Quiet...
The only four living people on the thirteenth floor looked at each other at this moment. The only ones with better psychological endurance were their expressions of lividness and silence, like the performers of Han Bolin and Baimei who had not undergone the task of baptism. At this moment, they are already heartbroken. Especially Han Bolin has collapsed in the corner at this time, muttering in his mouth, I don't know what he is muttering.
Wu Cheng broke the silence at this moment. He walked slowly from the corner of the wall to the middle of the corridor, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go, get out of here..."
His voice did not fluctuate at all, because it is useless to think about other things now. If this is a solvable task, maybe this is not the time to despair, but this is the curse brought by the unsolvable evil spirit. So doing everything is in vain.
According to the normal situation, perhaps this eyeball curse will not cause a devastating blow before the mission starts. If you really want to see life and death, you should still keep it until the mission starts. All they can do now is to live. Simply live!
If there is really a trace of fantasy, then this fantasy can only be pinned on "Zero". He has the ability to resist evil spirits. Although he does not know the true or false, he does not know to what extent he can do it, but his current situation is the only one. Only zero can ask for help.
But until now, the two groups of executors have not seen Zero at all, let alone negotiate with him.
Wu Cheng's heart was covered with a layer of gray. If he is a healthy body, with a white eyebrow mind, and Han Bolin's replacement status, the team of three of them takes the initiative to join zero, he believes there is hope.
But now he can't bet, there are four executors, his team occupy three people, all suffering from curses, the ending is out of control, without any solution, what ability does he have to trade with zero...
Thinking of this, Wu Cheng, who has always been silent, also lost a trace of will to resist. His eyes looked around in front of each executor, sighed, and slowly walked into the corridor...
Just as Wu Cheng thought, everyone now knows that they are hopeless and all they can do is wait until the mission starts, the curse breaks out, and everyone's death ends. Remember URL
Wuming's never-changing face also had a haze. He spread out his hands blankly. There was nothing on the callused palms, and he seemed to be unable to grasp anything. This was the only thing he entered into the newspaper. There was no hope for the future at one time.
But his posture carries a sense of ease and relief. Maybe he was just struggling instinctively before. This time it may be due to fate. It is time for everyone to come to an end...
He walked most of the deep apartment, but did not find Song Zhuoming's figure. Maybe this young man exists on the upper floor, maybe he does not exist in this day world, or maybe he is already dead...
And Wuming, not far from that step...
This is the death knell of the doomsday. As early as when the mission was released, it had already sounded in everyone's mind. He didn't know the situation of the first batch. If they were to survive, they might not be lucky. Maybe Rong Chuansan People have also been targeted by evil spirits.
Entering the comment conditions of the task in advance, it can be determined from this moment that this is a trap, a process by which the evil spirits brand the soul of each executor.
No one can escape the curse without the evil spirit.
Wuming has no regrets, he slowly retracted his hands and looked at the deep corridor in front of him. Although there is noon sunshine here, it represents endless seclusion and profoundness in his eyes. He does not regret becoming Xu Lang and Yan. The pawn in the strategy, this is his volition.
Because he also wants to live, and now he can guess that even if Xu Lang and Yan Yan did not come to Shenshen's apartment, there is not much difference.
If it's not zero, eight of the ten executors have been branded by the evil spirits, how good will the remaining two end up
It is very likely that they will encounter the alternative favor of evil spirits. The ending of these two people will not be inferior to Wuming and Song Zhuoming, it will only be worse!
"Let's go..."
Bai Mei helped Han Bolin's limp body up. Even though he had never seen this partner directly, his thoughts before this moment were not important, and there would be no major events after life and death.
Han Bolin’s psychological defense seems to be broken. He burst into tears at the moment. He is just a newcomer, an ordinary person who has never performed a task. He has never seen life or death. He was still trying to be able to meet Wu Cheng, Wuming, and Baimei before. One group felt lucky.
But now it seems that there is no luck at all in the mission. The so-called powerful existence in people's eyes is just an ant who treats the evil spirits equally. You can kill how you want.
The blue veins on his face were violent, the management of the five senses was out of control, and he roared in a rough voice: "Don't touch me!" This is a performance of his total loss of reason. Although there is no feeling on the back of his neck, he can always imagine the whiteness there. Point, maybe it has become an eyeball at this moment!
The eyeball was on the back of his neck, ready to kill him at any time. This thought could not dissipate in his mind at all. His mental state was greatly impacted, and his dementia was obviously not far away.
White eyebrows turned red, and he was angry and startled by Han Bolin's sudden explosion, but when he glared directly at him, he saw Han Bolin covering his face and crying, whispering and whispering in despair.
"I'm dead...I'm dead..."
The fire that had just risen from the white eyebrows had to be swallowed. Han Bolin's performance was very normal. He was much more flesh and blood than these people. As a newcomer, he never thought of passing the moment of desperation...
It's just that he doesn't know that things will come so quickly, and there will be no turning points.
"Let's go, brother..." Bai Mei stretched out his hand again, held Han Bolin's shoulders, and picked him up from the ground. Feeling his trembling all over, he sighed and said: "Now go, we can live for two more days. I’m afraid I’ll die soon if I stay here..."
Han Bolin raised his head with tearful eyes, and looked at Baimei blankly: "Baimei, do we still have a chance to turn... Is there really nothing to do?"
"Wait, let's leave the apartment first." Bai Mei is prevarication, in fact, he is also similar to Wu Cheng's thoughts, the only trace of hope is in zero, but on what basis do they ask for zero to pay the price to save them .
