Zhou Yin's search for spheres has been extended to the upper floor of his own floor.
Because he couldn't figure out the exact size of the spherical object at the moment, so he could only use the most stupid method, not only searched carefully, but also had to pull the sheets out of every room and look under the bed. It's just that he is used to being pampered and pampered on weekdays. Now he just looked at a few rooms, and his heart was vaguely impatient, and his actions became a bit perfunctory.
Except for the black-haired boy he met before, Zhou Yin didn't see anyone else.
He walked out of the room again, looked around, and finally couldn't help asking his companions: "You said... What the hell is going on here?"
Zhou Yin originally wanted to leave the audience with a decisive image. After all, according to the survey, the audience now likes this type of male protagonist the most. Leaving such an impression will help his popularity rise, so he insisted on himself. conjecture is correct.
but…
Would there really be a show crew that would gather here without giving any other clues, looking for this sphere like a needle in a haystack
Zhou Yin couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart at this moment.
"It's so real here, I think it should look like a real prison." His companion walked ahead of him and looked around. They were the same players who debuted in the draft. Although their friendship was not that deep, they still had a good relationship with each other. Familiar, "Let's look for clues, and if there are no clues, take a break."
"Okay." Zhou Yin listened to his words, nodded, and responded.
The room they entered this time was obviously different. He had just opened the door, and before he walked in completely, he first smelled a bloody smell that entered his nose, mixed with an indescribable stench, and he almost got drunk together. To spit out.
"What's this smell?" The companion's face turned blue, and he took two steps back again and again, with a grim expression.
Zhou Yin was also nauseated. He had to try his best to restrain himself so that his expression would not be distorted. After a while, he forced a dry smile and said, "This tastes too, it's real enough."
It was completely different from the blood he used in his usual acting.
The atmosphere here is like a big murder scene.
He had never seen such a battle before, looking at this scene, he didn't want to go in at all, but now it would be ugly to retreat, standing in the same place and tangled for a long time, watching the people around him shrinking back , and finally had to pinch his nose and walk into this room, trying to hypnotize himself to use his mouth to breathe.
The same is true of his companion, who saw him striding to check the obvious places such as the washbasin and the washbasin, and explained his behavior: "If it really exists, it will be in these positions, we only need to check here. "
His eyes swept across the sink, and found that there were bloody handprints on the faucet, including in front of the mirror, there was also blood sprayed on it, just like the prisoner who lived here in the middle of the night looking at the mirror with a constantly changing expression, Telling your energy will leave such evenly distributed spray marks, layer after layer.
I don't know why, but when he thought of this, his heart trembled.
Zhou Yin was completely distracted by the environment at the scene, and he didn't pay attention to what was wrong with his companions. He held his breath, leaned down neatly, then pulled off the messy sheets, and prepared to probe to the bottom of the bed.
But he just leaned down and didn't have time to take a closer look when suddenly "Ah-", he exclaimed love, and the whole person didn't care about getting dirty, he rolled back and hit his head on the back of the cabinet , He couldn't care about his expression management because of the pain, and grinned and pointed to the bottom of the bed.
"What are you doing?" The companion was already nervous in his heart, but he was startled by his sudden voice. He immediately gave up studying the mirror, came to Zhou Yin's side to support him, and followed his line of sight.
Zhou Yin glanced at him in horror, took a breath, and stammered: "He, there is someone down here!"
"people?"
The companion looked at him suspiciously, then rushed down to look. At first glance, he didn't see anything, only darkness, until he bent down slightly, he could barely see what was under the bed.
It does seem to be a person.
It is described as "seems", because this person is curled up in the deepest part of the bed, his body is covered with sticky black mud, one hand covers her eyes, and she can see her eyes bleeding from the fingers.
It wasn't until she moved that Zhou Yin and the others saw that it wasn't black mud, but hair, wrapped around her body in circles.
At first, the man was ignorant of the outside world, but when he heard two people chattering in front of her, he reacted a little, slowly raised his head, stuck his head out stiffly, and said vaguely, "It's you guys. ... all to die, all to die!"
Her voice was weird, and her words and deeds seemed to have become a ghost.
"Oh, no, no, the only thing that can survive is the pain in the eyes, I can get through it. But why did I see her? Didn't she kill herself, because I..." she muttered, like a A spider with twisted limbs crawled out from the bottom of the bed.
"Lian, Lian Susu?" Zhou Yin shouted absentmindedly after finally seeing her face from the cloud of blood.
Lian Susu ignored him. She climbed up to the mirror, supported the sink with both hands, and looked up at the mirror. When she spoke, blood sprayed onto the mirror: "I didn't hurt you, can you hear me? I see. When it came to you, you were standing on my bed, there was a lot of blood, and you were looking at me…”
Looking at the empty bed, Zhou Yin felt cold all over his body, only his legs felt weak and his crotch was hot.
[Aha, the newcomer is over.]
[Is this the one who mocked our Sherlock?]
[Tsk, you really, on the surface, you scolded others for failing to escape from prison, but in fact, what you are protecting inside is the same.]
