Everyone was searching, and Yu Xing chose a corner away from others to observe the overall situation to ensure that he would not be accidentally injured by others. His face seemed to be too blood-lost, terrible pale, which was even more exaggerated than in reality.

He glanced at the bed placed in the corner in a vague manner, especially in the shadows under the bed, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

There was a mirror on the desk in the secret room. He saw his appearance after tying his eyes, guessing that this should be the explicit state brought by A-level pollutants. I believe that afterwards, once the plot related to the experiment and pollutants are excavated, the deducers will be the first to think of him who looks abnormal.

However, he will not give others any opportunity to use his identity to seek things. After all, he also has a patient's fake identity as a disguise. As for how many people believe it, it depends on the performance later.

Yu Xing endured the pain from his skin. This pain had obviously affected his ability to move. He actually wanted to use his recovery to repair all of these wounds, but now his clothes are torn. If the wound suddenly disappears, others will find it immediately. They can only hope to search for scenes with new clothes so that he can cover his skin.

He silently pressed the most severe bloody mouth on his arm with his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at the secret room in the mountains. Judging from the traces in the secret room, it had not been lived here for a long time, but why did such a secret room exist back then seem very interesting.

First of all, there is a bed and a table in this secret room, and there is a kerosene lamp that can still be lit on the desk. The kerosene lamp provides them with all their vision in this small secret room. When he came down, the light was lit. Zeng Lai, who was the first to go down, groping to ignite it.

Apart from a door leading to the outside world, the only thing connected to this secret room is the passage they just slid down. There is no staircase installed on the passage wall for foot tracing, which means that this is a one-way passage with inlet and no exit.

Although it seems that the bed is neat and there is nothing on the table except kerosene lamps, judging from the traces on the ground that seem to be picked out by someone's fingernails, at least one person has been locked up here, perhaps, or maybe someone who noticed his own changes locked up.

This is impossible to confirm. The deducer knocked on the wall of the room for a long time but did not find any other secret passages. Naturally, there was no information about the former owner of the room.

Wen Qinghuai searched for the desk and found several newspapers, which were densely packed with words close to English. He leaned the newspaper close to the kerosene lamp and squinted for a while, and found that some words and grammar were not in line with the knowledge in their minds, so it was difficult to interpret the meaning of these words, at least no one can do it now.

"Do we have any literature-related identities?" Wen Qinghuai looked at these books of heaven and frowned. He didn't like this situation where the information was clearly in his hand but could not be interpreted, so he looked at everyone.

"I am, but..." Bai Junrui replied, "Not every identity can get some abilities at the beginning. I am a writer, but I glanced at it just now. I couldn't recognize these words. Maybe when I entered the city in Dead Silent Island, there will be relevant plots that will allow me to get the reading ability."

"My brother can't interpret it now. Maybe in the future, you can put your newspapers on my brother. When we can interpret it, we will share the clues with everyone as soon as possible?" Bai Xiaobing smiled and began to ask for the source of the clues under the tacit gaze of everyone, but this reason was very high-sounding, and even Wen Qinghuai was not easy to refuse.

Originally, these newspapers were not hidden deep, and they could easily find them if they were searching for a desk. In this case, Wen Qinghuai was not qualified to possess such clues alone. Bai Xiaobing saw this and asked for it directly.

If the newspaper is placed on her brother, if it is an important clue, these fellow speculators will try their best to protect her brother when they encounter danger later. Of course, the more such things are placed on them, the better.

——Only for items that are not dangerous. If there are items that will make people mentally ill, then forget it. After all, after seeing that fish, Bai Xiaobing has made sufficient psychological preparations for this world.

Wen Qinghuai looked at the brother and sister. Their vice president Fei Jing did not speak out, but he obviously supported them.

"Okay." Wen Qinghuai pursed a perfunctory smile on the corner of her mouth, and agreed very readily. She handed the newspapers to Bai Junrui, and then asked, "Is it the only one that bed that has not been read?"

There are very few facilities visible to the naked eye in this secret room. Out of some tacit understanding, everyone first searched the walls, observed the scratches on the ground, and even found a few drops of blood in the corner that had been dry for a long time, but no one moved the bed until now.

There may be the most important clues on this bed. Everyone's strength is not much different now. Anyone who takes it out is a famous and powerful deducer. In this case, they default to take important clues together when everyone notices it, in case of some misunderstandings that should not have occurred.

"Search it." There was nothing else to look at except this bed, and everyone surrounded him.

Carlos was closest to the bed. Anyway, no one could find it. He was closest to him, so this job naturally fell on him. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will bother to disturb the unknown person's sleeping holy place."

Because so many people were really limited in their movements, Carlos finished speaking and reached out his hand. As soon as he bent down, he was accidentally hit by the person next to him. But what angered was that this man was stronger than him. He was almost knocked to the side without any suspense, and his precious hand almost pressed on a slightly raised stone next to him.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Hiss--" Carlos took a breath.

"Ah!" The man who hit him also let out a low cry of innocent and painful cry.

When he heard this sound, Carlos's resentment towards his hand almost injured disappeared instantly. His eyes flashed, he adjusted his facial expression, looked back in surprise, and asked, "Yu Xing? You hit me and fuck me... No, I didn't even scream, why do you look like you were hit by me?"

Yu Xing, who was standing in the corner just now, had already squeezed into the front row at some point. He staggered "accidentally" just now and hit Carlos. He covered the wound he was touched, and there was no blood on his lips. Cold sweat broke out: "Sorry, it was not intentional. I am a patient, and I occasionally feel a little dizzy. I just saw you when I saw it dark. Although it hurts when I hit it, you don't have to worry about me."

