"Lin Jue, why are you here?"
Emile opened his mouth cautiously, and a few playing cards slipped silently from his sleeves and were quietly pinched between his fingers.
Lin Jue ignored him, his eyes swept across the three people, finally falling on Baili Xin.
A bird flew across the sky.
The cold aura around Lin Jue suddenly disappeared, and he yawned lazily, "Put the cards away, I'm grumpy when I wake up, don't mess with me."
He still has the same cool look as before, as if he is not bothered by anything.
Emil's hand holding the poker cards suddenly stiffened, his fingertips trembled, and the cards were immediately put into his sleeves.
"I'm sorry, I was acting in self-defense as well," Emil released the pressure.
Then, he thought about the fact that he would be sharing a room with Lin Jue for the next few days, and subconsciously asked, "Uh, why are you so grumpy when you wake up?"
This morning grumpiness made him think that Lin Jue was going to kill all the ghosts on this island and become the boss himself. Living with this lunatic? Wasn't that going to cost him his life
"What are you doing wandering around here? All the other players have returned, leaving you behind." Lin Juejing did not answer Emil's question, and his gaze fell on Baili Xin again.
This question was also asked to Baili Xin.
Baili Xin looked at the sharp-eyed young man in front of him suspiciously and answered truthfully: "I got lost and was blinded by a ghost."
When a ghost covers one's eyes, it means that the senses are not confused, but the confused person keeps turning around in the same place. The original exit is covered, making the person lost.
"But thanks to your coming, the ghost's blindness was immediately broken." Baili Xin raised his hand and pointed to a place not far away.
Xia Chi and Emil looked in the direction of Baili Xin's finger, and they could vaguely see several players walking through the gaps in the tree trunks.
It turned out that they were so close to the gathering area.
"Be careful next time." Lin Jue retracted his gaze, turned around gracefully, and moved towards where he came from, with no intention of waiting for the three people.
The three of them looked at each other and stopped hesitating. It was almost 12 noon.
Lin Jue didn't walk fast, but he was able to keep a decent distance from the other three. After walking for three or four minutes, the four of them came out of the apple orchard with its tangled branches and leaves.
The other players have already returned.
Baili Xin glanced around silently.
In the morning, he noticed that several players seemed to be in a good mood. These happy players formed a team.
Unlike other players who seemed a little cramped and nervous, these five people were very comfortable. When Baili Xin gathered them, they sat cross-legged on the ground in a circle, talking and laughing.
In contrast to them are the other two groups of players.
Most of the players in these two groups looked depressed, with balls in their eyes.
Lin Jue stood casually, his leather motorcycle suit reflecting the sunlight into dazzling white spots. He faced Baili Xin and the other two. The glaring sunlight just blocked in front of him, and Baili Xin could only see his thin chin and slightly thin lips under the sunlight.
For some reason, Lin Jue seemed to be paying too much attention to himself.
The expressions of the group of players who looked happy at the moment were very similar to those of Xia Chi when he just woke up. Baili Xin walked up to them and asked, "Did you all take medicine yesterday?"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and the five people looked up at Baili Xin, almost saying in unison, "How is it possible?"
Baili Xin remained silent, stood still, and looked at the few people.
One of them said, "We are all veteran players. We all know that we can't touch the medicine in the dungeon. How can we possibly take medicine if we don't know the ingredients?"
I didn’t take any medicine, but I’m still in such a good mood
Could it be that it has nothing to do with the medicine, but has something to do with dreams
Baili Xin asked again: "What kind of beautiful dream did you have last night?"
The few people didn't refute immediately. Instead, they looked at each other. One of them said hesitantly, "Come to think of it, I seemed to have had a very good dream last night, but I forgot what I dreamed about."
"Me too."
"I seem to be dreaming too."
“Yes, I did it, but I forgot the content.”
The common point for all of them being in such an unusually good mood seems to be that they all had a forgotten beautiful dream.
