Chu Tianshu: ...
"Wait," Lin Huai said suddenly, "I have a bold idea..."
He fumbled in the package and finally pulled out a radio. The radio was stained with blood, looked old, and gave off an ominous air.
This is the tape recorder he received in the market when he entered the middle-level field camp for the first time after the copy of Simeitu. According to the seller, when using this radio, broadcasting on different channels will bring different effects—even, it is very likely to summon a ghost with bloody footprints following behind him.
In addition to this radio, Lin Huai also received a ghost mirror from that unlucky player named Du Che. Originally, he planned to try to use these props in subsequent dungeons, such as summoning a ghost from the ghost mirror to play together and relieve loneliness when a person is on vigil and feels lonely. It's a pity that illegal immigration is prohibited in the apartment building, so he had to give up this plan with difficulty in the last dungeon.
But now, he finally found a chance to use this prop... Chu Tianshu watched him take out the radio, his eyes widened: "What are you going to do with this?"
Lin Huai: "It is used to mark the route you have traveled. By the way, do you want to cover your ears first?"
Chu Tianshu:
Lin Huai pressed the power button of the radio, and the sound of "hissing" sounded throughout the space.
It was an extremely weird sound, as if something was grinding its teeth behind the radio.
The radio was stained and stained, and there were even a few sunken bloody claw marks on the back, like the marks left when someone scratched it. Lin Huai turned a blind eye to such traces. He gently twisted the FM button and listened carefully to the sound, as if he was looking for a certain channel.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha… "
The crisp laughter of the little girl came from the first channel. The laughter is innocent and sweet, ethereal and ethereal as if it came from another world.
There's no sound on the channel except the little girl laughing, she just keeps laughing and laughing... like...
She doesn't have to breathe at all!
Lin Huai didn't stop, he switched the channel to the second one, and there was no human voice in this channel.
"Crunch-crunch-crunch-"
The sound of sawing wood came from the second channel, repeated monotonously and boringly, as if a rusty saw was constantly pulling on some kind of wood... or some kind of bone. When Lin Huai skipped this channel, he clearly heard the sound of some kind of round sphere being sawed off, and then fell to the ground with a "boom".
Lin Huai: Thinking carefully is very interesting.
The third channel is the sound of water dripping, drop by drop making a "click" sound on the ground, from far to near. Before a drop of wet and viscous liquid that existed in reality fell from the sky and dripped on Lin Huai's bangs, Lin Huai tuned to the next channel.
On the seventh channel, Lin Huai finally heard the voice he wanted to hear.
The sound of objects dragging and crawling on the ground.
The crawling sound seemed to come from far away. Lin Huai put the radio in his hood and said to Chu Tianshu, "Let's go."
Chu Tianshu glanced at him, then bent down to straighten the bow on Lin Huai's chest. He tied the bow, then pinched the pale and cute little face on the bow, and said lazily, "What are you going to do?"
"Secret." Lin Huai grinned, revealing a mouthful of white and small teeth.
Lin Huai and Chu Tianshu's footsteps echoed in the maze, and what accompanied them all the time was the sound of that thing rubbing and crawling on the radio. When turning a corner, Lin Huai stopped.
"What's wrong?" Chu Tianshu asked him.
"Hush." Lin Huai said, with a strange light shining in his dark eyes, "Listen..."
He took the radio out of his hat and handed it to Chu Tianshu: "The radio is quiet."
"The radio has stopped making sound, but the sound of that thing climbing and rubbing on the ground is still going on..." Chu Tianshu narrowed his eyes.
He subconsciously planed Lin Huai behind him, and clenched the gleaming wrench he took out from the system package with his right hand: "I'll go and have a look."
"Don't look, I saw it when I turned around just now." Lin Huai grabbed Chu Tianshu's clothes, "There is a female ghost lying on the ground, and has been secretly crawling behind us."
Chu Tianshu: ...
He tilted his head, didn't let go of the wrench, and dug his ear with the other hand, with a puzzled look on his face: "...Why did you summon the female ghost?"
Lin Huai: "She was covered in blood all over her body, and she followed her all the way up, and the female ghost dragged out by her was covered in long bloodstains..."
Chu Tianshu: ...
Lin Huai: "Let her use the blood she dragged out of her body to mark the path we have traveled."
Chu Tianshu "..." for a while, gave him a thumbs-up, and praised him sincerely: "Submit!"
He put the wrench back into the system package—the wrench he pulled out from the system turntable was considered a magic weapon against ghosts, and every time he took it out, Lin Huai didn't like to get close to him. When he was about to leave, Chu Tianshu said again: "What if she finds out that we are playing with her and refuses to follow us?"
