The restaurant has a large area, and there is a long table in the middle, so long that the people sitting at both ends can only shout and talk. A few empty plates and forks were strewn about on the white tablecloth, and three or four fallen candlesticks.

There was a chandelier directly over the table, larger than the one in the living room, but it was dead, and the dining room was lit by those wall sconces.

The wooden chairs were placed in a mess, and some of them were lying on the ground, already covered with spider webs.

When Shi Yu Ruoli heard the system prompt, she only paused for a second, and then continued to search, with the expression on her face still as cold as ice.

It was the sad spirit who smiled first and said: "The elder brother who looked very powerful died."

"Awesome?" Siyu Ruoli said, "How did you tell?"

"The level is relatively high, and I'm still a professional player." Bei Ling replied.

Shi Yu Ruoli picked up a piece of tablecloth with his sword, and without stopping to search, he casually replied: "Our level will also increase, and we can also 'call ourselves' professional players."

"Cousin...you're arguing with me again." Bei Lingxu raised his eyes and looked at Ruoli, and muttered: "Now that the professional players are dead, is it okay if you are still so calm?"

At this time, Shi Yu Ruoli took out a letter from under the table and said only four words: "Story items."

[Name: Letters Stained with Ink]

[Type: Drama Related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

【Whether the script can be brought out: No】

[Remarks: The content of the letter is partially covered by ink, making it unrecognizable. 】

She reached out and handed the letter to Sad Ling Xiaogu, and said at the same time: "It's unlikely that this thing was originally under the table. It must have been reset after the 'Invincible Brave' died."

Bei Ling took the letter, unfolded it, read it, then put it in the bag on his waist, licked his lips: "Well... If this letter is one of the clues to solve the main thread, one possibility is, The person carrying this letter will be attacked by some unknown force in this room, and will be in a very dangerous situation, so..."

"So even the professional players are dead?" Siyu continued.

"Well...but it's very strange." Bei Ling said: "There were four of them, why did only one die, and the strongest one? Could it be..."

"There's no need to 'do it'." Feng Bujue's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in from the door: "Obviously, we are acting separately."

Both Ruyu and Beiling turned their heads to look at him, and Feng Bujue continued: "And from the fact that he has already hit the street, this 'strongest' should also be questioned."

"His level is higher than yours, and he's a professional player." Like Yu said to Feng Bujue, she directly copied the words that Bei Ling used to convince herself.

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"My level will also increase, and I can 'call myself' a professional player, so is that strong?" Feng Bujue replied casually.

Sad Ling covered her mouth and snickered, almost laughing out loud.

Shi Yu Ruoli's expression changed slightly: "How long have you been here?"

"Just arrived, what's the matter?" Feng Bujue said, he did not hear the previous conversation between the two, only heard the last sentence of Beiling.

Siyu was silent for two seconds, and said, "You discovered the side mission of the ghost palace?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied: "I found the first and fifth paragraphs, did you find the other two paragraphs?"

Bei Ling shook his head and denied: "No, I encountered many traps along the way."

Like Rain said again; "What exactly is a ghost palace? Is it a text? Or a kind of object?"

"It's a poem." Wang Tanzhi also appeared at the door of the restaurant, and Long Aomin was beside him.

"Good time." Feng Bujue said, "Which part did you find?"

"The good news is... we found two paragraphs." Long Aomin said.

"The bad news is...we can't memorize it." Wang Tan was not ashamed, but proud.

"Probably repeat a few words that are impressive." Feng Bujue said.

The two chattered four or five sentences in a hurry.

After listening to it, Feng Bujue said: "It should be the second and third paragraphs..." Then, he did an astonishing thing, he told the two paragraphs that Xiao Tan and Brother Long had found, and asked them right.

"Brother Jue...what's the situation?" Wang Tanzhi asked in surprise, "Are you following us secretly?"

"This room was born based on my memories in reality. In fact, I am a serial killer. This is one of my strongholds." Feng Bujue said calmly: "The 'ghost palace' you see is I wrote it on the wall when I had nothing to do."

Wang Tan's jaw seemed to be dislocated, his mouth was open, his eyes were wide open looking at Feng Bujue, his mind was in a mess.

Ten seconds later, Feng Bujue said to him: "You are the only one who has not realized that this is a joke."

"Hahaha..." Long Aomin suddenly laughed out loud, just now he quickly understood that Feng Bujue was joking, but he didn't think it was funny, but Wang Tanzhixin thought it was true and his reaction made people speechless.

"Crazy Mr., the sneer is over, can you tell me the actual situation?" Bei Ling said: "Not only do you know the order of those paragraphs, but you can even recite the content, then you must know the meaning of the poem 'Ghost Palace'." Where are you from?"

Feng Bujue said: "This poem comes from Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher". I believe this script is also derived from this article." He moved a stool and sat down: "Who has read it? ?"

"No~" Except for Ruoliu, the other three replied in a drawn-out voice like elementary school students answering the teacher's question in unison.

"It's okay if there is none, but his novels are not really interesting." Feng Bujue said: "Poe is a high-end literary ruffian. He is addicted to gambling and drinking. He chased after Yu Jie and married Lolita. He wrote satire all his life. Most of the novels only focus on the atmosphere and ignore the plot, and sometimes they do some opportunistic tricks. For example, at the beginning of "Ligeia", he made up a random passage and added a dash to say that it was Joseph Granville. Speaking, if there was a search engine in the 19th century, this guy would have been dragged out by the critics to parade the streets."

"It sounds like you're a die-hard fan..." Siyu Ruoli said coldly.

"It sounds like you're envious, jealous, and hateful..." The mournful smile cast a look of disdain.

"The more I hear it, the more I look like you..." Wang Tanzhi said.

"Crazy brother, you respect yourself..." Long Aomin didn't know what to say, so he could only persuade him.

Feng Bujue stood up, holding on without changing his face: "It's just a little knowledge, it's nothing..."

"You can even memorize that poem, so don't explain it anymore." Siyu interrupted.

"This sister..." Feng Bujue said.

"This girl..."

"You call again and try."

Feng Bujue took a deep breath: "Looking like a heroine... Actually, I am quite well-read and memorized..."

"Mr. Crazy, you really don't need to explain to me." An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Ruoliu Ruoli's mouth.

Feng Bujue was stunned for about three seconds, then turned around nonchalantly and said, "The wind is so noisy today..."

Long Aomin felt embarrassed, "Crazy brother, even if you are exposed, you don't have to care too much, let's continue to look for clues."

Feng Bujue almost spurted a mouthful of old blood from his throat, and thought: You just said the second half of the sentence and it's over. Is the first half of the sentence just to make up for it?

"By the way, I was just going to ask you guys, don't you think it's strange?" Feng Bujue said seriously, "Why did we all come to the dining room? The structure of this room should change. If we gather at the same time, is it right?" mean……"

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and the only door of the restaurant closed by itself.