Supervisor Zhao lives on the fifth floor and Jian Qingrong lives on the fourth floor.
Judging from his status in the factory, Supervisor Zhao is fawned over and has some real power, while Jian Qingrong only has the title of spokesperson for a beautiful mind, but is bullied everywhere. No matter how you think about it, Supervisor Zhao is the more appropriate choice.
But Wen Shi didn't like to make choices. Ever since he saw Jian Qingrong's little tricks on the factory director during the day, he felt that the other party's dormitory was worth exploring. What made Wen Shi hesitate now was how strong the boy was and whether he had the ability to stand on his own.
"Brother, I'm not a child anymore." The boy frowned and muttered like a rebellious child: "I can decide who to live with myself, right?"
He looked at Supervisor Zhao.
Supervisor Zhao was so fascinated that he was speechless and could only nod continuously.
"Only children make choices." The boy said meaningfully.
He went to explore the road first to see what was going on above. As for the other one, the young man looked at Jian Qingrong calmly. There was too much incongruity about this person. He looked up and asked Supervisor Zhao, "Is he also a veteran employee?"
Supervisor Zhao nodded and puffed out his chest, acting as if the other party was much worse than him.
The boy nodded with satisfaction as well.
Whether it is a wolf or a sheep, they have been wearing the cowardly skin for so long that they will not take it off for a while. It is generally safer to live in 401.
After making sure that Wen Shi’s personal safety was relatively guaranteed, the young man pointed upwards and said, “Then I’ll go first.”
Wen Shi did not stop.
At the young man's glance, Supervisor Zhao followed obediently.
Wen Shi looked at Jian Qingrong and said, "Let's go to your dormitory too."
The two brothers each took one, and there was complete silence downstairs in the dormitory.
One player couldn't bear to watch it any longer and pinched his brows: "Is this a real brother?"
The upturned and red eyes and the seductive look are exactly the same.
His question was not answered. If the number of participants had not been indicated at the beginning of the game, they would really have thought that the boy was also a player.
Tu Bianxi is a suspicious person by nature, and he ponders the possibility that experienced players could sneak into the dungeon without being discovered by the game.
Knowing what he was thinking, the member of the Seventh Commandment next to him shook his head: "It's impossible for a human to grow such a charming appearance."
Everyone has a different definition of beauty. No matter how beautiful a person is in reality, their influence is limited. That young man has a certain alluring aura that makes people unable to look away. Only data can produce this effect.
"You still have to be careful." Tu Bianxi's eyes were sinister: "The copy will not have useless characters."
But only Pei Wenwei has extra settings.
Tu Bianxi narrowed his eyes, and suddenly thought of something and raised his lips: "Have you ever thought that no matter how good Ji Yuanzhi is, his overall average level cannot directly bring newcomers into A's class."
The members of the Seventh Commandment didn't realize it at first, but after a moment their expressions suddenly changed: "Do you think this instance is related to the special 3S instance that will be opened soon?"
Tu Bian nodded: "As the person who opened the dungeon, he has an innate advantage, so whether it is the interview session or the family setting, Pei Wenwei has an advantage."
There are several derivative peripheral copies in high-difficulty copies. Although it is rare, it does exist.
Thinking of this, the puppet on Tu Bianxiu's shoulder began to tremble excitedly along with its master, and his eyes were filled with joy:
"It seems that the value of this copy is beyond imagination."
All the dormitory door locks below the third floor are broken.
Dust-covered bedding was piled haphazardly on the bed, pots and pans were scattered all over the floor, and the floor tiles were covered with blood splatter, silently telling us that the previous owner had suffered a terrible tragedy.
Wen Shi reluctantly picked the bed covers that were not stained with blood, shook them vigorously a few times, and followed Jian Qingrong upstairs, ready to spend the night on them.
The building manager came out of the duty room and looked at Wen Shi unhappily: "Why are you here again?"
Jian Qingrong actually took the initiative to answer: "He's staying at my place tonight."