"Then beat her to death." Lin Huai said kindly, "Drag her body away—there should be blood in her body, right?"
... After saying this, he clearly felt that the female ghost behind the corner seemed to tremble.
Chu Tianshu: "... What if the blood of this female ghost is used up?"
Lin Huai had no sympathy: "There are so many ghosts that can be summoned by the radio, so let's summon another one."
After devising a strategy of relying on renewable ghost energy to mark the path, the two hit the road contentedly again. Lin Huai threw the radio into his system package, and suddenly remembered the player who sold him the radio.
That player was named Ducher, and he was notoriously unlucky in the game. In the game turntable, those who are lucky like Chu Tianshu can pull out a wrench, and those who are unlucky like Lin Huai can't pull out such magical weapons, but they can pull out many, which are useless but can occasionally be used to slap heads and step feet The bricks come. And this player is very unusual - he always draws out black or red props with ghosts in the game, lucky, but harms others and himself.
Fortunately, he met a good player like himself who sacrifices himself for others. Lin Huai thought, with a helpful smile on the corner of his mouth.
When trading in the middle-level camp before, Ducher mentioned that he was only a few dozen experience points away from entering the high-level field, so this transaction between him and Lin Huai was also his last clearance at the intermediate-level camp before upgrading Clearance. They originally agreed that after Lin Huai cleared the customs again—if both of them were still alive, they would contact through the mail system in the system space, and Ducher would also send Lin Huai a list of his newly acquired "good things". It's a pity that after clearing the copy of Chunyu Apartment last time, Lin Huai left in a hurry due to the appearance of a black shadow. Not to mention checking Ducher's email, he didn't even have time to spend his extra points.
'After clearing Chu Tianshu's dungeon this time, I will probably be able to directly advance to the advanced field. Lin Huai thought, "I'll meet Ducher at the advanced field camp and see if he has any new goodies..."
Thinking of this in her heart, Lin Huai's gaze inadvertently glanced at the mirror beside her. The scene in front of him by accident shocked him!
In the mirror, Chu Tianshu was standing behind him, staring at him gloomyly!
His eyes were cold and chilling. Lin Huai immediately looked back at Chu Tianshu.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking back at me suddenly?"
Seeing him suddenly turn his head, Chu Tianshu, who was standing behind him idly studying the crawling track of the virgin ghost around the corner, looked down at him. His face was full of the most unrefined blankness and surprise, completely without the expression that had appeared on his face in the mirror.
"… nothing."
Lin Huai stared at him quietly for a while, then replied.
Before turning back to his body, he took one last look at Chu Tianshu's right hand.
In the dream world, in the right hand of the blood-stained "Chu Tianshu", he once held a pitch-black spinning awl that was about to kill him.
They walked forward in the maze as if nothing had happened. Beside them, in countless mirrors, countless identical them walked forward with them in the same posture. After going through several intersections with the same gold coin guiding method, the two finally reached a dead end in this maze full of mirrors.
"This road is not going to work." Chu Tianshu scratched his head and said carelessly, "Let's go, let's go back and change direction."
Lin Huai nodded. Just as they were about to turn around, a row of fine and dense drops of blood suddenly appeared on the mirror that had blocked the intersection.
"Wait a minute," Lin Huai saw the strange line of blood beads sharply, "There seems to be something on this mirror."
With that said, he walked towards the weird mirror.
The blood droplets on the mirror surface were sparse at first, but as he approached, they became densely packed like ants gathering on the mirror surface. The originally sparse outline has thus become clear.
That is…
A blood-red figure!
A blood-colored figure vaguely floated on the mirror, "it" had a huge, grinning mouth, but no eyes.
"Welcome to the labyrinth of mirrors. This is a country where no lies are allowed and only truth is allowed." The blood-red figure spoke slowly, with the corners of his mouth cracked to the roots of his ears, "Here, all hypocrisy will be invisible— You must have seen those mirrors, right?"
"Those mirrors reflect not only you, but also your true selves, who are full of deceit and betrayal to the one you truly love..." the figure said, "Of course, what is reflected in these mirrors is not only you Your real heart also has your false heart. However, which side is your real heart? Hehe, this needs to be discovered by yourself.”
"In the maze, every five minutes, one of you needs to answer a question—a question that may be mundane or fatal. And the mirror among the many mirrors that reflects your truest thoughts about the other's answer is the real and true one. The only way out is to go through them with a good side, to get to the room where the witch is."