Lin Huai stood at the door, thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled.
He was still blindfolded and couldn't see everything in front of him clearly. The corners of his mouth, however, were grinning to the sides—as if he had heard something that struck him as extremely interesting. With his current cherry mouth (Lin Huai feels disgusted by this description), it is actually a bit weird to make such a large and exaggerated smile.
——It looks like an extremely beautiful and weird puppet doll that only appears in some dark fairy tales.
It can be seen that he really finds it very interesting.
"Okay," Lin Huai said softly and sweetly. He pulled out the ax tied to his calf and put it by his side. "Do you want me to go in and have a look?"
The sound of the sewing machine inside stopped. Lin Huai closed her eyes, listening to the voice and said innocently: "Then come out and pick me up, okay?"
The blade of the ax in his hand flashed a strange light.
Lin Huai has always felt that as a ghost, there should be some way of hospitality. When he was a ghost, although he mostly stayed in the well all day in a daze. But whenever guests came, he followed the rules of hospitality and greeted them with a warm smile.
And those guests are often very polite. Seeing the enthusiasm of the host, they will cheer loudly, shed tears of emotion, and even faint.
Yet the ghosts in this room seem to have very little of this virtue. Lin Huai listened patiently to see if there were footsteps coming from inside—the answer was obviously no. As an objective person, Lin Huai waited patiently until the ghost had enough legs to crawl over from the ceiling (he did not ask it this question to take care of the disabled ghost) Time to climb over the ceiling.
Unfortunately, this ghost completely failed his expectations.
However, Lin Huai is strict with himself and lenient with others. Since the other party refused to come to greet him, he had no choice but to reluctantly accept the plot of "the door creaks" automatically opening in many ghost movies, and when he entered the door, he friendly pointed at the door to indicate his arrival—these movies It was Chu Tianshu who took him to watch it, although when watching the movie, the two of them didn't pay attention to the movie.
—Because he is relatively short now, Lin Huai optimistically decided to knock on the wooden door with an axe. With the back of the axe, it is enough to knock twice normally.
— or maybe a couple of cuts.
However…
Lin Huai waited for a long time, but did not even open the door.
Lin Huai:?
He hesitated "looked" at his axe, knocked on the door again and said, "Don't you want to invite me in? Open the door! I really want to come in and hack... have a look."
Menli: ...
Lin Huai seriously doubted whether the ghost inside saw himself holding the ax through the cat's eyes after crawling over, and then retreated silently. But the kind-hearted Lin Huai didn't like to think too badly about ghosts: "Is the door locked from the inside and you can't open it?"
"It's okay!" Lin Huai raised his ax and said loudly, "Don't be afraid, I'll come in to accompany you right away!"
The ghost inside: ... ?
Bang Bang Bang The sound of an ax smashing on the door resounded through the entire corridor in an instant. Because he couldn't see the effect of cutting the door, Lin Huai worked harder.
The ghost inside kept screaming. Lin Huai quickly comforted her sweetly: "Don't be afraid! I'll be right in!"
Ghost inside: …
Don't you understand who labor and capital are afraid of
Amidst the ghost's screams, Lin Huai rushed into the room as a player like a villain. He couldn't see with both eyes, so he could only go to the place where the smell of blood was the thickest. In order to avoid accidentally bumping into the other party, Lin Huai thoughtfully took every step, and swung an ax in front of him to avoid offending the other party.
Lin Huai finally touched the thing that looked like a sewing machine. As soon as her finger touched the greasy and bloody thing, Lin Huai understood.
"It's still a fur coat." Lin Huai murmured.
His fingers were stained with a sticky liquid. After withdrawing his hand, Lin Huai turned to both sides, and finally found the ghost he had never met under the axe.
"What are you squatting here for? Why don't you stand up?" Lin Huai said kindly. He thought for a while, and finally wiped his fingers clean on its face: "It's like shaking hands with you."
Lin Huai had a friendly meeting with the ghost in this room. Then he went to the next room.
"The average quality of the residents here is really bad." After "visiting" four families, Lin Huai murmured.
Not to mention those who took the initiative to greet him, not even one who opened the door for him. The attitude of these residents was extremely "arrogant", and they insisted on waiting for Lin Huai to open the door to find them.
Of course Lin Huai didn't feel that their arrogance stemmed from fear. After all, he was just a little girl less than 1.5 meters tall.
"When I was a ghost, I was much better at being a human being than you are." Lin Huai said, "Now I am a child. As adults, you should have set an example of morality for me."
