… The aggression and maliciousness of the ghosts are greatly enhanced.
When Jiang Fang applied medicine to Nan Zhou's arm, everyone who gathered behind them came to the above conclusion.
Nan Zhou's focus is not the same as the others: "Where did the medicine come from?"
After carefully disinfecting the wound, Jiang Fang pushed the medicine away as lightly as possible on his wound and explained, "Exchange points."
Nan Zhou watched his skilled movements: "… Ah."
No wonder he had less points than himself when he entered the dungeon.
"To speed up..."
Under the double pressure of the ghosts running away and the house compressing, Shen Jie's palms began to sweat uncontrollably, and she could barely hold her hands: "Yesterday, I was the first to encounter strange things. At that time, the ghosts were still a while away from me. Distance didn't mean to hurt me... but now it's starting to hurt people."
Nan Zhou: "The first one wasn't you."
Shen Jie: "?"
Jiang Fang blew lightly on his wound and translated: "What he means is that the first person to encounter strange things in the mission may be me."
He reminded everyone: "...In the middle of the night, the phone on my bedside abnormally turned on twice."
Shen Jie almost forgot about this trivial matter, but when Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou mentioned this, goosebumps slowly came out of her heart and quickly took over both arms.
If it was a ghost standing by the bed and staring at Jiang Fang who made the screen of the phone light up twice...
If Jiang Fang's encounter was regarded as his first encounter with a ghost, then he did not notice the intrusion of the ghost at all.
The second time, Shen Jie saw the ghost with her own eyes.
For the third time, it has already started to attack Nanzhou.
Indeed, such a gradual development makes sense.
Afraid of her heart palpitations, Shen Jie said to her teammates: "You must never act alone in the future!"
Nan Zhou wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them.
He pressed the tip of his tongue to his cheeks, stared at the bandage wrapped around his arm, and said, "...it's about time."
Only then did everyone realize that Chen Sufeng's homework assignment was nearing the end before they knew it.
- In addition to the unreasonably shrinking room and ghosts with unknown purposes, they are also facing a third crisis.
The acceleration of the flow of time made the handover of their tasks extremely urgent.
This mission is called "Xiao Ming's Daily Life".
What if the player does not complete the daily tasks within the specified time, or does not have time to do the daily tasks stipulated by the system
… no one dared to try this possibility.
Faced with these crises, Nan Zhou's choice was to go to work first.
He rolled down his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, slowly fiddling with pots and pans.
You know, he now has more troubles than others:
… What are you cooking today
Jiang Fang's voice came from behind, which timely solved his doubts: "Choose the dishes you don't like."
"Well..." Nan Zhou thought for a while and said seriously, "You are right."
So he was going to do something simple.
One stir-fried coriander, one fried ginger, one cold okra, and one zucchini stewed celery.
Three dishes and one soup.
Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou who threw a large handful of ginger slices into the pot without changing his face, and the corner of his mouth smirked.
He asked, "Did you have something unspoken?"
Nan Zhou: "… "
Jiang Fang: "In the living room just now, you seem to have something to say."
While looking at the fried ginger slices, Nan Zhou turned on the faucet to wash the coriander: "I may have read it wrong."
Jiang Fang: "Tell me about it."
Nan Zhou: "If I say it, they will definitely say I'm wrong."
Jiang Fang crossed his arms and asked with a smile, "Am I the same as them?"
Jiang Fang's expression was very relaxed when he said this, but his fingers were pinching the inside of his arm, forcing himself to keep a pleasant smile all the time.
He couldn't help being nervous about the answer that Nan Zhou might give.
Even if he starts all over again, at least he must be a little different from others in his heart.
After careful consideration, Nan Zhou came to the conclusion: "Well. It's not the same."
Jiang Fang Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and even the extent of his happiness was controlled just right.
He said in a disguised, perfectly confident tone: "So, can you tell me."
Nan Zhou poured the coriander into the pot, and while poking the spatula to cut the vegetables, he said, "The hand that wanted to pull me under the bed, I actually saw what it looked like. "
"... That's not a human hand." Nan Zhou's indifferent expression showed a hint of confusion, and he obviously couldn't figure out why it was like this, "It's a big fluffy one, like an animal's claws."
Having said that, Nan Zhou shut up.
He actually wanted to go into more detail.
He felt like wolf paws.
But even someone like Nan Zhou, who is extraordinarily insensitive to common sense in life, can realize that this discovery has a sense of humor.
If Jiang Fang laughed at him, it would be a matter of course.
Jiang Fang just gave a soft "um": "No wonder.--gt;gt;
"
"I'll just say, if it's a human hand to grab you, why is the stab wound on your arm more serious than the scratch."
Nan Zhou has never liked to keep words in his heart, but now that he has released it, he is happy to be understood by others: "Thank you."
However, after thanks, the real problem was not solved.
Nan Zhou wanted to try to open his mind.
