Setting 57: The Supernatural Research Society (10)

It may be that the lingering chessboard itself is too difficult. Since the beginning of this chessboard, the system settings have been in a soy sauce state that reminds you and runs around, giving players time to adjust.

However, at this moment, the setting of the new brush is like a heavy hammer "pound" to wake everyone's dreams. At this moment, players finally remembered the horror once controlled by the system settings, and played by the system settings. The shame of death-what is terrible in "role-playing" is not the ambush chessboard, not the chess pieces of demons and ghosts, but the setting of pitting people without blinking ...

The needle was heard in the living room, and the players looked at the countdown at the end of Set 4 with a look of appetite and went to the end.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-Setting 4 is active.

[Setting 4: Your companion has triggered a ghost call. When the phone rings in the future, no one will answer within 1 minute, and the unsatisfied spirits will appear, killing the living one by one until no one survives. 】

Shan Ziwei swallowed hard, and the bronze rotary telephone in front of him really turned into a life-threatening man. The long telephone line held everyone's lives.

"This house seems to have only this phone." Rose Blood put her hand on the rotary phone, she groaned for a moment, and shook her head: "It is a special prop and cannot be put in a toy box."

It's like the barrel of oil on the chessboard of Wulei Prison. Shan Wei tried to lift the phone base-since it can't be put in the toy box, can it be carried in his hand?

The central part of the rotary phone seems to be fixed to the coffee table. It took a lot of effort for Shan Wei to barely crack a seam, let alone move it in his hand. The game did not let them speculate.

Just as Shan Ziwei was about to lower the base of the phone, hyacinth noticed sharply: "There is a line of words underneath."

Shan Ziwei lifted the base of the phone, and the others approached. A line of words was not clearly printed on the smooth coffee table. It seemed that someone had placed a piece of undamaged paper under the telephone, causing some characters to be printed on the coffee table.

"... the fatal injury was a fracture of the neck caused by the impact of a heavy object; Mr. Wei was beheaded and corpse, and he had called out before his death ..." Hyacinth read the words and responded extremely quickly, "It was the newspaper before Report! "

Once, pearl milk tea and milk tea similu found a newspaper in the living room, which reported the murder of Manda's old house. The part above Mrs. Wei was cut off, and it is now written to complement the death of Mr. Wei.

"So, the headless person is Mr. Wei, and the phone call was also from Mr. Wei." Qiangwei sighed: "Combined with the phone content, the child pushed his mother downstairs and died, just when he was hit by his father. When Dad called, someone beheaded Dad ... maybe ... it was the child ... "

Shan Ziwei felt indescribable violations, and he could not help refuting: "Is the child so powerful?"

"I just said 'maybe'." Qiangwei avoided the topic lightly. "The point now is, how should we cope with the phone ringing? If the phone is not answered, the headless Mr. Wei will appear and behead us. "

Pearl milk tea's lips shook when she heard it, and she seemed to want to say something, but her lips were pale in the end.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Rose Blood extended her **** with a smile.

"I have two options."

"The phone is the only one. It cannot be moved or carried. Therefore, we can divide it into two groups, one is here to answer the phone at any time, and the other is to advance the game." Rose Blood slowly said, "Group actions can guarantee Taking both ends into account can reduce risks by forming teams. However, this approach presents a problem. "

She suddenly looked at Shan Ziwei, "tell us the rules of 'hide and seek'."

Suddenly Wei Shan was asked, a flower idiot had sorted out his memory and explained the version he knew. The rules of the spiritual version of "hide and seek" are very similar to the ordinary "hide and seek". The difference is that ordinary hide and seek is a person looking for someone, while the spirit of hide and seek is a ghost looking for someone. First go to a room or living room with a TV. Turn on the TV to make the TV look like snowflakes. Then hold a doll, pierce the doll's body with a knife, and say to it, "You are a ghost, come to me." Quickly find a place to hide, if something appears, don't let it see until it leaves; if it is a multiplayer game, don't let your companion know your hiding place, in case he is caught by the ghost, Ghosts will know where you are; when the TV's snowflakes disappear, it means success and ghost hide-and-seek.

"That is to say, 'hide and seek' starts here, right?" Qiang Blood glanced at the 60-inch TV in the living room, emphasizing: "And playing in the whole house?"

When Shan Ziwei nodded, he understood what Rose's blood was about to say. If it is "touching the wall" or "pen fairy", they are all small-scale, spiritual games that can be restricted to a certain room. But "hide-and-seek" is no help. This is a magical game with a full map range. It also uses the living room as a starting point. How can we ensure that people who are in front of the phone will not be affected.