After feeling that I am not very welcome in these few rooms. Lin Huai quickly ran to the depths of the corridor with the ax in hand.
He didn't know how long he ran, but the corridor never ended. Finally, when he confirmed that his friendly reputation could not be passed on to this area. He picked up the ax and planned to start over.
This time he learned his lesson and hid by the side of the door, sobbing while begging the owner inside to open the door. Sure enough, the "masters" inside the door became more enthusiastic, and Lin Huai soon heard footsteps coming from inside.
However, before he could wait for the door to open, the sound of the door opening came from the other side, and at the same time there was a strong tug from his arm.
"What are you doing here?!" The voice came from a hoarse middle-aged male voice. He deliberately lowered his voice, but his tone was extremely anxious, "Come here quickly and hide in this room!"
The footsteps from the other door were still approaching. However, Lin Huai found this middle-aged man's voice somewhat familiar. He struggled a bit, but was dragged further into the door.
"It's very dangerous here, there are ghosts everywhere, come in quickly, don't make trouble!" the man was still relentlessly saying.
"Who are you?" Lin Huai asked.
"I'm your father, Huai Xu, can't you hear my voice?"
Lin Huai was taken aback.
That voice... was indeed exactly the same as the voice of his "father" he had heard in the memory fragments.
"dad?"
"Don't ask so many questions, come with me!" His "father" said eagerly, "It's too dangerous outside!"
— Is the person in the room really his father
"No!" "Father" didn't expect Lin Huai to scream, "Let go of me! That ghost is coming for me, I can't bring you any danger!"
"Father" didn't expect this player to have such a spirit of sacrifice. Just as it was about to open its mouth, it heard the sound of the door opening from the next door.
- It's over.
Before it had time to say more demagogic words, it felt itself holding Lin Huai's "hand".
broken.
"I'm sorry, your hand is holding me too hard, I can't break free, so I can only cut it off first." A sweet voice sounded.
Although Lin Huai couldn't see anything, it didn't prevent him from catching the monster that jumped out of the next room through the flow of air. He grabbed one of the monster's hands and put it in "Dad's" hand, and there was a love transfer.
And pushed them together into the room where "Dad" was, and locked the door.
"I'm your father." Lin Huai said coolly to the door, "You're welcome."
After doing all this, he sobbed and ran to the next door, brazenly saying: "My father died to protect me and other monsters!"
… In order to trick the rest of the residents into opening the door, no, to teach them how to treat guests, Lin Huai put a lot of effort into acting weak.
When he completely lost patience with pretending to be weak, the ax in his hand was completely stained red. Lin Huai's clothes were also soaked. He yawned, and stood a little tiredly in the bloody corridor.
He looked up at the ceiling. If someone can take this scene, it is really a very artistic scene: the corridor of the castle with blood flowing, the rooms that are all open on both sides of the long corridor and the monsters that fall outside the room in various postures, and standing in the corridor In the center is a girl in red with an ax on top of the strange totem-like blood.
The girl in red stared blankly at the ceiling. He didn't know how many rooms he hadn't explored by now.
"Where did you hide?" He asked softly.
For ordinary players, this is indeed a very dangerous corridor. Different monsters are locked in the rooms on both sides of the corridor, and the player has no vision and cannot open his eyes. They can only observe with fear whether it is the flow of ordinary air or something blowing in their ears through the flow of air brushing against their skin.
And the monsters will use different voices to trick them into opening the door of the room, or pull them into the room in the name of salvation—as long as they are pulled into the room, it is a dead end.
Although this little game has completely changed in Lin Huai's place. It is not the monster who tempts others to open the door, but himself...
Lin Huai also felt innocent. These monsters have no professional ethics, and neither of them intends to open the door for him.
He took a break and walked in the long corridor with an ax in his hand. His quest will never end until he finds the witch in hiding.
Lin Huai gradually got bored.
There are so many rooms here, but where is the witch hiding
He remembered the note that fell into his palm.
"Find the most beautiful dress and give it to the witch... not it, but her? The most beautiful dress for the queen is of course Snow White's skin. And these sewing machines..." Lin Huai murmured, "Is this going to make the players kill each other?"
Perhaps because the path was too long, he also began to think, if he hadn't escaped in time in the candy forest, but had encountered other players. Could their task be to find the most delicious "food" for the witch and give it to each other
After all, compared to ordinary customs clearance rewards, the rewards in this note are more than a little richer.
This game is not just a witch hunting the player, but also a player hunting the player.
But finally, he stopped in one place.
"Found it," he said.