Nan Zhou said, "I asked them yesterday why a woman appeared behind Shen Jie."
Jiang Fang said, "Well, I heard it."
Nan Zhou said, "I can't figure this out."
Jiang Fang thought of his fleeting inspiration that he could not grasp in time, so he continued to ask: "In this family, there is evidence to prove that the only person who died is Xiao Ming's sister, why do you think the appearance of female ghosts is a bad thing. Reasonable thing?"
Nan Zhou: "But what the ghost does is very unreasonable in itself."
Jiang Fang: "Why?"
"Because Shen Jie didn't do anything." Nan Zhou said, "She didn't find any clues from beginning to end. The ghost has no reason to target her."
"No." Jiang Fang tried to sort out the chain of thinking by retorting, "Everyone who encounters ghosts has problems in the process of doing 'Xiao Ming's daily' tasks."
Nan Zhou followed his thoughts and took stock with him: "Yesterday, when you were doing the 'sleep' task, the phone flashed."
Jiang Fang said: "Something should have come to my bedside and triggered the face unlock function."
Nan Zhou: "It was just yesterday. When Shen Jie was doing the 'shampoo' task, she saw a pair of feet."
Jiang Fang added: "Today. If you didn't pick up the rubber for Chen Sufeng who was doing his homework, he might have been pulled under the bed."
"So..." Jiang Fang tried to overturn Nan Zhou's conjecture, "Miss Shen may just be unlucky. At least from the current point of view, the targets of intimidation chosen by ghosts are all players who are doing 'Xiao Ming's daily' tasks."
Nan Zhou Ningmei looked at the coriander that was soaked in sesame oil in the pot and looked dead, and after thinking for a long time: "It's still not right."
"What's wrong?"
Nan Zhou: "If you say it, the ghosts in this dungeon are not designed well."
Jiang Fang couldn't help but be stunned by such acts of blatantly insulting and humiliating ghosts in broad daylight.
Nan Zhou stabbed and poured the boiling oil-sautéed coriander into the plate with a dashing and neat movement.
"First of all, the ghost in the copy does not have a fixed image at all."
"Make a mark in the order of appearance. What you meet is called a ghost - Li Yinhang's mobile phone has been shooting, but no specific images have been captured, that is to say, it probably does not have a specific image and sex."
"Ghost ②, the ghost in the bathroom, has a pair of feet, which are visible and visible."
"Ghost ③, the ghost I encountered, turned out to be a wolf claw."
After counting them carefully, Nan Zhou said, "Look, the types of ghosts are always changing, and they never stop."
After listening to Nan Zhou's analysis, the knot in Jiang Fang's heart was resolved.
…That's right, that's the tiniest bit of misunderstanding he didn't catch last night.
Nan Zhou's words were not finished yet.
"Well... Also, the actions of the ghost in the apartment are illogical and completely random."
"Even if the ghost wants to complete the scary KPIs every day, after the first day's observation, it should be clear that it will be more valuable to target me and you, or lawyer Yu, why it is necessary to target Shen Jie and Chen Sufeng who have no actual contribution."
Speaking of this, Nan Zhou's expression was very calm, and he fully recognized the value of his being killed by ghosts.
"But it's already the second day. If I'm not in the children's room today, only Chen Sufeng will be dragged to the bottom of the bed, because it is Chen Sufeng's task to do homework." Nan Zhou said solemnly, "After all, ghosts can't expect I will pick up an eraser for Chen Sufeng."
Nan Zhou asked Jiang Fang, "If you were a smart ghost, would you choose to harm Chen Sufeng in his mission or come to harm me in my cooking mission?"
With a cold face, Nan Zhou said "KPI" and "If you are a smart ghost", Jiang Fang spent a lot of effort to hold back his laughter.
Nan Zhou looked at the corners of his slightly trembling mouth, a little confused.
… is there something wrong with what I said
The kitchen is actually not soundproof.
The conversation between Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang could be heard clearly by the people in the living room.
Shen Jie and Chen Sufeng, who were clearly pointed out that they had no actual contribution: "..."
Yu Tuisi stroked his chin and listened carefully.
Nan Zhou's reasoning and thinking angle is very strange and very fresh.
His mode of thinking is from the point of view of copy design.
According to what Nan Zhou said, the behavior of the ghost so far does not have a perfect inner logic support.
And what they need to do is try to get around this logic.
Nan Zhou in the kitchen continued: "Because the ghost that appeared next to you for the first time was not recorded, I asked them yesterday why the one who appeared behind Shen Jie was someone who could easily distinguish the characteristics. woman."
Jiang Fang stared at him: "Have you thought about why the ghost would do this?"
"No, I'm still thinking about it." Nan Zhou began to ruthlessly dismember the zucchini with a kitchen knife. "In short, this design is very bad, and the clues are too messy. Moreover, ghosts can't give people a bright memory point, very not good."
People outside: "..."
God fucking "gives a bright memory point". :,