Lin Shuwei squeezed himself into the cabinet, his scalp and limb joints ached from the friction. The cabinet was too small, and he felt as if his body was being broken just by staying inside, let alone moving around.
In the darkness, Lin Shuwei slowed his heartbeat and entered a state of stillness, and several consciousnesses communicated in his mind.
Xiaopang: Woo woo woo woo, I’m so scared, has the evil spirit outside left
Aning: Why are you crying? I’m analyzing.
Old Man Li: Hey, there’s hell inside the closet, there’s hell outside the closet, there’s hell everywhere.
Fourth Brother: Damn, the thing is not in this cabinet!
Xiaopang: Not here? What do you mean? Didn’t you say that the cabinet is filled with negative energy? Is there…
At this moment, a thin and weak voice suddenly came from the left side of the cabinet: "Excuse me... Can you open the door for me?"
Lin Shuwei's tightly closed eyelashes trembled. What door? The voice was so close that it seemed to be whispered in his ear. It was very close to him. It was not the owner of the house, but someone in the corridor.
But there was nothing else in the pile of junk except the cabinet where he hid the person... Lin Shuwei's eyelids twitched, there was a small bedside table next to it!
Lin Shuwei was trembling. "Fourth brother, Xiaopang, Aning, Old Man Li, please don't leave me. I'm scared."
"Excuse me...can you open the door for me?" The voice came again, relentlessly.
Lin Shuwei held his legs harder.
Xiaopang: Ahhh! Holy shit! Holy shit! Ghost! Ghost! It’s a ghost!
Aning: Didn’t we expect this? Why are you panicking? Stay calm.
Lao Si: It turns out that the source of the yin energy is not this cabinet, but the bedside cabinet next to it. The two are next to each other, which causes this cabinet to also have a heavy yin energy.
Aning: What’s the point of thinking about this now? The key is how to deal with the bedside table ghost.
Xiaopang: That’s right!
Old Man Li: He will attract the evil spirit here.
A pleading voice came from next door again, faint and full of creepy persistence: "Excuse me... Can you open the door for me?"
Lin Shuwei moved his lips and said in an old and kind voice: "Okay."
There's no sound from next door.
He didn't know what was going on outside, whether the evil spirit had come or gone. A fine layer of cold sweat oozed out of Lin Shuwei's forehead, and he shouted in his heart: Xiaopang, Aning, Old Man Li, Fourth Brother, how about I open the cabinet door a little and have a look
The fourth brother said coldly: You want to die, right? !
Xiaopang: No, then no. Why are you so fierce? Shuwei just wants to escape from the predicament as soon as possible. Didn’t you notice that he is shaking? Why can’t we talk nicely? Don’t you know how difficult it is for everyone to get to where we are today
The fourth one sneered: I only know that you are wary of me.
Xiaopang: When did we start to be wary of you? Nonsense!
Aning: It was indeed a misunderstanding.
Old Man Li: You can still quarrel at this time? I think we should just let Xiaolin open the cabinet door and leave, so that everyone can die and go to heaven sooner.
Lin Shuwei pursed his pale lips and thought to himself: We are on the same team, I promised you that we will go down together, no one can be left behind.
Several consciousnesses all fell silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Shuwei's hair was wet with cold sweat, sticking to her forehead and neck in strands, with beads of sweat dripping down the ends of her hair.
As a drop of sweat hit his arm, Lin Shuwei said in a sharp and hoarse voice, "It's safe, go out."
Then, Lin Shuwei asked timidly, "Really, Fourth Brother?"
He rubbed the back of his neck lazily and said "hmm".
Lin Shuwei's stiff hands touched the cabinet door and carefully pushed it open. He first stuck his head out, then half of his body, and one leg. His bones creaked in the process.
Fortunately, his teammates were with him, so he was not alone.
—He has them, he is them.
The second floor was so quiet that the only sound was Lin Shuwei's slowly loosening breathing. Water was dripping from his sick face, and a large piece of skin was scraped off his shoulder, which was burning with pain.
