"This dormitory is not the same as the previous ones." Zhu Jianing stood at the door of the dormitory, looking like he was ready to run back at any time: "It feels a bit like an escape room. The clues to the exit are probably hidden here, right?"
"I don't know, it's the first time I've seen a haunted house with such a high degree of freedom. The owner is so hearty, and he's not afraid of tourists." Fei Youliang walked to the chair and picked up the pieces of white paper. When will I die? How will I die? Who will be next to die
"Looking at this scene is a bit like a pen fairy game, but..." Fei Youliang looked at the ballpoint pen wrapped with scotch tape on the chair again: "Is this pen too weird?"
"Is there any mechanism?" Zhu Jianing also came over, took the ballpoint pen in his hand, pressed it hard a few times, and almost broke the pen's barrel: "It seems to be an ordinary pen."
"Do you remember what the owner of the haunted house said before he came in?"
"There are four small scenes in the haunted house, and you must experience them all before you can get clues about the exit."
"Yes, the clues to the exit are hidden in four small scenes. Let's look for it. From my experience, there should be keys and notes in this bedroom."
The bedroom is not big, and the two of them searched every corner and found no hints.
"This haunted house is a bit difficult, and the design is very clever." Fei Youliang laid the white paper in his hand on the table, three pieces of paper were written on, only one was blank: "Do you have to experience a pen once? Immortal game, can you know the answer?"
"It's not good to play the pen fairy game in a haunted house." Zhu Jianing looked at the questions on the white paper and was a little flustered.
"Among the four small scenes in the haunted house, this one looks simpler. Don't use it as a breakthrough. Are you going to go back to that classroom to find clues?" Fei Youliang waved his hand impatiently: "Besides, do you really think that There is a pen fairy in this world? Come here quickly, try it once, if you can't, go straight."
He didn't know what went wrong, he always felt uncomfortable, the negative emotions that had been suppressed in his heart were stimulated, and he had the urge to destroy everything.
Zhu Jianing reluctantly walked to the opposite side of Fei Youliang, and the two stood on either side of the chair.
"But I don't know the process of the game."
"Don't worry, I've watched a lot of movies about pen fairy, and I tried it a few times at home a long time ago. They were all lies. This game can be explained by science." Fei Youliang held the pen vertically and hovered over On the only blank piece of paper: "Your fingers go between mine, clasp the barrel, and don't worry about anything."
"Okay." Zhu Jianing trusted Fei Youliang, squatted on the side of the chair and held the ballpoint pen in the middle: "Then what?"
"Just keep quiet." Fei Youliang wrote the words yes and no on the white paper, and when there was no more noise in the girls' dormitory, he said softly, "Pixian, Penxian, you are mine. In the past life, I was your present life, if you want to come, draw a circle on the paper."
As soon as he finished speaking, the half-open door of the dormitory was suddenly blown by a gust of wind.
The dilapidated door slowly opened, and outside was a dead corridor.
Zhu Jianing shuddered and shrank toward the room.
"Don't move." Fei Youliang stared at the tip of the pen, his body like a stone statue.
The yin wind lingered in the bedroom, the waste paper on the ground scratched against the calf, as if someone had scratched it with a fingernail, the temperature dropped, and the chill spread up along the ankle.
Keeping the same action and in a state of high tension, the human senses will become more sensitive, which is undoubtedly a torture for the two who are playing the pen fairy game.
The dilapidated girls' dormitory seemed to have darkened a bit, and the stained sheets had been touched by something, as if someone was crawling out from under the bed.
After about ten seconds, the arms of the two of them hovering in the air began to vibrate slightly, and the tip of the pen also left a series of disconnected dots on the white paper.
"Isn't the pen fairy coming?" Zhu Jianing asked after enduring it for a long time. He really couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere.
"Many movies say that the time to invite a pen fairy is ten minutes. If there is no response within ten minutes, it means a failure. However, this thing is originally a fiction. Many times the reason why gamers think that the pen fairy appears is actually a It's a psychological effect." Fei Youliang motioned him to wait patiently: "This place is one of the four scenes that the owner of the haunted house said, we will do as he asks and see what new tricks he can play."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ballpoint pen in his hand swayed slightly, and both of them noticed it.
"Did you move?"
In unison, the two of them looked at each other and saw a hint of surprise on each other's faces.
"It's not me." Zhu Jianing hurriedly denied that, before he could get out of the fear brought by those eyes, he encountered this again and looked nervous: "Youliang, you don't think it's really a pen fairy, right? "
"Impossible. The pen fairy game only uses the environment and game methods to bring psychological cues. The game time is deliberately arranged for a long time. The arms are hanging in the air, and the breathing and pulse will shake involuntarily, so this happens." Fei. Youliang seems to be trying to convince himself, and added: "People imagine that the pen is moving by themselves in the subconscious, and the subconscious will affect the subjective judgment."
That is, just after he finished speaking, the pen in his hand moved again, this time it was very obvious.
The two looked at each other and looked at the white paper at the same time. The scattered dots on the paper were connected by a line, which just happened to draw an irregular circle.
"Damn it! It seems to be coming!" Zhu Jianing wanted to pull his hand back, but was caught by Fei Youliang at the critical moment.
"Whether it's a real pen fairy or not, keep playing."
"why?"
"If it's a real pen fairy, if you end the game without sending it away, you will be entangled by it until you die; if it's a fake pen fairy, we don't have to be afraid at all, everything is the owner of the haunted house. It’s just the arranged game session.”
"Then what do you say next?"
"Ask the question, and then send the pen fairy away." Fei Youliang was able to remain calm.
"What are you asking? Questions on the other sheets of white paper?" Zhu Jianing pointed to the sheets of white paper next to him.
"This is a trap. You must not ask about death-related things in the pen fairy game. We can just ask something irrelevant."
"Irrelevant question?"
"Just let me come." Fei Youliang grabbed Zhu Jianing's hand and didn't let go. After a pause, he motioned Zhu Jianing to keep quiet, and said softly, "Pixian, pen fairy, can you tell me my future wife? What is your name?"
Originally, he asked casually, but what Fei Youliang didn't expect was that after he said this question, the wind in the girls' bedroom suddenly stopped, and an extremely suppressed aura emanated from behind him.
The pens in their hands trembled more and more violently, and they quickly wrote three words on the white paper.
"go to hell!"