"The only thing we can play now is 'hide-and-seek', which is not only a house-wide game, but from the rules, we must be scattered." Qiangwei sighed, "Let's look at the second option."

"The second option is, from now on, we will take turns to answer the phone." Rose blood scanned everyone with an unprecedented harsh voice. "If you agree to this option, once the phone rings, no matter where you hide, just turn When you get there, you have to answer the phone! "

This condition is almost harsh, it is completely betting on character, and it has great risks. What if the ghost is blocking their hiding place when the phone rings? Even if they are willing to rush out, they are afraid that they will be killed by ghosts before they reach the living room, meaningless sacrifice.

Rose Blood apparently took this into consideration, and her voice was soft, "If the ghost lingers around you and you really can't answer the phone, then please send a warning to notify the next person to answer the phone."

Although it is still very moral, and it is not far from death when it is time to issue a warning, it is at least a valuable sacrifice.

"Who disputes the plan?"

"No."

Pearl milk tea and hyacinth almost agreed in unison, Shan Ziwei took a glance at pearl milk tea in surprise, but he did not think of a better solution for the time being, and he and the host acquiesced to the proposal of rose blood.

After a simple division, the order of receiving calls is tentatively set to host—rose blood—hyacinth—danziwei—pearl milk tea. Since the host has already taken the call, the next ghost call will start directly from rose blood.

After discussing the telephone issue, the group prepared to go upstairs to pick up the baby. Everyone glanced over there as they passed the restaurant. The restaurant was clean and quiet, and no one—such as the owner in Heiying ’s mouth—marked the meal.

Qiangwei coughed lightly, "... Go to the restaurant and take a look."

Players walked into the dining room and got close, only to find that the chair in the main seat was pulled apart halfway, and an empty plate was placed on the table opposite. Inside was a piece of paper with a few lines written in beautiful lower case.

[The men in this family are very firm

This woman is very slim

What does it taste like

thanks for treatment】

The content of the first half is reminiscent of the lovely ballad "Three Bears", and in the third sentence, the style turned sharply, showing the **** smell of corpse meat. Shan Ziwei stared at that passage, it seemed to reveal something, but it didn't seem to reveal anything at all. The only feeling was weird, weird that couldn't be said.

——He is clearly talking about the “owner”. Why does it look like a “guest” from outside?

If Rose's blood was thoughtful, she whispered a few words with the hyacinth, and vaguely revealed the words "child ... master ...".

A gust of cold wind blew through, and the sheet of paper tumbled all the way, about to fall off the table in front of Shan Ziwei. Shan Ziwei caught it subconsciously, but felt that there was a pain in his fingertips that caught the paper, as if he had been bitten.

Shan Ziwei immediately flung away like a cat stepping on his tail, and the thrown paper gradually dissipated in the air—no, it should be said that it was wet with extremely dark ink and dissolved in the dark without a word.

It was not only the paper that was blacked out, but also Shan Wei's sp. His four sps were all black, as if they had suffered a terrible attack at that instant. The frightened white-haired young man didn't dare to move, just waiting for the spiritual pollution to fade away.

After learning about Shan Ziwei's tragedy, Qiangxue reminded: "Be careful, this old house is getting more and more dangerous."

Yes, this one after another crisis is like jokingly telling the player: The prelude to "peace" is over, and the stern drama begins.

Shan Ziwei and his team were even more intimidated. They came to the second floor cautiously, ignoring the psychological discomfort caused by the headlights, and walked into the first room on the right.

The closet of the Peking Opera mask recalling the killing is near. It is the kind of pear flower cabinet with a door bolt on the outside. This structure is easy to open from the outside and difficult to unlock from the inside.

Although I don't know which room the cupboard in the memory belongs to, I will definitely find the doll puppet along the way-at first, the players looked so stupidly until the cupboard moved.

Hyacinth, who was about to open the cabinet, froze. She stepped back in panic, avoiding the blood flowing from the pear flower cabinet.

This is the beginning. Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the pear flower cabinet shakes violently. With each shake, more blood is poured from the gap in the cabinet—like a monster with blood all over it. Inside, he slammed against the cabinet door.

boom! boom! boom! ...

Under the brute force of an unknown monster inside, the door bolt on the pear flower cabinet looked so fragile that it was almost impossible to lock the monster inside. In the gap in the center of the cabinet, two round **** with two black circles can be seen standing upright in the darkness.