Someone from the other two groups shouted, "You guys are having sweet dreams. I had a nightmare last night and I felt exhausted when I woke up this morning."
Another depressed person seemed to have found his organization after hearing this and started to speak up, "Me too, I'm exhausted after working all night."
The other few people with numb expressions looked over there. Although they didn't say anything, it was obvious that they had also had some bad dreams.
At this time, Baili Xin turned to look at Emil, "What about you?"
Lin Jue went to the confinement room. On the surface, he looked fine, but there was some dejection in his eyes.
I haven't slept all night, so I'm catching up on some sleep here.
Xia Chi is in the same room with him, so he knows what's going on.
As for himself, he knows his own situation better.
So here, Emile, who behaved the most normally, became abnormal.
Emil's long golden hair was dazzling and warm in the sun, and he frowned slightly, "I don't remember, but it must have been a beautiful dream."
He paused, his eyes suddenly narrowed, "You just ask me, what about you?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Baili Xin's face.
Baili Xin paused for two seconds, her eyelashes covering her eyes, and her eyes swept across Lin Jue who was bathing in the sun: "I dreamed of... my brother."
Not only Emir, but even Xia Chi was shocked.
This was the first time he heard Baili Xin mention his family. Xia Chi: "Brother, it turns out you have a brother!"
"Ahem, not my biological brother." He paused.
I silently added in my heart: It’s my beloved brother.
Xia Chi: "So it was a beautiful dream?"
Baili Xin: "…It's a sweet dream."
Where no one could see, Lin Jue's hands behind his back trembled, and the corners of his mouth hidden in the sunlight widened a little.
Emil: "It seems that everyone has dreams when they sleep at night, and the polarization is serious."
"The Dream Group and the Nightmare Group. This should be caused by the dungeon. Whether it is harmful or not is still a question mark. But judging from the performance of the person who had the nightmare, it is probably not a good thing."
Baili Xin: "There is another phenomenon. Players who have good dreams forget what happened in their dreams. What about those who have nightmares? Do you still remember what happened in your dreams?"
Those players with ugly expressions looked at each other, with fear in their eyes.
"I, I still remember." A timid voice sounded.
Looking in the direction of the voice, everyone saw a young man in a plaid shirt raising his hand, "I seem to be... picking apples."
He looked up at the bright red apple above his head and suddenly shouted, "It looks a lot like this place!"
Emil: "What's so scary about picking apples?"
Unexpectedly, just as he asked this question, another player uttered a trembling voice, "You, you said you dreamed of picking apples?"
"To be honest, I had the same dream."
The boy in the plaid shirt and the player looked at each other and saw deep fear in each other's eyes.
Xia Chi was anxious. He wanted to ask, but when he thought that the other party was a 200+ player, he timidly pulled Baili Xin's sleeve.
Baili Xin's expression was a little subtle: "You two, didn't you dream of picking heads all night?"
Xia Chi's scalp exploded.
He looked at Baili Xin, who had a calm expression, with horror on his face.
What are you talking about?!
The head was taken off all night? What kind of shocking statement is this? !
But as soon as Baili Xin finished speaking, it was as if a switch was turned on for the two players. The next second, both of them hugged the apple tree trunk and started vomiting violently.
While vomiting, the man in the plaid shirt stretched out his hand and gave Baili Xin a thumbs up.
The other one spat and freed his mouth to speak, "Yes, that's it... Shit, I feel sick again! It's so fucking disgusting, disgusting and horrifying."
Everyone subconsciously looked up at the bright red apples above their heads: "..."
Ah, this, the tingling atmosphere is just right.
However, a person’s nightmare may just be a psychological effect, but what does it mean if two people have the same dream
The other players had ugly looks on their faces, full of resistance.
Obviously they were extremely reluctant to recall last night's horrific nightmare, but in order to confirm the information, they still checked it anyway.
"I dreamed of making soy milk, and I did it all night long."
"Fuck, I'm also making soy milk."
Xia Chi immediately had a bad association: "Soy milk... could it be... brain flower?"
"vomit!"
