Under the threat of the slit female scissors, the writer ghost willingly let go of his hand and opened the distance from the computer. During the gap between leaving the scissors, his hand was still making cock crowing. Shaped, stretched up and down, as if she was constantly praising the beauty of the woman with a gaping mouth.
The huge giant scissors moved slightly, and the writer ghost pressed the side of the scissors with his right hand.
The Ripped Girl used a little force and tried impatiently to withdraw her weapon, ready to leave.
But before she left, she thought of what Sherlock had just said, and the tip of the scissors moved slightly—
The writer ghost clasped his hands together in horror, the index finger intersected, the thumb pressed against the thumb, and the woman with the piercing mouth made a heart.
Cracked Girl: "..."
With a click, she cut off the long nail of the writer ghost's middle finger.
The white debris fell on the carpet, and its middle fingernail was so sunken, mixed in the five fingers, which looked extremely incongruous.
The gaping girl didn't seem interested in making a cameo role as the manicurist who wrote the ghost, so she cut off one finger of her middle finger and disappeared into the room.
And while the writer ghost was stroking his middle finger back and forth with the other hand, Xiao Li took the laptop in front of him. The interface on the computer screen was the web version of the novel "His and Hers". The writer ghost was replying to the comment before.
He moved the mouse, clicked on the author's background, and entered the modification interface of this article, which was staying in the last chapter of the update just now.
But the strange thing is that the author ID in the background of the update page is blank, and I don't know if it is Sintian's own settings or some kind of hint.
Xiao Li clicked on the "Update New Chapter" page, and a dialog box for adding a new article popped up. He put his hands on the keyboard and didn't type.
Wang Huai was busy taking pictures of the self-pity writer ghost over there. Compared with this big shot who suddenly awakened his habit of photography, Ye Lingshi and the other three were more concerned about whether they could leave the house. Beside the table, looking at the scene, he asked tentatively, "Are you going to continue writing?"
Xiao Li: "Yes, if this is the world of novels, then writing with the original author's account is the easiest way to end it."
"Then why don't you start writing quickly?" Ye Ziye urged, and he gave an ending, "Just write the following, right? For example, the administrators successfully found a solution and left Xiao Wu's room."
"There must be a reasonable plot development, so that this ending will not be so abrupt..."
Xiao Li habitually tapped on the keyboard with his fingers, and then wrote immediately after the previous chapter: [After brushing those strange and distant comments, Kou Tian is also a little lonely after laughing.
An idea suddenly appeared in his heart. He didn't want others to continue to write his novel. It felt like his child was not only taken away by a stranger, but the child only recognized that stranger. He wanted to follow his own. The idea continues.
This idea was so strong that even if Kou Tianming knew that his writing was not as good as that of the unfamiliar continuation writer, he still chose to open the next chapter. He continued to write:
"This batch of administrators who replaced Xiao Wu entered this room, but they did not give up, they have been looking for a way to survive. In fact, the way to survive is very simple, that is—"
When Kou Tian wrote this, he got stuck again. After all, this Xiao Wu's story was not written by him, but from the unfamiliar continuation writer, so his already rigid thinking could not match the other's thinking at all.
Giving up the update now is the best choice, but Kou Tian has committed that stubbornness at this time. He must update. In the end, he forcibly finds a bullshit who is wrong, and he will even be sprayed for illogical reasons. :
"That is to break Xiao Wu's cycle, cut off the Mobius ring, exert influence on the author, and through the influence on me, they successfully left this room."
Kou Tian pressed Update and set the chapter to be published in five minutes.]
After Xiao Li finished writing, he also set the chapter he wrote to be released five minutes later.
He exited the background: "Wait and see."
Sun Jiaming slapped his head with a slap: "I'm going to be confused by this bunch of Kou Tian, Sin Tian, and Xiao Wu. I feel like I'm in Chinese and Chinese."
"What about this ghost writer?" Ye Lingshi straightened up and looked at the hand that had left the computer next to him.
The ghost writer clasped his hands together, and the thief waved at the reincarnator in front of him spiritually, making a gesture of salutation.
"boom-"
At this moment, the glass was filled with water by Xiao Wu, and the glass on the edge of the table suddenly fell to the ground, making a loud noise, the hot water splashed, and the glass slag scattered all over the floor.
