This handprint seems to have been written in Crow's book.
It seems that the whole row of horror novels on the bookcase is like a gift package prepared by the crow for readers. You never know what kind of ghosts you will draw.
However, the Crow's book did not write about how to crack or escape these ghosts.
His book mainly describes how the characters exposed the weakness and ugliness of human nature under the teasing of ghosts, and died tragically in the futile struggle and mutual calculation.
It's like the teacher allows you to open the exam, but he loses if he finds the answer.
Teacher Crow treats his enthusiastic readers, but it is as cruel as winter.
Before Xiao Lan thought about whether to remind Long Shiren, the figure of this person suddenly disappeared in place.
There was no sign of attack, no sound, this person seemed to be erased from the picture by an invisible eraser.
As if he never existed.
Xiao Lan glanced at the book in her hand, but the grid on the cover did not increase.
I don't know if this person is not dead, but he has just been switched to another space again.
Or is it that Xiao Lan's previous guess was wrong, and the way to increase the grid is not actually the death of the player
Can't think of the result for the time being, Xiao Lan put away the book and continued to search for clues in Mingyue Hall.
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Mingyue Pavilion is still quiet like a silent and introverted gentleman of the Republic of China, except that everyone has disappeared, it is no different from before.
As usual, Xiao Lan checked the door.
Unsurprisingly, the door can no longer be opened this time. It has become a closed place just like any previous building used as a game scene.
Xiao Lan moved forward on the corridor, occasionally opening some doors to have a look.
But nothing special was encountered.
Suddenly, Xiao Lan stopped.
His eyes looked slightly backward, imperceptibly.
A footprint unknowingly appeared on the ground not far away, without a trace of sound.
Then there was another one.
The two footprints are not far apart, they look small, the size of a child.
It was like an invisible child was standing there barefoot, staring at him quietly.
Seeing that Xiao Lan didn't move, these two footprints paused for a while, and then moved slowly as if they were walking.
They approached Xiao Lan little by little, as if predators were staring at their target.
Unlike the black handprints that appeared on the back of Long Shiren, this pair of footprints are blood-red, which seems to be more aggressive.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Lan went straight away.
He didn't want to deal with this kind of guy who didn't know his body at all, he couldn't figure out where to attack, and he was dying of trouble.
Not even facing children.
Children who don't wear shoes are not cute at all.
However, with his movements, the blood-red footprints are getting faster and faster.
Those two footprints followed closely behind him, as if he would never give up.
But Xiao Lan's training for the past six months was not in vain.
Whenever the footprints approached him, he could always dodge in an instant, so that the blood footprints could not catch up.
His figure was erratic, changing directions quickly like a ghost in the corridor, and he had reached the other end of the corridor within a few breaths.
Just when he was about to leave this corridor.
Suddenly, many bloody footprints appeared out of thin air from directly in front of Xiao Lan.
These footprints rushed straight towards him, in an enveloping posture.
Xiao Lan turned to look behind her.
I don't know when there were many more footprints.
The dense footprints almost made the ground red, making the scalp numb.
There is more than one of these ghosts!
Now the roads before and after have been blocked, Xiao Lan seems to be swallowed in a deep red sea.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan jumped up, jumped onto the wall and kicked hard, directly using this strength to adjust her body movements.
Then, [Dalit's Bone] switched to the whip form.
Xiao Lan threw a whip and entangled the chandelier at the top of the corridor. The quality of the chandelier was very good, and he did not strike under such brutal treatment. With the forward inertia, Xiao Lan smoothly escaped from the encirclement of the footprints.
Thank you for the architectural quality of Mingyuekan.
Thank you Mr. Crow.
Xiao Lan landed steadily and stood outside this corridor.
He glanced back, the red footprints quickly chased them, but stopped at the exit of the corridor, they were piled on top of each other, seeming to be very anxious.
However, no footprint can step out of this corridor.
This is the restriction that the crow gives them. In his pen, no matter what you are, you must act according to the logic he set.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Lan stopped and smiled and waved to the footprints: "No need to send it, go back to do your homework, kids."
Footprints: "..."
Come in if you have the ability! Let you experience the anger of elementary school students!