"vomit!"
Everyone: “…”
Well, I vomited two more.
"I dreamed of chopping wood... Ugh, I won't say more, you know what I'm talking about, I'm going to vomit first."
"I'll chop... grass too. I'll go vomit for a while, too."
"The woodcutter, add me in. Ugh!"
Xia Chi quietly tugged at Baili Xin's sleeve and whispered in Baili Xin's ear, "Chopping wood... are you chopping bones?"
Baili Xin: "Probably."
Xia Chi's face turned pale, and he expressed the last curiosity of a good student: "Why is chopping bones called chopping wood? Wouldn't chopping ribs be more appropriate?"
Everyone: “…”
Please ask the academics to get out of the infinite game circle!
Someone dared to ask, and someone actually dared to answer. Baili Xin thought about it seriously, "Bone armor is composed of phosphorus, oxygen, and carbon, so it can burn. In the feudal superstitious era, there were often "ghost fires" floating on the graves. This was the result of long-term oxidation of bones and spontaneous combustion of phosphorus."
"So theoretically, bones can be used as fuel. But... bones have a very high burning point. Even if they can be used as fuel, it is time-consuming and laborious. There are more practical fuels such as wood, carbon, natural gas, etc. No one would choose bones."
Everyone: “…”
What kind of creatures are these two weirdos who strayed into the high-end game? At this time, why are they still exploring technology
When the priest arrived, he saw nearly ten "good kids" hugging trees and vomiting happily.
The priest NPC froze in place, his face turning green.
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In the live broadcast room.
Awesome, worthy of being called the God Xin, it's another day of being arrogant. Although I'm only at level 72, I'm not afraid at all when facing the old players at level 200, and I'm doing a great job for us low-level players!
Is this how you use "being proud of one's talent"? Baili Xin is really working too hard. He has already climbed to the 72nd floor in just a few days. There were five or six days in between, and I don't think I saw any live broadcasts of him during this period. How did he get there
Is there some hidden dungeon? Or maybe in the MVP lottery, he got some item that adds performance points and sent him directly to the 72nd floor
Seeing them vomit, I want to vomit too. Family members, who of you watched the end last night? I only watched the beginning of this copy, and I felt sick all over.
I won't lie, I haven't finished watching it either, this instance is a bit scary. This is my first time watching a live broadcast of an S-level instance, I am so proud of myself, if it weren't for following Xin Shen's live broadcast, I would never enter such a live broadcast room.
Are you all here to follow this player Baili Xin? I'm just wondering why there are so many viewers in the S-level dungeon all of a sudden. Did you see the three words [Restricted] in the upper right corner? The presence of these words means there will be some uncomfortable scenes in the dungeon. If you can't accept it, don't watch it in the end. It will leave a psychological shadow and affect your own clearance.
No, no, no, I want to watch it. I am a bad player but I am addicted to it. I may not believe in this rubbish game, but I absolutely believe in God Xin. No matter how scary the game is, God Xin can definitely play it well.
Yes, yes, yes, Xin Shen is also my sedative. After watching his live broadcast, I am not so scared when I pass the dungeon.
But when will these players realize that what they do at night are not dreams
Oh, what a contradiction. I want them to find out quickly, but I also don't want them to find out.
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When the priest brought all the players back to the Red Apple House, half of them had turned into frost-bitten eggplants.
The expressions of the other half of the players were not much better either.
If you can have nightmares together, can it still be called a dream
Was it really a dream, or did they do something unconsciously at night after falling asleep that they subconsciously thought was a dream
Shit, are they really...
Remove the head, chop the bones, and mix up the brains
Countless thoughts emerged in their minds, and everyone's face was bruised.
Seeing the players' faces becoming increasingly ugly, the priest's face turned even greener: "Whoever dares to spit it out will be put in solitary confinement tonight!"
One of the players was almost choking when he heard this, and his throat made a gurgling sound.
Everyone: “…”
Can you please stop being disgusting here! It's already disgusting enough!
