He stood motionless. After a long confrontation, the voice-controlled lights went out silently, and the corridor was shrouded in darkness again, but Wen Zheliu could feel that the things outside the door had not left.
He slowly stretched out his hand and took out the pendant from his collar. The silver photo frame swayed in mid-air, reflecting an inexplicable cold light, like an eye gazing from all sides.
"If you don't want to die again, just stay away." Wen Zheliu whispered, "It's not your turn today, let's talk about it tomorrow night."
A bit of cold white mist has already appeared in the closed gap of the photo frame, as if a little snake swam out of the void and was about to get out of the gap in the door and window.
The coercion of the world-class boss was so close that he quickly retreated. When the voice-activated light in the corridor turned on again, there was no shadow of the ghost above his head.
Wen Zheliu breathed a sigh of relief and said to the five boys without looking back: "After I leave, remember to close the door and stop talking, okay?"
There was no response, only five low and high levels of fearful gasping echoed.
Wen Zheliu didn't have time to wait for their response. While the lights in the corridor were still bright, he suddenly turned the handle, then ducked out and closed the door quickly.
As soon as he stood on the corridor, he couldn't help but be surprised: the outside of the dormitory had completely transformed into the outside world. The marble floor tiles underneath were stained with brown marks everywhere, and the walls were in terrible shape. Blackened bloody fingerprints were plastered along with the splattered blood. Even the light tube above the head was covered with a layer of blood mist, filtering the light into a dirty and hazy yellow-brown color.
Faced with this situation, a normal person would have been shaking all over and peeing his pants with fear, but Wen Zheliu knew in his heart that without the support and cover of his teammates, the current situation would be a matter of seconds. Even if he was a step late, it would be difficult to predict what would happen next. To develop, we can only seize the time.
He stood on tiptoes and ran silently and lightly down the long, empty corridor. The white sneakers worn by Wen Zheliu were of ordinary style and looked washed out to white. However, they were a prop that greatly increased agility, allowing him to fly past the dormitory doors like a gust of wind.
The destination at the end of the corridor was right in front of him. Wen Zheliu looked serious and slowly stopped.
From his point of view, the toilet door curtain was in tatters and fell on the door frame. Its fabric was originally a very bright blue, but now it was scratched by bloody fingerprints so that no intact parts could be seen. The dim yellow light inside the door flickered, illuminating a large pool of blood on the ground.
Wen Zheliu calmed down his breathing and felt chills on his back, as if someone was lying behind him and blowing cool air on his neck.
He didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to move forward rashly. With his physical attributes completely reduced by half, he could only use his brain as much as possible and try not to make any mistakes.
He held his cane and used it to gently lift the rag-like door curtain, and then walked slowly towards the smelly toilet. The sound of water dripping from somewhere came from inside, and his heart was pounding in his chest.
Wen Zheliu first leaned in half of his body. When he raised his eyes and looked forward, he saw that everything from the top of the sky to the soles of his feet was completely cold - there was a figure standing in the middle of the toilet!
Before he could take the lead, a fierce wind came towards him. In desperation, he had no choice but to raise his staff to block, but to Wen Zheliu's surprise, the opponent's blow had not even reached his eyes, and he hurriedly stopped it. He started the offensive and staggered away from him.
… what's the situation
Wen Zheliu hurriedly put down his arms and took a closer look. There was nothing in front of him. Is there anyone there
This is really baffling and confusing. Wen Zheliu didn't know whether this was a little joke played by the ghosts or just a false alarm. But time waited for no one and he didn't have time to think too much. He looked around and saw that nothing was strange, so he stepped on it cautiously. The slightly rough floor tiles took a few steps inside.
As a boarding school with high tuition fees, Haihe Middle School's accommodation conditions are pretty good. Although there is no private bathroom in the dormitory, the unified bathroom on each floor is extremely spacious. There are ten toilet cubicles in two rows, all wrapped with dark blue frosted cellophane. It's just that the wind is blowing, the light is dim, and the windows are messy with blood-stained wooden boards. No matter how airy and spacious the environment is, it can't withstand this kind of terrifying atmosphere.
The sink for washing mops was empty, and several mops were hung on one side, like a row of long-haired heads. Wen Zheliu didn't want to read any more, lest he add unnecessary associations in his mind. He rolled his eyes inadvertently, but his body suddenly stiffened.
… Mirror.
Oops, he ignored the huge mirror on the sink next to him that took up half the wall.
As a frequent visitor to horror movies and an acquaintance of ghost stories, Wen Zheliu had to be wary of the mirror. He was facing the front, his whole body was like a clay sculpture, and he stood as firm as a mountain. Only his face was slightly turned at an angle, and he scanned the mirror without leaving any trace to check if there was anything unusual.
He clenched the weapon tightly, and the silver thorns that had been coated with enchanting water before he came gently twirled, like the fangs of a beast, seamlessly blending with the sound of dripping water, and dotted on the floor tiles. An extremely precise crashing sound.
-In the dirty mirror, there was nothing but his figure standing here.
Wen Zheliu held his breath and raised his heart high. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved. But before he could completely relax, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of the doorway reflected in the mirror. The curtain moved slightly, and a dark head slowly came in.
Wen Zheliu broke into a cold sweat instantly.
… At this point, it’s better to strike first in order to keep your advantage!
The silver thorn was like lightning, stirring up a murderous and fatal sharp point in the dim and bright light, and struck like a thunderbolt behind him. However, at this unforgettable moment, an inexplicable sense of familiarity made Wen Zheliu suddenly tremble. Stiff, I thought of an almost impossible possibility.
