There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 480

Chapter 480: Chapter 420: Archaeologist: I Think We’re onto Sothing!

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“I think we all should have cooperated from the start.”

As the two walked side by side down the corridor bathed in red light, the archaeologist spoke with a grave expression.

Last night, she thought a lot.

If the final boss of this script was Night Witch Cerys, then she was afraid only through the players’ collaboration could they clear the ga.

Her mission was to get the “Green’s Handwritten Notes,” but the target of the mission was within the knight’s cross sword.

Herein lay the problem: she couldn’t lift the sword, only the Traveling Poet could.

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This script had no competing missions, which ant the players had to cooperate with each other.

It was a sha that, at the beginning of almost every script, players who did not know each other and couldn’t even distinguish NPCs from players wouldn’t spontaneously cooperate.

Lagging behind in intelligence over ti had led to the situation as it was.

The archaeologist slightly lowered her gaze, concealing the look in her eyes.

The Traveling Poet remained calm and didn’t pick up on her words but instead said, “You t with the castle owner in the basent last night, didn’t you?

Who was that person?”

“…I can’t say,” the archaeologist shook her head.

“Then what kind of deal did you strike?”

“That’s even less likely for to say.”

“So why do you think I should cooperate with you?” The Traveling Poet stopped walking, his amber eyes looking at her coldly.

In the empty castle corridor, they were the only ones present, the whole world around them dead silent.

The archaeologist brushed the fringe that had fallen onto her forehead behind her ear and said, “The reason I can’t tell you is because this castle is watching us, it hears every single word we say.”

The Traveling Poet suddenly let out a cold laugh, “Is it this castle, or the person hiding behind it?”

He appeared to be getting sowhat emotional.

It was evident from the slight rise in his voice, from his mocking tone, that his stoic facial expression was just a front.

“You need to calm down.

We can’t afford to waste more ti,” the archaeologist looked up at him and extended the cross sword she was holding, “This sword is what I took from the basent last night.

Do you know what it’s for?”

“!” The Traveling Poet didn’t bother to speak, just silently observed her.

“It’s sothing that can kill the witch.”

The archaeologist continued, “In the real legend, the witches were persecuted by the Holy Court’s Knight Order, but the Holy Court’s army was completely annihilated, and the witches were still around because those ordinary things couldn’t completely kill a witch.”

Upon hearing this, the Traveling Poet’s gaze shifted slightly, finally resting on the sharp, unadorned cross sword.

On the cross guard of the sword hilt, there was an indentation, suggesting that sothing had once been embedded there.

And that spot was just the right size to fit the “Angel Badge” in his hand.

The archaeologist said persuasively, “You surely want to leave this strange castle as well, because I also want to leave, and the only way to destroy this castle is in that Tall Tower.”

She walked over to the column at the edge, peering out through the stained-glass window.

Under the crimson moonlight, Prague Castle’s central tower stood tall in her view, surrounded by nurous flying buttresses, like stars surrounding the moon.

“I discovered the power source sustaining this castle in the basent last night, but I couldn’t destroy it then because the real switch is inside that tower.”

“One person’s power is inadequate to contend with this castle.

If we want to leave, we must cooperate.”

“After all, there are only the two of us left now.”

“We must hurry!”

Having said this, the archaeologist sighed, her expression filled with anxiety and helplessness, and her uneven short hair revealed what she must have gone through the night before.

The Traveling Poet, gazing at the tall tower, felt a slight heartbeat.

But he was still full of doubts, and couldn’t help thinking about that mysterious girl, recalling every detail of their encounter and ti spent together.

Leave!

Leave!

Leave!

Suddenly, the Traveling Poet felt a flicker of realization.

It seed that no matter when, the most common thing the girl said to him was—”Leave this place.”

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In the end, the two established a rather shaky cooperative relationship.

Feeling invigorated, the archaeologist decided to show her sincerity by telling him everything she had seen in the underground space the night before.

Of course, except for her conversation with Cerys.

