The nameless words brought everyone back to reality from the misty reasoning. As Wuming said, the storm outside the window became more intense, even more than the previous two days.
A large amount of raindrops slammed on the glass window like marbles, breaking into several petals one after another, covering the window with a water curtain, heralding the two split worlds inside and outside the window.
The moon is black and the wind is high, and the rain is pouring. It is the night of murder.
The nameless is right. It doesn’t make much sense to reason about the truth now. The first thing to face is the coming rainy night evil spirit. It is different from the daytime murder case. It does not speak any truth, does not require any reasoning and If you are resourceful, you will die when you meet.
To live through tonight, let's talk about the truth!
There are two options. One is to gather together tonight and rely on each other or entrap each other when the evil spirits strike on the rainy night; the other is to fight each other like yesterday, betting on luck, the evil spirits will not find themselves.
If you change to each previous task, you don't need to think too much, almost everyone will choose the first way.
Relying on each other does not hold true at all. Getting together has only one purpose, and that is to use the lives of other people to pave the way for one's own escape. This is also a common method used by former executors.
After all, executors without any resistance can only use the cruelest way to survive.
But things are different now...
The rainy night evil spirits don’t care about the number of people and fewer people. Judging from the deaths of Lou Yun and Han Bolin yesterday, the evil spirits chose to kill people purposefully and directionally. It didn’t kill everyone overnight, even if But it wants to do this easily. Remember URL
In other words, the target of the rainy night evil spirits has been fixed long ago, and whoever it wants to kill will die.
It's not like before, the person being targeted can use others as a surrogate for the dead. The main evidence is that every executor's death will tear his throat uncontrollably.
So, how many people stay together is useless. They can only pray that they will not be turned tonight. Praying... is the only thing the executors can do.
Among the people present, a few of them were confident.
Rong Chuan is one of the representatives, not counting John, who is undoubtedly the executor of the dead. As the last person marked by the rainy night evil spirit in advance, he is obviously the most threatened executor.
But he didn't want everyone to get together, because he himself had the support of half a rattle. With yesterday's experience, he was the only one who was not so afraid of the evil spirits of the rainy night.
What's more, the idea of getting together is nothing but courage in his opinion. Only this one function can prevent death from happening at all, so it is better to disperse separately.
In this way, he could continue to hide the rattle, but he scanned the surroundings, everyone was silent because of the nameless words, as if thinking, he did not take the initiative to speak.
The best thing is that after Xu Lang and others have finalized their dispersal, he pretends to be helpless and resigned. He must not show any sense of confidence. It is very likely that Xu Lang and Yan Yan will find that he has resisted evil spirits. Ability!
Bai Mei was the most desperate at this time. He never said a word because he knew his own destiny, his unsolvable destiny.
Looking at the eyeball curse behind him now, it should be the identity that the evil spirit gave him. From the moment he stepped into the deep apartment three days ago, he was destined to be the same ending as Wu Cheng.
Baimei looked up to the sky and sighed silently. He held a deep mind and thought that he could play a major role in the mission of the newspaper, but he didn't realize his ignorance and ignorance until he really entered the mission, especially the unsolvable mission.
Even Xu Lang and Yan Yan, these two top-notch characters were useless in this mission, and they had no resistance, let alone white eyebrows.
He was a little unwilling, but he didn't dare to speak out. He just swallowed everything into his stomach. The four people in front of him were not familiar with him, and he hadn't even spoken to any of them before entering the mission.
Wu Cheng is the only one who can be called a friend, and now he is about to follow in his footsteps.
"Me, Wu Cheng, Wuming, and Han Bolin are four clues who were selected by the evil spirits of the day in advance. Han Bolin was killed by the evil spirits of the rainy night on the first day of entering the apartment, largely because of the three-day mission. Three people are enough, so he will die early."
In the silent corridor, Bai Mei whispered, and that lonely tone was talking about his guess and cognition of the task.
"The remaining Wu Cheng, Wuming and I, today Wu Cheng has already died in order to be a clue figure, tomorrow will be one of me and Wuming, our lives are booked by the evil spirits of the day, and I and He will never be the target of the evil spirits on the rainy night."
When Bai Mei said this, he couldn't help but smile, and muttered in a voice that no one could hear: "Living one more night is a gift they gave me..."
Desperate and suppressed emotions returned in the corridor on the ninth floor. At last, Bai Mei lingered deeply on Xu Lang, Yan Yan, Rong Chuan and Wuming, the four faces for a long time, as if to remember them.
Maybe this is what Baimei saw in the last four living people.
Bai Mei retracted his gaze, then took a heavy step, and walked slowly toward the depths of the ninth floor, gradually drowning in the pure black nightmare.
His choice was to keep his promises, stay in the same room with Wu Cheng, and have a companion even if he died.
And those ancient dramas came in quietly, and along with the rhythm of the fingers tapping the wall, a sound that should have been passionate and high-pitched, came through the throat of the white eyebrows, but it was desolation and tragic.
"Wang Jiang Beisuo warships lined the river,
The east wind blew up between talking and laughing,
Millions of heroes, fireworks soaring, red through the Yangtze River..."
Bai Mei's attitude had already indicated his choice. Xu Lang stared at Rong Chuan, but he saw that the back of Bai Mei left without a word for a long time.
Wuming whispered: "Baimei's words are good, he and I will not die tonight." Then he looked at Yan Yan and shook his head.