Ye Lingshi's face, which was still good before, changed: "The invisible guest at Xiao Wu's family is still there?"
"Leave him alone, we'll wait five minutes." Ye Ziye waited wholeheartedly for the update of the novel, and soon, after they waited anxiously, five minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the new chapter was released.
Xiao Li immediately reached out to touch the computer, but this time the computer seemed to have crashed, it was stuck on the previous page, and no matter how much he tapped it, he couldn't move.
What's more, when he was about to give up calling Wang Huai, the computer crashed and the screen went black.
At the same time, the ghost writer who had been beside him also disappeared, just like Xiao Wu was silent at that time.
Seeing this, Ye Lingshi couldn't help but have an ominous premonition in his heart. He quickly lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and entered the novel page.
[NO1 netizens have updated sin day today, comment: three updates today? ! Is this still my sinful day of never adding more updates every day?]
The shocked face of the comments below.
Ye Lingshi purchased the content of that chapter, clicked in, browsed it quickly, and said solemnly, "The content has changed."
It is completely different from the chapter Xiao Li sent from the background on the computer. After sending it out, it seems to have changed, as if someone had rewritten it again. The update of this chapter from the mobile phone looks like this:
[Kou Tian looked at his novel in surprise. He found that the continuation writer had written the third update today. He lay on the bed with anticipation and read the third update expectantly:
The administrators who entered the house to replace Xiao Wu encountered a dilemma. They could feel the time gradually decreasing. Unlike Xiao Wu, they had more experience in dealing with the situation.
The leaders tried to figure out a way out of the cycle, and they were promising, but fell flat on the verge of success.
They were sitting in the living room, and an atmosphere of depression swept through them.
Just then, the doorbell rang suddenly.
A sound, a second sound, broke the silence.
One of the young men with eyes lifted his glasses and came to the door in a panic.
This is an old-fashioned house. There are no cat's eyes on the wooden door. He can't see the outside. He can only boldly ask outside: "Who is it?"
No one responded.
He communicated with the rest of the administrators for a while, and finally decided to open the wooden door with a small crack. From the crack of the door, there was nothing outside, only the iron door that was closed earlier, and the thick layer of dust at the door...
-wrong!
There is one thing that was not there before, and rows of footprints appeared on this layer of dust!
Someone was standing at the door, and "he" rang the doorbell, but he couldn't see the other person.
The young man with glasses was startled, he hurriedly closed the door with a "pop" and said something to his companions.
After closing the door, he was worried, and there was always an illusion that the room was being invaded, but thinking about it, it should be an illusion. He didn't open the door at all, and with such a small gap, the guests outside should not be able to enter.
However, these administrators could not see that a group of invisible guests had entered the room, and they were sitting or standing listening to them.
What they are even less likely to know is that these invisible guests are actually themselves.
In a dead silence, the invisible guests got up from the sofa, "they" accidentally knocked over the table, one of them fell hard on the glass slag, but it didn't matter, "they" were Ready to go to bed.
Administrators, please read my advice carefully, you must be careful, or when "they" wake up, they will become you.]
When Wang Huai saw the last sentence, he raised his eyebrows high: "Change the perspective."
The storyline of the continuation writer changed from third person to second person, which proves that the ghost who wrote the story is still hiding behind the scenes and has been watching in secret.
In the presence, the only young man wearing glasses was Ye Ziye. Seeing that he appeared in the update of the novel, he habitually raised his glasses: "There will be a doorbell next? If we don't open the door, they can still come in?"
Ye Lingshi: "I think it's useless, as long as the author updates another chapter and says that these guests will teleport, then they will appear directly in front of us—"
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud "ding dong!" from outside.
Ye Ziye stared at the wooden door hesitantly, as if his line of sight could penetrate it: "Am I going?"
Before he could finish his sentence, Xiao Li stood up, he opened the wooden door, the wooden door hit the wall, and the walls fell from the top of his head.
"Welcome." He lengthened his tone, and the ending rose, and the light sounded malicious.
Ye Ziye: "… "
There was no one at the door, only the footprints in the dust proved the arrival of these guests.
Xiao Li silently counted five times in his heart, then closed the door with a slap, and asked in a tone of false enthusiasm into the air, "Do you want tea?"
"Don't drink? Okay, you have to drink it yourself." He played a one-man show, and his acting skills were once very realistic.
