Hearing that the skull was stolen, Yuan Kejie was in trouble. She felt that it would be a pity that Lu Chu carried out the mission with the skull. are you back?"
Song Gui answered her directly: "Since it was taken away by that little girl, when we find the skull, it is actually the time when we will leave this 'game'."
Yuan Kejie sighed.
On the other side, Lu Chu recalled the previous scene, and asked Sun Haoran, "You said earlier that I might need a black mirror, which can help me illuminate the shadow of death. What does that mean?"
Sun Haoran had already stood up while supporting the wall, standing far away from 7. No matter how frivolous and disdainful he is, he still has lingering fears after being beaten into a half-dead state by 7. 7 What kind of person is Sun Haoran already has a basic idea in his mind, so he no longer continues to die, but fully cooperates with everyone. Otherwise, this strong man may really kill himself here. You know, Lu Chu will be worried about 7's body, but 7 himself is not afraid of pain.
To reveal this fact by oneself is already the limit of death and survival.
At this moment, Sun Haoran heard Lu Chu's question, and pointed to the room in the middle of the "back"-shaped corridor: "This is the room. There is a black mirror under the bed, which was once a medium for witches to channel spirits. If you follow this The usual prompts and steps of the "bureau", if we solve the mystery here step by step, we will be trapped in this bungalow until we run out of ammunition and food, and we can get the final answer by watching people around us die one by one. However, As someone who has experienced it, I can tell you directly and clearly—take out the black mirror in the room, use the mirror to see the little girl, talk to her, and we can break the curse and get out of this situation.”
As he said that, Sun Haoran couldn't help but sneered slightly: "Didn't you come out from there just now, why didn't you touch anything?"
When he said the last sentence, Sun Haoran squinted at 7.
Lu Chu replied calmly: "Just now we were discussing private matters."
Wang Heng on the side heard the words, and asked again foolishly: "What private matter? How dare you go to the haunted house to talk alone?"
Lu Chu frowned and said with a smile, "Talk about feelings."
7 The breath around him softened for a moment.
"It turned out to be about feelings," Wang Heng was stunned, and then suddenly felt something was wrong, "Feelings? Who's talking about—woo!"
Before Wang Heng finished speaking, the two "Yiming" behind him covered their mouths and left the "crime scene" with their arms crossed.
Li Yiming lowered his voice and reprimanded him: "Speak less, live more!"
Wang Heng quickly shut up.
Yuan Kejie yelled: "Okay, brothers, don't talk about anything else, let's go look for a mirror in the house together!"
Song Gui nodded: "Let's go."
Everyone has become more serious than ever because they want to get out of this "game" immediately and look for the world of mission dungeons that is the same as the world view of "The Whole City Loses Sense".
Seriousness used to be to live; now, it is to go home.
They have worked hard to survive for so long, survived the killing, and endured loneliness, just waiting for the almost negligible hope.
Today, that hope exists within their reach.
So, a group of people walked towards the inner wall with the door along the "back" shaped corridor.
Lu Chu opened the door and walked in first.
Because they knew that they were about to leave this round, they were not stingy with the lights of their mobile phones. Ten of them took five mobile phones and called out the flashlights. Sufficient lighting greatly reduced the blind spots around them, and everyone felt more confident.
Lu Chu walked in.
I was dragged into this room by 7 before, and my mind was full of things about 7, and I didn't have time to carefully observe the structure of this house. At this time, he looked into the room and found that the structure of this room was exactly the same as the room structure of the game he had experienced back then.
And that little girl was beaten by her mother for a long time in this room, and then her personality became gloomy and innocent.
She cut open the body of her favorite teddy bear with scissors, mended its ugly marks with rough stitches, blocked its eyes with worn cloth strips, and begged it to save herself with gentle words. Later, that teddy bear gathered the resentment of the whole bungalow and turned into a ferocious giant bear that killed people without batting an eye. Then, as the little girl wished, it tore her body apart on the bed in this room.
Ten people squeezed into the room, which seemed a little crowded, but it added a lot of popularity to the place.
Yuan Kejie rubbed her arms: "There are so many of us, we should be full of yang, why do I still feel a burst of cold air?"
The three of Wang Heng hurriedly nodded in agreement, and whispered: "Me too!"
Lu Chu wandered around in the room, but did not rush to find the mirror under the bed, but said to the others: "The layout and structure of this room is built like this, what did the first owner think about it... This pattern seems to be full of yin spirits, and it seems that the rumors that the original male owner of the bungalow believed in a cult may be true."
"It's true," Sun Haoran looked at the ceiling and sneered, "This kind of room was specially built. The family of three slept here, and the master secretly started to set up a formation to summon demons. His wife and children didn't know it. Just like that, in a certain place One day, when the evil spirit that the master believed in told him 'it's all right', he dismembered his wife and daughter, killed all the servants, sacrificed them to the devil, and then killed himself on the ceiling."
Lu Chu and the others heard the words and looked at the ceiling.
Immediately, they heard Sun Haoran continue to explain: "It is precisely because of this that the spirit of the undead is the heaviest in this room, and the little girl and the teddy bear turned into resentful spirits, but the ghosts that originally accumulated here What is frightening is that the grievances turned into by the little girl and the teddy bear are stronger than them, and they actually offended them."
"So, that is to say," Song Gui rubbed his chin, "all the other ghosts in this room have been swallowed up by the little girl?"
Sun Haoran nodded casually: "Yes."
As soon as Sun Haoran finished speaking, the lights of the mobile phones in the hands of Lu Chu and the others suddenly flickered, and then all of them went out.
At the same time, the little girl's crisp and childish voice sounded beside Wang Heng—
"Big brother, let me go, you are on my head."