Unlike the bustle of yesterday, today’s Prague Castle was deserted, not to ntion the noble guests who had stayed overnight; even the workers and servants who would be outside during the day were gone.

Huge, empty and desolate, Prague Castle was like an isolated abyss.

The two left that long corridor and headed back, planning to get to the Tall Tower from a flying buttress on the other side.

“Speaking of which, can you use this sword?”

At this mont, the archaeologist suddenly handed the cross sword to him: “I originally wanted to study how to use it last night, but I found that it seems to be missing a notch, so it’s no good for anything other than ordinary slashing.

I have a hard ti imagining how it’s going to kill that Witch.”

The Traveling Poet glanced at the sword and reached out to take the cross sword.

The mont he grasped it, his fingers trembled inexplicably.

That indescribable sense of confusion in his thoughts appeared again.

The Traveling Poet examined the sword in his hand, his fingertips gently brushing over the indented part of the cross guard.

Suddenly, the archaeologist walking in front of him ca to a halt.

Her expression was serious as she keenly looked towards the door at the end of the corridor that was shaking, and she sensed an extrely evil dark presence!

What was happening?

The archaeologist frowned slightly—Cerys hadn’t ntioned that on their way to the Tall Tower, they would have to go through the process of fighting a monster.

Was this an unexpected situation, or had that guy co up with so new trick?

She carefully moved forward, her eyes closely watching the gently shaking door.

This door looked like a side door to a room and wasn’t a massive double door like the main ones.

It was even only about a ter wide.

While she was on guard, the Traveling Poet holding the cross sword simply walked forward, thrust the blade into the door crack, and then lightly chopped downward.

“Clang!”

The sound of tal being cut through rang out, followed by a figure who burst through the door and ran several steps forward before stopping from inertia.

The girl was in a state of complete disarray, with dishevelled hair and tattered clothes, her body covered in dried blood and soot, almost unrecognizable as a human being.

After running out, she took several hurried breaths.

Then, she slowly turned her head to look at the two people standing in the corridor.

The terrifying ferocity and murderous intent emanating from her eyes prompted them to quickly assu a battle stance!

The bloodshot eyes glanced at the two, and An Lin turned her head to look at the room she had just run out of.

There was no horror or darkness in the room, no monsters, it was as calm and unremarkable as if the brutal battle before had never existed.

Even when she looked at herself, she found that the tears and claw marks were gone, the bloody flesh wounds were gone.

What remained instead were the whip marks from her own weapon.

As for the fight before, it seed like it was all just her own delirium.

“Ha…

hahaha…”

An Lin suddenly laughed with mockery, her laughter was dismal and somber.

Was that thing behind the scenes deliberately toying with her?!

It kept her locked inside to tornt her all night, only to tell her that it was all just an illusion at the end!

Damn it!

After seeing the state the girl was in, the Traveling Poet and the archaeologist had already quietly retreated several steps, exchanging a glance, the aning clear without words.

The tal shards were ready, the archaeologist took out a glass bead from her pocket, the explosion was also prepared.

At this ti, An Lin ca to her senses.

She calmly wiped the blood off her face and said coldly to the two, “Rest assured, I am human, my thoughts are clear now, and I have not been eroded by the Abyss.”

The archaeologist raised her eyebrows: “That’s hard to say.”

You seem quite disturbed right now.

Seeing this, An Lin did not speak further, instead she raised her hand, and a glimring white light appeared at her fingertips and swirled around her entire body, making her look surprisingly holy despite the filth and dishevelnt on her.

“Now do you believe ?” An Lin said.

The archaeologist’s gaze shifted, this was…

Holy Side’s Purification Qi?

Although it felt very weak, and seed sowhat different from the Purification thods in Script Space, it indeed was a power of the Holy Side.

Wait, does Cerys’s script have this scene?

As a Witch, she wouldn’t let such a power that could destroy evil exist here, would she?

So this was really…

an unexpected situation?!

The archaeologist, restrained by soone, suddenly had a glint of excitent in her eyes!

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