When Lin Shuwei came up earlier, he was only concerned with avoiding the evil spirits and didn't pay attention to anything else. Now he found that he smelled a strange smell. It was the smell that Chen Yang mentioned.
The strange smell came from the bedside table next to his hiding place.
Lin Shuwei showed hesitation on her face, and her voice was as crisp as a girl's: "Shuwei, since you promised the ghost, you must keep it."
"Aning, I know." Lin Shuwei smiled bitterly with trembling eyelids.
The next moment, Lin Shuwei's voice changed, and he said coldly: "The ghost inside wants to get out, but he can't open the door by himself, so he can only let someone open it."
Lin Shuwei was in a state of panic. He clenched his hands and stammered, "But, but Fourth Brother, will anything happen if we let him out?"
The corners of his mouth pulled out a disdainful and arrogant arc: "Ghosts have their own rules. There is only one person who killed people. The other one inside is at most a culprit for the injustice."
"According to my analysis, helping him open the door is a side quest. Maybe there will be clues there." Lin Shuwei used his index finger to push back the wet hair by his ear, tidied up the fine hair, and spoke clearly.
"Xiao Lin, isn't it because you keep your promise that we can become partners? You always do what you say." Lin Shuwei smiled maturely.
"Yes, yes, yes!" The vicissitudes on his face were gone, replaced by childishness and passion.
"Then I'll open it." Lin Shuwei took a deep breath, put his hand on the handle of the bedside table, and touched the slippery liquid.
"Fourth brother, this is so disgusting." Lin Shuwei wanted to back out.
"Hurry up!" His face turned stern.
Lin Shuwei gritted his teeth and grabbed the handle, pulling it to the side. There was only a black plastic bag inside, and the bag was tied tightly.
The outside of the bag was covered with a slippery liquid, and the strange smell was so strong that it was suffocating.
"Don't worry about it." Lin Shuwei frowned sternly and looked for a second before looking away. He pushed aside the debris and knocked on the door of Room 202.
At the other end, under the old locust tree, Chen Yang was looking at the floors. There were seven floors in total, two households on each floor, fourteen families. However, there were only ten express parcels, indicating that not every household had one.
Is it possible that there is no express delivery on the seventh floor
Chen Yang hoped that was the case. The seventh floor was connected to the rooftop, and he always felt that something he couldn't handle would happen. He recalled the parcels in the tricycle, all of which were placed upside down, and he couldn't see the house number on the list. Only when the middle-aged courier dropped it off did they know what parcel it was.
"What a trouble." Chen Yang sighed and lowered his head, staring at the person sleeping on his legs.
The old lady on the first floor was warning him and reminding him that it was dangerous to go in and deliver the package. She knew that the evil spirit in the building would kill the courier.
The old man on the sixth floor also asked him to leave after delivering the package, and he was also an insider.
If we reason in this direction, all residents in the building know that the evil spirit does not allow couriers to deliver packages. The evil spirit hates couriers? Chen Yang unconsciously touched Chao Jian's little hair. What is the identity of the evil spirit and what is his position? Is he also one of the residents in the building
Chen Yang's spine and knees hurt, but the worst part was his head, his brain cells were burning. This mission was a single-player one, and there were no prompts, it was just too much.
Not far away, Xiangdong asked Fengli to help him up.
Fengli said nervously: "Brother Dong, the most important thing now is to complete the mission. If you want to settle accounts with Chao Jian, wait until you get out alive."
"What a bullshit, there's something going on." Xiangdong reached into his pocket for a cigarette. He was thinking about Chao Jian's resentment and hatred towards Chen Yang, as well as the feeling that he had more secrets than body hairs. There were some things he was too lazy to think about or care about.
After using my brain a little, I came up with some guesses and put the pieces together bit by bit.
Xiangdong sat down under the old locust tree and winked at Pineapple, who tactfully walked away.
"Chen Yang, what is Chao Jian's ID number?" Xiangdong took a puff of cigarette.