Even Ye Lingshi couldn't help but ask, "...Did you really see it?"
"No." Xiao Li said, "but the guests are coming, it would be impolite not to entertain them like this."
He sat down on the sofa again, but it didn't take long, with the advancement of time and progress, a loud noise came from the living room to the master bedroom, and the entire table was knocked and dragged half a meter. There is also the sound of heavy objects hitting the floor!
Everything fits the plot of the novel.
An invisible guest fell.
Ye Lingshi looked at this picture, he jumped up, holding the spell in his hand, he did not use it without authorization, maintaining this posture, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and asked Xiao Li, "Would you like to prevent them from falling asleep?"
Or prevent these invisible selves from entering the room
The uninvited guests did not cry out in pain, so the reincarnations did not know their exact location.
Xiao Li bypassed the pile of glass slag and the overturned table on the ground, unscrewed the door of the master bedroom, walked in first, and pressed the switch of the light by the wall.
Compared with the second bedroom, the master bedroom has twice the space. The most conspicuous thing is the double bed in the center. He didn't see it clearly because of the lighting problem. Only now did he realize that the sheets and quilt were white.
Ordinary people's bed sheets and quilt covers always have some colors, not to mention the girly Sailor Moon bed sheets in the second bedroom, even the old lady will have corresponding old-fashioned florals, but the bed sheets of this master bedroom are all white.
Right in front of Xiao Li's eyes, the flat sheet that was originally flat gradually protruded outwards like a balloon, and a "herringbone"-shaped object was lying rigidly under the quilt.
There was no spectacular sight of five people lying in a row as Wang Huai said, this time there was only one person.
The other guests remained invisible, and only one chose to go to bed.
Ye Lingshi and Xiao Li approached the bed together, seeing that the human figures on the bed became more and more obvious, and the whole master bedroom became more and more gloomy and cold, as if...
mortuary.
They are standing in the morgue, the corpse in front of them is covered with a white cloth that symbolizes identity.
And under the white cloth, is one of them.
At the same time that Ye Lingshi thought of this, Xiao Li next to him stretched out his hand and lifted the white cloth without hesitation.
What appeared in front of everyone was Ye Ziye's face.
Under the white quilt, Ziye did not wear the iconic glasses. He closed his eyes tightly and looked peaceful. Even the pimples next to his nose were very restored. This is Ziye himself. Even if he stood together, no one was there. can be distinguished.
This person who looked exactly like Ye Ziye didn't breathe, didn't have a heartbeat, and was lying here cold.
"This is me...?! The next one to die is me?" Ye Ziye tried his best to control his emotions, he swallowed the whimper in his throat again, comforting himself, "It's okay, we still have time, we can leave."
Ye Lingshi came to him and hugged the junior of his own family comfortingly: "Calm down."
Ye Ziye nodded, he was a senior reincarnation after all, although he never thought that he would be folded into reality, but now he can only face it, he rubbed his nose: "Since we know it's me, what should we do? Think How to wake him up?"
Xiao Li walked to the other side of the bed, reached out and opened the wardrobe, then closed it again.
Sun Jiaming's face was also not good. He surrounded the people on the bed: "He is not asleep, he is dead. Can a dead corpse be called asleep when he is asleep? How to wake up a dead corpse?"
Ye Ziye tried his best to calm down at first, but now that he said that, he said with a trembling voice, "Then I'm not dead?"
"Also, I don't think we can do anything with this corpse," Wang Huai said, adding fuel to the fire, he reached out to measure its breathing, and then pulled the quilt over its head again, "After all, what we are doing to it now, It will be returned to you one by one tomorrow."
"As long as we're still alive, of course," he added.
"No solution?" Ye Ziye's hand clung tightly to the door frame to support himself from falling, "But, there must be a way—"
He was just about to say, "Dungeon will not arrange absolutely unsolvable tasks", but suddenly remembered that it is in reality, not in the dungeon task at all, what will happen in reality, everything may not be known.
On the one hand, the ghosts in reality are not as "experienced" as in the dungeon, and they have deep resentment, but on the other hand, there are no constraints here.
The young man's face turned pale, and the nasolabial folds on both sides of his cheeks drooped deeper.
