Amidst the loud rumbling noise, everyone's bodies fell uncontrollably downwards.

Qin Zhibo wanted to use [Flying Claw] to hook the ceiling above, but the falling distance was too short. Before he could take it out, he had already fallen to the first floor.

His head hit a hard object uncontrollably, his brains swayed, and he fainted.

…

dark.

The boundless darkness seemed like some kind of voice was whispering.

This is not a scale that humans can produce. Even if humans listen to it for a moment, their eardrums may be penetrated and they may go crazy at any time.

But in Qin Zhibo's ears, this unknown scale was like a holy sound that led him to heaven. He could not refuse it, and there was no need to refuse it.

Gradually, light appeared in the darkness ahead.

It was a dazzling yellow light that was close to white light, emitting a halo like the sun.

In the halo, an orange figure floated in it.

When Qin Zhibo walked up to that figure, he finally saw it clearly.

A man wearing a yellow ragged robe spread his arms and held Qin Zhibo in his arms.

With his long and narrow figure and hanging yellow silk strands, he is almost twice as tall as Qin Zhibo.

Qin Zhibo was also floating in the air, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the only darkness under the hood in front of him.

From the near-eternal depths, a dark long shape vaguely poked out.

Qin Zhibo subconsciously leaned his head over, and the front end of a dark yellow tentacle poked out from the darkness of the hood, covered with ugly abalone-shaped suckers.

Looking at the slowly approaching tentacles, Qin Zhibo's head shrank back desperately.

But the body has been controlled by invisible forces and there is no way to retreat.

The tentacles followed Qin Zhibo's forehead and climbed up to the top of his head, like a fancy curling tongue holding a delicate cherry, playing with it back and forth.

Not only that, the sucker of this tentacle was still squirming on top of Qin Zhibo's head, as if it was sucking something.

The cold touch and the slight squirming between the skin made him scream in surprise.

"abnormal!"

…

I don't know how much time passed, but Qin Zhibo slowly opened his eyes.

The first time he opened his eyes, he felt extremely uncomfortable, scratchy and scratchy on his face.

Raising his hand to brush off the sand floating on his face, he felt a wet feeling on his hand.

He put his hand in front of his eyes and repeatedly identified it for a few seconds before confirming that it was blood and that it belonged to him.

The blood has begun to coagulate, indicating that at least 20 minutes have passed.

He slowly got up from the mess on the ground. His head was still a little dazed, but it was still enough to distinguish the surrounding environment.

This is the floor of the first floor of the villa. The big hole above his head shows that he has been lying here since the fall.

There is no yellow figure, and no perverted tentacles.

Qin Zhibo held on to the wall and looked around the mess again, but found no one else.

In his memory, everyone fell together. Logically speaking, no one should be left behind, they are all here.

Am I the last one to wake up?

But where have everyone else gone?

And who was the figure who appeared at that time?

Qin Zhibo had doubts in his heart, but the wet feeling on his face made him unable to concentrate.

The swaying body and slight dizziness also reminded him that he needed to find a place to check the injury first.

He moved his body slowly, but did not notice that a lot of red liquid had solidified between the cracks in the bricks where he had just been lying.

Under the guidance of the [Navigator] map, Qin Zhibo found a restroom a few meters behind.

I fiddled with the light switch, but still no call.

Qin Zhibo had no choice but to take out the [Nuclear Energy Lighter], place it as high as possible, and use the diffuse reflection of the white ceiling to illuminate as much area as possible.

Walking to the mirror of the sink, a face soaked in dust and blood appeared in the mirror.

This face seems a bit like someone who has traveled from a post-apocalyptic wasteland world.

Qin Zhibo first patted off the floating soil on his head, then turned on the faucet and washed his face clean. Only then did he look a little more like a human being.

If there is bleeding, there must be a wound.

Qin Zhibo carefully touched his scalp. It wasn't until a stinging pain reached his brain that he realized that the wound was on the scalp on the top of his head, as well as some on the scalp on his forehead.

However, although the wound can be vaguely touched here, the wound has stopped bleeding at this time, and there is only a little bloodshot.

call……

What a great fate.

Qin Zhibo sighed. He had fallen unprepared just now, and with his head injury, he might have died if his luck had been even slightly worse.

As for everyone else, their situation should be better than mine, otherwise they wouldn't all disappear.

Qin Zhibo cleaned the blood on his hands again and tightened the faucet.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he inevitably caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the dim firelight.

In a flash of vision, a tentacle stretched out from the darkness behind him and brushed over his head.

Qin Zhibo's body trembled and he shuddered unconsciously.

Fortunately, this did not happen in reality. When I looked back, there was nothing but empty air behind me, without any tentacles.

But Qin Zhibo didn't dare to stay long, so he quickly picked up a nuclear lighter and left the bathroom.

Back in the corridor, Qin Zhibo planned to look for others.

But I couldn't call people in the corridor in a big way. After all, it was now certain that something was wrong with this villa.

According to the description of the yellow-haired man, he and the blonde girl agreed to meet during meditation, but when the agreed time came, the blonde girl did not come.

He went upstairs to search and found the blonde girl lying on the bed, seemingly asleep.

So, the yellow-haired man took the opportunity to strangle the blonde girl who couldn't resist.

But Qin Zhibo knows that the suffocation feeling can wake up people in deep sleep, because the suffocation feeling is only one aspect, and the pain of suffocation in the throat is more critical.

In other words, the blonde girl did not simply fall asleep at that time.

In addition, the blond girl is a love brain, so if the blond man asks her to meet late at night, there is no reason to refuse the date.

The final result of the reasoning is that the blonde girl did not simply fall asleep, but was put into a state where she was completely unable to control her body by others.

And in this way, the murderer mentioned by Koizumi Anko's psychic soul of the blonde girl is very doubtful.

If the blond girl was strangled to death in an unconscious state, she would have no way of knowing that her murderer was actually the blond man, and there would be no reason to lie to protect him.

That means that the blonde girl's soul is telling the truth...

When her consciousness finally stopped, she saw a woman calling herself "Kira" in front of her.

And this Kira is most likely the unknown and mysterious person in the villa.

Who is this person?

Qin Zhibo fell into thinking.

At this moment, the sound of running came from the ground overhead.

Someone!

Qin Zhibo looked up and vaguely heard that there was more than one person running.

Climbing up the stairs obviously takes more time, so Qin Zhibo chose to go back to the hole in the floor between the first and second floors, as it would be faster to go up from here.

Qin Zhibo quickly turned around and ran back, came under the sunken floor hole, took out the [Flying Claw], and threw it upward with a little force.

The investigator's hand bones firmly grasped the edge of the floor. Qin Zhibo climbed up along the rope and stepped on the edge wall.

Even though this method of going up to the second floor was not slow, by the time he stepped on the ground on the second floor, those running people had disappeared.

Qin Zhibo followed the direction of the sound he just heard and saw a fat figure facing the other two at the end of the corridor.

They are a fat otaku who loves to play with figurines, a guy with glasses and a girl with short hair.

The fat otaku was holding a crowbar in his hand, with a fierce look on his face, grinning at the two people in the corner.

"Calm down! Mr. Kerfeng!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

The man with glasses protected the trembling short-haired girl behind him.
To be continued...