Although the words are normal and the meaning of the expression is almost the same, there is always a faint tea smell permeating this secret room.

Carlos: "..." After all, how can you ignore it?

With a look of a bit funny and a little unexpected, he reluctantly replied: "I'll help you sit next to you, good guy, you didn't have that expensive last time working with you, how about it? This time I've experienced a princess character that can't be knocked or touched. Are you happy?"

Yu Xing: "It's okay, it feels really good if you can't beat or scold me."

His reaction immediately made a little suspicious gaze among the people around him disappear. After all, he looked as if he had affected others due to the inconvenience of his identity, but he was very good at mediating the atmosphere and used jokes to relieve the embarrassment.

Carlos sighed, appointed the ground to take action, and carefully "escorted" Yu Xing to the side.

From an angle that others could not see, he and Yu Xing looked at each other, and exchanged their eyes, and they all felt like they understood each other's meaning.

Carlos knew that Yu Xing was risking being noticed by others and also wanted to keep him away from the bed. At least he could not do the task of searching for the bed.

This means that Yu Xing felt the danger of attachment of the bed.

This was just a small episode. Carlos was hit by the car, so naturally there were people next to him searching. It was just a single bed. Cui Hui stepped forward to mess up the folded bed, picked up the hard pillow and touched it carefully, then shook the quilt and lifted the sheet. Sure enough, he saw a rusty metal key under the sheet.

The key head is cross-shaped and an emerald inlaid at the root, which looks very gorgeous, and is obviously the style that the civilians of that period indicated by their clothing.

"The people who once lived here were either noble or poor people imprisoned by noble people." This idea came to mind in the hearts of the people present.

Cui Hui is a person who talks less. He looked at the key and did not hold it directly with his hands. Instead, he was vigilantly planning to look under the bed. In case there was a related danger on the key, he could only be under the bed.

Carlos's attention was attracted by Cui Hui's actions, and he also guessed that Yu Xing came to stop him because there was something under the bed.

Hopefully people are fine.

Cui Hui took two steps back and bent down to look under the bed. Due to the very bad light and the visual limitations, he could only feel the darkness under the bed.

But he was like this, and there was no movement under the bed, or there was no strange noise in the entire room since they entered the secret room. Cui Hui said: "It shouldn't be..."

He got stuck as soon as he said it.

In the shadow under the bed, a mask-like face suddenly appeared. The face was pale, the eye sockets were empty, the lips were bright red, and the blush was very scary. At first glance, it seemed that there was no hair.

The face raised an exaggerated smile and its eyes were curved, just like the mask of a geisha in a certain Japanese culture.

Cui Hui looked at the two empty eyes, and suddenly felt his whole body stiff and he couldn't move. He could only watch the white face in the dark eyes get closer and closer. A strange sense of fear rose in his heart. Wu Kaiyun, who was approaching, noticed something was wrong and immediately grabbed Cui Hui's arm and tried to pull him up. However, he was shocked to find that Cui Hui seemed to have increased by more than a few hundred kilograms. He pulled it up like pulling an object growing on the ground, without moving at all.

"If there is a situation, pull him away!" Wu Kaiyun shouted instinctively, trying to let the people around him notice this. Unexpectedly, as soon as his voice sounded, Cui Hui saw that the smile on the face under the bed seemed to be deeper. At the same time, the limbs connected to the face also appeared. There was a fat belly like a spider's body behind the mask-like face. His arms and legs simulated the state of a spider crawling. The distance between the limbs was very close, and they all grew on both sides of the fat belly. When he was moving, it was like a huge human-faced spider.

The deducer was as if he was facing a great enemy. Some of them reached out to pick up Cui Hui, while others retreated directly to prevent themselves from being implicated. Zhao Mou had already stood far away like Yu Xing when Yu Xing had just hit the battlefield. He knew how he could withstand the fragile body when he had no special abilities, so he could not cause trouble.

The spider's hands were still as human hands. Five pale fingers grabbed Cui Hui's wrists. Cui Hui immediately screamed in horror. Xu Huan noticed something was wrong and shouted, "Don't scream!"

Dead Siriku Island, is it a search for death when calling so loudly?

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that as experienced deducers, Cui Hui could not call out whenever he met a ghost. This was probably because of some special aura, or just like seeing that fish face, his consciousness was affected.

Because the fear in Cui Hui's cry was almost strong enough to permeate everyone's heart, this was obviously abnormal.

Wu Kaiyun knew that he might have caused trouble in desperation. He looked at the slender arm stretched out from under the bed, quickly picked up the hard pillow on the bed and smashed it on his arm.

With a bang, the pillow cracked, but the arm that seemed to be broken was nothing. Not only that, the other arm also climbed up to Cui Hui's body. The people who were pulling Cui Hui from behind felt a suction force coming from Cui Hui, as if something inside wanted to pull Cui Hui to the bottom of the bed.

How could this happen? The deduction has just begun, so why did such a ghost that makes people have no power to fight back?

They now have no sacrifices, no weapons, no special abilities, and even hard items are helpless against the thing under the bed. How should they save people?

After all, they were too careless. Several deducers thought of Yu Xing's words on the hills. Yes, they knew that this deduction had no system and that they should change their thinking, but they still failed to get rid of the subtle sense of security that the system once brought them. The deduction would not be too difficult at the beginning, and the difficulty would be greater as it went on.

But in this deduction, who stipulates that the danger of instantly falling into a dead state will not be at the beginning!
Chapter completed!