Xu Lang knew that tonight was a hard time, and now there are four people who can be the target of rainy night evil spirits.
Rong Chuan, John, Xu Lang, and the zero, one-fourth probability...
Do not! There is no probability at all, the rainy night evil spirit wants to kill a few depends on its mood.
Xu Lang is helpless. He has no ability to prevent death. This is a game of luck. It depends on whose luck is worse.
"It doesn't matter whether I separate or not. I will go back to take care of John. If we are lucky, we will see you again this time tomorrow." Rong Chuan sighed. He was a little infected by the actions of the white eyebrows. After seeing everyone, he turned upstairs. .
"Wu Ming, you go with Xu Lang, go to the twelfth floor room and wait." Yan Yan finally walked over from the wall at this time, he looked at Xu Lang and Wu Ming and said softly.
Wuming Wenyan stood beside Xu Lang, Xu Lang nodded, and then asked, "What about you?"
Yan Yan smiled softly, and said in a flat tone: "Whether it is day or rainy night, these two evil spirits will not target me!" After saying this, the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared, and he slightly lifted his head to look towards. Some room upstairs.
"The guy who hid for a day and a night, I'm going to meet this most special executor for a while!" Yan Yan left and walked towards "1008".
"What are we going to do?"
There were only two people left on the ninth floor, Wuming turned his head to look at Xu Lang, and asked in a low voice.
Xu Lang thought for a while, walked slowly toward his room, and said as he walked: "Wu Cheng's death time is in doubt. I don't know if he died in the rainy night or at dawn."
"Oh? Did you see his body in his room?"
Xu Lang nodded, "However, there are traces of drag at the scene, and I cannot determine the time of death. This is very important. I still don't know whether he died of the rainy night evil spirit or the day evil spirit. The speculation of the three evil spirits in the deep apartment has shown signs of subversion."
Listening silently without name, without speaking, then it seemed that something was thought of, and then he said: "I heard a strange noise from downstairs last night, about an hour before dawn."
Xu Lang frowned, looked at Wuming, and motioned for him to continue.
"At that time I had just returned to my room from room zero, but the moment I opened the door, the voice downstairs was like calling or asking for help, but it was very dim. I didn't listen carefully. I was in room 1414. , The people below are you, zero and Wu Cheng. Judging from the current situation, if the call is human, only Wu Cheng!"
This is a very critical piece of information, which has once again pushed things into the worst and most chaotic form.
Xu Lang thought for a moment, "That means that there is a high probability that Wu Cheng's death will be the work of the Yuye evil spirit... But why he was killed by the Yuye evil spirit, why was he involved in the day homicide..."
The original conjecture was once again overturned by an anonymous confession.
The three evil spirits are not three forces as Xu Lang originally imagined, but now it seems that there is a deep connection between the three.
It didn't take long for Xu Lang and Wuming to return to the twelfth floor. There is no difference between Xu Lang and the previous time when Xu Lang left. The hostess and Lili who blocked the door before did not appear.
After opening the door and entering, Xu Lang looked at the empty, slightly damp room, put down the diagonally across the bag, and then sat side by side with Wuming on the ground.
Xu Lang took out his mobile phone, looked at the battery with the "charging reminder" flashing on it, plugged in the power bank, and dialed the voice conversation of Baimei on the communication software. The reason why he did not contact by phone was that he was next Maybe someone will call him.
If it’s just voice, you won’t miss a call.
After the bell vibrated a few times, the voice of Baimei rang on the other end of the phone, and Xu Lang said softly: "Tonight we will keep the call like this, and the nameless will be by my side. You and one of him will become 1301 tomorrow. The host of the tragedy, I need to judge who of you was killed at dawn or tonight."
These words are very cruel, witnessing the death of a person, and judging some things through the death of the person concerned, no one will feel too comfortable listening to it.
But Bai Mei didn't resist much. He agreed without hesitation. After all, after the long night, even if it was time for someone to die, at least they still had someone to accompany.
In fact, things were done a little bit more simply. Xu Lang could completely go to Baimei's room with Wuming, but the risk of doing so was a bit high. No one knew which evil spirit was the one who killed, how they would kill them, and how many.
Xu Lang's character is such that he doesn't dare to gamble, and there is no need to gamble. Now he has gradually accepted the situation that he guessed to be subverted.
There is a high probability that either the white eyebrows or the nameless death time will be at night. As long as the time is determined, he will know which evil spirit is attacking. There is not much difference between what he saw with his own eyes and what he heard with his own ears.
"If the rainy night evil spirit finds you, how will you spend tonight?"
I don't know how long later, in the silent room, a low-eyebrow question came from the side of the phone that was flashing fluorescent light.
"It's a big deal, I will go back in time, go back to the floor at 7:30 and fall into another space. Although I don't know how to live or die, I can at least fight for it..."
Although Xu Lang said so, he would definitely not do it unless he must die. In the deep apartment in another space, there is a more terrifying evil spirit. Although it is only a rainy night evil spirit, it is enough to kill him. At this time, looking back in time was just pouring oil to fight the fire, and he was unwilling to choose the most desperate choice.
"I really envy you, at least I can choose..."
After a sigh, the dark room fell completely into silence, and no one spoke, only the gasp, the sound of the rain hitting the window, and the sound of opera, which were meant to "borrow the east wind." (End of this chapter)