The dishes were still plentiful, but the players had no appetite at all.
They stared at the delicious dishes on the table, their stomachs churning.
Look at this apple, it's big and round.
What? An apple?!
vomit!
Look at this orange juice, yellow and transparent.
What? Juice
vomit!
It was a nice meal, but no one hardly touched their chopsticks.
There were only two people, and they didn't seem to be affected at all.
One is a handsome young man wearing a white knitted sweater, and the other is Lin Jue, the vice president of the Sand Sea Guild who looks very arrogant.
The two of them took turns taking a bite, and their chopsticks flew gracefully on the table.
How on earth could these two people eat this
Are they still human
The meal was hastily finished, and the priest wiped away the bruises on his face and looked at them with a smile.
After the meal, the priest took them to the third floor with a stiff body. "I was supposed to take you to listen to music this afternoon to cultivate your sentiments, but you are not in a good state today, children. The Red Apple House is the most peaceful residence in the world. As the chosen children, you are also the luckiest children. Neither I nor the guests want you to be hurt in any way."
The priest walked to one of the rooms, took out a board of pills, and walked up to the people who looked the most depressed.
The priest handed the pill to one of them and said in a gentle voice, but the content was unquestionable: "Drink this medicine, it will make you better. You are all my most precious children. Seeing you suffer, I feel a hundred times more pain than you do."
Can I take any medicine in the escape copy randomly
The player was very resistant. He supported his shaky body and waved his hands, saying no.
The smile on the priest's lips slowly froze, "Child, be obedient. I will count to three. If you don't eat, you will go to the confinement room."
Player: "..."
You have to choose between an unknown medicine and a confinement room full of ghosts and monsters. Which one would you choose
He is almost dying now. If he is locked up in the solitary confinement room for another night, he may not be able to make it to tomorrow, let alone pass it.
Just when the priest counted to 1, the player quickly picked up the medicine and swallowed it in one gulp.
The priest smiled and said, "Good boy, go and have a good sleep."
Next, the priest handed the pills one by one to several people with unhappy expressions.
When he walked in front of Baili Xin, Baili Xin smiled at him.
The priest avoided Baili Xin and continued to come to the next player.
Within a few minutes, everyone except Baili Xin and Lin Jue was fed the medicine.
Although the specific composition of this medicine is unknown, it should have a sedative effect and the effect is very strong.
As soon as they took the medicine, the players began to feel dizzy. They didn't even bother to go back to their rooms, so they just found a room nearby and lay down in it.
The beds were all the same anyway, and they had no extra luggage, so it made no difference to them which bed they had.
When Xia Chi and Emil finally lay in a room, only Baili Xin, Lin Jue and the smiling priest were left in the corridor.
Priest: "Only you two are perfect. They will sleep until tomorrow morning. According to the plan, you two will continue to listen to music in the afternoon. It is the performance of the most famous teacher Sam."
The priest took out a pocket watch from his pocket and said, "It's 1pm now. I'll call you at 3pm."
The priest led them to the only empty room and urged, "Okay, go in."
Baili Xin: "..."
This development is a bit subtle.
Baili Xin was still hesitating at the door, but Lin Jue walked in with his long legs. He chose the bed by the window and lay down on it diagonally.
Lin Jue is very tall, and the single bed is one size smaller under him.
Because he was wearing shoes, he didn't lie on it completely, but his calves and shoes were hanging in the air, and his arms were raised to rest on his head.
He lay lazily, his eyes meeting with Baili Xin who was standing at the door, with a certain oppression and noise in his eyes.
Baili Xin: "..."
Why do I feel like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth? My feet are too heavy.
"Go in quickly." The priest pushed Baili Xin from behind.
Baili Xin staggered slightly and took two steps forward. The priest seemed to have completed his final task. The moment Baili Xin entered, he immediately closed the door heavily.
When their eyes met, Baili Xin felt that in the other person's eyes, he was a bit like a lamb being targeted by a cheetah.
They come, the security.