Chen Yang stopped pulling Jian Xiaojueju's hand and said, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"
"It's not sudden. All the taskers who have met him are very curious about this question. I remember I asked you this question." Xiangdong said.
Chen Yang doesn't remember.
"Put Chao Jian's ID number aside for now," Xiang Dong's inquiring eyes wandered over his face, "Can you tell me yours?"
Chen Yang raised his head and looked over. All he saw was smoke. He couldn't see Xiangdong's expression clearly.
"I asked you before, but you didn't tell me. Why can't you tell me now?" Xiang Dong's purple face showed a hint of self-mockery. He was really sad and frustrated. "I thought we were old warriors who had experienced many times together..."
Chen Yang: “019.”
The cigarette fell from Xiangdong's mouth.
"Awesome." Xiangdong picked up the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and wiped the wet cigarette butt with his thumb. He could not hide the shock in his eyes. "019, three digits, awesome."
Xiangdong had guessed Chen Yang's ID number, but he would never have thought it was a three-digit number. This left him speechless, but he had a lot to say, and in the end, after holding it in for a long time, he could only utter a meaningless "tsk".
Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xiang Dong just couldn't believe it and had no other reaction. Zheng Zhitan only knew that his ID number was three digits, but didn't know which three digits it was. Xiang Dong was the second person besides Chao Jian to know that his ID number was 019. Another person shared his biggest secret, and he felt a little relieved.
"So the reason you can team up and become a fixed partner is because your ID number is small enough and you have the authority." Xiangdong concluded.
Chen Yang did not refute. He could reveal his ID number because of the change in his attitude towards Xiangdong, but he could never reveal the information that Chao Jian was an illegal resident.
That was Chao Jian's secret unless he said it himself.
Chen Yang noticed that Xiangdong was staring at him strangely. He remained calm and asked, "What?"
"If I remember correctly, this is your seventh mission." Xiang Dong said in an ambiguous tone, "Based on my understanding, Wen Qing and Painter have done more missions than you, but their ID numbers are bigger than yours."
Chen Yang said casually: "My ID number is not mine, it belongs to someone else."
The cigarette in Xiangdong's mouth fell again.
Chen Yang: “…”
"Fuck you, can't you say it all at once? Can I still smoke my cigarette?" Xiangdong was so angry that he tried to save face.
Chen Yang forced himself to take the blame.
Xiangdong learned from Chen Yang that the identity number had changed hands, and his eyes became even stranger.
Can a one-to-one ID number change hands? Bullshit! Xiang Dong wanted to pat Chen Yang on the face and tell him, “Silly boy, that might be yours.”
Xiangdong didn't do that. He could see that Chen Yang also had doubts in his heart, but he just couldn't find anything. Or he didn't know how to find out, had no direction, and didn't know where to start.
If there is a chance, Xiangdong will also help Chen Yang check it out.
Being in the mission world, Xiang Dong couldn't calm down and digest the secret that Chen Yang shared with him. He chewed it roughly for a few times and temporarily put it aside, and brought up another thing: "Do you know what really made Chao Jian crazy
Chen Yang didn't guess, he just waited for the answer.
Xiangdong repeated those words and emphasized: "I told him that you died because of him. You were harmed by him. He killed you."
"Then he lost control and went crazy." Xiangdong leaned against the rough bark and nodded at the sleeping dog.
Chen Yang was stunned.
"I really should record a video for you to watch. He looks like he was hit in a vital spot." Xiangdong used his imagination, "In the past life, in the previous life, he killed you."
The corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched: "You think it's a storytelling session, all the past and present lives are revealed."
"Think it's mysterious? I don't think so." Xiangdong shrugged. "We already have an ID number to enter the mission world, so what's impossible?"
Chen Yang's thoughts did not follow Xiangdong. He lowered his eyes to look at Chao Jian, who was twitching from time to time in his sleep. There were complicated emotions in his eyes, including sadness, heartache, and confusion.
