"?"

Yi Lin glanced at Edward in a strange way.

Is this considered cheating?

These are old-fashioned riddles. In Yi Lin's impression, it seems that he had seen them in some enlightenment electronic books as a child.

If Irin had become the Apostle, he might not have remembered it.

But now Yi Lin's mental power has increased greatly, his memory has been terriblely strengthened. If you think about some weak memories, coupled with simple reasoning, these riddles are not too complicated puzzles.

Furthermore, these riddles are clearly from the same template, okay?

Is it difficult to learn from one example and apply it to others?

——No surprises.

"You're old."

Yi Lin patted Edward on the shoulder and comforted him.

“…”

"You have completed the wise Edward's challenge, it's yours!"

Edward sat down slowly.

He looked depressed.

It seems that he is really old.

Now is the world for young people.

Ahhhh.

etc.

Edward looked up again.

He glanced at Yi Lin.

He looked left and right, but couldn't tell where the old man who won him was younger than him.

Just as the riddle man said that, a reminder finally appeared in front of Yi Lin's eyes for a long time.

[Side plot mission "Old...Edward's Riddle Challenge", successfully obtained the ownership of the "Question Mark Scepter"!]

At the moment of completing the task.

The question mark scepter that originally belonged to Edward in his hand made Yi Lin feel a little more intimate with blood connection.

It's just a little bit.

Before Yi Lin could carefully check the attributes of the [Question Mark Scepter], she felt a slight vibration from her chest "Death Mark".

It's Pan Xiaozheng.

Yi Lin silently turned on the communication function.

There is only one short sentence above.

"So let Room 1132, Area A!"

Area A?

There are different messy corridors in the memory maze here. This building is in an orderly manner, and even a map of the entire building is thoughtfully hung on the wall.

Yi Lin closed her eyes and showed the map in detail in her mind.

It took less time to determine the location that Pan Xiaozheng mentioned.

There……

It seems to be a used garbage disposal room?

Why are they there?

Although Yi Lin didn't understand.

But Pan Xiaozheng is a relatively normal version of "Pan Zhengyi" after all. He can communicate and communicate, so he should not be too tricky.

Unless… the medicine has worked.

Based on the map in his mind, Yi Lin walked towards the location that Pan Xiaozheng mentioned as fast as possible.

Of course, the so-called fastest speed... is only a little faster than the speed of cherry blossoms falling.

Speed ​​10 cm in seconds.

The reason is nothing, the waist and legs hurt.

But Yi Lin felt lucky.

He took the mental side route. Although he was inexplicably in aging, he did not experience negative states that affected the brain due to Alzheimer's disease, stroke sequelae, etc.

Although the motivation for thought is limited, it can still be used.

Not so passive.

Compared to others, the situation should have a slight advantage.

On the road.

Yi Lin passed by many wards.

When he passed by, he also glanced at the small sign above the room.

"Halley Quinn".

"Bain".

“…Copper.”

This prefix is ​​too long, Yi Lin didn't look carefully.

"Victor Fries".

"Dr. Jonathan Klein".

“…”

Yi Lin, a little old man, walked in the corridor, wearing a patient's uniform, and no one paid attention to it.

Unobstructed along the way.

When Yi Lin came to the place that Pan Xiaozheng mentioned, she found that it was deserted and empty.

Ten meters away is the waste garbage disposal room.

Yi Lin stopped and took a few breaths.

By the way, I released the perception and looked around.

No exceptions.

Yi Lin frowned and walked into the used garbage disposal room.

This is a small room of only ten square meters, with all kinds of garbage piled on all sides of the walls.

There is domestic waste and medical waste, but it is not strictly classified according to the type of garbage.

This is quite environmentally friendly.

"?"

suddenly.

Yi Lin's eyes froze.

In the corner it seems...

"Present-eyed eyes are really troublesome..."

Yi Lin shook her head helplessly, and when she walked closer, she saw that there was indeed a pool of blood on the ground.

The blood is dark and red, and has not dried up yet.

Yi Lin squatted down carefully and touched the blood with his hands.

A trace of warmth that had not yet been completely cooled came from the fingertips.

Whose blood?

Yi Lin frowned slightly.

Open the communication list and take a look.

Pan Zhengyi's name is still lit.

It means he is not dead yet.

Yi Lin moved her finger and sent a private chat to Pan Zhengyi on the chat interface.

...
To be continued...