Cui Zuojing didn't take it to heart. Although he left his feelings to the clown for safekeeping, the fear and hysteria at the end of the dream still made his chest tight and breathless, the severed head, the miserable state of his companions, and the vague The unclear figure was firmly imprinted in his mind.
At the end, Cui Zuojing rubbed his eyes, lay back on the bed again, and said to the man, "Can I rest for a while?"
"Okay." Dong Zheng agreed.
Cui Zuojing rarely showed a bit of softness. He closed his eyes, kneaded between his eyebrows with two fingers, and let out a long sigh of relief.
Back then, Luo Wan became the dream controller at the end, and the dream just now should have been a reminder from her.
Remind him that he can't compete with the queen and rescue his companions by himself, and can only achieve his goal by relying on the help of others
And this other person, will it be Dong Zheng and his party
Cui Zuojing is not sure.
Dong Zheng glanced at Cui Zuojing, and continued to sit at the table to play with electronic equipment, when he suddenly heard an earth-shattering scream from downstairs.
The voice clearly belonged to Allen, and Dong Zheng frowned and got up to go out to see what was going on.
In the living room, Allen was lying on his back on the ground, covering his head, moaning constantly, while the mural previously hung on the wall fell off, and the frame was cracked with long marks. As the owner of the painting, Fu Zhe caressed his forehead beside him.
Dong Linhai held back his laughter and pulled Aaron up. Seeing that his forehead was just a little swollen, he said, "You're calling it too exaggerated. If you don't know, you might think what happened."
"How about it?"
Dong Zheng just took two steps down the stairs, and suddenly his feet slipped without warning—
Under the watchful eyes of the public, Dong Zheng slid down four or five steps in succession, and sat on the steps. Thanks to his left hand grabbing the handrail in time, he barely stabilized his figure.
Dong Zheng was stunned for a few seconds, and when he came back to his senses, there was already a layer of cold sweat on his back.
Linhai shouted: "It's okay!"
He waved his hand and tried to stand up, but his right ankle suffered a sharp pain.
Dong Zheng hissed and lifted his trousers, his ankles were already swollen to the naked eye.
The source of all disasters - Lin Hangzhi shrank to the side with a face full of horror, not daring to speak.
Who am I and what have I done why am I here
Under the influence of the blood pact, half of the injury was faithfully shared to Cui Zuojing, and the sudden pain caused Cui Zuojing to open his eyes suddenly.
The thought that he had just had was interrupted, and the young man gave an irritable "ah", got up, and limped out the door.
Unhappy written all over his face.
Dong Zheng was sitting on the stairs, and when he turned around and saw that Cui Zuojing was inconvenient, he remembered that his injury would be shared by him.
"Uncle, help him treat it, it hurts." Cui Zuojing sat down on the top floor, facing Lin Hangzhi's timid eyes like a little white rabbit in the living room, took a deep breath, and tried to put his anger back. Pull out a "kind" smile.
He was the one who asked Lin Hangzhi to do the test, and he was the one who made the guarantee. Now that the retribution fell on him, he had no position to blame anyone.
When Lin Hangzhi saw Cui Zuojing's smile, he couldn't help but be even more afraid. He smirked and took a step back, only to step on Dong Linhai's foot. A heavy kick.
Linhai: "Ow!"
Victor quickly jumped up the stairs, pressing his paws on Dong Zheng's ankle. After the white light passed, the redness and swelling subsided a lot with the naked eye. Victor's tail drooped down wearily, and shook his head: "This is the only way to do it now, and now the cat's body is very restrictive, and he can't even half of his abilities. play."
"It's hard work." Dong Zheng stood up with the armrest, went down to the living room, patted Lin Hang's shoulder, and said, "It's okay, since we have agreed to you as teammates, no matter what happens, we won't blame you."
Lin Hangzhi's bad luck lasted for nearly five days in total. Except for him, the rest of the team were all looking for suitable boxes outside these days, just to be able to stay away from the center of bad luck.
Everyone came out of the labyrinth of time. Dong Zhenglinhai obtained seventeen sticky notes with clues to other boxes, seven for Allen, and eight for Lin Hang, but only five of them could be used in Area XII.
After searching hard, everyone finally found three of them.
When they came back, Lin Hangzhi, whose face was full of decay, had been tortured and lost weight, and there was a large black green under his eyes that lacked rest, as if he had been drained of all energy.
"It's hard work." Allen patted him on the shoulder sincerely, Lin Hangzhi sighed and said, "I've been very unlucky since I was still alive. I'm almost used to it... By the way, have you found the box?"
Allen: "I found three. Let's have a meeting to decide which one to enter. These clues are written very obscurely, and I don't know if they can come in handy."
Dong Zheng sat at the table with a teacup in his hand, and said, "I should be able to go in tomorrow after it is confirmed. Is Hangzhi sure that the bad luck is completely over?"
Lin Hangzhi: "Well, I haven't had bad luck for three hours and four minutes. There should be nothing wrong."
Dong Linhai came over with a jewelry box, a gift box and a large, unremarkable white box and put them on the table. The jewelry box is only the size of a palm, and the gift box is tied with pink bows, painted with colorful stars and candies, like a child.
"These three correspond to [Northern Lights Gift], [Doll's House] and [Dream Gallery] respectively." Dong Zheng said, "The type of [Northern Lights Gift] is fairy tale/challenge, [Doll's House] horror/survival, [ Dream Gallery] Horror / Xenomorphism, they should be similar in terms of difficulty, do you have any comments?"
"It doesn't sound very good." Allen said.
