Chapter 517: Jumo Island (Twenty-Three)

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

"It's quite obvious at a glance..." Uncle Good-for-nothing looked around with a flashlight and said, "Not only is there nothing, there is not even a trap door leading to the lower level..."

"Is this a dead end?" Tianma Xingkong asked.

Atobe continued: "I think it's possible..." He paused, "Didn't we see many spires when we were on the ground? Maybe only one or a few of them can lead to the bottom of the temple, and Everything else is a dead end.”

"Well, that makes sense." Uncle Good-for-nothing nodded in agreement, "The possibility of this situation is very high..." He thought for a moment and said, "We were in a hurry when we entered the temple and we didn't have time to conduct surveys. I just randomly picked the top of the tower and climbed down, so... it’s normal to go the wrong way.”

"Agree." Honghu also agreed, "I speculate... there should be some kind of prompt outside the temple - to point out which spire or spires are the correct access." He breathed a sigh of relief, "Huh... fortunately We only walked three floors before we discovered that there was a dead end under the spire. Now we have time to turn back. Let's go back to the ground and carefully investigate the spires and nearby..."

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

I saw him staring with dead eyes, raising his finger and pointing upward, weakly chanting, "The entrance down has disappeared..."

"Ah?" Everyone was startled and looked up.

At this moment, their fright levels surged for a while.

"Sorry, I didn't see the specific disappearance process." Feng Bujue continued in a calm tone, "After I came down, my attention turned elsewhere. It wasn't until you talked about 'turning back' that I I instinctively glanced up and found... there was nothing on the ceiling."

"Uh... actually in such a short period of time, the door was removed quietly and without leaving any trace." Honghu used a less obvious movement. Wiping away the cold sweat on his temples, "You really can't be careless for a moment..."

"No, I don't think this has anything to do with caution. This kind of rogue setting commonly used in nightmare scripts can be summed up in four words: 'unpreventable'." Feng Bujue continued, "Take the current situation as an example... we The stone room in front of us does not have any light source, so we have to rely on our own lighting equipment to light it..." As he spoke, he used the searchlight on the catapult to look around, "And our line of sight , will naturally move with these lights." He paused. "As for those relatively dark places, they are easily overlooked." At this point, he shined the searchlight on the ceiling. "The ceiling here is quite high. Generally speaking, no one will look up to stare at it." Therefore, there will always be a period of time when none of the five of us are looking at that trap door, and during that period, anything can happen..." He smiled, "Haha. ...In fact, n kinds of changes may occur even for just a moment, and the disappearance of the entrance is just one of them..."

"Stop it! I guess you are going to start scaring people again." Atobe quickly interrupted, "Although I know you are probably being alarmist, I still think I will be scared to death. So please shut up as soon as possible. ”

"Imagination is the source of fear and your biggest enemy." Feng Bujue said, "It's better for me to say it and analyze it openly..."

"How about this...I'll shoot a meteor punch at the ceiling or the ground." Tianma Xingkong interrupted at this time, "Then there will be a way. You can't think too much."

"Ah... Frankly speaking..." Feng Bujue shook his head and said, "I think... if you use Meteor Fist here, there is a 50% chance of not being able to break through the wall, a 30% chance of causing the building structure to collapse, and a 10% chance of triggering a rebound. Class fatal consequences. And 10%... will succeed."

"Okay! Then I'm going to try." Tianma Xingkong lowered his head, raised his arms and was about to hit.

"Hey! Do you understand Chinese? 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 the possible!" Brother Ma responded in a middle-class tone, and was about to take action at that moment.

"Wait a minute." Uncle Good-for-nothing suddenly shouted at this time.

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

Snapped--

The wild voice suddenly stopped.

Because... a strong hand pinched his neck, stopping his actions.

"I told you to stop, don't you understand?" Seeing that the good-for-nothing Uncle Lifted Tianma Xingkong up with one arm.

This scene shocked Atobu and Honghu, but Feng Bujue just raised his eyebrows and said softly "Oh?"

The next second, Uncle Good-for-nothing stepped on his feet and jumped out like a tiger. He clamped tightly on Tianma Xingkong's neck and moved forward. After three steps, with a "bang" sound... Tianma Xingkong's back hit the wall on one side of the stone room.

"Who are you?" The good-for-nothing uncle stared at the "unconstrained" thing in front of him and asked word by word.

"Help...help..." This "unfamiliar" expression became distorted. At this time, he could only barely stand on tiptoes, otherwise it would be difficult to breathe, but he still struggled to shout with a voice that was about to expire, "He's crazy... He's controlled by a monster... Kill him!"

The other three looked at each other and were silent for a few seconds. Then, they surrounded him, standing leisurely, watching this "Imaginative" and asked one after another: "Tell me, who are you? Where is the real Xiao Ma?"

"I... am..." The fake one tried to make a final struggle.

"You have three flaws." But Feng Bujue interrupted him directly and raised three fingers, saying, "First, your disguise is too contrived. The real Xiao Ma Ge is not as silly and cute as you. He is just a hot-blooded fool." He put down a finger and said, "Second, in most cases, we (players) cannot attack our companions, but Waste Uncle successfully attacked you, which means... you are not Xiao Ma Ge at all, and you have been discovered by Waste Uncle in some way." He put down another finger, "Third..."

"The third... is also the most important point." Hong Hu next to him took over the conversation and said coldly: "Tianma Xingkong will never put on your expression and ask others to save him."

After a short silence...

The guy who was clamped by Waste Uncle finally put away his painful look and sneered.

"Humph... all ridiculous reasons." It said, "In my opinion, it is not convincing..." Having said that, it still gave up its disguise and showed its true face.

I saw that its clothes and body gradually merged into one, turning into a black humanoid creature. From the outline of its body, it was difficult to tell whether it was a man or a woman. Its hairstyle seemed to be bald, with normal human ears on both sides of its head; its face also had black and white eyes, nose bridge, and mouth.

"Hmm... Could it be that you are..." Feng Bujue said with a stern look.

"Huh... Yes, I am..." The other party continued in a rather proud tone.

But Feng Bujue continued: "... Assisted Conan to send hundreds of innocent people to prison... Petty thieves, murderers, robbers, and all kinds of evil - 'prisoners'!"

"Is it your uncle who is guilty!" Jibe yelled, "Is it time to complain now!"

"Jibe is right." Honghu said: "In my opinion, the most urgent thing at the moment is to quickly torture and dispel the opponent's arrogance, and find out the whereabouts of Xiao Ma Ge in one fell swoop."

"Don't be nervous, it's just a joke..." Feng Bujue responded very easily on the surface, but in fact... his inappropriate joke was also a test. He mainly wanted to see the reactions of the other three teammates to confirm whether there were other fakes among them.

"You can guess who it is." Feng Bujue naturally followed up the previous sentence and looked at the counterfeit and said, "Right? The soul of imitation." (To be continued...)