The owner spoke up himself, and the building manager frowned, obviously unhappy, but he didn't stop him. He just muttered, "Employees nowadays are becoming more and more unruly."
There are two beds in dormitory 401, one in the inner room and one next to the dining table.
Wen Shi took the lead and said, "Uncle doesn't like to be disturbed by outsiders. I will sleep in the outer room."
"random."
Jian Qingrong did not force it and rolled up his bedding and put it into the inner room.
Compared with the previous dormitories, Wen Shi felt a sense of freshness when looking at the dim and weird 401.
He lay directly on the bed.
It's only eight o'clock now. Any monsters and demons with a bit of professionalism should appear at night. He should sleep as long as possible. Wen Shi doesn't want to die suddenly in the copy.
He put his phone on vibrate mode, set an alarm for 11:50 pm, and closed his eyes to rest.
When Jian Qingrong walked out from the inner room, he saw Wen Shi lying on the bed and snoring, and was silent for a few seconds.
He stood by the bed, staring at the fragile neck below, wondering what he was thinking.
Wen Shi slept on the outside, with a shadow cast above him. He could feel someone staring at him. He was just taking a nap, not so careless as to fall asleep unconscious. Facing that deep gaze, he kept his breathing steady and pretended to be asleep.
After a long time, Wen Shi heard the sound of a drawer being opened. Jian Qingrong seemed to be writing something, and the sound of his pen falling could be heard. Wen Shi carefully opened his eyes a little and saw a thick notebook. At this time, Jian Qingrong paused and Wen Shi quickly closed his eyes.
Jian Qingrong glanced at the bed and put the notebook back into the drawer. He turned off the desk lamp and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
Wen Shi heard footsteps and thought that Jian Qingrong had returned to the inner room.
He felt a little itchy and wanted to see what was in the notebook. He also felt that Jian Qingrong's behavior of writing a diary in front of others was very similar to the owner of the castle using paint to fish for the blood bride and find a reason to kill the other party. He began to weigh the pros and cons. No matter what it was, such a thick book would have something to do with the big factory. He didn't know much about this black-hearted factory at the moment, and the lack of information would interfere with a series of judgments in the later stages.
The curtains were drawn tightly, and I couldn't see anything at all.
Wen Shi, using the light from his cell phone screen, tiptoed towards the table without even wearing shoes, looking back towards the inner room from time to time.
It took him nearly a minute to cover such a short distance.
The dining table was so old that the paint was peeling off, and the drawer handles were halfway off, not to mention any decent locks.
Wen Shi pulled the drawer out very gently, and found several notebooks inside, with labels on the outside. The bottom one was about the same time as Jian Qingrong's burn. In order to understand the latest situation, Wen Shi chose to pull out the top one first and quickly flip through it.
It's a diary. There isn't much content in this one. It starts from March last year.
March 2nd, cloudy.
Kang Changming was not feeling well and worked the night shift for a day.
At three o'clock in the morning, Kang Changming came to the workshop and asked me to borrow money to buy Meiling Liquid. He must be in a hurry, otherwise he would not leave the dormitory building in the middle of the night.
I lent it to him.
March 5th, cloudy.
Kang Changming is dead.
At three o'clock in the morning, when I was on night patrol, I saw a figure who looked very similar to Kang Changming lying on an iron bucket and eating something inside.
He rushed over to attack me, but I managed to escape thanks to the electric baton issued by the factory.
March 7, sunny
After Kang Changming died, the newly transferred Wang Wei heard about the recent haunting in the factory and was very scared, so he asked me to take over the night shift for a day. I refused, but he kept begging me, and finally I agreed to accompany him on the shift.
At three o'clock in the morning, when we were on night patrol, we saw a familiar figure lying in an iron bucket eating.
"Kang Changming." I called him.
He rushed over to attack us, and the newcomer Wang Wei accidentally injured his shoulder.