The transaction is based on the premise that both parties are valuable. Now they have lost even the last available value...
Stepping on the corridor again this time, the scenes of each floor remained the same, and it was not affected by what was just now. Perhaps only the thirteenth floor was special, but they walked on the hard steps with completely opposite moods.
The initial courage and advancement have now become despair and retreat.
The previous ominous premonition of Wu Cheng standing in the drizzle was successfully confirmed. They had nothing to gain, and they lost out!
Until the four executors walked down the fifth floor, and when the nameless walked on the fourth floor, one of them inadvertently raised his head and subconsciously glanced at the gold floor number on the wall, and his body suddenly stopped.
This floor that was supposed to be "4" has become "5"...
There is no difference between all this and what happened to Rong Chuan and the others last night. The only difference is that Wuming deliberately carefully observed it on the fourth floor when he went upstairs.
Twenty minutes ago, the real, or the number "4" on the fourth floor did not disappear, but when they were evacuating the deep apartment, the fourth floor disappeared again.
And it's still that inexplicable space paradox. Although the fourth floor disappears, their memories and hearts still feel that they are still on the eighteen floors, and the upper and lower floors are in the correct order.
There is a deviation between their subconscious mind and what they see in front of them, just like something deliberately disturbing the visual nerve and psychology.
Wuming raised his finger to the big characters on the wall and said softly: "Our previous guess was that day and night are the two worlds of the deep apartment, but the common point is that the fourth floor has indeed disappeared!"
Han Bolin lowered his head again when he heard the words. This discovery was useless for him. Anyway, it was also an unsolvable task. The difference between knowing more and less was not big.
Wu Cheng looked over with his eyebrows, and he still had a glimmer of hope deep in his heart. If he could get deeper clues, could he get in touch with Zero by way of clue exchange, and then trade...
"The day scene we see and the night scene seen by Rong Chuan and others are two completely different spaces, and the methods of killing are also inconsistent. This is a very fragmented discovery, but the common point is that Whether it is night or day, the fourth floor has disappeared. Does this mean anything..." Wu Cheng said after thinking about it a little while walking down.
The pictures of the floors they saw had already deviated from the feelings in their minds. After they left the fourth floor, they walked the third and second floors to the first floor, but they thought they had actually walked the fourth floor. …
This is the paradox of space, the blur of the line of sight and somatosensory, which cannot be judged.
"No! Except for the disappearing floor, we also found one thing in common. The old man appeared in the night and day, and he was inhumane!" White eyebrows added in a deep voice from behind.
After thinking about it for a while, Wu Cheng said, "In this way, we can barely find nothing..."
The evacuation of the four executors did not unexpectedly encounter any obstacles. They left the noisy and bright world in this way. They walked out of the apartment and returned to the dim June 15th, 2016, when the time on the watch. It was 10:55 in the morning, and they did complete the action within half an hour.
But these four people were soaked in the drizzle, and their wet faces were full of despair, gray, and a trace of embarrassment after defeat.
At the same time, in the unknown floor and unknown room deep in the apartment, an old figure knelt on the ground, with his dry palms firmly covering his chest, and the wrinkled sallow skin was full of pain. There was a trace of pure black blood on the corner of his mouth, perhaps also on his chest, but it was completely absorbed by the black suit, and he couldn't see it clearly with the naked eye.
Next to him, in a room with clear windows and clean windows, it was supposed to be a place for ordinary household goods. At this moment, there are several watercolor paper figures slantingly placed. The colorful paper figures stand behind the old man, dead Staring at him, if you draw the eyes, it will definitely make people feel peeped.
The old man seemed to have exhausted all his strength, the blue veins on his neck bulged, his right eye looked like a milky white film, extremely muddy, but the only left eye that could see things looked straight at the ceiling, his fist clenched all the time. , Slowly release.
Three old copper plates fell off along his palm and hit the ground. Two of them whirled on the floor and fell to the ground, while the other one turned into a pair of dark copper at this moment. Crumbs.
He ignored the fall of the copper coin, and after staring at the ceiling for a long time, suddenly his chest rose and fell more and his pale face showed a sickly redness. He poured rough breath and waved his hands weakly, as if he could not breathe. Seeking something in a hurry.
With his hands shaking constantly, he slowly took out a stack of black cigarette paper from the pocket of his clothes, and forcefully removed a piece of cigarette paper and twisted it in his hand. The uncontrollable hands had already crushed a corner of the cigarette paper and removed it from A white porcelain jar was grabbed on the table.
The old man lifted the lid, put two slender fingers in, twisted a handful of bone-white powder, stuffed it into the cigarette paper, and quickly wrapped it into a cigarette.
Bah!
The match had a strong pungent smell, and the cigarette was lit. The old man held the black cigarette to his mouth and snorted, finally his chest no longer fluctuated sharply, and his breathing gradually stabilized, his only left eye , Shining brightly.
The strange smell of smoke permeated, and the old man's voice was a bit hoarse, like a stone eroded by the wind, rough and dry.
"Two days and one night, I went from the original 15th floor to the eleventh floor all the way... I broke a copper plate today, and if I continue like this, I won't survive the mission..."
After that, he slowly turned around and looked at a paper man placed in the corner. This paper man is very eye-catching in this pile, because it is pure black and old-fashioned, looking at it from a certain angle. , And the old man has a look like it! (End of this chapter)