Baili Xin simply didn't look at Lin Jue. He put his ear on the door frame and listened to the noise outside through the door.
"Do you want to go out and look for clues again?" Lin Jue's voice came from behind, and was very close to him.
Baili Xin turned around and found that Lin Jue had come behind him without him knowing.
The throat rolled uncontrollably.
His insight has always been very strong, and he could detect even the slightest movement. But just now, Lin Jue had already come behind him, but he didn't even notice it.
If Lin Jue hadn't spoken, he would have thought the other person was still in bed.
The priest's footsteps became increasingly distant, until they disappeared completely.
Lin Jue stared at him with an extremely aggressive gaze, and a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.
Baili Xin was only surprised for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
Although it was very subtle, he felt a familiar aura on Lin Jue.
In Lin Jue's glass-colored pupils, he could only see his own pure white figure, "Don't you want to go out?"
Lin Jue smiled, took two steps back and sat down beside the bed, "Then let's go out together later?"
Baili Xin: "Okay, where are you going?"
Lin Jue: "Do you want to go to the detention room again?"
Baili Xin: "Okay."
Looking at the beautiful young man standing in front of him, Lin Jue chuckled, his sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples as he smiled. He was like a sword blade that was always ready to be used, his whole body was covered with the cold light of swords and sabers.
The man's thin lips curled up and his eyes were sharp, making Baili Xin feel a chill in his back.
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Thirty minutes later, Baili Xin followed Lin Jue through the long corridor, around the old wooden stairs, and arrived at the underground first floor.
During this process, they did not see any NPCs.
The priests and nuns were all gone.
In such a big Red Apple family, it seemed that they were the only ones left.
Could it be that beyond what is visible to the naked eye, there are scenes that they are unaware of
The underground passage was very dark. It was a long corridor with small doors on both sides.
The door was rusty and had some blood stains on it, and it looked quite old.
The Red Apple House is far from being as glamorous and peaceful as it appears.
What are the identities and purposes of those guests
Why are they isolated on this island
Where did the priests and nuns who suddenly disappeared go
And where did the corpses piled up inside the wall come from
What is the identity of the ghost at night? She claims to be a mother. Is she related to the Red Apple House
There are still a few days left before the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons. What dangerous things will happen when the hundreds of demons come out
As time goes on, more and more doubts and problems are exposed to Baili Xin.
Each one is crucial. They are many issues, but they are so interconnected that they seem to be just one issue.
As long as we can find a small clue, we may be able to follow the clues and uncover the truth about the Red Apple House, and find a way to deal with the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.
A Hundred Demons Night Parade, that doesn't sound like a good phrase.
Just as Baili Xin was thinking, the man in front stopped.
Baili Xin paused and followed Lin Jue's gaze to look at the rusty little iron gate.
The originally green iron gate had turned red and orange, and the iron sheet on the surface of the gate had fallen off and was rusted beyond recognition.
The iron gate was locked, and the lock was obviously rusty.
Baili Xin: "Is this the detention room you stayed in yesterday?"
Lin Jue: “Yes.”
He walked to the detention room and weighed the lock between his fingers.
Then, Baili Xin saw him twist his hand lightly, and the lock broke.
He threw the lock away casually, and with a sharp creaky sound, the iron door was pushed open.
Baili Xin followed Lin Jue in.
The solitary confinement cell was very small, only about ten square meters. There was a very small bed placed against the wall, and on the bed was an old quilt with blood stains on it, but the blood stains had long turned black, indicating that it was quite old.
In front of the small iron bed is a small square table with mottled knife marks and some other words on it.
The light in the room was dim, and Baili Xin took out a flashlight from his backpack.
Turning to the lowest setting, the flashlight just shone on Lin Jue's back.
His eyes fell on Lin Jue's back, and Baili Xin paused slightly with his fingertips holding the flashlight.
Just at the moment when the light was shining, a dark shadow seemed to shake behind Lin Jue.
