Chapter 15: Painted Skin, Longevity (2)

When Wang Bulao walked in front of Gu Liang, he was taken aback, as if he could see that he was a man. +++ Catino Novel Network www.ck101.la
What Gu Liang didn't expect was that the man quickly re-entered the scene after a brief stupor. "The lady prepared me a soothing soup, thank you. I will drink it now."
Gu Liang frowned. "Don't call me that. This is not a real act, and you are not an npc. As for being in the act like this? Not to mention..."
Besides, do you know that you are the dead of this script?
Hearing this, Boss Wang smiled tiredly and sat on the wooden bench.
After a while, he looked at Gu Liang, "Are you a new player? Have you only played "Death of Boss"?"
"Are you an old player?" Gu Liang asked.
"Yes, not really. I've played a lot of scripts, but I've been swaying in simple levels and haven't touched the difficult ones." Boss Wang sighed, "I'm used to this game. The more you play, the more you get You will find that the immersion angle (color) is conducive to forgetting reality and forgetting right and wrong. You must immerse yourself in the game. If you are too clear... people will go crazy."
Gu Liang didn't answer, looking noncommittal. But he raised his eyebrows on his right, and glanced down at the corner of his lips, with a faint expression of disdain, apparently disapproving of Wang Bulao's words.
With this pledge, Boss Wang actually picked up the Soothing Soup and took a sip of it calmly.
Gu Liang was too late to stop, frowning sleeplessly. "Do you know--"
"I know, I am the dead tonight. After playing so many scripts, I am numb to life and death. Finally it is my turn to die, but I feel relieved (tuo)."
Wang Bulao smiled meaninglessly, and suddenly thought of something interesting, and then said to Gu Liang: "Lady, I know there is a drug in this soup. I also know about you and Master Hui."
"Really. Yimei treats you so, don't you think it doesn't matter?" Gu Liang asked.
He naturally did not want to think of himself as a beauty in clothes, and did not directly use the word "I".
There was a strange smile on Wang Bulao’s face, he paused, and only said: "I can’t tell you clearly. I can only remind you that if Wang Bulao really is a martial arts who has lived for hundreds of years. Master, will he be stunned by drugs?"
Gu Liang didn't answer, and Wang Bulao shook his head before taking a swig of the medicated soup. "However, having this bowl of drugs is good. In that case, when I am (killed), I will be ignorant and painless. Enough."
Wang Bulai's words are very contradictory.
In the last script, Yang Ye passed the fake death pill, it has been proved-in this game, no matter how incredible, as long as the script is set, it will definitely be established.
In the current script setting, Wang Bulao is a top master with hundreds of years of internal strength. Such a master will not be fascinated by mere drugs. In other words, the person in front of him should not be afraid of being drugged.
So why does he say this?
The player playing Wang Bu Lao in front of him has confused logic, so he said something confused.
Or... he said this deliberately, implying something to himself?
Gu Liang was thinking about this demise, and Wang Bulao, who was drinking slowly and fascinated by the soup, suddenly asked him: "By the way, have you found the murderer in "The Death of Boss Bai"?"
"Yeah." Gu Liang nodded.
Wang Bulao gave him a thumbs up. "Then you played well. I voted wrong. I made a mistake in my judgment. I killed a good man and killed a detective. I was guilty to death... Now, it's my turn, I can get rid of (tuo) ."
Gu Liang was silent for a moment and asked him, "Why did you make a mistake? What did your Bai son do?"
Wang Bulao: "According to the script, he asked Boss Bai to go to his room at 9 o'clock in the morning and gave Boss poisonous food, right?"
Gu Liang nodded: "Yes. The game just started at that time."
Wang Bulao: "My son Bai in the script back then deliberately knocked on Boss Bai's door with a glass of water at 11:30. He ran into the detective and talked to the detective. I deliberately found a personal testimony for himself. As a novice player, he is very powerful and bold. He is directly letting the detective be his testimony."
Gu Liang understood how the murderer played.
He was afraid that he was paying attention to the detective's movements, and even talked to the detective in advance to induce him to hang out on the second floor at 11:30. In this way, when he went to Boss Bai at 11:30, he could
accidentally
meet the detective, and let the detective be the witness that he went to poison at this time.
Bai Yueguang’s poison lasted 3 hours. In this way, in the eyes of everyone, his poison will not take effect until 2:30 pm. But the time when Brother Bai stabbed the knife was 2 o'clock.
Gu Liang asked him, "So you voted for Brother Bai?"
Wang Bulao nodded: "Yes."
Gu Liang was silent for a long time, before he said: "You are not wrong. Sometimes the simpler the script, the more free the murderer's gameplay."
Wang Bulao smiled bitterly. "Thank you. Someone can comfort me before I die, enough."
"I have a question to ask you." Gu Liang (touching Mo) touched the red rope in his hand and asked, "How many scripts have you played and how much do you know about this game?"
Mr. Wang said: "I only know that everyone seems to have committed crimes more or less. I have stolen things anyway. In addition, every time you enter the script, it seems that it is not random. The difficulty of the script will depend on the process of solving the case. It depends on my performance. You see, I’ve always performed poorly, so I’ve been in a variety of low-level and simple jokes."
