"Waterfa!?"

I cursed like a sarcastic Alzheimer's disease, and then I felt like a wild dog who had been hungry for three days wagging its tail and begging for food: "System dad... not right! System mom! You only have five words, I really don't know how to do the task! Please give me a hint, I don't want to do Qingjie!"

"bite!"

The damn prompt sounded in my mind, and then the system's half-dead voice said truthfully: "The task clue photo has been sent to the host space backpack, please pay attention to check it."

Also supplemented: "The unlucky guy who has a naive and innocent luck value, so the hidden task will be triggered randomly when performing the main task, and completing the hidden task will receive a corresponding reward."

"Why does this guy have hidden tasks?!" I cursed and closed my eyes, focused, and formed a computer screen in my mind. There was a magical mouse arrow in the computer screen. Move the mouse arrow and double-click an icon similar to a schoolbag in the lower right corner of the screen.

Open the icon and the content presented is similar to the virtual backpack that stores props on the online game. Only five spaces are unlocked in one beat, and the other spaces are still locked.

Now there is a wooden sword in the backpack, a cannon marked with x5, and a photo with a clue of missions.

After double-clicking the photo with the arrow, I opened my eyes and the photo I just listed was the photo I just now. This is also my unique golden finger, similar to the space ring in fantasy novels, but compared to the opposite, I have a smaller space.

I grabbed the photo and observed it carefully through the dim light.

The photo is 8 cm long and 8 cm wide.

The photo content recently caught my eye with a woman who looked quite Hong Kong style in the 1990s. She looks like Gigi Lai and Kareem Reis and looks like Joey Wong when she smiles. She is very beautiful anyway, and anyone who looks at her twice will not help but want to make a dick.

Unfortunately, my eyes are closed.

Having said that, after I carefully observed, the young woman had scars caused by hanging her neck. The water cup she held in her hand contained half-yellow or not. I don’t know what liquid it was. A steel needle was inserted on her head, like a lightning rod. She wrist was wearing a string of black ancient Buddhist beads. She sat in a mahogany chair with her legs crossed her face, wearing a fiery red men’s suit.

"hiss……"

I took a breath and called the system mother without any support in my heart: "System mother! What is the function of this photo? Where is the clue? This is related to lifespan! Don't joke around!"

"A warm reminder, please do not forget the professional skills that exist in your own right." The female voice of the system rang at the right time.

I was slightly stunned by the system's words, and took out a box of cigarettes from under the pillow, lit one and held it in my mouth, squinted my eyes and reviewed the photos again, and did not let go of every corner.

Details are doomed to be successful or unsuccessful. I vaguely feel that the image and decoration of a young woman are similar to some very popular news, so I started to calculate from this aspect.

First, young women are definitely not hung up and hanged, because people who die of mechanical suffocation will not have such a comfortable expression, nor will they be so perfect in their body, but the suspicion of suffocation will not be ruled out. For the time being, the real cause of death is attributed to the steel needle piercing the head through the skull after fainting.

Second, since the suspicion of suicide is eliminated based on the evidence for the scene, it is very likely to be a killer. The props may be arranged in advance, because when I was thinking, I posted a spot that grew under the corner of a woman's eyes, which looked like a wrinkle and a beauty mole. This spot is recorded in the reading book I have learned. This thing is called Dian Cang Star. If a person has a Cang Star five meters below the corner of his eyes, it means that this person is withdrawn and not good at communicating with others. He has a strong mental illness. Even if he dies, he will be affected by Dian Cang Star, and the ghost will be particularly powerful...

The third point is that the string of Buddhist beads she brought belongs to the obsidian among the seven treasures of Buddhism, and the obsidian is formed after the magma flowing out of volcanic lava suddenly cools in the water. The five elements attributes are first fire, then water, and finally earth.

Continue to infer that the steel needle represents gold, and the unknown liquid in the cup may be the brewed tea water to remove the tea leaves, and together with the mahogany chair represents wood.

