Room survival: I know the prompts behind the door in advance

Chapter 327 Looking at each other
Seeing the strange scene in the room, Lin Qing's pupils shrank, and then he frowned slightly, ready to evacuate at any time.

After all, all she currently has are physical invisibility props, and she doesn't know if she can deceive this so-called angel.

However, based on the current intelligence and the cardinal's performance, the answer might be here, and it is worth her taking the risk.

The next second, in her sight, the angel spread his pair of holy snow-like wings and flew out of the painting!
"It" was suspended in the air, emitting a holy and soft light. It was barefoot and had blonde hair. A snow-white robe fell smoothly to its ankles. Its golden pupils seemed to be burning.

The cardinal bowed his head.

"Oh, Bishop Charles? What is it that you have called me for?"

The angel's voice sounded, with a hint of laziness and weariness at the end.

The cardinal rubbed his hands together, made a quick sign of the cross on his chest and said, "Lord Michael, I have already followed your instructions and led all the players who entered this world to the ship. However, there was a small accident. The person you were paying close attention to did not appear here. Do you want to ask if the plan should continue?"

The Angel raised his eyebrows indifferently, "Oh? He didn't show up. Did something unexpected happen? This is a bit difficult to deal with."

The cardinal wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously. "Well, she didn't accept our invitation, so we can't locate her now. However, according to our intelligence, she may have appeared on the ship."

The Angel nodded: "Okay, I understand."

This time, after he finished speaking, he did not continue with his instructions as usual. Instead, he looked towards a certain place in the room.

At this moment, Lin Qing felt that strange and heavy gaze, and the pressure suddenly doubled.

Could it be that this thing has already discovered her existence?

Just when she was about to leave, that heavy gaze suddenly retracted.

The Angel continued to look at the Cardinal and asked, "How is that going?"

Speaking of "that matter", the cardinal instantly became interested, and even raised his tone a few degrees, saying: "Don't worry, things are going very smoothly. We have discovered many talented children for the church. They have many God-given abilities. I believe that they will be willing to dedicate themselves to God and pave the way for the return of God."

The "angel" nodded slowly, but at the last moment, he looked back at the corner where Lin Qing was hiding and curled his lips slightly.

But the next second, he disappeared into the huge painting frame.
Lin Qing suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

She realized that this so-called angel had spotted her, but for some reason, had not exposed her existence.

Is this the absolute confidence of the BOSS based on his strength?

Or is there another reason?
Lin Qing frowned slightly, and just when she was puzzled, she suddenly heard another hurried knock on the captain's room.

The cardinal extinguished the candles around him and turned on the ceiling light in the room. "Come in!"

Then, a man in a black robe rushed in from outside the door and reported: "Bishop, there is an emergency! It's the rebels. They created chaos at the banquet and then fled back to the sea. We are about to approach the Holy Land Island. Will there be any accidents?"

The cardinal showed a trace of sarcasm on his face. "Haha, no need. With just them, they can't cause much trouble. They are just a bunch of clowns in front of God."

At this point, his eyes revealed a scornful arrogance: "However, since we are almost at the Holy Island, I should also go out to meet the guests. Otherwise, the guests will be anxious."

As the cardinal and the man in black robes left, Lin Qing also came out from her hiding place. She stood in front of the giant classical oil painting that was three meters high and five meters wide, checked the situation, and found nothing wrong.

This giant portrait seemed to be just a medium of communication. Now that the thing on it had left, the strange power no longer existed. Whether it was the harsh environment or the powerful boss in this copy, it was obviously beyond her expectations.

It was obvious that some conspiracy was brewing, and Lin Qing felt the danger of impending storm.

However, as long as the cruise ship reaches the so-called holy island, her tasks two and three can be completed successfully.

According to past experience, there will be a fourth task. As long as you successfully complete the last task, you can return to your room and escape from this world.

Maybe, she can go see the golden sun.

If the two of them continued to work together, she needed to test whether this person was trustworthy.

Of course, this requires excluding the premise that he is not a human being.
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In the lounge.

"Lieyang, those players and passengers are in the banquet hall now. Why do we need to go into the lounge? Do you have any clues?"

Although A'man cooperated with him and left the banquet hall, he was still confused.

He was communicating well with other players just now, why did he suddenly leave?

She felt that the information she had obtained was too little, so how could she successfully complete the subsequent tasks?

While checking the lounge to make sure there were no hidden surveillance cameras installed, Golden Sun explained, "Don't you find this kind of situation strange? The owner of the cruise ship has been hiding behind the scenes. He has gathered so many players and wasteland survivors. What does he want to do now?"

Aman nodded, "That makes sense, but..."

Just as she finished her words, a storm arose.

Golden Sun checked the wardrobe and was about to open the door when it suddenly popped up. Then a silent silenced bullet grazed his cheek, leaving a bright red blood mark.

"Someone!"

Aman also huddled into the leather sofa, using it as a cover, and casually pulled out an automatic rifle, shooting at the closet door.

Bang bang bang.
The only remaining half of the cabinet door was beaten into a sieve, and the light shone in half, floating up and down, and the attacker inside seemed to have lost his voice.

However, Golden Sun did not relax his vigilance. He winked at Aman, signaling her to take cover.

Aman made an OK gesture.

Golden Sun then carefully took out a defensive item, slowly approached the cabinet, and asked in a cold voice:
"who are you?"

There was still no sound coming from the closet, and the person inside seemed to be dead.

However, Golden Sun and Aman are both veterans. Under such intensive bullet shooting, unless they wear full-body bulletproof vests, they will inevitably be hit in some parts of their bodies, leaving bloodstains.

However, there was neither human voice nor bloody smell inside, as if the bullet that silently grazed his cheek was an illusion.

But this is no illusion.

No matter whether the person in the closet is a player or a native, he is an enemy, not a friend!