"I heard that the script "Painted Skin: Longevity" is relatively difficult among all simple scripts. I mixed for so long before I got here. You are different, you behave well, and you can come here after playing the initial script. ."
So, this means that if you try to survive, maybe you can usher in the day when you clear the game and leave the game?
It's a pity that Gu Liang couldn't ask more. Wang Bulao soon passed out under the effect of the drug.
Gu Liang put him on the bed, stared at him for a moment, and left the bedroom.
He followed the road map on the card, avoided the guards of the Xiaoyao faction, and walked along the path to the west guest room.
On the way, Gu Liang passed a rockery and almost hit the wall directly.
Gu Liang thought it was because of the complicated terrain and the difficulty of seeing the road at night, so he went the wrong way.
But when he took out the map and checked it, he found that he had made no mistake. The map clearly showed that there was a shortcut.
But now the time stipulated in the script was approaching. Gu Liang had no time to think deeply, so he had to walk a long way around the rockery, and then walk towards the back mountain wing.
Suo (sexual xing), finally he arrived on time.
Following the directions on the map, he stepped forward and knocked on the door of a certain wing.
At this time, it happened to be Zi Shizheng.
A man's voice came from inside the door.
"Oh, this is my little lover here."
Gu Liang couldn't be more familiar with this voice.
Pushing the door open from the inside, Gu Liang raised his eyebrows and saw the face that seemed to him very awkward.
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The bright moon was in the sky, and the night was deep.
A lantern hung under the eaves, and the light leaked from the hollow carvings in the appearance of a lady, and the person under the eaves was exquisitely carved like a jade face, as well as those tea (color) eyes.
At that moment, Yang Ye was a little stunned.
"You... are you?"
"It's me. It's a pity, it's not a pretty girl who can't be your lover."
Gu Liang bypassed Yang Ye and walked into the house.
The room where the monk lived was relatively simple, with only a few long benches and a wooden bed.
Gu Liang picked up a stool casually and sat down, then raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Ye. He couldn't help but laugh. "The bald head looks good. The man in black shaved it for you? Huh? Where are your glasses?"
In fact, Yang Ye still has no reaction at all.
Gu Lianghong (color) robe, black hair swaying on the floor, and cold eyes, the whole person has the smell of immortal in the painting of ice muscle and jade bone, or the kind with a little ghostly temperament, forming a kind of strange harmony with the primitive objects behind him .
What was even worse was that he was smiling at himself, and somehow, Yang Ye felt that the corners of his eyes and brows were full of style.
This, this is too exciting.
Yang Ye used to (sexual xing) to hold down his glasses, and then realized that there was no glasses to hold, so he smoothly (touched Mo) (touched Mo) his nose. "The man in black is caring. I prepared contact lenses for me."
Oh, that's all right.
Gu Liang raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly. After a while, he realized that Yang Ye was still staring at him.
Gu Liang instinctively felt that Yang Ye was trying to make fun of herself for wearing women's clothing.
Gu Liang asked him: "Do you always look at me (gan)?"
Yang Ye walked to him and sat down, staring at him closely. "Look, you look good."
"Really? With long red hair in the middle of the night, you should think I'm like a ghost."
"If you are Nie Xiaoqian, I will be Ning Caichen."
"Don't laugh at me. Heaven is a reincarnation, next time you wear women's clothing."
"Huh? You think I'm laughing at you?"
"if not?"
I haven't seen a man praise another man for being good-looking. Isn't this a run joke?
Pink (color) scarf, wearing women's clothing...I am obviously not a mother, how come I get these labels in front of Yang Ye?
Hey, I really don't understand the style.
Yang Ye sighed lightly, put his arms on the table and looked at him. "Nothing. I didn't expect to meet you again. Very good."
Gu Liang stood up again, looked around, and saw the camera and notebook on the wooden shelf beside the bed.
This room is too simple, even without a cabinet, even if Yang Ye finds a place to hide these things, she can't hide it.
"Are you a detective again?"
"Yes."
"congratulations."
"Hey, my face is dark, no way."
Yang Ye (touching Mo) (touching Mo) nose, smiled and looked at him: "So beautifully dressed, are you a murderer?"
Gu Liang turned his head, his eyes dim. "Call me Gu Liang."
"Okay. Gu Liang, Liang Liang, are you a murderer?"
"Cool?" Gu Liang raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know this stalk?"
"I don't know, what do you mean?"
"..."
Yang Ye walked up to him and couldn't help but ask: "No, are you living in the modern age? Don't go to Weibo or go online?"
"I can read the news online. There are few people on Weibo." Gu Liang's face (color) suddenly changed when he thought of a bad past. There was no smile in his eyes, and the tea (color) pupil (color) also sank completely.
Yang Ye noticed that he looked different, so he didn't ask any more, just patted him on the shoulder. "This stalk has no meaning, just the name of a song."
"Yeah." Gu Liang nodded and looked back at Yang Ye, "Anyway, I don't think I am a murderer. This case may be special. The (killing sha) technique involves some fantasy elements, and the clues may not be so direct. , We must rely on brain inference."
"This is starting to help me?" Yang Ye hugged (chest xiong) with both hands and smiled.
Gu Liang glanced at him strangely, then cast his gaze on the only bed in the room.
He looked serious, as if thinking about something.