After calculating, Lao Yu still accepted his fate and shared a dormitory with Xia Wei.
He had no choice anyway.
"Xiao 0, how many books have you ever read? Telling the truth gives me a good idea." Obviously, Xia Wei raised his hand just now to bluff people, just to share a room with Ye Chang.
Xia Wei pouted: "Only one, Candleman Festival is the second."
Lao Yu: "Oh?"
Xia Wei saw that he didn't believe it, and said aggrieved: "If you don't believe it, you can ask Gu Xiao. We are classmates with him, and we have a nightmare together."
Gu Xiao is the inch-headed boy with a blue skull tattoo on his neck.
Lao Yu tutted: "It's okay to be a roommate, but let's talk about it first, I'm steely and straight, and I don't like boys acting like spoiled children."
Xia Wei smiled and shrugged: "Being gay is really one of the three major misconceptions in life for straight men, I don't eat uncle type, don't worry."
Lao Yu smiled and secretly glanced at Ye Chang next to Chi Nan, thinking, indeed, there is a big gap between him and him.
"So, except for the mother and daughter, and the boy, this dungeon is an old sleepwalker who has passed at least one book." Lao Yu sighed, this is not a good thing to be happy about.
The more old sleepwalkers gathered, the more difficult the dungeon will be.
The little girl raised her face: "Uncle, I'm not a newcomer, only my mother is."
Everyone was stunned. In retrospect, only the young mother raised her hand, but everyone subconsciously felt that she represented the mother and daughter.
Lao Yu gave a wow and gave the little girl a thumbs up: "Amazing."
The little girl smiled generously: "Thank you for the compliment, you can call me Ruirui."
In the end, Lao Yu and Xia Wei live in 103, mother and daughter live in 105, Gu Xiao and another long-haired boy live in 107, two girls who don't talk but smoke live in 109, Chi Nan and Ye Chang continue to be roommates , lives at 101.
After the room was allocated, the female worker reminded again in a nonchalant voice: "Once a roommate is selected, it must not be replaced without authorization for any reason, otherwise the consequences will be at your own risk."
"Volunteers work from 9:00 am to 4:00 pm every day. Breakfast will be served after 7:00 am. Everyone can rest after checking in tonight."
"Remember, there will be a roll call every morning at nine o'clock, don't, don't be late." She finally told everyone seriously.
It was already past three in the morning, and we had to gather at nine the next day. After the female workers left, the sleepwalkers scattered back to their rooms to rest.
Maintaining enough energy in the nightmare copy is very important to maintain the stability of mental value.
The dormitory is a long row of white-painted bungalows. Doors that are also painted white face the yard. The frigid tones are more like the inpatient department of a mental hospital than the staff dormitory.
Five of the ten rooms are locked, and the dormitories for volunteers are just staggered.
There is also a stone wall raised between the rooms, as if it was deliberately used to block something.
The strangest thing about the dormitory building is the design of the windows. There are two windows in each room, one on the left and one on the right close to the eaves.
Before entering the room, it makes people feel uncomfortable being stared at.
After entering the room, Chi Nan found that there were no curtains on the window, and the light from the yard fell on the two beds on the left and right of the room without reservation.
It feels as if they are actors on stage, the spotlight is on, and the minutiae of their lives will be exposed to the audience.
Chi Nan took off his shoes and stood at the end of the bed, standing on tiptoe to look at the windowsill.
The out-of-reach windowsills were found to be almost spotless and seemed to be regularly cleaned and used.
There was a candlestick extending out from the edge of the window, and there was still a lot of residual wax on the candlestick, which should have been used not long ago.
Chi Nan plucked out a small piece of wax with his fingernails. The wax was a strange amber color, and the wax was also mixed with strands of bright red, just like silk agate.
Chi Nan pinched it with his fingers, but the touch was no different from ordinary wax, but the wax left on the skin didn't feel good. Chi Nan put the residual wax back in its original place and went to the bathroom to wash his hands thoroughly.
"Brother Nan, do you want some pudding?" Ye Chang's huge backpack can always hold a lot of surprising goodies.
Chi Nan is now a little reckless in front of Ye Chang: "Eat."
Saying that, he couldn't wait to open the pudding package, and poured the smooth and sweet pudding into his mouth one spoonful after another, and he was too lazy to wipe the tears rolling down.
Ye Chang smiled and opened a bottle of room temperature beer, admiring Chi Nan's tears and drinking.
"Don't you like that type of boy just now?" Chi Nan raised his wet face and asked suddenly after eating most of the pudding.
"Huh?" Ye Chang paused when he was drinking, "Which type?"