"What's wrong?" As if sensing Baili Xin's gaze, Lin Jue turned his head and stared at Baili Xin's eyes with his hawk-like eyes.
The flashlight turned in a different direction and landed on the table. "Nothing. I was just impressed by your handsomeness."
"Heh." A man chuckled in the cramped confinement room, "Really? You have a good eye."
Baili Xin: "..."
I'm just saying it casually, don't take it too seriously, just listen to it.
Shine the flashlight on the table, Baili Xin was finally able to see the marks on the table clearly.
I don't know how many people have stayed in this cold and narrow confinement room. There are many dull marks on the wooden table, and some of them are stained with black blood.
These marks were not made by a sharp blade, but more like being scraped by fingernails.
The original color of the table should be black, but now the black paint has been rubbed off by fingernails. Countless nail marks crisscross the table top, which shows how desperate and crazy the nail artist was when he was alive.
The flashlight slowly moved down from the table top to the table leg.
The legs of the table were also covered with these marks. Just as he was about to stand up to look around for clues, the flashlight beam was raised upwards and accidentally shone on the back of the table.
Words scratched with blood and fingernails immediately came into view.
Baili Xin's pupils shrank slightly.
-"help me!"
-"terrible."
— "Hell, this is hell!"
— "Devils! They're all devils!"
Without any warning, hideous words stained in blood flooded into Baili Xin's sight.
He knew these words.
But the text in this copy, including the huge apple outside the house, is unrecognizable.
What does this mean
Baili Xin's face was as gloomy as water. He slowly stood up, put his hand on the edge of the table, and turned the table over easily.
Those secretly hidden in the table
Baili Xin squatted down, shone the flashlight on the back of the table, and read the information on it carefully.
These are the cries of former players. No matter how uncomfortable it is for me, I have to feel the pain and wailing of these players back then.
If the dungeon is restarted every time, then these players should also be taken care of like them when they first enter the dungeon.
How did they end up in these confinement rooms step by step from the land of comfort
When the flashlight was shone on it, Baili Xin found that in those crazy shouting words
Unlike these words scratched out with fingernails, those small words were written with a pen.
Firstly, the time game was quite old, and thirdly, it was covered with thick knife marks, so Baili Xin could only recognize a small part of the text.
"… It's all an illusion… It's captive… It's… We have to listen… Don't believe it… Don't eat it… We are here to save you… Run away… Day 4…"
Almost all the key words in the message are covered.
They're all illusions. Does that mean the comfort in Red Apple Paradise is all an illusion
Baili Xin tried to identify it for a long time, but could only recognize those few words.
The only useful clue in this text should be the three words "the fourth day".
Day 4.
Will it be a turning point
So they need to be wary of what happens on the fourth day
Baili Xin was completely focused, placing all his attention on the table in front of him, and even forgot that Lin Jue was behind him.
In a place where Baili Xin couldn't see, Lin Jue looked at Baili Xin with a smile. His originally normal eyes were completely covered with black, turning completely black.
On the wall behind Lin Jue, a ferocious black shadow was reflected on the mottled wall. The black shadow was like a wild beast, with hollow eyes and sharp fangs and teeth.
The moment Baili Xin turned his head, all the black shadows were retracted and Lin Jue's eyes returned to normal.
"Come and take a look at this." Baili Xin turned back to look at Lin Jue, "Can you find any more clues?"
Lin Jue walked to Baili Xin in his riding boots, bent his left leg and half-crouched, and began to read carefully, "… It's all an illusion… It's captive… That's it… We have to listen… Don't believe it… Don't eat it… We are here to save you… Run… Day 4…"
His bony fingers fell on the words "The Fourth Day". "Pay attention on the fourth day."
Baili Xin: "I thought so too. What else did you see?"
Lin Jue: "This should be left by a previous player. The handwriting is too blurry. There are too many variables in the word-filling game. I don't want to make too many guesses. When the enemy comes, the general will stop him. When the water comes, the earth will cover it. We will know what the situation is after we take a look on the fourth day."
