ignored by them.

For example, the 'corpse is hidden in the belly of the fish' remained a mystery. They had all selectively ignored such an important point.

If they looked at the evidence with the mindset of 'finding faults', they would not have been so impulsive. FU3PDg

And now, they would pay the price for their impulsiveness. The player's eyes widened, and they laughed dryly, "You're the ghost, aren't you? No, no, wait, I was joking. I wasn't actually identifying."

When everything was over, the player immediately burst into countless pixel blocks, fell to the ground with a crash and melted into the rain, disappearing completely.

The identification failed.