At 10 o'clock in the evening, everyone could not stay in the house, so they simply went to the corridor to breathe and cool down.
Since knowing that the top of the Tongzilou is slowly gathering inward, everyone feels that the entrance of the patio above has become cramped and narrow, and every time they look up, there is a sense of suffocation.
Sha Liu, Qiu Lu and Xin Miao, the three girls gathered by the fence, nervously discussing something.
"I always feel that Salix is not normal." Ke Xun shook the big fan and stared at the three girls not far away.
"Speaking of it, I have experienced the last painting. If you want to say nervous, no one is nervous, but her previous performance was not like this." Wei Dong looked at Sha Liu coldly, and always felt that this girl was a bit scary.
This is indeed the case. The so-called nature is hard to change. When people face terrorist events, they often show their truest selves. When Shaliu faced the black corpse sky, he was not panicked and scared. However, it is the rare calm of young girls, as well as the effort to protect themselves.
In the afternoon, when everyone was discussing "Bamboo Shoots Breaking the Ground", she was a little out of control. She heard the NPC's new instructions during dinner, and she was even more impatient. I don't know if she found something or had another purpose.
Sha Liu's eyes were also on Ke Xun's side at this time, but his words didn't stop: "In short, once the ground breaking is completed, we all have to die."
Qiu Lu was a little anxious: "I said these words at the dinner table just now, I want to ask, is there anything else?"
Shaliu looked like he was hesitant to say anything: "I didn't hide it from you. After all, everyone didn't think of a solution, and I was afraid that I would scare you again."
"Everyone knows that, this is fair!" Qiu Lu said hurriedly, and Xin Miao nodded straight beside him.
Sha Liu looked up at the top of the patio, and seemed to summon up a lot of courage: "Do you remember the disappearance of the stairs the night before yesterday?"
When the two heard this, they both looked at the direction of the stairwell with lingering fears.
"Brother Mu thinks that the sudden shrinkage of the entrance of the patio may be related to the incident tonight." Sha Liu's hand on the railing trembled lightly, obviously also afraid.
Xin Miao was stunned: "You, you mean, the change of the patio entrance is actually the same as the disappearance of the stairs?"
Shaliu nodded with difficulty: "Brother Mu analyzed it like this, but he just mentioned it casually and didn't say much."
Xin Miao's face was as pale as paper: "Brother Mu is very accurate every time... What should we do, the whole building will kill us!"
Qiu Lu was too frightened to speak, and it took a long time to say: "If the tube building is closed, then the monster will be a turtle in the urn for us."
"I don't know how that ghost in 307 is going to harm people, won't he really chop us into mincemeat!" Xin Miao began to develop horror associations.
"Maybe it's not as intuitive and simple as we thought, just like the white woman last night... Who would have thought that Slender Bamboo would die in such a way..." Sha Liu said with difficulty what happened last night.
Xin Miao was so frightened that she kept shivering: "402 is the only one left for me. I don't want someone to design a method of death. If I encounter something like the thin bamboo last night, I'd rather kill me first!"
"But we'd better not touch the rigid conditions of NPCs, otherwise, like Tina and Chitiao, they will die suddenly and uncontrollably." Sha Liu analyzed.
The other two girls also thought she was right, and also admitted that Sha Liu was the smartest among the three girls. Qiu Lu asked directly, "Do you have any good ideas?"
Shaliu sighed: "I can think of that stupid way, jumping out of the window if it doesn't work... After all, there is a concrete wall outside, so we don't count as escaping to the outside world... Besides, we live on the fourth floor, so it's not necessarily guaranteed. fall to death..."
The two girls thought for a while in silence, and Qiu Lu's eyes lit up slightly: "The NPC's original words are: Don't go out! If we go out through the window, is it considered a loophole in the text?"
Sha Liu looked at Qiu Lu: "What you said makes sense. The concierge only said don't go out, but he didn't say don't jump out of the window."
Xin Miao was still afraid: "That's like jumping between the outer wall and the concrete wall!"
Sha Liu and Qiu Lu were very calm: "We went to the gate this afternoon to see it. Every day at 5 o'clock in the afternoon, there will be an hour of opening time for those who buy food or get off work to enter and exit - there is an empty space between the concrete wall and the outer wall. Yes, that passage leads directly to the outside."
"But… "
"This is also a very helpless solution. If you really encounter a situation like yesterday's Shouzhu, or a situation more unbearable than that..." Qiu Lu frowned, "It's better to jump out of the window, die or live. just live."
In front of Qiu Lu's decision, Xin Miao also nodded.
Shaliu said nothing.
The voice of the concierge came from the courtyard downstairs: "Go back to the house, the lights are about to be turned off!"
Everyone had to go back to their houses and continue to face the darkness and all unknowns.
After returning to 411, Ke Xun suddenly found that the curtains were missing from the small window facing the corridor: "Who took our curtains off?"
Mu Yiran's voice was calm: "There are no curtains in every room, it should be made by NPCs."
Ke Xun looked at the bucket placed in the corner of the bedroom. It was estimated that the NPC had taken the curtains away while the urinal was draining.
In order to avoid embarrassment, Ke Xun hardly drank much water, and drank very little porridge at night, while Mu Yiran didn't even drink porridge.
The two had slept enough at noon, and were sitting on the bed at this time.
"Tonight, like Ya Fen, will this person have a walking route?" Ke Xun recalled Ya Fen last night. No matter which floor he was on, he walked counterclockwise.