In the room, except for their voices, there is no outside noise, not even a few birdsong and the natural sound of the air. This is an independent and closed environment, so quiet that people can almost hear their own. Tinnitus.
While they were discussing, Xiao Li rummaged through the closet and other places over there. He squatted down and was about to watch the work under the bed, when the phone that had been tucked into him suddenly vibrated.
In this position, he put his knees on the floor, first glanced at the bottom of the empty bed, then opened the screen, and found that it was a message from Shen Mizhi.
Shen Mizhi: [I'll pick you up.]
On this message, Shen Mizhi expressed dissatisfaction with the little black cat sleeping on Xiao Li's bed: [It often sleeps here like this?]
The reply to him was a message that Xiao Li sent him while waiting for a taxi, saying that he and the others would come to Shili Road to deal with the supernatural incident, so that Shen Mizhi would not find him and ran downstairs to blow the air. cold wind.
but…
Can I receive news from the outside world? There is absolutely no signal in the copy.
Xiao Li: [No, I will go back soon.]
He clicked send, put away his phone, and turned around to meet Wang Huai's face that was so close at hand, he almost missed it.
Xiao Li leaned back to avoid hitting Wang Huai's nose. His elbow hit the floor firmly, and he gasped in pain, "What are you doing?"
Wang Huai stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Let me see what you are doing, what are you guilty of, your reaction is so big, your boyfriend Cha Gang?"
Xiao Li: "...not a boyfriend."
Wang Huai was obviously willing to make a fool of himself, and he said with dedication, "Do you think I would believe it? If this matter spreads out again, it would be that you met me at night and accidentally got involved in this incident, while your boyfriend was outside. Silly waiting."
"You better not mention me, to avoid suspicion."
Xiao Li: "..."
After a brief silence, he tried to get the conversation back on track: "I'm looking for something."
"What?" Ye Ziye was the one who was the most anxious and the one who cared about the solution the most.
Xiao Li's eyes searched every inch of the master bedroom: "I don't know, maybe it's a computer, maybe a notebook, maybe a pen, but it must be related to the novel."
"What's the meaning?"
Xiao Li's hands kept moving. He opened the drawer and poured out all the bits and pieces in it. He found a few ballpoint pens, headbands, and sunscreen.
"I said it before, the point is not how to wake up the guest who looks like your corpse, but the novel."
"I divided this novel into three layers."
"The first layer is reality, the author Sintian's novel, and the update we have been seeing on our mobile phones, "His and Hers"."
"The second layer is a horror novel updated after the return of "His and Hers". The protagonist in it is Kou Tian. Kou Tian's house has received invisible guests. He wrote his inspiration into a novel, which attracted the continued writers. "
"We can boldly guess that the so-called continuation writer is actually the original author of Sintian."
"The third layer is the novel written by Kou Tian. The world written by the continuation writer, from the world view to the existence of Xiao Wu, is the bottom layer and the inner layer of the inner layer."
"If Xiao Wu can also write novels, maybe we will see the fourth and fifth floors, but fortunately, there are only three floors here."
"It's just that these three floors are all in the same place, that's this room. Sintian writes in this room, Kou Tian is also in this room, and Xiao Wu is even more so."
"But these floors are not fixed. It will fluctuate randomly over time. Just like when we first saw Xiao Wu and saw two of her corpses in the master bedroom, we were on the third floor." Xiao Li took it slow. Said, he finished turning over the master bedroom and went to the second bedroom, "and we found that Xiao Wu appeared in Sintian's update, when she suddenly disappeared, we entered the second floor, and there was nothing in the master bedroom. , while Kou Tian was replying to his comments in front of his laptop."
"As for why Kou Tian only has one pair of hands, that's up to the question of sin. Maybe to make up for the regret of his slow writing speed, Kou Tian has been set up as a tool for codewords." Xiao Li speculated without permission. " Closer to home, we travel through the three-story novel, but there must be something that follows us, and that is Sintian himself, or the props he used to write the text..."
When he said this, Ye Ziye immediately became excited, and he followed Xiao Li to rummage through boxes and cabinets.
Compared to Xiao Li, his actions were much more rude. The storage boxes placed in the second bedroom were taken apart and laid down on the sheets without leaving a trace.
It even includes the toilet, under the straw paper, flipping through the toilet book, and the kitchen, etc.
