For the first few minutes after the lights were turned off, Xiao Li was motionless, leaning against the wall on the left side of the passage with his back, posing in a contemplative posture.
Wang Huai stood side by side with him. After thirty seconds, he suddenly said, "Let's just stand here?"
"Well," Xiao Li answered simply, "Have you found Moss and the others?"
He had already informed Wang Huai and others about everything he had seen with Zhou Yin. He and Zhou Yin had different views, but he was not sure about the specific meaning of the painting. Later, he simply handed over this important task to Wang Huai. .
Wang Huai shook his head: "No, I used a tracing tool, but it failed."
"There are three possibilities, one, they also used anti-reconnaissance props, two, they have already left here, three, another force shelters them."
When Xiao Li heard this, he suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "What locating tool did you use?"
"... a whistle," Wang Huai said, "in which there is the soul of a dog spirit. It was a police dog in its lifetime, and its sense of smell has been strengthened after death. If it smells any smell, it will bite the other party."
Knowledge about props has been increased.
Xiao Li listened with interest and nodded.
"I have a bad premonition, Sherlock, you don't know Moss..." Wang Huai returned to the topic, he frowned, "He is very expressive, and now he is completely different from the usual him. With that painting, I think they're probably going to have something big."
When he first entered the prison, Wang Huai could still see Moss and the others in the cafeteria, but recently they didn't even come to the cafeteria, so they completely avoided contact with Wang Huai.
Xiao Li thought for a while: "If you think there is something wrong with him, you should have directly imprisoned them when they were eating in the cafeteria."
"Although Moss behaves strangely, he is not a believer of the Heretic God, and he is not hostile to Hei Ye, so I will not be rough with him easily. Of course, the most important thing is that I may not be able to beat him." Wang Huai calmed down Faced with this reality, "and let you shoot directly, the reason at that time was not sufficient."
Just as Xiao Li was about to speak, he turned his head to catch the approaching footsteps of the jailer, and made a mute gesture to Wang Huai beside him.
Obviously, the jailer has finished patrolling the upper floor and is approaching the floor where the reincarnators are. Soon, until it patrols the two empty rooms, it will find that the two prisoners are missing.
Xiao Li first pointed to himself, then pointed to the floor above him, and said with his mouth: "I'll go up, you go down, and we'll separate."
"What am I going to do down there?" Wang Huai asked.
Xiao Li: "Do an experiment."
Wang Huai: "What experiment?"
Xiao Li pretended to be dead and didn't answer.
Wang Huai already had a bad premonition at this time, and he couldn't help but ask, "What did you want me to do when you promised me to come together?"
Xiao Li: "Serve as an experiment."
Wang Huai: ? ?
"Don't talk nonsense, go down now, do whatever you want, stand, come back and tell me how long it will take you to sleep." Xiao Li reached out and pushed him.
The sound of footsteps in the distance was getting closer and closer, Wang Huai had to swallow the words in his throat, separated from Xiao Li, and went to the next floor alone.
Xiao Li, on the other hand, slowly climbed up the passage on the first floor.
The jailers had already patrolled here, and most of the rooms on both sides were empty, only a few of the rooms were squatting with sleeping prisoners lying crookedly, the only long and narrow corridor was the sound of their long breathing, plus Xiao Li. The sound of walking is the accompaniment.
Xiao Li originally wanted to go to the end and take a look at the platform, but he had just walked halfway through the passage when his consciousness suddenly swayed, and drowsiness filled his mind.
He immediately tried to drive the drowsiness away with his thoughts, but was unsuccessful.
A black shadow appeared in front of Xiao Li like a flash. "It" did not come up the stairs, but was teleported through coordinates.
The jailer looked at the traces of coordinates on Xiao Li's wrist, and then a voice resembling a broadcast came from the entire floor: "Notice, prisoner No. 23024 went out during the lights-off time, in violation of rule 92941 of the prison code, and spent 24 hours in the room. "
"Repeat again..."
Xiao Li lost consciousness amid the resounding broadcast sound.
When he woke up again, he found himself in a completely closed, dark room, and he was lying on the ground.
Xiao Li sat up and found that this so-called "Thinking Room" had no lights and was basically the same structure as the room, but there was no furniture, no bed, and no mirrors.
He touched the wall and moved forward, silently calculating the size of the entire room in his heart.
The walls are very hard, with some burrs, like that kind of rough room. Maybe it has not been used for a long time, and the fingers are still a little damp when touched. Xiao Li guessed that it may have moss.
He shook the entire room. The room was about 17 square meters. There was no door and only one iron window that would not be opened. It was quite torturous to stay in it for 24 hours.
However, Xiao Li was already prepared, of course he would not want to sleep here all day.
He folded his hands expectantly, took out the little yellow book that never left his body, and wrote a few words blindly in the darkness with a pen.
The next second, several familiar figures appeared in the dark house.
The black-haired beauty is dotted with a teardrop at the corner of her eye, wearing a fitted sailor suit, just standing there is a beautiful view; the woman beside her covered her face, and the moment she appeared, there was a faint sound of weeping The room was filled with thoughts; the red-clothed ghost lowered his head, and the blood slid from the corner of his skirt; in addition, there were a pair of trembling legs, and when he saw Xiao Li, he subconsciously took two steps back.
