Wuming pushed the door out of the room with all his energy, the sunlight flooded the corridor, and the silence from the beginning in the trance became very noisy.
When he went out with a knife, a playful little boy hurried past him, but immediately stopped again, pinching his nose and crossing his head to look towards Wuming.
Wuming stared at him with squinted eyes, and slightly raised his hand holding the handle of the knife. He was a little bit murderous now.
At the moment when the sun appeared, he felt the change of himself, he was at a loss by the mutation of the world. When Wu Cheng, Lili, and the hostess appeared one after another, he began to think about the sentence zero said. words.
What is the true meaning of the phrase "don't care about anything, do nothing".
Xu Lang's understanding is that he doesn't trust, and he leaves time to continue to observe, and the nameless choice is proof!
He was going to confirm whether this sentence was true, so he used the most extreme method to kill all the living people in the room!
If he can not die, then it proves that all the previous things are likely to be a dream, a daydream dream!
From the result, Zero seemed to lie to him. After he killed the living in the room, his age returned to reality, but at the moment he opened the door, he fell into a daze again.
After Wu Cheng died, he thought he had successfully awakened from the hallucinations, but the noisy corridors and non-existent residents appeared, including the little boy in front of him, looking at him.
Wuming was full of bloody blood, but the little boy did not seem to have any fear. Instead of running away, he returned to look at him, as if to say something. This situation gave him a deeper understanding of the deep apartment during the day. , But also fell into a deeper mist.
"Uncle, your body is dirty, give you a handkerchief."
Ignoring the golden knife in Wuming's hand, the little boy stepped forward, stretched out his little hand and handed out a pure white handkerchief, his eyes were as clear as a Wang Qingquan.
But Wuming watched this scene coldly, without saying a word, he was thinking about whether to make things more extreme...
He wanted to confirm whether the unity and friendship in front of him in the 2004 deep and deep apartment was an illusion in the end.
He didn't take the handkerchief, and the little boy looked at the nameless eyes and seemed to feel the chill radiating from him, but his eyes started to flush slightly, and tears rolled in his eye sockets, his eyes looked pitiful Praying.
If it is for another person, he will definitely be pity and love, and will never do any harm to him, or even his mind.
Unfortunately, what stood in front of him was the nameless. This cold-blooded machine, the little boy's behavior was in a sense too false and too high-profile.
Wuming feels that everything is just an illusion, and catching up with this mission is called a daydream. It is difficult for him not to link the two together. The tip of his knife began to stick forward, but the little boy did not look like a Like a living person, he didn't hide, but on the contrary, his trembling little hand stretched forward, seeming to be trying to wipe the blood from Wuming.
The knife is getting closer and the nameless eyes are getting colder and colder. He is ready to kill every false occupant from the top to the bottom of the deep apartment in the daytime, and he will not be able to get rid of the illusion. .
At this moment, he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, approaching quickly from bottom to top, which interrupted his actions.
And then he felt one more hand on his body, he took a step backwards suddenly, and looked down to see that the little boy took the initiative to wipe the blood for him. The well-behaved look was very innocent, but he also let him Wuming was even more disgusted, and he was about to kill the little boy with a knife in his backhand.
But afterwards, he screamed his actions to a halt!
"stop!"
Wuming stared at his eyebrows, and a figure in black appeared in the corridor. He was familiar with this person, but he didn't expect to meet him in the corridor at this time.
"Strictly?"
The person who came was Yan Yan. He rushed to stop Wuming before he started killing again. Seeing the blood stains on Wuming's body, Yan Yan was shocked. He set his sights on the little boy again. He stepped forward and stopped. The boy took the handkerchief in his hand and let him go home.
Seeing the little boy leaving, Yan Yan handed the handkerchief to the nameless hand and frowned and asked, "How did you make it like this?"
Namelessly, he took the handkerchief and glanced at the back of the little boy's departure. Then he pushed the door behind him, and a big bloody smell came immediately, making Yan Yan's complexion a little green.
After he went in and took a look, he was a little shocked in confusion: "You killed Wu Cheng?"
Wuming wiped the blood on his body and said softly: "I suspect that all of this is an illusion. It is reflected in a daydream. If you do nothing, you will not be able to break this magic barrier."
Yan Yan was stunned for a moment, "What do you mean by this?"
This time it was Wuming's turn to be a little stunned. He carefully looked at it from head to toe and said solemnly: "You weren't dragged into twelve years ago?"
Yan Yan glanced around, and the surrounding environment and the residents were clearly twelve years ago, so there should be something else that Wuming said. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "You tell me your experience again."
He looked at him weirdly, and finally recounted all the things after sunrise.
Yan Yan frowned as he listened, because since the sunrise, the room hasn't changed at all. Everything in the room is still the same as in 2016, but Wuming has experienced younger age and more "relatives", even Wu Chengdu. Become a role-playing member and appeared in his room.
He didn't know if this was an individual case or a commonality. He took out his cell phone somewhat confused and sent a group text message to ask the surviving performer about his experience at this time.