Chi Nan thought about it for a while. He had a hard time remembering the names of strangers, and he was not good at describing people's looks, so he pointed to his ears: "a lot of ear studs."
Ye Chang smiled and shook his head: "Those who don't like ear studs, like those who wear beauty contact lenses."
Chi Nan: "..." He blinked accidentally, and the tears rolled down again.
"Just kidding." Ye Chang seemed a little smug and took another sip of wine.
After eating the pudding, Chi Nan went to the bathroom to wash off the tears on his face, and he seemed to hear someone's footsteps approaching amid the rushing water.
And he recognized that it was Ye Chang's voice.
"Please help me get a face towel, thank you."
Chi Nan closed his eyes and stretched out his hand in the direction of the footsteps, but after waiting for a while, Ye Chang didn't wait for Ye Chang to hand over the towel.
Chi Nan's heart froze slightly, he turned off the rattling faucet, and the bathroom immediately became very quiet, there was nothing but the sound of his breathing.
He was still for three seconds before wiping the water droplets off his face with his hands and opening his eyes.
The sink was facing a mirror, and through the mirror, there was no one behind him.
The sound of footsteps just now...
Chi Nan turned his head and saw a dark shadow on the ground. It was the light from the living room that slanted over and cast Ye Chang's shadow on the bathroom.
He stared at the shadow for half a second, picked up the face towel hanging on the other side, and walked out of the bathroom while wiping.
At this moment, Ye Changzheng was wearing earplugs, leaning over the desk and burying his head in his exercise book.
From his point of view, the shadow can indeed just pass through the bathroom door and reflect on the white tiles behind the sink.
"What's wrong?" Ye Chang noticed Chi Nan's gaze, took off his headphones, and raised his eyes a little tired from studying.
Chi Nan continued to wipe his face: "It's okay, I thought you came to the bathroom just now."
Ye Chang frowned: "No, I've been doing my homework."
Chi Nan nodded: "Maybe it's windy."
He subconsciously glanced at Ye Chang's shadow again, feeling that he might be suspicious, so he retracted his gaze and rolled into bed to sleep.
"Brother Nan, it's so bright outside, it will affect your sleep..."
Ye Chang didn't finish a word, turned his head and found that Chi Nan was breathing evenly while lying on the pillow.
He was stunned for a moment, then took off his glasses with a smile, and glanced coldly at the shadow behind him.
In just an instant, Ye Chang, who took off his glasses, frowned in trouble.
The ease on his face disappeared.
On the first night, nothing seemed to happen. When Lao Yu saw ten sleepwalkers in the cafeteria all coming to fetch breakfast, he was secretly relieved.
After all, in many nightmare books, the first night is the most dangerous time to test the rules of death.
"Did something go wrong last night?"
Everyone gathered around the cafeteria to have breakfast, and they were old enough to collect clues.
Everyone, look at me, I look at you, it seems that there was nothing special last night except for a little lack of sleep due to the influence of light.
"There were voices in our room, about half past four." The little girl named Ruirui said calmly, holding the steamed bun in her hand.
The young mother sitting next to her was so frightened that her face instantly turned blue: "Ah... why didn't you tell me last night?"
Ruirui shrugged: "I'm afraid you will be scared and affect your sobriety."
"Can you tell where the sound is coming from?" Lao Yu continued to ask.
Ruirui nodded: "under the bed."
After a pause, she said, "under mother's bed."
After speaking, he glanced at his mother very scruples and comforted, "Don't be afraid, Mom, I'm with you."
This time, her mother was so scared that she put down her chopsticks and lost her appetite.
Chi Nan asked, "Can you hear what you said?"
Ruirui shook her head: "I can't hear clearly, the ramble is very fast, and I seem to laugh occasionally."
The young mother smiled stiffly with a gray face: "Maybe I was talking in my sleep at night, and the child heard it wrong."
She didn't believe her words, she just pretended to comfort herself.
Ruirui did not pick up.
There is no need for useless 'tenderness' in the nightmare world, Lao Yu corrected and said: "It may be an important clue, don't ignore it."
Afterwards, Chi Nan also talked about the sound of footsteps being heard while washing his face. Although there was no horrific casualty incident last night, everyone felt a little nervous all of a sudden.
After breakfast, everyone was led by the female worker to the candle making workshop.
A female worker with neat hair tied up high, with weird ginger powder on her face and slightly sunken eyes appeared in the center of the workshop.
"We welcome all volunteers to come from afar. The smooth holding of the Candleman Festival will be inseparable from your hard work and dedication. Your presence is an honor for our residents of Candleman Town."
"There are still five days until the Candleman Festival. During this period, I will lead you to cooperate with the female workers of the candle factory in the production of Candleman and other preparations for the Candleman Festival. Thank you all volunteers."