[…Maybe this means hitting is kissing, and scolding is love.]
[Smart ghosts praise their opponents, and stupid ghosts demean their opponents.]
On the other side, Xiao Li sat beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and watched Shen Mizhi, who was close at hand, apply medicine for him.
His hand injury was not serious at all, but the other party's expression was extremely serious, as if his hand was about to break in a second. Not only did he bring the medicine, but he also brought gauze from the infirmary and put it aside. Wipe the circle of scars with red potion.
Xiao Li pondered for a while, then simply did not speak, and quietly let the young man move.
He looked very well-behaved like this, with his head lowered slightly, his jet-black hair tied behind his snow-white neck, as if you could do anything to him, and he would not resist very much.
But the reality is far from it.
Shen Mizhi carefully smeared every inch of the potion, took the gauze from the side, and started wrapping it around his wrist.
Xiao Li originally kept silent, but looking at his actions at the moment, he finally choked out a sentence: "...It's not necessary, right?"
This seems too exaggerated, I don't know, I really thought his wrist was broken.
And he didn't think that entanglement with these "coordinates" would confuse the jailer's judgment.
Shen Mizhi glanced at him lightly, and finally agreed to speak: "It is necessary."
Xiao Li could hear that his tone was a little cold, as if he had encountered something that made him unhappy.
"I don't like you getting hurt." Shen Mizhi said, he wrapped the last circle of the gauze and tied the end of the gauze with a delicate knot, and then let go.
Xiao Li finally regained the ownership of his wrist. He turned it back and forth, and found that there was nothing that affected his movements except for an extra layer of packages from the outside world.
Shen Mizhi looked at him, and after a while of silence, he suddenly asked, "I think you've been hiding from me recently, did I do something wrong?"
He could see that Xiao Li was alienating himself, but he didn't actually do anything, but he still asked if it was his fault.
Xiao Li's movement of turning his wrist slowed down, and his gaze went beyond the young man to the room opposite.
"I need a little time," he said finally.
Shen Mizhi stared at him deeply for a while, it seemed that he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded and replied: "Okay."
Xiao Li jumped down from the edge of the bed briskly, and at the moment when his toes touched the ground, he didn't stand firm, and he stumbled several steps to avoid the bad luck of falling.
It's not that his skill at leveling has increased, but that the weight on his back has become heavier and heavier, from a backpack full of things to a pile of heavy iron blocks, thus affecting his judgment.
Xiao Li waved his hand behind him without turning his head, signaling himself to leave first, then pushed open the door and walked out.
Shen Mizhi stayed where he was. He looked at the person's disappearing figure, then withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyelashes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to pick up the remaining piece of gauze. He wrapped the gauze around his fingertips and stretched it out. Tried elasticity.
Just now, in fact, there was a flash of thought in his mind—
tie him up.
The gauze can act as a chain, which is gentle and will not hurt the other party.
One end is tied to Xiao Li's wrist, and the other end can be tied to the bedside, cabinet, lamp, etc. Of course, Shen Mizhi thinks the best place is his own wrist.
He can shape a room, a closed room without any exit, tied to the one he loves, from now on there are only the two of them in the world, and they will never be separated.
Actually a little excited.
Especially after Xiao Li didn't know why he chose to alienate him.
Shen Mizhi turned his head to the side and thought about it for a moment. He restrained the look in his eyes and threw the gauze back again.
… or forget it.
Another night that is about to go out.
The rest of the people had already entered their respective rooms, but Xiao Li was still in the passage. Seeing his movements, he had no plans to enter.
The place where he was standing happened to be not far from Wang Huai's room. The man reached out and knocked on the door. After attracting Xiao Li's attention, he asked, "Why, your ordinary bed is not enough for you, I want to try it. The taste of the floor?"
Several experiences have made everyone understand that when the jailer puts you to sleep, he will not care about you, not to mention the operation of transporting you to the bed, and will only let you lie on the cold ground.
Xiao Li said from a distance, "No, I want to try an idea."
Wang Huai: "What do you think?"
Xiao Li: "Wait and you'll find out."
Wang Huai: "Take me one?"
He took out a prop from his task book. It was an oven left by a chef after his death. It can only be used once a day. After using it, the chef's proud work will appear from it. For his hunger, it can only be used. Barely starting to work, a drop in the bucket.
He needs something else to distract him.
Xiao Li: "Okay."
It just so happens that the addition of Wang Huai can make this experiment more possible.
Without saying a word, Wang Huai pushed open the door and walked to Xiao Li's side.
Pu Xisun in the other room was also quite moved when he saw this, but in the afternoon his punishment was fast and severe enough. Now he can't even stand up, and every cell in his body is screaming for pain, let alone leaving. .
Xiao Li straightened his body. Even though he had made this action even more difficult, the young man's back was still upright. He walked farther away from these rooms, and came to the fork in the four rooms, waiting for the arrival of the jailer.
Not staying in the room, the flow of time seems to become faster.
Soon, the overhead lights went out, and they were plunged into endless darkness. The dull footsteps would appear at any time. Everything was like the first few nights after imprisonment, but the difference was that now they were free.