The crowd looked at it for a while and realized that it was a pair of heavy pupils-the "things" in the pear flower cabinet tilted their necks at 90 degrees, and their eyes stared up and down at them outside the door, their pupils Side by side into a "∞" shape, cloudy and dead.

Those are the eyes of the dead.

Shan Ziwei's fingers were numb and his heart was like a cymbal drum. In front of them was no longer a simple cabinet door, but a gate of **** that cut off life and death. The group scrambled to retreat to the door of the guest room, lest the "things" in the pear flower cabinet break out the door in the next second. As the final host walked out of the guest room, the shaking of the pear flower cabinet gradually became smaller, and eventually suffocated.

"……What it is?"

"Maybe ..." Hyacinth said uncertainly, "Mrs. Wei?"

Shan Ziwei's eyes flashed before his neck was fractured by a heavy hammer, which is indeed very similar to the "thing" in the pear flower cabinet.

"It can't come out, we still have two cabinets." Qianweixue said, she may be trying to soothe everyone's emotions-don't worry about this, there are other cabinets-but Shan Wei can only hear a foreseeable ending Desolate.

Sure enough, the same was true of the second cabinet. As soon as someone opened the door, the "Mrs. Wei" in it would slammed a spot of blood, and peered at them through the gap.

The players became more silent and walked towards the third room. As she passed the middle of the second and third rooms, pearl milk tea stopped, she stared at the painting behind the vase, her nails were getting tight.

Shan Ziwei looked at Similu, who was beheaded by a headless man, and sighed. The **** the painting tilted her head under the axe. Her head was not completely separated, because there was still a piece of precarious skin. ——The frame of the picture is on this layer of skin that cannot be dropped. It is more thrilling than the complete separation of the body. The painter deeply grasps the human empathy. The more people feel uncomfortable, the more he comes.

Shan Ziwei turned his gaze and looked deep into the corridor. Rather than these paintings depicting death, he cared more about the ink painting at the end of the corridor, where all the light seemed to be consumed. Even standing in front of the third room, Shan Ziwei could barely see a frame outline, but the content was not clear.

During the stay of Shan Ziwei and Pearl Milk Tea, rose blood and hyacinths have touched the pear flower cabinet in the third room, and the blood on the ground illustrates the same result.

A group of people stood in the hallway, worrying about the same three guest rooms and the same pear flower cabinet.

"There must be a doll in one of the cabinets."

But the question is which cabinet is the doll?

Shan Ziwei took out the Peking Opera mask and looked back and forth with other people several times, but still could not find any clues.

Rose's blood rubbed her eyebrows. "This selective puzzle must have hints. It may have been missed by us. Look elsewhere."

This search took a full 2 ​​hours, during which the phone rang twice and was picked up by Rose Blood and Hyacinth respectively. With the passage of time, everyone became restless. They turned the Manda mansion from beginning to end, and even looked at the **** master bedroom and entertainment room without any clue.

There was a very appropriate word in the past to describe their current situation: checkpoint.

There is no Baidu search strategy here, there are no clearance tips given by the game production team, everything depends on themselves. Although no ghosts were encountered, one thing was more terrible than the ghosts, eating them little by little.

[Setting 5: You feel very tired and your energy is consumed very quickly. 】

[Setting 6: Your nerves are too tight, making your heart very fragile and sentimental. 】

At this time, they walked as if they were running, and they would consume MPs. Once they ran, they would consume 2 MPs, and the plum sp (grief) became very easy to drop. If they continue to do so, they will not have to clear the level, they will be directly consumed by the system settings.

Everything is dead.

"Are we mistaken ... should we start with 'touching the wall' and 'bixian'? ... but the study room and study can't be opened ... the key can't be found ..." , The long and fruitless search made her anxious, "Do you really have to try your luck to open the cabinet?"

The probability is 1/3. In case of not picking the doll, but releasing an unknown thing, the fun will be great.

"No, this type of decipherable chessboard cannot give you luck-free unsolved puzzles." Although Rose's blood was refuted, her tone of voice lost her previous toughness.

Shan Ziwei was looking at the two house layout plans, especially where they were torn away in the middle. He firmly believed that there must be something hidden here. Shan Ziwei aligned the two house layouts up and down, and the lower half of the second floor obviously had a long and narrow blank space.

Is there a secret room hidden at the bottom of the second floor and at the end of the corridor?

Suddenly a picture flashed through Shan Ziwei's mind, he was frightened by the picture, but was also very surprised.

"--do you still remember?"

Qiang Xue and others turned their heads to Shan Ziwei. The white-haired young man held the floor plan of the second floor and drew a circle at the bottom.