"The working hours of our volunteers are from 9:00 am to 4:00 pm. Calls are made on time every day at 9:00 am. I don't like volunteers who are late, so please don't be late, let alone be absent. After 4:00 pm, you can Visit various attractions in Candleman Town.”
The female foreman showed a creepy and stiff smile that all sleepwalkers are familiar with, "Of course, the volunteers who have completed the production of Candleman as required every day will be rated as "Excellent Volunteer" and will receive a special award for Candleman. honors and awards. "
Having said that, the female worker's sharp gaze swept to the people present, seemingly satisfied with the brilliance that suddenly lit up in their eyes.
Experienced sleepwalkers understood the meaning of this sentence at once, and the production of Candleman is probably one of the important plot points in this nightmare book.
"But I also need to remind you of one thing," the female foreman put away her smile and glanced at everyone with a hint of warning, "Before the Candleman Festival is successfully held, all volunteers must stay in the town, and no leave."
"What if we went out on purpose, or accidentally? What would happen?"
The short-haired girl in a men's shirt who only smoked and did not speak, suddenly asked.
The foreman's face smeared with turmeric powder seemed to wiggle, and her voice became hoarse and cold: "We hate volunteers who don't keep their promises, so..."
She cracked her smile again, "Before Candlemas, there is no exit for volunteers to leave the town."
Hearing the words, everyone suddenly silenced, and unknowingly cold sweat climbed up their backs.
"If there is no doubt, we can start today's candle making."
The female foreman distributed white wax blocks, tools for carving molds, and a mirror to the volunteers. Chi Nan also specifically confirmed that these were just ordinary wax blocks, which were different from the residual wax he saw on the windowsill last night.
And what does this mirror mean
"Question, can we use the carving mold at will?" Ruirui raised her hand to the female foreman.
The female foreman raised the mirror in her hand: "I hope all volunteers will use their faces as prototypes to carve their own candle figures."
Saying that, she looked at herself in the mirror image, and showed a weird smile.
Everyone fell into a terrifying silence, and they carved their faces into the mold in front of the mirror, and then made them into white candle figures. It doesn't sound right...
Chi Nan was also silent. His silence was different from others. The task assigned by the female foreman reminded him of the fear of being dominated by handicraft classes. He was once blind and hated handicraft.
"Today's Candleman production will be done in groups, and the groupings will be based on your dormitory assignments yesterday. People in the same dormitory will form a group," the female foreman added, explaining the rules.
The long-haired boy who had been silent for a while suddenly raised his hand: "Well, what are the specific criteria for judging "excellent volunteers"? "
He is a pure newcomer, and he looks eager to try, which surprises the sleepwalkers who are concerned.
The female foreman pointed to his eyes: "The more similar the candles made to your face are, the higher the score we give. Because it is based on groups, the average score is used in the end."
"The reward for the excellent volunteer group will be very generous, and it will definitely satisfy everyone," the female foreman also emphasized. "On the other hand, if the volunteers in that group are not active, they will be punished accordingly."
Her encouragement and intimidation were obviously effective, and as soon as the words fell, everyone was thinking about it, and there was an uproar.
Everyone takes it for granted that the punishment is a kind of deduction or triggering the death rule.
No wonder the female worker who brought them in last night said roommates were important... Could it not be? If you choose well, you will have thick thighs.
Xia Wei, who was sitting next to Lao Yu, said, "That boy seems to have learned to paint. He has a natural aesthetic foundation and painting skills, which is one step higher than us."
As he spoke, he mumbled again, "If I had known that I was in a group with him, I would still be able to gain goodwill and die later."
Lao Yu: "...Who knows whether the reward is a surprise or a shock?"
Ruirui raised her hand again: "I still have a question. To make a candle, you need a wick, right? But there is no material in our hands now."
The female foreman smiled slightly towards the little girl and said, "The wick is a very important thing for a candle, just as a person cannot survive without a heart, the wick is the heart of the candle, such an important thing naturally has to be taken from everyone. Get it."
As she said that, she pointed to the back of her head: "Your hair will be the wick of your candle."
Lao Yu rolled his eyes: "Damn, this is too unlucky, shouldn't we turn us into these candles?"
Xia Wei: "Yes, there is no way, there will be punishment if you don't do it, do you hear? Take one step at a time and see one step at a time."
Chi Nan glanced at everyone present indifferently, and nodded to the conclusion: "No wonder, there is no bald head in this nightmare."
Ye Chang couldn't help but smile.
Smiling and smiling, his eyes moved to the mirror unconsciously, and the eyes of the two collided through the mirror.
"Otherwise, let's do it in exchange." Ye Chang suggested.