Why would he lose control over something like that? Could it be that Chao Jian had killed his brother, and he couldn't bear to hear that and collapsed
Xiangdong sucked on the cigarette and suppressed his retching. He only had body hair and no secrets. He lacked the mystery of Chao Gou Pi, which made Chen Yang want to dig deeper.
If you are not curious, you will not have the desire to spy. So he actually lost because he was too pure.
"He hates you." Xiangdong nodded his cigarette butt at Chao Jian.
Chen Yang blurted out: "Impossible!"
"How can it be impossible? I saw it with my own eyes, how could it be false?" Xiang Dong half closed his eyes, feeling dizzy, "Besides hatred, there is also resentment."
Chen Yang's ears were buzzing. It was okay to complain. Life was full of trivial things. It was normal to have such small emotions occasionally. But... hate? There was no reason.
"First it was about past lives and present lives, and now he's saying he hates me. It's getting more and more outrageous." Chen Yang counterattacked calmly.
Xiangdong saw his evasion and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, I have something even more outrageous here, do you want to hear it?"
Chen Yang resisted the urge to smack Xiangdong's mouth: "You go ahead."
Xiangdong mouthed each word: "You have lost your memory."
Chen Yang said: "I know."
east:"!"
Chen Yang untied Chao Jian's hair and played with the black rubber band: "Selective amnesia, I forgot what happened to my sister and myself."
Xiangdong shook his head: "That's not what I meant." He changed the wording to be more accurate, "It's more than that."
Chen Yang's heartbeat was confused for a moment, and he said sternly, "Don't say anything if you don't have evidence. I already have enough doubts in my mind, and I can't hold any more."
"There is no evidence, but there is speculation." Xiangdong coughed a few times, and blood flowed out of his nose. He wiped it off casually, "Don't run away in a hurry. I'll push it for you to hear."
"First, your ID number is a bug. Second, your partner also has the characteristics of a bug. You admit these two points, right?"
Chen Yang nodded. It was obvious, and he had no choice but to admit it.
Xiangdong continued, "I don't know the details of your relationship. I only analyzed what I saw. I said he would kill you. If he wanted to harm you, he would go crazy. This is very interesting, isn't it? Think about it carefully. Don't avoid it subconsciously. This, combined with the fact that he has been following you closely for the past six months to complete missions..."
Chen Yang interrupted, "He went crazy because your words reminded him of the painful past. The protagonist was not me, but his other brother, and it was also the knot in his heart that prevented him from walking with his left leg."
Eastward: "…"
If it's not you, it's not you. Who are you showing your unhappy look to
Xiangdong covered his face with one hand. Damn, his thoughts were messed up. He even pushed a few times. He looked at Chen Yang with his mouth drooping and frowned.
"No, then no, you are my brother." Xiangdong kicked him.
Chen Yang didn't say anything. He took the leaves off Chao Jian's body, feeling something heavy in his heart.
Chao Jian lost his mind and wanted to go into the building to find him. This had nothing to do with that brother.
A handful of milk slices is the time Chao Jian needs to restrain himself. After he finishes the milk slices, he can no longer control himself.
“Brother…” the person on my legs muttered in his sleep.
Chen Yang rubbed his hair, and he grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his lips.
Xiangdong: “…” Is it too late for me to poke my own eyes out
Chen Yang felt a pain on his hand, and he bit Jian, his teeth sinking in. Blood oozed out, and was sucked away bit by bit by his soft lips and tongue.
Chao Jian's throat kept moving and made a satisfied swallowing sound, like an insecure baby who was greedy for his mother's body temperature and smell, sucking and rubbing.
Xiang Dong growled with a livid face: "Chen Yang, are you fucking crazy? Don't you feel the pain?"
Chen Yang's mind suddenly came back to normal. He pinched Chao Jian's jaw and rescued the piece of flesh on the back of his hand from the other's mouth.