... What if the person who pokes his head in at this time is himself
The offensive could no longer be stopped. Wen Zheliu had no choice but to change direction midway and let the tip of his stick brush against the person's body. The next second the attack was deflected, his eyes flashed, and his whole body shifted instantly, returning to the position where he was standing at the door just now, still maintaining that tentative posture!
Hearing that Zheliu was dripping with cold sweat, he was stunned for a moment.
In the blink of an eye, he had experienced an extremely strange micro-reincarnation. If he hadn't reacted so quickly, I'm afraid he would have stabbed himself through!
What's going on
Is it due to the natural and weird aura here, or is it someone deliberately setting a trap on the way he must pass through
Wen Zheliu's gaze gradually moved downwards. In front of where his toes touched, in the center of a pool of rust-colored stains, there was a faint red light that was difficult to detect.
"This is..." He frowned, took out a pair of medical tweezers from the wilderness survival gift box in the package, and carefully picked up the red light, "A... red thread?"
The unknown prop in front of me is indeed the most common red rope, with three strands twisted into one. If it is not too long, it can be tied around the little girl's wrist as a decoration.
Wen Zheliu pinched it carefully, pushed it aside, then stepped over it and put it away.
This prop is placed here, it is obviously used to trick people. If this was a stumbling block created by Garm - or Garm's men, then of course he could take advantage of it while being more vigilant.
At this time, the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground could be heard from the other end of the corridor, and the speed was not slow. Wen Zheliu hurriedly ran inside and opened the compartments one by one to check. It wasn't until he saw the last one that he discovered the crooked spell marks on the wall again.
"That's it!" He breathed a sigh of relief, got into the crowded and dirty small space, and locked the door. He first took a few pictures with his mobile phone, but due to the dim light, the results were very unsatisfactory. He did not dare to use flash rashly, so he took out a pen and paper and began to sketch as best he could.
The clicking sound of walking was getting closer and closer. What surprised him was that according to the walking style and habits of a little girl, its stride was too large. Could it be the addition of a ghost
He couldn't help but think too much. Hearing that Zhe Liu was sweating, he quickly accelerated his writing speed and raced against time to trace the dense and messy spells on the wall. At the same time, the footsteps stopped at the door of the public toilet.
"Click."
While nervous, Wen Zheliu couldn't help but feel happy. Did it hit that red line
He kept copying in his hands, and kept his ears open to listen to what was going on outside.
However, Hanako's steps only lingered at the door for a moment, then she directly crossed the threshold and walked inside!
Wen Zheliu took a breath and stopped immediately.
Is it not blocked because the prop is only effective for human players, or...or is the owner of the prop lying in ambush nearby and immediately removing the obstacle for it
There was no answer. The sound of the leather soles contacting the ground was crisp and loud, with a bit of strange heaviness. Hanako had already entered the compartment and slowly opened the first door.
Crunch—
The toilet door in the other world sounded like it was in disrepair. The hairs on Wen Zheliu's arms and back stood up at the sound of the door being pulled open.
He remained motionless, but his hand gradually slowed down the writing speed unconsciously, as if in this moment of complete silence, the rustling sound coming from the tip of the pen would be captured by Hanako.
"We can't copy anymore..." Wen Zheliu was at war with heaven and man in his heart, "However, half of the content on one wall has not been copied. If we stop now, when will we get another chance?"
He knew in his heart that he would inevitably have an encounter and chase with Hanako later. Once a fight broke out, it would be difficult to return here, not to mention that the clues for the next level of the game had not yet been found...
While he was struggling fiercely in his heart, the second and third compartments were opened one by one for inspection with a harsh and harsh friction sound.
Hanako seemed to be very confused. It walked back and forth on the narrow path. Through the crack in the door, Wenzheliu could only see a piece of red... Wait, it started to bend down to look at the gap under the door to see if there were anyone's shoes inside!
Through the flickering dim light, Wen Zheliu was so frightened that his whole body trembled. At this time, he was still gritting his teeth, and finally copied two more spells. When he was done, he turned his back on himself and put the toilet trash can into the package.
"Anyway, the trash can is the easiest place to find information. If it's dirty, just be dirty..."
After doing all this, Wen Zheliu put a hanging talisman paper on his body - this was a special prop brought back from Longji's world - and then kept his feet off the ground, gripped the cane tightly, and waited for Hanako to take his turn. Open the compartment door.
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One second passed, two seconds passed... five seconds passed, ten seconds passed, but there was no more sound outside.
… What happened? Did it just leave like this? impossible.
Wen Zheliu huddled in the small space and slowly frowned, wanting to look out through the crack in the door again to see what was going on.
"It's strange..." he thought in his heart, "When I look again this time, I can't see anything, only a patch of red..."
For a moment, Wen Zheliu's heart seemed to be filled with lightning of fear, which made his scalp almost fly! At the same moment, the moon ring in his hand suddenly burst out with extremely blazing heat. He Qin's reminder passed through the barrier of time and space and anxiously rang in his ears: "Danger!"
Wen Zheliu raised his head uncontrollably. The next moment, his eyes turned black, and his heart and soul were almost torn apart in an instant. Above the small door of the cubicle where he was, a man was looking down at him! !
Its eye sockets were dark, its face was pale, and its smile that stretched from ear to ear was curious and terrifying. It was unknown how long it had been looking at him like this. The mental value dropped below the 80% mark. Wen Zheliu's heart felt so cold that it was about to freeze. Only one thought flashed past -
— He made a mistake. Hanako is not the only one who appears in the bathroom scene, and there is a huge possibility that the player will confront the male class teacher!