After a short while, Rong Chuan, Bai Mei, and Wu Cheng responded to the text messages. They were all experiencing the same thing, but none of them killed out of the room like Wuming. They all adopted the plan of tactics and watched the development of things. .
Then Xu Lang’s text message was also sent, and the text message contained only one sentence: “There was a change in the room, and the role-playing began. I lived in the same room with Wu Cheng and became a'father and son'. purpose."
Wuming saw this scene, even if there was a shock in his heart, it was not special that everyone was role-playing, but now a common executor appeared in all the five rooms!
Wu Cheng!
And his identity is very special, the role of father in the first version of the Day Murder case represents the culprit of the killing!
The nameless brain capacity is not enough. He just had a conjecture about hallucinations, but now it seems that things are not so simple. Wu Cheng's speciality may be explained by the curse of the eyeballs. He was first selected by the day evil spirit.
But he suddenly raised his head, looked at Yan Yan, and said in a deep voice: "All the performers present are involved in role-playing, why are you okay?"
Yan Yan, became an outsider in the day homicide...
This also made him puzzled. Yan Yan looked at the content of the text message and said softly: "Perhaps because I didn't enter the apartment in advance, so I was not selected by the evil spirit..."
Namelessly, he glanced at him suspiciously and said nothing more. Since Yan Yan is an outsider in the apartment during the day, it will be more convenient for him to act.
After thinking about it this way, he thought of a thought, so he said softly: "You are an executor outside of your body, so if you enter other rooms of the executors, what will happen?"
After Yan Yan heard the words, he thought about the feasibility of this idea.
But in the end he chose to shake his head: "No..."
"why?"
"Do you remember what happened when you entered room 1301. At that time, you were also outsiders, but the residents in the room immediately committed suicide after entering, and you were infected with the eyeball curse!"
Anonymous didn’t understand this sentence very well: “Did we not be calculated by the evil spirits at that time?”
"Not necessarily..." Yan Yan's voice was a little low, "Whether it was calculated by the evil spirits, or your arbitrarily appearing to break the original situation, resulting in an abnormal change, is still unknown..."
"Then what are you going to do next?"
Yan Yan raised his head to look at Wuming, and asked indifferently: "Are you living in 1402..."
Wuming Wenyan frowned. He did not answer the words of Yan Yan, but turned to look at the door behind him. The house number there is no longer the "1502" where he lived yesterday but has become "1402". "!
Wuming was caught off guard by this change. He couldn't understand why the floor was changed overnight!
It was at this moment that he finally remembered Zero’s words that told him to pack things in advance, "Is this what he meant..."
Wuming raised his head toward Yan Yan, motioning him to follow him, and the two quickly walked towards the corridor, and the floor where Wuming was located became the fourteenth floor.
"The room I was assigned to last night was 1502. After sunrise, I fell to 1402... I dropped a floor, and I didn't feel it!" Wuming realized it completely and said in a deep voice.
Yan Yan blinked when he heard the words, he looked at Wuming and asked, "Do you know other people's floor rooms?"
Wuming thought about it briefly and said, "I know Xu Lang is at 1302, Zero is at 1108, Baimei is at 1502, and the remaining three people don't know!"
"Let's go and see."
On the twelfth floor, the room "1202", which had no engraved symbols, suddenly appeared at this moment. This is Xu Lang's location; Baimei's original room appeared in "1402"; going down again, the original "1108" There is no "O" symbol on the wall, but the remaining half of the "1111" symbol on the same floor is still there.
And in the "1008" room on the tenth floor, an "O" appeared, and it was the only room on this floor with a symbol engraved.
Yan Yan and Wuming stood in the corridor on this floor, silent.
"Could it be that your room 701 did not fall down?"
Yan Yan heard the nameless question, and suddenly chuckled, "The 6, 5, and 4 below me were all swallowed. If I dropped it again, it should have fallen to the third floor. But when I went out, I didn't notice any changes on the floor.
The nameless demeanor seemed a little surprised. He couldn't believe that the evil spirit could be so kind. He looked at Yan Yan suspiciously for a long time. His particularity can only be attributed to not entering the apartment in advance.
Yan Yan looked at the men and women of different colors walking around, with a slight ups and downs, and finally looked at the floor below, thinking to himself.
"Sure enough, I was able to escape from the face of the evil spirit yesterday, not because of luck, but because it would not attack me... I was an outsider in the day and night, so I was lucky for this mission. After the big mold, the most powerful evil spirit that devours the floor in the deep apartment should take me as the first target!
To prove this, we only need to see if this evening, whether the seventh floor where I am will also be swallowed! "
Wuming quietly looked at Yan Yan in his thoughts, and slowly asked: "Since you are not going to break into the daydreams of other executors, what are you going to do?"
Yan Yan smiled indifferently, glanced around, and said: "My particularity is likely to affect the most terrifying evil spirit at the root of this mission. In other words, my responsibility is to face the paradox of space!"
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