—
Leaving the corridor, Xiao Lan moved on.
He felt that "Narutokikan" was heating up again.
He took the book out of his pocket, and it turned out to be the same as last time, with the cover pattern gleaming slightly.
This time new content also appeared in the book:
[The sad and helpless struggler falls asleep]
[In the soft waves of the years]
[He is with time]
Although the poem looks very literary, but from this content, it seems that someone has died again.
However, unlike before, after the content appeared this time, the grid on the cover did not immediately light up.
As if struggling, it flickered for a while before it gradually stopped.
In the end, the pattern on the cover still lights up again.
Now the 13 spaces have been lit up by two spaces.
"Will the player die?" Xiao Lan read the book and said softly.
At this time, Luo's contact came as if he had a clear heart with him.
[Sir, have you seen the new content in the book? 】
[Well, what did you find? 】
Xiao Lan understood that when Luo Hui came to contact him at this time, there must be new clues.
Sure enough, Luo's reply appeared quickly:
[I was just not far from the living room. After the contents of the book appeared, a corpse appeared in the clock in the living room]
[From the clothes, there is a high probability that he is a player who was pierced on the pendulum while hanging upside down]
"In the soft waves of years, he is with time" sounds beautiful, but the final result is very bloody.
This is in line with Crow's consistent style. He is keen on bloody beauty and expresses this vividly in his novels.
[I suspect that the spaces here will overlap, please be careful of those who suddenly appear] Luo added.
Xiao Lan thought of Long Shiren who had suddenly disappeared, and he and Luo briefly described it.
Then summarize:
[That said, it may really be that he has entered another space instead of dead]
So, at least one of the key elements that make the cover image brighten up is the death of the player.
This is really not good news.
The two exchanged briefly what's happening with each other.
This mode of communicating in words reminded Xiao Lan of the time they had just met.
At that time, he was just a confused newcomer, and Luo was just a shadow hiding in the envelope.
One dish is weak, but it makes people feel very nostalgic.
—
Suddenly, a room clearly different from the surroundings appeared in front of him.
Xiao Lan was certain that when he and Luo were wandering in the Mingyue Pavilion yesterday, they had never seen this door at all.
This is a door that appeared out of nowhere.
Among the rows of almost identical doors, only this door is red, and the red is even bright and dazzling.
But the most special thing is that the door is engraved with exactly the same pattern as that on the cover of "Narutokikan".
The meaning of attracting players is self-evident.
This is like announcing to Xiao Lan—
"Guest officer, come in and play~"
It's almost like a trap with food popping up in the middle of the main road.
However, players can't let go of such clues. If they want to clear the level, this kind of obvious abnormality will almost always need to go in and explore.
You really have to go in and play.
Xiao Lan took a deep breath and stretched out her hand to push the door open.
Almost at the same moment when the door was closed, Xiao Lan received a system prompt:
"You caught the crow's attention"
The prompt did not say what caused the attention.
But Xiao Lan guessed that it must be related to this room, maybe—
At this moment, the crow is holding the pen and staring at it somewhere.
Xiao Lan, who opened the door and entered, caught his attention.
Do you want to quit
No, I'm afraid it won't work. The crow has already noticed him, and running away might be counterproductive.
Coupled with this obviously problematic room, you have to come in and explore it no matter what, this is something you can't escape.
Xiao Lan's original alert has been raised to a new level.
He began to look at this room carefully:
Behind the door is a dazzling red.
From the ceiling, to the wall, to the ground, everything is occupied by bright red. Such a large amount of red looks extremely noisy and makes people feel impetuous.
As if to testify to his feelings, the book began to heat up again.
As the pattern lights up, the surrounding area clearly looks calm, but something seems to have quietly changed.
Xiao Lan felt that there was always a sense of danger lingering in her heart.
It seemed that the death god's sickle had been placed on his neck, and he was thinking about when to reap his life.
He looked at what appeared:
[The white bird flying on my heart has fallen]
[The thorns woven his dream]
[The Scarlet Kingdom is opening its doors]
And seeing the words "thorns" and "scarlet heaven", Xiao Lan's eyes changed, and the bad premonition in her heart became even stronger.