Xiao Li opened his hand to welcome, "Let's come to the team building."
"Tuan Jian?" Fu Jiang spoke first, and she glanced at this place called "Four Walls of Disciples" in disgust, "How are you going to build it?"
Xiao Li: "The facilities are a bit rudimentary, but we have a lot of games to play."
Fujiang doubted: "Game? With you? Let's talk first, I don't want to be a toy."
"Why would I use you as a toy?" Xiao Li looked innocent, "Look at the barrage, what games are suitable for team building."
[Crying sister, crying sister, your hair has grown back.]
[Building with a human team, these weird rumors are really shameful.]
[Go away, go away, it's Moriarty time.]
[My Sherlock fans are dissatisfied!]
[I think about it, four-corner game, dish fairy, smearing corpse mud, eating ghost food?]
[In the front, these are really suitable for team building.]
[That's not bad.]
[Hey, I also want to be a colleague with Hercule.]
Xiao Li glanced at it roughly, and he quickly chose a game that was suitable for this room: "Four Corners Game."
"You know how to play, don't you?" he asked the other quirks.
The crying woman covered her face and said, "No, woo, I don't know."
"Choose four people or ghosts, let's stand in the four corners, close our eyes, face the corner, and never look back. When the game starts, the person in one corner will walk to the other corner and tap it lightly. The shoulder of the person in front of you and stay in that corner, the next person and so on, and when you walk into a corner with no one, just cough."
Xiao Li explained.
The legs suddenly kicked the ground, signaling that he had no upper body to cough.
Xiao Li looked at it and added: "...Or stomp in place."
"It is said that there will be one more person in the room after the walk."
Fujiang stood aside, she took the initiative to quit the first game and stretched lazily: "I just grew into a full body yesterday, I won't come first."
Xiao Li was left, the crying woman, the ghost in red, with one leg in one corner.
"Clockwise." Xiao Li said.
He closed his eyes and felt that since the other ghosts came, the temperature of the whole room dropped a lot, but to some extent it was quite lively.
Xiao Li walked along the wall, and when he reached the next corner, he patted the ghost in front of him on the shoulder.
From the feel of the hair, it belongs to the crying woman.
The crying woman covered her face and walked forward.
…
When he reached the third lap, Xiao Li clearly felt that there was one more person.
Whether it was the ghost in red, the crying woman, or the legs, they no longer coughed or stomped their feet. There were people walking all the time, but there were always four full seats in the corner.
But Xiao Li didn't open his eyes.
Until he touched some strange, smooth shoulder this time, it didn't feel like it belonged in any eccentric story.
The ghost touched by Xiao Li was a lone ghost who was recruited by the Four Corners Game. It followed the rules of the game, closed its eyes, and when it was touched by a human on its shoulder, the corners of its mouth twitched coldly and headed forward. go.
This is not the first time it has been recruited by such a damn game.
Humans have always been so eager to die that they attract creatures that do not belong to this world, but are afraid to actually see them.
It waited quietly, waiting for the four humans to find themselves, and then enjoying their screams and fears.
The game ghost walked forward and quickly reached the next corner. It stretched out its hand and patted it forward.
Tap a woman on the shoulder.
Very good, the screams will be loud in the sky.
The game ghost fantasized triumphantly, it retracted its hand, and felt the woman in the corner walking forward.
It's just... Why doesn't the touch in its hand feel right
The game ghost rubbed his thumb and index finger, it seemed sticky, not like nervous sweat, the taste and viscosity were more like some kind of liquid he was quite familiar with...
Blood
Is it an illusion
It may be that the woman's clothes are of poor quality, or that the props are intentionally drenched in blood, trying to prank another gamer.
Oh, it's a pity that what they don't know is that the real ghost has been recruited by them.
Game ghosts.
It stood there, waiting for the person behind to shoot it, another round.
The game ghost continued to walk forward, this time the person standing in the corner in front of it had changed, and it reached out and patted the position on the shoulder.
Um
left empty.
There seems to be no one in front.
Wouldn't he have noticed that something was wrong and hid and cried
Indeed, it seemed like a woman had been crying, that low, terrified whimper.
The game ghost waved his arms in the air strangely, and then touched something close to his crotch.
Not the imaginary human hair, but a strange flat section, very bouncy.
The game ghost touched down along the line of the flat section, and it felt its hand inserted into a crack—
"Boom-"
Immediately, the next second, it was kicked and rolled backwards.
What the fuck is this? ! !
The game ghost couldn't care about the rules. It opened its eyes and took some time to see clearly in the dark room. The "game participant" in front of it was a pair of legs.
No upper body kind of legs.
And the place where its palm was inserted just now was the leg seam between the thighs of the legs.
At this time, the legs were facing it very angrily, and they raised their feet and kicked them fiercely!
Go to hell, you rascal!
Game Ghost: ? ?
What kind of four-corner game are you playing with your nice legs? !