March 8, cloudy to sunny
Wang Wei was sick and he was alone in the factory with no one to take care of him.
As the spokesperson for Beautiful Mind, the factory director asked me to take care of him and gave Wang Wei a bottle of Beautiful Spirit Liquid to express the beautiful virtue of mutual help among factory employees. This story was registered in the factory newspaper the next day.
Wang Wei is dead.
His whole body was festering, and I didn't know what bacteria had infected him. The day before Wang Wei died, he was in great pain and begged me to kill him.
I said: I can't kill anyone, just commit suicide.
He committed suicide.
In the evening, I went to the dormitory to sort out Wang Wei's belongings so that I could send them back to his family. Unexpectedly, a figure suddenly floated in from outside the door.
"Wang Wei." I tried calling out.
Wang Wei raised his head and said in a tone full of resentment: "Dormitory, I want to move to a higher floor..."
"What are you doing?"
Wen Shi's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously turned off his phone.
However, it was too late. The scene of him secretly reading the diary was seen by Jian Qingrong who was standing at the door at some point in time.
When Jian Qingrong was about to approach, Wen Shi suddenly stretched out his arms and fumbled around, as if he could not hear the other party's question at all, and jumped like a zombie.
That's right, he was pretending to sleepwalk.
Wen Shi thought that the incident of staying at someone else's house in the afternoon would be the most embarrassing performance of his life, but he didn't expect to break this record in the evening.
He didn't know what Jian Qingrong's expression was at this moment, nor did he want to know. The current situation was that he was pretending to sleepwalk, Jian Qingrong knew that he was pretending to sleepwalk, and Wen Shi also knew that the other party knew that he was pretending, and he just wanted to use this idiotic performance to delay time.
No matter what, Jian Qingrong is still a human being at the moment and does not have the urgency to kill people like a monster.
He was standing by the door and Wen Shi couldn't escape at all.
Of course Wen Shi was not planning to escape.
A cool breeze blew over from behind, and an arm stretched out from the darkness and strangled the slender neck. Then Wen Shi clearly felt a little extra weight on his back.
The purity of the mind begins to decline.
The weight on his back was getting heavier and heavier, and the slight hypothermia made Wen Shi dizzy and everything he saw was blurry.
He did not rush out the door. When he passed by Jian Qingrong, he suddenly raised his arms which were stretched horizontally high, then bent them and made a big heart shape with his hands.
Jian Qingrong: “?”
When the other party was distracted for a moment because of this action, Wen Shi rushed directly into the inner room.
He turned on the flashlight on his phone.
The old man on the chair disappeared, and there was a dressing mirror on the wardrobe behind him. Wen Shi finally saw what the extra weight on his back was.
—A dried corpse!
The corpse's face was emaciated, the eye sockets were sunken, and there were some shriveled muscles on the face, but the body was just a skeleton. Strangely, there were no bugs on the corpse, and the stench was very light. Wen Shi took a deep breath to regain his balance, stood firm, and reached out to touch the edge of the skeleton. It was very sticky, as if it was coated with some liquid.
"uncle."
The corpse did not respond. The cold white bones tightened around Wen Shi's neck even more tightly, as if preparing to strangle him to death.
Wen Shi was not a pushover either, he took a step forward and said, "I'm sorry, uncle."
Facing the mirror, he lifted the old man's eyelids with his bare hands.
No matter what, living in the same house with a corpse confirms Jian Qingrong's unique character as a filial son. A filial son should not kill anyone in front of his father.
Wen Shi used his actions to tell Jian Qingrong: Your father is watching you.
The next second, the eyeballs that had shrunk into dried grapes rolled out of the dark eye sockets and fell to Wen Shi's feet. At the same time, the old man's eyelids drooped with a "click".
Wen Shi: “…”
Ying, Jian Qingrong, your father's eyes are closed again.
Suddenly there was laughter outside the door.