I'm afraid the person written in the book this time is him.
The pattern on the cover of the book flickered, as if waiting for his response.
Xiao Lan even had the urge to withdraw directly in an instant.
But he forced himself to calm down, and now he is in a death crisis, any impulse is fatal, and the danger that comes to the world can never be solved by running away.
Xiao Lan walked cautiously in the room, taking every step of the way carefully. He was wary of the risk of death, and by the way, he saw if he could find a clue.
There are a lot of thorns in the room.
Crown ornaments made of thorns, people entangled in thorns, birds struggling from thorns to exhaustion...
Each piece is exquisitely crafted, but with a hint of ominousness.
Most of these ornaments are black, which contrasts sharply with the bright red background. The two colors are facing each other, as if there is no room for other colors in this space.
Obviously no danger can be seen with the naked eye, but the sense of danger of the thorns on the back is getting stronger and stronger.
Even every step seemed to wander in the abyss of death.
Xiao Lan's gaze swept around, but his eyes were telling him that it was safe here.
It's as if these eyes were covered by something unknown, and the real threat could not be seen.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes directly.
After closing his eyes, the dazzling red disappeared.
The sense of crisis previously confused by the hustle and bustle of the vision became clear.
Xiao Lan keenly felt that there was a sense of crisis all around her.
But their distribution is not uniform, some are stronger, and some are weaker.
And the strongest sense of crisis is behind him now, leading to the door of the room.
If he had chosen to go directly to the door at that time, he would undoubtedly crash directly into the trap of death.
Xiao Lan adjusted the rhythm of her breathing, completely let go of her messy thoughts, and followed her own premonition of crisis.
This is the first time he has done this. It feels like moving forward is like betting on his life, but now his most powerful weapon is his crisis warning.
With the feeling, Xiao Lan moved forward step by step.
The road ahead is tortuous, surrounded by Sen Leng's sense of crisis.
He seemed to be walking through a maze.
After a few minutes, or even a century, Xiao Lan felt that the chill-like sense of crisis finally faded.
Taking a breath, Xiao Lan opened her eyes.
What appeared in his field of vision was still the previous room, but the difference was the ground.
The ground that was originally neat now appears to be mostly empty.
Except for the winding path that Xiao Lan walked over, the other places were dark pits, and the depth had obviously exceeded the height of the room.
He looked inside, and could vaguely see sharp black thorns of unknown material in the deep pit.
Those black thorns glowed with weird red light, and they didn't look like ordinary objects.
If he fell from such a height, he fell heavily on these spikes. Even the high-level players' physical fitness is difficult to survive. Maybe Xiao Lan will last longer than the average player, but that's just a painful suffering.
Xiao Lan gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead: "The thorns weaved his dream... This dream is terrible."
After jumping repeatedly on the edge of death, Xiao Lan can be regarded as deeply aware of the power of the advanced field.
The Crow didn't even take the shot himself, and he was plunged into a crisis of death.
This feeling of being a character written by others and being completely manipulated by life and death is really terrible.
At this time, the flashing of the book cover design stopped, and the design did not light up the third grid.
Xiao Lan opened the book and found that the original content related to herself had been crossed out, and it became:
[Shiratori re-spread its wings]
[Return to the embrace of freedom]
It seems that this death crisis has really passed.
Only then did Xiao Lan turn her attention to herself.
In front of him there was an exquisite retro table on which was placed a seal in a velvet box.
The seal is very delicate, engraved with complicated European patterns, and placed diagonally in the box.
Xiao Lan watched the seal, her eyes on the side with the design.
Then I found the same pattern on the cover of "Narutokikan".
Feeling no danger, he tried to pick up the seal.
As soon as the seal was touched, the cover of the book lit up again, this time it did not flicker, but directly lit up two bars.
Now the entire cover is lit up with four bars in total.
Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, this should be another way to clear the customs.
However... the level of danger is also high.
Perhaps for some players, the goal of killing the same player will be simpler.
The author has something to say:
"This feeling of being a character written by others and being completely manipulated by life and death is really terrible."
When I write here, I always feel that I will be beaten collectively by my character...
Perhaps only Uncle Zhang and Tie Hanhan would not beat me.
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