"It's all an illusion. I'm talking about the priests and the Red Apple House. It's definitely an illusion. Is there any need to say that? Do they really think there is a Garden of Eden in the dungeon? Even if there is, it must exist for a bigger conspiracy."
Baili Xin changed the subject: "What are you looking for here?"
Lin Jue: "Actually, in addition to the 3,000 points overnight mission, I also received another mission."
He stood up, his riding boots making a crisp sound on the concrete floor.
"There was a ghost NPC in this room last night. It was a little ghost. He asked me to help him find his mother."
Looking for mom
The hoarse and shrill warning call of her mother yesterday suddenly appeared in Baili Xin's mind.
"Then what?"
Lin Jue: "Then I answered it. I can't make any big noise at night, so I'll look for clues during the day. Lend me the flashlight."
Baili Xinjing did not immediately hand the flashlight to Lin Jue, but asked in return: "You are such a mature and experienced player, why don't you carry a lighting prop in your backpack?"
This doesn't make sense.
Lin Jue paused for a moment, then turned to look at Baili Xin: "Why, do you doubt me?"
Baili Xin: "Well, no, I just questioned it reasonably."
Lin Jue pulled out a small dagger from his sleeve. "If I really wanted to do something to you, or if I was a bad guy, you would have been dead seven or eight times. I really don't have any lighting props, and my backpack is full of prop cards. Are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Baili Xin remained silent. He just looked at Lin Jue deeply before handing the flashlight to him. "This is the only flashlight I have. Remember to return it to me after use. I'll pick it up."
Lin Jue laughed angrily.
The bony fingertips accidentally touched Baili Xin's fingers, and Baili Xin was immediately chilled by the other's overly cold body temperature.
Lin Jue picked up the flashlight and the light fell on the mottled wall covered with blood.
While lighting up, he explained, perhaps out of boredom, "The little ghost said that the clue to my mother is on the wall. Come over and help me find it."
Baili Xin came forward and searched the wall with the help of the flashlight, asking as he searched: "What is the clue?"
Lin Jue: "I don't know. That kid was bullied pretty badly. He was beaten away without saying a word."
Baili Xin fixed his eyes on the wall and asked, "What do those ghosts look like?"
The flashlight moved from top to bottom. Lin Jue spoke lightly, his tone was very casual, as if the topic he was talking about was not some scary ghost at all, but a bunch of cold dolls, "Some are missing arms, some have broken legs. The humanoids, for some reason, are trapped in the confinement room, and it seems that they can't get out, so they can only wander around in the confinement room."
Baili Xin: "Is it possible that they are victims who died in the confinement room? Died in the confinement room, so they can only wander around the confinement room?"
Lin Jue: “That’s possible.”
The flashlight stopped sliding, and Lin Jue looked at Baili Xin with his deep dark eyes: "Why, you ask this?"
Baili Xin was silent for two seconds: "I want to find some clues to see if I can help them get rid of it."
The lights suddenly paused, and waves flashed in Lin Jue's dark eyes. Where Baili Xin couldn't see, the black color quickly spread to the surroundings with the pupil as the center. In an instant, the entire pupil turned completely black.
The moment Baili Xin raised his head, the darkness immediately disappeared, and when Baili Xin looked over, there was still the sharp hawk-like gaze in his eyes.
Lin Jue sneered: "You can't even take care of yourself, and you still have time to care about other people's... ghosts? Don't be so confident."
Baili Xin just chuckled and pointed back at the mottled table.
Although his expression was still a faint and gentle smile, the young man's eyes were already filled with frost, and his voice was very cold: "I am a person who has never played by the rules. The more the system forbids me to do something, the more I will do it. The more this copy wants to imprison ghosts, the more I will rescue the ghosts!"
As the young man spoke, the light from the flashlight shone obliquely into his eyes. In the dim room, the young man's eyes were like the dazzling stars in the sky, shining brightly and instantly illuminating the thick darkness.
At that moment, Lin Jue stared at the young man blankly.