"Before entering Manda House, I was scared by the same 'thing' behind the curtains on the second floor."

"Well, I also looked at it, and only saw a row of windows ..." Rose Blood opened her eyes slightly, "The window!"

"Yes, from the outside, there is a whole row of windows on the south side of the second floor." Shan Wei pointed to the end of the corridor. "But we didn't see the window there, indicating that there must be a narrow window with a window hidden behind it. room."

"Check it out again." Rose Blood immediately made his way to the deep corridor.

A group of people came to the end of the corridor, and the pair of ink paintings that had made Shan Ziwei frightened away occupied the vision of everyone. In the ink and wash painting, there is still black rain everywhere, but the people who support the umbrella in the rain are gone. I don't know if that person is missing or because of acting with others, Shan Ziwei no longer felt how terrible ink painting was.

Players started groping nearby, trying to find the mechanism that opened the hidden room. Shan Ziwei avoided the ink painting and lay on the wall next to him, listening to the movement inside—this was just a pointless act of his whimsy, and he didn't expect to get any information. Just when Shan Ziwei was about to remove his ears, a light "dash" broke through the concrete and got into his eardrum.

Da, Da, Da ...

The list Wei Ning listened with amusement, and the continuous "click" sounded like a footstep, slow and full, but full. Shanzi Wei suddenly realized that this was not ordinary footsteps. Ordinary people would not walk so hard. Only when going up and down the stairs would they spend their energy on stepping like this.

This shows that there are stairs at the other end of the wall!

What is the use of stairs? For vertical transportation between floors. The list of Wei was about to explode. There were no connected stairs at the same location on the first floor, indicating that the stairs across the wall lead to higher floors-this way, the Manda ancient house is not the second floor at all, but the third floor!

On the third floor, isn't it more like the previous horror decryption game?

Wait, like ...

Wouldn't it be ...?

The explosion in Shan Ziwei's head was another wave that was not flat. He knew that the ancient Manda house on this chessboard had the shadow of the previous horror decryption game. The layout of the two was almost the same-yes, the same, He doesn't know which cabinet in this round of chessboard has a doll, but he knows which cabinet in the panic game!

is it possible? List Wei was in doubt. Decrypt this game with another game? If no one who has played that horror game is here, isn't this a dead end? This is a holographic online game. There is no "./load"* for players to try again and again, dead is really dead.

Shanwei Wei thought lay on the wall in chaos, not paying attention to the footsteps on the other side of the wall getting closer, and eventually stopped opposite him.

Shan Wei had a cold chest and his entire body was frozen. A pale hand protruded from the wall, and lightly rested on his chest.

Except for the overly pale color, that hand can even be said to be beautiful. The pinky and ring fingers are covered with purple gold inlaid nail covers, and the skin is smoother than the jade on the finger covers. Although beautiful, it is clearly a male hand. Shan Ziwei inappropriately remembered a piece of information that he had seen in the past: In the past, it was not only high-ranking women who kept long nails and finger cots, but also those young masters who showed pride and respect. Their male power and status.

"...!"

Shan Zi's voice was frozen, and he could only watch the hand move slowly on his chest, and his clothes seemed to be unhindered. It stands to reason that the hand can penetrate the wall and penetrate clothing, which is obviously a void spirit, but Shan Ziwei can feel the touch of sliding on the skin, especially it is not satisfied to touch the surface of the body and gradually insert. His body.

Shan Ziwei's soul was shaking, the feeling of being invaded was so clear, he was so frozen that he couldn't move, all breathing and moaning were in his body.

It's cold and hot--

The cold hands touched the fiery heart, and stimulated Shan Wei's eyes to turn red. He didn't know if it was because of nymphosis, or whether the heart was such a sensitive organ, and no one in the world was touched by a ghost like him, and then played with it.

Shan Zi Wei is going to be driven crazy, that hand is covering his heart, and he does not use any force, but just touches the undulating veins on the heart carefully—the fingers are hard, the fingers are soft, like different strokes Paint his entire heart meticulously.

It hurts and hurts ...

A sigh opened in his ears, and someone in the bottom seemed to ask gently:

Is it really painful?

Really ... uncomfortable?

The white-haired young man's eyes were even more devastated. He avoided repeating the pain and discomfort in his brain, finding the most suitable explanation for the whole body's shock.

There seemed to be nothing to do with Wei Zhiwei, the hand was finally untouched. It opened his five fingers and held his heart in vain, and the gorgeous finger-gloves shrouded the roots, letting the bright red, the most important Organ beating in its hands.

Now, Shan Wei is really upset.

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