Xuanmen boss in the horror game card BUG

Chapter 11 How Many Faces?
People are weird...

Is there something in the teammate? !
Fang Shu's brain went blank for a few seconds, and he realized the meaning of these four words as if awakened from a nightmare.

Fang Shu pursed his lips and wondered, "Could it be Zhang..."

"Shh, don't guess."

Yan Lan opened the legal records, her eyes darkened, "Go to the theater."

Fang Shu nodded and pushed open the door of the safe passage.

The Xiqu Performance Theater is closest to the museum.

The line drawn by Yanlan worked at this time, the ruins of the underwater dragon palace did not hinder them at all, and even the safe passage was still a normal incandescent lamp, which was convenient for her to browse the records.

The Kowloon Amusement Park opened in September 1985 and was abandoned at the end of March 9. There are 2001 articles about "Dragon God Festival". Except for some template records, there are two most worth pondering.

First record in 1985:
[In the year of Yichou, the dragon raised its head, and there was something different in the reservoir. A big fish came out of the clouds and fog, with nine heads without faces, and the body of a fish and the head of a snake.The Taoist leader wanted to attract thunder to drive him away, but the leader later ordered him to capture him and use the "dragon spirit" to build the Kowloon Amusement Park. ]
And the last record in 2001:
[Xin Sinian dragon raises its head, overflows when it wants to be full, nine faces turn into evil and change, can reproduce and steal the soul, deprive others of their identities, and hide in the crowd perfectly.

[Humanity turns into evil spirits, evil spirits turn into people, thousands of faces are indistinguishable, and it is difficult to distinguish evil from human beings.Written to the high-level, ordered to seal up the paradise.

[The ceremony is in a hurry, as follows: three golden apples for sacrifice, nine meat dishes, three balm (paper), and finally six dragon heart bone incense.With the reservoir as an obstacle, the evil dragon who is trapped and wants to change. ]
Yan Lan pressed the tip of her tongue against her palate, and there was a bit of interest in her eyes, and she suddenly felt that this evil spirit was interesting.

In the past two years, due to her health, she kept her mind pure and healthy, and it can even be said that she kept her name incognito. Now that she is back, the first evil spirit still wants to win a good fortune.

"Sister Lan," Fang Shu couldn't let go, "Did Xie Chong sneak into the player, or did Xie Chong replace the player?"

"It's all possible, it depends on the time when the evil spirit releases the clone."

Yan Lan buckled the ritual record, tapped it lightly on the palm of her hand, and thought about her words a little:
"The nine-headed dragon can strip off the clone, use the clone to absorb the memory of the person, obtain the person's shape, habit characteristics, and social information with the greatest efficiency, and then replace it.

"In a way, the avatar has perfectly played the replaced person, and even the avatar doesn't know that it is evil."

This is an almost perfectly concealed bomb that is only controlled by the body.

"That would be troublesome."

Fang Shu said anxiously: "Even the undercover agent doesn't know his identity, so how do we know how many faces the human beings around us have?"

"A few faces..."

Yan Lan paused, the image of the nine-headed evil dragon roaring quickly flashed in her mind, she pressed the phone and looked at the screen:
【2023年2月20日23点35分，星期一，天气阴】

"I see." Yan Lan suddenly laughed.

"Why is that so?" Fang Shu asked immediately with sharp ears.

"Ask less, use your brain more."

Yan Lan casually raised her hand, and stuffed the gold book into the pocket of her alchemy white coat, "Look for yourself."

"Hey, Lan—"

Seeing her turn into the theater, Fang Shu sighed helplessly and amusedly:
"I've been using my brain for so many years, and finally...why do I need to use my brain?"

Pages flip.

Fang Shu's gentle eyes gradually sank, and when he saw the last record, he had completely lost his temperature. He pulled the corner of his mouth and fastened the golden book, and his voice cooled down:
"A bunch of trash, it's not going to work."

……

"Once born, twice cooked."

Yan Lan opened the curtain and walked onto the stage, the smell of blood rushed into her nostrils first.

The yin-yang fish on the jade-colored thermos cup changed from black and white to light red, swimming vividly.

"Don't get on your head, don't get sick."

Yan Lan let out a deep breath to relieve her tense nerves, "It's not time to go crazy yet."

The rotating yin-yang fish stabilized, and the blood color gradually faded.

[wtf?Is this thermos cup still a magic weapon? ! ]
[Can't you see it?The outside of this cup is Kunlun jade, yes, it is the kind of jade that can calm down and absorb anger, and the carving on it is a magic talisman! ]
[Damn, if you can recognize the one in front, why didn't you say it earlier!You hindsight wise]
[It’s not that the thermos cup is perfect, what to do with this.Am I the only one who cares about when I can see her get sick? ]
"You are here."

On the edge of the stage, the takeaway boy in the blue riding uniform raised his head when he heard the voice, his eyes slowly focused, and his red eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life after the shock.

"You are……"

"Feng Xuanming."

Feng Xuanming raised his eyebrows and said, "It's impossible to save people, and nothing is left."

Yan Lan said "hmm", looking at the mess and blood stains all over the floor, as well as some residues left when the black snake tore apart the food.

"Xie Chong failed to kill, you did it yourself."

She deliberately calculated the location before, except for the Longshen Incense Case, there are three items in each of the other locations.

What's more, the time when the explosion occurred was 23:29, and the countdown had not yet been reset.

"……Yes."

Feng Xuanming pursed his lips for a few seconds and nodded.

There were still two pools of blood on his hand, and two pieces of shriveled skin the size of a palm were paralyzed in the pool of blood.

Yan Lan stepped onto the stage, bent down and wrapped the two skins with a wet towel.

There is no system prompt.

Time has been absorbed, completely passing away with the death of the two.

"Tell me what happened."

Yan Lan's tone was calm, she was not moved, "I'll listen to any clues."

"We... we first heard a play here."

Feng Xuanming slowed down, raised his finger to the costume fluttering above his head, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Those things sang."

Yan Lan raised her head and looked at the iron frame above the stage.

The environment under the reservoir is humid, and no one has maintained it for more than 20 years. The iron frame built has already been mottled and rusted.

Several sets of blood-stained rotten costumes were hung high on the iron frame. The wind blowing these gauze rags from nowhere seemed to be a headless figure who had been hanged in a trance.

(End of this chapter)