Three things are put together, and all the five elements are complete. There is also a fiery red men's suit as an auxiliary item to strengthen the power of the soul, so that the dead soul formed by the young woman after her death will turn into a ghost, making the resentment stronger and more violent.

I widened my eyes, subconsciously threw away the hot cigarette butts, grabbed the open canned breakfast milk on the bedside table, and poured it into my mouth to calm down the trembling heart after careful thinking.

"Hey!"

I'll smash it, smash it, and burp it.

If I continue to move forward according to my current thinking and eliminate other random thoughts, I can compare all this to a formation, an evil magic array that can achieve the destiny of heaven and destiny.

I just don’t know the exact number of a woman’s birthday. If she is born on a day like the fifteenth day of July, if she takes up all the yin and lunar calendars, there must be a wise alchemist who uses her yin life to change her yang life.

Damn it! It's really tricky! I've just upgraded to level lv2, so why did I arrange such a difficult task for me?

What is the core theme of this mission?

Should I find the alchemist who knows evil magic behind me and blow him to death with a cannon? Or should I call the police to arrest him?

After all, this is a life and it is quite difficult to deal with.

Besides, what I guess is based on this photo, there are too few clues!

"Gululu..."

Just as I was about to ask the system mother about the task again, a sharp pain suddenly came from my stomach, making a rumbling sound.

"Water!? Why did I drink this expired milk that I had been left for a month?! Fakel!" I quickly took back the photo and found a roll of toilet paper under the bed. I covered my stomach with one hand, clamped my chrysanthemums, and ran out of the attic with my inner horoscope.

I rented the attic where I live in. Because I was short of money and had no spare money, I could only rent a house that everyone shared.

The top sixth floor is a single-room loft, and the bottom five floor is a separate single-room, and the sound insulation effect is very poor. I used to rent a couple, and I could listen to the sound of the um upstairs in the middle of the night. Anyway, it was quite sexy.

The most important thing is that everyone uses a public toilet and cannot take a bath.

I ran down the stairs in a hurry, as if something from the chrysanthemum was trying to show its head.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you?" A male tenant walked out of the public toilet and was holding a piece of paper in his hand, indicating that he had just gotten up and finished using the toilet at night.

I pushed him away: "Start up and open! It's showing! I can't hold it in anymore!"

"Hurry, hurry up, don't hold it up." The male tenant held back his smile and hurriedly gave me a detour and walked back to his single room.

I rushed into the bathroom in two steps, quickly turned around and inserted the door lock, took off my pants and squatted on the squat pit.

Then I heard a loud thunderous sound, and a happy smile appeared on my face: "It's so fucking fun!"

There was no one else in the toilet except me. I was lowering my head and expelling hard, but a voice came from my right ear: "Hey! Brother, have you brought the paper?"

"Take it with me! How can I not bring paper when I go to the toilet with diarrhea? If you don't bring it, I will tear it for you!" I politely tore off a few pieces of paper and handed it to my right.

When I reached halfway through my hand, I was confused. My slow brain finally realized that I was the only one in the tmd toilet! Where did I get the sound of borrowing paper?

No! Really no! You can touch dirty things even when you go to the toilet!?

"bite!"

System prompt sound that makes people fear and numb.

"Congratulations to the host for triggering the additional skill of the innocent and unlucky bad guy title. The illusion of the fear of the toilet has been loaded! Welcome the host to experience the primary illusion of the toilet! "

"Water!? Your dog-daddy system! If I go to the toilet, you will mess with yarn!" I cursed, and the excrement on my butt was still ticking down. It was not right to wipe it, nor was it not wrong to wipe it.

"Hey! Brother! Do you bring paper?" The man was anxious and angry when he spoke this time, as if he would kick me in the cessation pit today.

At the same time, a skinny and blood-stained palm stretched out slowly from the drain hole where the excrement was mixed with toilet water, and from time to time, it shook twice as if it had Parkinson's, and finally grabbed my butt groove.
Chapter completed!