Wen Shi was stunned for a moment. This was the first time he heard Jian Qingrong laugh. It was a very hollow laugh that gave people goose bumps.
He wasn't sure what Jian Qingrong's next move would be.
Frankly speaking, Wen Shi still has no way of confirming whether Jian Qingrong is a human or a ghost.
The other person has a shadow, can eat and drink normally, and lives a life of being bullied.
In comparison, Wen Shi didn't really care about carrying the skeleton on his back. Before Jian Qingrong approached him, he stopped pretending to be crazy and sleepwalking.
"Uncle, I truly regard your son as a friend and I came here specially to help you."
I just said one sentence and my bones are about to freeze.
Suddenly, the stench of corpses became stronger, and Wen Shi's heartbeat slowed down. Not only his heartbeat, but also his blood and breathing... everything was freezing, and he could hardly hold the phone.
Jian Qingrong had already walked behind him, and said in a ghostly voice: "My father doesn't seem to like you."
Wen Shi was silent for a moment. Jian Qingrong said that his father had bad legs and there was no wheelchair in the house. A person with bad legs would probably need someone to carry him wherever he went. So the weak point of this skeleton should be the leg bone.
He summoned the zombies to attack the black spots on the opponent's legs. He was confident that he could deal with the old ghost. But the zombies were unauthorized visitors, and summoning them might trigger the death rule. Wen Shi was silent for a moment: "Respect the old and love the young. Although it is not polite to take out this thing, you are impolite first."
"Your blood is delicious."
The old ghost didn't take the threat seriously at all. His purpose was never to strangle the other person. He controlled the strength very well to ensure that Wen Shi's blood and breathing were not so smooth, so that the brain would taste better.
The terrifying head came closer, and the old man clenched his ghostly hand bones to gather strength, ready to smash it towards the top of the head in the next second.
Wen Shi took out the [Family Badge] with his backhand.
In the light of the flashlight, the badge glowed with a cold metallic luster.
This is an absolute trump card in Wen Shi's hand. Using the badge, he can summon the owner of the castle to take action for him once, but he doesn't want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.
The game has not yet taken back the badge as compensation, so the owner of the castle is most likely still alive, and using it to threaten a ghost who is still sane is perfect.
The moment the [Family Badge] appeared, the temperature in the dormitory dropped another degree. This badge seemed to have a stronger presence in other copies, and even Jian Qingrong, who had been leaning against the door to watch the show, paid more attention to it. If Wen Shi turned around at this time, he would find that this "filial son" was unmoved by the old man ghost walking on the tightrope of soul-splitting, and even wanted to see what Wen Shi could attract.
"Look at me, you bastard." Wen Shi changed his previous kind tone and stared at the old ghost on his back through the mirror: "Otherwise I will call someone out to beat you to a pulp!"
Bai Gu's attack in mid-air suddenly stopped.
"I counted to ten, ten, nine..."
After counting to eight, the old man's eyelids trembled and opened again. His eye sockets, which were almost black holes, were covered with a layer of white fluff like a spider web, and in the middle was a dried up eyeball.
Wen Shi smiled kindly again: "Who said uncle doesn't like me? Look, he is looking at me straight in the eye."
He paused for a second, then suddenly shouted, "Get off my back!"
The biting cold gradually subsided, and Wen Shi's spine finally relaxed.
He looked at the old man's skeleton and angrily slapped the armrest of the chair: "Sit up straight and talk!"
The skeleton twisted with a creaking sound and stood up on the spot.
The flashlight shone diagonally from his chin, making Wen Shi look neither human nor ghost. He never took back the [Family Badge] in his hand, which was a necessary bridge for both sides to build unity and friendship.
Wen Shi grinned, revealing a gentle smile, and repeated what he had said before: "Uncle, I really regard your son as a friend, and I came here specially to help you."
A hoarse old man's voice sounded, but the words were not directed to Wen Shi -
"Qingrong, how did you make such a friend? You, you are committing a sin..."
(End of this chapter)