Xiangdong stared at the fresh bite marks on the back of Chen Yang's hand, then looked at the scab on the back of his neck, and panted, "Let him receive treatment. He must receive treatment again! Otherwise, you will be tortured into a mental illness!"
Chen Yang wiped off the blood on the bite mark: "After this mission is completed, I will talk to him." If he is still alive.
"I wonder how Lin Shuwei is doing." Chen Yang turned to the business.
"That guy has schizophrenia, at least three of him." Xiangdong said, "He is not fighting alone, and he is an old tasker, so it won't be a big problem."
Chen Yang opened his eyes wide. Is Lin Shuwei schizophrenic? Then his sense of disharmony makes sense.
Lin Shuwei was still standing at the door of Room 202. He had been knocking on the door for a long time.
"What should I do? The express delivery cannot be delivered if the residents are not at home." Lin Shuwei anxiously put his hands on his hips and turned around in circles, panting.
"Little Fatty, could you stop making such a fuss?!" Lin Shuwei expressed an expression of annoyance and contempt in a low voice.
He stamped his feet and pouted his lips in grievance: "Am I yelling? If the door doesn't open, the mission will fail and all five of us will die."
"Fourth brother, Xiaopang, stop making noise. There seem to be footsteps in 202." Lin Shuwei spoke in a female voice. He frowned slightly, with a hint of vigilance in his voice.
The door suddenly opened.
The person who opened the door was a man in a suit, with his hair combed back and dressed very neatly.
Lin Shuwei said calmly, "Is it Mr. Li?"
Man in suit: “Yes.”
Lin Shuwei handed the package forward: "This is your express."
The man in the suit took the package: "Thank you."
Lin Shuwei handed him a pen and pointed to the place on the list: "I'd like to trouble you to sign here."
The man in the suit signed with a pen. His cell phone rang. He answered it. The person on the other end of the line was an advertising salesperson, asking if he wanted to do an installment plan. He politely said, "No, thank you."
Then he hung up the phone and continued signing.
Lin Shuwei smelled the scent of lavender wafting from the house.
There were sounds of water and dishes rubbing against each other in the kitchen; the hostess was washing dishes.
From the furniture he could see, this seemed to be a newlywed couple and there were no children in the house.
When Lin Shuwei came out, A Yuan, who was staring at his phone, said, "Seven minutes."
"Sorry." Lin Shuwei didn't explain.
A Yuan did not ask any further questions. Half of an hour had already passed. She and the remaining five people had to race against time. When they entered the building, they could not observe the surroundings and be cautious like the previous five people. They could only reach their destination as quickly as possible.
Chen Yang asked Lin Shuwei if he had seen Yang Pei's body, and Lin Shuwei said no.
Chen Yang frowned. The body disappeared so quickly. The clues only lasted a limited time.
But what clue could the shredded paper stuffed in the mouth be
Chen Yang thought thoughtfully, is it possible that the clue is not the paper stuffed in the mouth, but the paper itself
But the paper was too torn and turned black as soon as it was taken out, and there was no time to check it.
Chen Yang glanced at Lin Shuwei who was meditating and saw that he had entered a state where everything was empty.
"Mr. Lin," Fengli leaned over, "Can you tell me about what you encountered..."
Lin Shuwei grinned at him: "Brother, call me sister."
"Aning, how can you have the heart to harm the flowers of our motherland?" Lin Shuwei pouted.
Pineapple's mouth opened into a duck egg.
This doesn't seem to be the schizophrenia that Brother Dong mentioned, but split personality
Fengli stayed with Lin Shuwei for a while and rejected her own guess, none of them was the correct answer.
The personality is not an independent personality, and the spiritual consciousness is not an independent spiritual consciousness. They are all mixed together. They all know each other's existence and seem quite harmonious.
Fengli's curiosity grew: "Mr. Lin, how did you..."
Lin Shuwei patted his Little Red Riding Hood, smiled kindly, and said in a distant and sad voice: "Little friend, don't ask about other people's stories easily, it would be cruel."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Pineapple apologized guiltily and left in shame.