Lin Hangzhi: "My words... I don't recommend choosing a challenge. I entered a challenge box when I was still in the novice area. At that time, I didn't know there would be such a classification. As a result, it was better to die than life."
Dong Zheng hasn't entered the challenge box yet, so he doesn't know the situation, so he asked, "Can you be more specific?"
Lin Hangzhi organized the language a little and said: "That type is probably, set a challenge task for you, you must complete it within the specified time to start the next story, otherwise you will be chased by the npc in the game or something, compared to The degree of freedom is not high, and the whole process must be controlled by the plot, which is also very difficult. The point is that many of the tasks it gives are insane, and you can't imagine the insane!"
Lin Hang's resentment was indescribable, and everyone wisely did not ask him what he had experienced in that box, but it was certain that it must be very painful.
"Okay, let's exclude this one first." Dong Zheng put the jewelry box aside, "In addition to the novice level, Linhai and I have only participated in the box three times, namely horror, fairy tale and random, and we don't understand many situations. , your experience with Alan is very important. Alan, do you have any other ideas?"
Alan, who was waiting for the final result with Yuzai Yuzai holding his face, unexpectedly said, "Huh?" "I don't care, you guys will be fine."
Lin Hangzhi also waved his hand: "I'm not sure about the rest. Since there are horror labels, it's almost the same which one you choose."
Dong Zheng asked Cui Zuojing who had been silent next to him again: "Do you have any comments?"
Cui Zuojing: "No, you decide for yourself. I won't interfere too much with you without affecting the general direction."
After going around a circle, the final decision still fell to Dong Zheng, he didn't ask any more, and said his thoughts: "My suggestion is to enter the [Doll's House], and Victor followed the little girl to get it before. Fragments of the story, you should have some understanding of the style and part of the plot of the box, and choosing this box should be better than [Dream Gallery], which only knows one sentence of clues.”
Victor, who just came out of the bathroom after picking up the cat litter, slapped his paws on the door frame. The cat's sensitive hearing allowed him to successfully catch the sound of Dong Zheng calling him. He leaned his head out and asked, "What?"
Cui Zuojing: "It's okay, there's a meeting, would you like to come over and listen to my uncle?"
No one raised any objections. Although Victor would not help out in the open, he knew the clues after all, and he would definitely reveal something behind the words and behaviors in the box.
It is a promise to help Cui Zuojing and the others by improving their strength, but before that, saving their lives is the most important thing.
"Then decided to enter the [Doll's House]." Dong Zheng placed the gift box in the middle and said, "Have a good rest tonight and adjust your state. After breakfast tomorrow, we will enter the box. The meeting will be dismissed."
After running around outside for several days, everyone was very tired. Lin Hangzhi, the only one who stayed in the castle all the time, was even more physically and mentally exhausted. After they went back to their rooms to rest, the huge castle was immediately deserted.
Fu Zhe walked out of the study, holding a black book of "God and Alchemy" in his hand. He stood in the corridor and looked down at the tea cups on the living room table, the chairs that were pulled away, and the teacups that were glued with tape and hung on the wall. The murals are full of traces of life.
Since being imprisoned in the castle, he has never been exposed to such a fresh breath.
Fu Zhe couldn't help showing a relieved smile. He leaned over and picked up Victor, who was pacing at his feet, walked to the kitchen, and said, "Okay, it seems that I should make dinner again today."
Early the next morning, after breakfast, everyone was ready to go. Fu Zhe's castle, as a very special existence, could not directly enter the box from it, so they returned to the house they applied for in District XII, where they interviewed Lin Hangzhi.
Making sure everyone was ready, Dong Zheng squatted down and tore off the ribbon of the bow.
The beautiful ribbon slid to the ground, the gift box automatically spread out towards all sides, and a dazzling white light erupted, engulfing everyone.
[…]
Tick, tick.
The wall clock chimed softly as time passed, the sound of marbles bouncing off the ground and rolling to one side came from the ceiling, the oxygen generator of the fish tank was grunting, and everything seemed to be quiet.
Dong Zheng opened his eyes.
He was lying on the sofa, the TV opposite was on, on mute, broadcasting an unknown variety show, with a fish tank at his feet, green water plants, and red fish.
Dong Zheng sat up, and a sentence appeared in his mind.
[It's seven o'clock in the evening, it's already past school time, the children upstairs have already arrived home for dinner, but your children haven't come back yet.]
[Call the head teacher, she doesn't know what's going on.]
[You decide to go to the school to find him.]
Then the task progress update in the upper right corner of the field of vision: reach the school.
The sound of marbles above his head no longer appeared. Except for the living room, all the other rooms in the house were closed. Dong Zheng was not in a hurry to go to school. Zheng wrapped his arms around the shoulders of a boy, who was about eleven or twelve years old. He couldn't see his face clearly. He thought it was his missing "child".
There is no figure of the hostess in all the photos, and there is no trace of a woman's life at home. The child's room is a bit messy, and there are two dinosaur puppets with claws and teeth on the bed.
Dong Zheng found a flashlight, determined that there were no necessary clues, no longer wasted time, and opened the door.
This is the style of an old-fashioned community. There are two households on the first floor. The doors of the two houses are facing each other. The central wall is equipped with a milk box and a switch for the corridor light on this floor. Green numbers are flashing on the meter box.
On the white powder wall, children drew many patterns with pencils, which were mixed with small advertisements. Dong Zheng walked downstairs, the sound of marbles falling to the ground sounded again from overhead, rolling dripping.
Dong Zheng firmly remembered the horror label of this box, and couldn't help but stop.
At this moment, with the sound of "clicking" the switch was pressed, the lights on this floor of the corridor suddenly went out behind Dong Zheng.