A strange smell wafted out of the narrow girls' bedroom. In the place where the flashlight could not shine, the sheets fluttered gently, as if something had crawled out.
The raindrops hit the window frame, the wind and rain outside the dormitory, but the quiet inside the dormitory makes people panic.
Hovering his arm over the white paper, Chen Ge held the pen and tried to relax as much as possible.
After chanting the spell to call the pen fairy, there was obviously more strength on the back of his hand, as if being lightly held by the other hand, and he could feel the coldness coming from the other's fingertips.
"Pixian Bixian, you are my past life, and I am your present life. If you want to come, draw a circle on the paper."
Chen Ge chanted the spell again, and the cold feeling on the back of his hand became clearer, but what puzzled him was that the pen in his palm was standing upright on the paper, and he did not draw circles or do other things.
"Pixian doesn't want to come?"
The atmosphere in the room became more oppressive, and the cold feeling on the back of the hand had spread to the arm.
"I always feel like there are several more people in the room." He concentrated, his pupils slowly contracted in the dark, maybe the Yin pupil had an effect, he could vaguely see three shallow shadows standing in three different directions, each All of them stretched out their hands and grabbed the pen in Chen Ge's palm.
"Three?" With a pounding heart, Chen Ge blinked, and the scene he just saw disappeared instantly.
If the eyes can't see it, it doesn't mean that they have left. Chen Ge's palm is like sticking into the ice water. He knows very well that at least three other hands are now grabbing the pen standing in the middle.
"There are three 'people' responding at the same time, is it because of the influence of the title of Specter's Patron?" While Chen Ge was thinking, the pen that was still on the paper swayed without warning. The magnitude is small, but he can feel it.
"Are you going to start?"
The light of the flashlight next to it seemed to have dimmed a lot, and under Chen Ge's gaze, the pen in his hand slowly turned.
The tip of the pen was pressed against the white paper, and the ball on the top of the refill rubbed against the paper, and quickly drew a blood-red circle.
His hand obviously didn't move, but the pen drew something on the paper. Chen Ge stared at the pattern on the white paper and thought of the name of this side quest - the pen fairy who can't be sent away.
There are three taboos in the Pen Immortal game, one cannot ask about the cause of death, the other cannot ask about life expectancy, and the third must be asked to leave, breaking any of them will have uncontrollable consequences.
In particular, the third item is the most serious. If the pen fairy is called, if it cannot be invited away, it will stay by the side until it occupies the body of the game participant, or kills the participant.
"I hope there won't be an accident." Chen Ge said silently in his heart, and put his eyes on the white paper again.
End to end, the blood-red circle is drawn in the center of the white paper.
"Looks like it has heard me, it's time for me to ask questions."
Chen Ge was only here to complete the black phone mission. He didn't want to do anything bizarre. If he angered the other party, he would suffer in the end.
"It's a rare opportunity to successfully summon the pen fairy." After thinking for a while, Chen Ge said the biggest doubt in his heart: "Pixian, pen fairy, do you know where my parents went?"
In the previous nightmare difficulty task - bathtub game, the person Chen Ge wanted to see most was his parents, but he didn't get his wish, but this at least showed that his parents were not dead, they were just missing.
Chen Ge really wanted to know the answer to this question, but what he didn't expect at all was that after he asked this question, the pen in his palm trembled slightly, and even thin cracks appeared on the barrel of the pen.
This is different from the scene he imagined just now: "Is the question I asked that difficult?"
After two or three minutes, Chen Ge felt that the room seemed to be a little brighter, the pen in his hand started to turn again, and he drew another circle on the white paper.
"What do you mean? I skipped it?" Chen Ge looked at the two circles on the white paper, and probably understood what the pen fairy meant. It was embarrassing, and it didn't know the answer to this question.
"Bixian's reaction just now was very strange. It seems that the disappearance of my parents is not simple." Chen Ge was silent for a moment, apart from this question, he really couldn't think of anything else to ask: "Forget it, whatever. Ask one, and quickly end this side quest."
The chill on his arms had spread to his shoulders, and as the game progressed, Chen Ge felt that half of his body was numb, and he couldn't control it.
"Then let me change the question, pen fairy, pen fairy, can you tell me who my future wife is?"
The tip of the pen trembled, the light of the flashlight flickered a few times, as if something had passed by, and the atmosphere in the room became tense again.
The window frames creaked, fine raindrops fell into the house, lightning split the night sky, and at a certain moment, four shadows were reflected on the wall.
With the palm of his hand in a virtual grip, the pen in Singer Chen moved again.
The blood-red handwriting appeared on the white paper, stroke by stroke, and soon the first word was finished.
"Xu? Is it Xu Wan?" Chen Ge was really curious this time. The pen in his hand didn't stop, and he started writing the next Chinese character after the last stroke of the previous character.
But halfway through writing, the ballpoint pen suddenly stopped moving.
"what happened?"
Chen Ge watched everything passively. He didn't exert any force at all, but the pen in his palm began to tremble violently, and more and more cracks appeared on it.
"Bah!"
There seemed to be several different forces fighting in the gloomy bedroom. The ballpoint pen couldn't bear the pressure, and the top of the barrel was completely cracked.
One of the parties seemed to choose to compromise, and then Chen Ge saw an extremely astonishing scene.
The pen in his hand made a cross on the character "Xu" he had written before, and then he wrote another name in the blank space next to it!
"Zhang… Ya?"
The blood-red name was neatly written on the white paper, and Chen Ge didn't even know what to say when he saw it: "Bixian, are you sure this is what you wanted to write at the beginning?"
There was no response, and the cold feeling on Chen Ge's arm disappeared: "Bixian, are you still there? Please draw a circle when you hear it."
The cold feeling completely subsided, and the room returned to normal. It seems that the pen fairy should leave without saying goodbye, but Chen Ge recited a sentence according to the game requirements for the sake of safety: "Pixian, you are my past life, I am In your life, if you want to go, please come back."
At the end of the game, Chen Ge stood up from the chair. As soon as he let go, the ballpoint pen in his palm cracked and broke into several pieces, which looked very miserable.
"The pen fairy game I play doesn't seem to be the same as others."
Chen Ge picked up the mobile phone next to him. He was very surprised to find that the popularity of his live broadcast room had inexplicably exceeded 20,000, which was a brand new record for him.