Thriller Paradise Chapter 517: The Magic Island of Tsui (23)

The area of ​​this third stone chamber is still the same as that of the previous one, the difference is that there is nothing inside.

"This is clear at a glance..." Uncle Waste Chai raised his flashlight and looked around. "Not only is there nothing, there is no moving door to the lower floor..."

"Is it a dead end?"

The trail department said: "I think it's possible..." He paused, "When we were on the ground, didn't we see many spires? Maybe only one or a few of them can lead to the temple. The bottom, and everything else is a dead end."

"Well, it makes sense." Uncle Fei Chai nodded and agreed, "This situation is very likely..." He thought for a while, and said, "We were too hasty when we entered the temple, and there was no time at all. For surveying, I just picked a spire at random and went down, so...it's normal to go the wrong way."

"Agree." Honghu responded, "I guess... there should be some kind of hint outside the temple-to point out which spire or spires are the correct way." He sighed, "Huh …Fortunately, we only walked three floors and found that the spire was a dead end. Now it’s too late to turn back. Let’s go back to the ground and investigate carefully the spires and nearby..."

"I said..." At this time, Feng Bujue interrupted their conversation.

I saw him staring at the dead fish eyes, raised his finger to the top, and said weakly, "The entrance that came down has disappeared..."

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked and all looked up.

At this moment, their shock value jumped for a while.

"Sorry, I didn't see the specific process of disappearing either." Feng Bujue continued in a calm tone, "After I came down, my attention shifted to other places, until you talked about'turning back.' , I glanced upward instinctively, and found that...there was nothing on the ceiling."

"Uh...in such a short period of time, the door was removed silently and without leaving a trace." Honghu made an unobvious movement. Wiping away the cold sweat from his temples, "I really can't care about it for a moment..."

"No, I don't think it has anything to do with caution or not. This kind of rogue setting used in nightmare scripts can be summarized in four words as'undefeatable'." Feng Bujue continued, "Take the situation at this moment as an example. … The stone room in front of us does not have any light source itself, so we have to rely on our own lighting equipment to light it..." He spoke, looking around with the searchlight on the catapult, "and Our sight will naturally follow these lights to move." He paused. "As for those relatively dark places, it is easy to be ignored." At this point, he shines the searchlight on the ceiling. "The ceiling here is quite high. Generally speaking, no one will look up and stare. Watching. Therefore, there will always be a period of time... none of the five of us are on the movable door. During that period of time, anything can happen..." He smiled, "Oh. …Actually, even for a moment, n kinds of changes may occur, and the disappearance of the entrance is just one of them..."

"Stop! I guess you're going to start scaring people again." Tracebe quickly interrupted, "Although I know that you are likely to be alarmist, I still think I will scare pee. So please be early Shut up."

"Imagination is the source of fear and your greatest enemy." Feng Bujue said, "It's better to let me speak out and analyze and analyze it..."

"Why don't it be like this... I hit the ceiling or the ground with a meteor fist." Tianma Xingkong interrupted at this time, "Then there will be a way. You will stop thinking about it."

"Ah...to be honest..." Feng Bujue shook his head, "I think... if you use Meteor Fist here, there is a 50% chance that you will not be able to break through the wall, a 30% chance that the building structure will collapse, and a 10% chance. Fatal consequences like triggering a rebound. There is still 10%...will succeed."

"Okay! Then I'm going to try." Tianma Xingkong lowered his head and stretched his arms to hit.

"Hey! Can you understand Chinese at all? There is a 90% chance that you will fail!" Feng Bujue shouted.

"Don't worry, a hero is a man who can turn the impossible into a possible!" Brother Xiao Ma replied with a full tone of temperament in the middle two, and he was about to do it at that time.

"Wait a minute." Uncle Waste Chai suddenly shouted at this moment.

"Don't stop me, I have made up my mind..." Brother Xiao Ma waved his arm and said, "Heaven...horse...flow..."

Slap——

The whimsical voice stopped abruptly.

Because... a strong hand pinched his neck and stopped his movement.

"I'm asking you to stop, don't you understand?" However, seeing Uncle Fu Chai's help, he lifted Tianma Xingkong.

In this scene, Trace Department and Honghu were extremely shocked, but Feng Bujue just raised his eyebrows and let out a soft "Oh?"

The next second, but seeing Uncle Waste Chai stepped on him, he sprang out like a tiger. He firmly clamped Tianma Xingkong's neck and slammed forward. After three steps, with a "bang"... Tianma Xingkong's back hit the wall on the side of the stone chamber.

"You, are you, who?" Uncle Waste Chai stared at the "horse and horse" in front of him, and asked every word.

"Help...Help..." The expression of this "horrible horse" became distorted. At this time, he could only barely stand on tiptoes, otherwise it would be difficult to breathe, but he still struggled to use his dying voice. Yelled, "He is crazy...He is controlled by a monster...Kill him!"

The other three people looked at each other and were silent for a few seconds. Then, the three of them gathered around, posing in a very leisurely standing posture, watching this "horse and horse walking in the sky", and you asked each and every one: "Quickly, who are you? The real little Ma is here. Where?"

"I...that's..." The counterfeit wanted to make the final struggle.

"You have three flaws." But Feng Bujue interrupted him directly, and raised three fingers and said, "One, your disguise is too artificial, the real little Ma is not as stupid as you are. Cute, he's just a hot-blooded fool." He put down a finger and said again, "Secondly, in most cases, we (players) cannot attack our companions, but Uncle Fu Chai succeeded in attacking. It means that... you are not Brother Xiao Ma at all, and you have been seen through by Uncle Fu Chai in some way." He put down a finger again, "The third..."

"The third...and the most important point." The Honghu next to him took the conversation and said coldly: "Heavenly horses and sky, I will never put on your expression and ask others to save him."

After a short silence...

The guy who was clamped down by Uncle Waste Chai finally put away his painful expression and turned to a sneer.

"Hmph...all ridiculous reasons." It said, "In my opinion, it's unconvincing..." Even so, it gave up its pretense and showed its truth.

I saw his clothing and body gradually merged into one, turning into a black humanoid creature. Judging from the silhouette of the figure, it is difficult to tell whether it is a male or a female. Its hairstyle seems to be bald, with normal human ears on both sides of the head; its face also has black and white eyes, nose bridge, and mouth~IndoMTL.com~hmm...are you just..."Feng Bujue look Yi Ling said.

"Huh...Yes, I am..." The other party took a half sentence in a rather triumphant tone.

Feng Bujue continued: "...Assist Conan in sending hundreds of innocent people into prison...Thieves, murderers, violent crimes, and all-wicked-"criminal"!"

"Fuck you!" Rube roared, "Is it time to complain!"

"The Trail Department is right." Honghu said: "In my opinion, the immediate task is to perform torture quickly to dispel the other party's arrogance, and ask about the whereabouts of Brother Xiao Ma in one fell swoop."

"Don't be nervous, just make a joke..." On the surface, Feng Bujue responded easily, but in fact... his untimely joke was also a temptation. He mainly wanted to see the reactions of the other three teammates to confirm whether there were other fakes.

"You can guess who it is." Feng Bujue naturally continued with a sentence and looked at the counterfeit, "Is it? The soul of imitation." (To be continued,!