"Maybe there are rules here." Mu Yiran glanced at the unobstructed window. The moonlight was so bright tonight that he could even see the railings in the corridor.
Ke Xun likes to listen to Mu Yiran's speech in such a dark night, his voice is never slow, and there is mellowness in the coldness: "According to the rules of last night, after Yafen came out from 410, he never rang 410 again. The door should be the same tonight."
Ke Xun hadn't thought about it so carefully before: "It seems that the people from 307 should not turn around to knock on their door, but go directly to other houses. The 309 where Shouzhu and the others live, has already received the keys, and now it is Empty rooms, that is, 307 people will go directly to the fourth floor.”
In an environment like the fourth floor, it would be fake to not be nervous when discussing such a thing, but Ke Xun sat next to Mu Yiran, and somehow felt very at ease.
Mu Yiran's voice sounded again: "If the person in 307 is also going counterclockwise, then he will go up the stairs between 305 and 304, and after reaching the fourth floor, he will go counterclockwise to 402."
Ke Xun's voice picked up: "If the person is clockwise in the opposite direction, then he will go upstairs from the stairs between 308 and 309, and when he goes up the fourth floor, he will come to 410 clockwise."
No matter how you judge, 411 will not be the first.
It's a bit cruel to say, but there will always be an example to let people know what kind of person came out of 307, what he will do to these people, whether he will knock on the door politely first like Yafen did last night.
A coughing sound came from outside, and the voice was a little old.
"Wang Fu—" A shout suddenly sounded, startling people.
Ke Xun and Mu Yi got out of bed at the same time and found a suitable angle to look at the window, so that they could see the outside, and would not push the whole body to the window.
A staggering old man appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor. His legs seemed to be lame and his body was stooped. He was holding a basin in his hand, and the other hand seemed to be stirring something in the basin.
This person is exactly the same as what Qin Ci described before.
"Wang Fu - Wang Fu - go home -" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but he was still trying his best to shout, as if calling for a child who had not returned home.
The old man staggered forward in a counterclockwise direction, tapped the basin with the things in his hand, and made a bang bang bang: "Wang Fu - dinner is ready - let's go back -"
The old man was groping for something on his chest, and soon a sharp whistle sounded, which seemed to be blowing the whistle hanging on his chest, and the whistle blew into a rhythm. Prosperous".
The old man finally stopped in front of door 402, no longer whistled or shouted hoarsely, just stood quietly at door 402.
This stagnation makes people feel a sense of inexplicable depression.
In the end, the old man broke the silence and tapped the basin in his hand, and then tapped again, gradually turning into a frantic and angry beating. The bang bang bang sounded like some kind of spell in the night, trying to summon some kind of beast.
"Wangfu! Come out! Come out quickly!" The old man's voice was very anxious, and he was lying on the window of 402, knocking on the window with the things in his hand: "Come out, Wangfu!"
This nervous roaring and beating lasted for about ten minutes before it slowly ended.
It is hard to imagine what kind of psychological pressure Xin Miao, who lives alone in 402, has endured just now.
The old man seemed to be tired, dragged his heavy steps and continued to advance counterclockwise, knocking on the pot or blowing a whistle every few steps.
After a while, the desperate scream sounded again: "Wangfu-Wangfu-go back-"
In counter-clockwise order, the next gate is 411.
"Don't get too close." Mu Yiran went back to the bed and sat down, and Ke Xun also sat back softly.
The angle chosen by the two is towards the window, and it should be difficult to see the people inside from the outside.
"Wangfu, don't be naughty, come out!" The old man's voice came to the window of 411 like a nightmare.
The windows were banged hard, with angry bangs.
Only then did Ke Xun vaguely see that the old man was holding something like a big iron spoon.
The window rang for a long time, and every sound felt like the glass was about to shatter, but it didn't.
"Wang Fu! Wang Fu!! Wang Fu!!!" The old man's voice became more and more impatient, and when his emotions reached the extreme, he actually let out a burst of crying, "Come back—"
With this cry, the scene in front of the window changed drastically.
Ke Xun could feel Mu Yiran beside him stiffen as well - the entire window was filled with a huge face, that face belonged to an old man, wrinkled and unshaven.
What makes people even more uncomfortable is the expression on this face, it is a look of grief, holding back the tears in her eyes, biting her lips tightly, her whole face trembling...
"Wangfu! Go home!" the giant crying face begged, showing haggard in his shabby.
Ke Xun and Mu Yiran sat motionless.
The huge face no longer made a sound, but it moved closer to the front. The cloudy eyes tried their best to look in. Some gray eyes rolled around, as if trying to see every corner of the room.
The huge face, the constantly spinning eyes, and the spouting breath form a huge oppression and terror.
Ke Xun avoided looking at the giant face in the window, closed his eyes gently, and imagined himself as a piece of furniture, a stone.
After a long time, the old man finally blew his whistle and knocked on the window of the next 410 house with the iron spoon in his hand...
Mu Yiran quietly walked to the window and watched silently for a long time.
The old man in 410 was still the same as before. When his emotions reached a certain peak, he began to knock on the window frantically, roaring, crying, cursing...
After it was over, the old man staggered upstairs.
Mu Yiran then gently returned to the bedside: "From the outside, the person's overall body shape has not changed. The giant face in front of the window just now should be a kind of field or..."
"Magic realism style." Ke Xun summed it up.
Mu Yiran actually nodded: "That makes sense."