Tan Li even rolled up a stack of A4 paper with his hair and put it aside after seeing Xiao Li shaking his head.
No, no, no.
In just two hours, the old house was so big that five people rummaged through every inch of the floor and nearly lifted the mattress.
Among them, the most suspected laptop and an old-fashioned notebook were turned over and over again many times.
Ye Ziye said disheartenedly, "Could it be that we are heading in the wrong direction?"
He didn't attribute the mistake to Sherlock, but took it all together.
Xiao Li grabbed a handful of hair, he just sat cross-legged on the cold floor, turned on his phone, and when he refreshed the web page, he found that Sintian had updated another chapter five seconds ago!
[NO1 netizen comments: What the hell, it's four shifts, is this really the sinful day that is short and powerless and has broken shifts?]
[NO2 Netizen comments: Although this chapter is so short, there is only 1 coin.]
update content:
[It has been a long time, but the administrators are still looking for the so-called key props in the old house. They are looking for coordinates, but do the coordinates really exist
Or does that thing actually exist somewhere they'll never find it
They are wasting their time, because the day is nearer and the uninvited guest on the bed is about to wake up, and when he wakes up, one of them will fall asleep in his place.
-forever.]
Ye Ziye clenched his phone, and he was even more frantic in the process of looking for something.
A place you will never find.
Xiao Li didn't move, he repeated this sentence in his heart, and suddenly it was like lightning piercing the night, and he suddenly understood where the so-called coordinates were.
He waved at the others: "Take out the task book and mobile phone."
"What?" Sun Jiaming asked blankly.
"In the fusion of several layers of space, there is something like the zero point of the coordinate axis, which will not be shaken, and will almost never be found, ourselves."
"If the sin is on us..." Xiao Li didn't finish.
The others had already taken out their task books, cell phones and other things from their bodies. Xiao Li turned them one by one. In the end, he held down Sun Jiaming's task book and pulled out a stack of pale yellow papers from the constantly rolling pages. .
These papers are very similar to the papers that come with the task book, and they are even more indistinguishable after they are inserted. However, after being pulled out like this, handwriting automatically appears and is completely erased. It looks like a piece of paper. white paper.
That is, at the moment when the piece of paper was clipped out, the whole house underwent a subtle change, the air began to circulate, and there was also the sound of a car galloping on the overhead from outside the window.
A light blue halo came out of the paper in Xiao Li's hand, it was so inconspicuous, as if some kind of dazzling illusion, got into his pocket.
And this piece of paper also wanted to run away, but Xiao Li firmly held it in his palm: "You or?"
he asked the others.
"No no no." Ye Ziye shook his head quickly.
On the other hand, Ye Lingshi was a little moved, but a gentleman doesn't take people's favor, Sherlock solved this matter, he wouldn't go to get the spoils, and he also refused: "You can keep it, and let it go with your little yellow book. together."
Congrats to Sherlock's collection cabinet again 1.
He secretly said inwardly.
Xiao Li clamped it with the small yellow book. He faintly saw a line of words on the small yellow book. He didn't read it carefully, and just closed the page: "Let's go."
This old house is still the same as it was, except that everything is covered with dust, not only the door, but also the floor and sofa. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time, and the floor is full of footprints left by everyone.
This is what it looks like in reality.
Everyone pushed open the iron door, and the long-lost staircase reappeared, facing this family, like a passage to the world.
Xiao Li took advantage of the night to walk down to the fourth floor and was imprisoned in that small room for three full hours. At this moment, he reintegrated into the night, and his remaining drowsiness disappeared without a trace.
He hadn't figured out how to get back, and was struggling to decide whether to call a taxi again or simply hit Ye Lingshi for their ride, when he saw the familiar Maybach in the corner.
The young man in the car was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker, clearly wearing a cold breath, but the moment he saw him, his eyebrows softened slightly.
Xiao Li tilted his head and admired him for a while, the alienation between his eyebrows was diluted a lot: "I said you don't need to come here."
Shen Mizhi stared at him, and a shallow arc was drawn on his lips, "Well."
He chuckled in a low voice, with a sultry husky, "But I want to see you."
Xiao Li's eyes softened, he blinked, but did not speak.
Shen Mizhi took advantage of the situation and reached out to hold the opponent's hand, with a little stickiness that was not easily noticed: "Also, I don't like to give your affairs to others."