Yan Zheng can conclude that this is the masterpiece of Bai Mao Tuanzi, but there are still too many puzzles in his heart. Everything he has experienced is as rough as the painting style of the house. It can be said that it is a carefully constructed illusion, but it is full of flaws.

It's not built well, and you can't find the weak points and leave.

Be it criminals or ghosts.

As long as they are intelligent creatures, they will have thinking logic. Yan Zheng is used to finding the other person's thinking logic. He swaps roles and tries to figure out the layout intention from the other person's perspective.

But today's encounter made Yan Zheng feel like he had nowhere to focus. Not to mention his intentions, even the current layout of the opponent left him confused.

The house was dark. The arrow feathers had already reached the door. The layers of arrow feathers were about to seal the door. The light also dimmed. Yan Zheng stood at the door and stared at the darkness. He didn't dare to be careless in his heart. He opened the door and suddenly ran out of the darkness.

Although the plot about ghosts and ghosts is cliché, it has to be guarded against.

The arrow feathers swallowed up the last ray of light, and Yan Zheng stood in the darkness quietly waiting for the danger to come. He didn't know how long he stood there, and Yan Zheng could only hear his nervous heartbeat.

The sound of his beating heart made Yan Zheng a little irritable.

It's too quiet around here!

The sound of arrow feathers falling stopped.

The sound of breathing, heartbeat, and friction from the slight shaking of the body are infinitely amplified at this moment. The subtle sounds that are usually inaudible become extremely harsh at this time.

Yan Zheng kept reminding himself that excessive quietness would make people unbalanced and become irritable and restless. This was a psychological confrontation, and the other party was ready to overwhelm his psychological defenses.

Yan Zheng understood the truth, but it was not that simple to do it. After standing there for an unknown amount of time, Yan Zheng finally couldn't help but lift his feet and cautiously took a few steps forward. Was it a bottomless abyss or a huge mouth of blood...

Yan Zheng felt unsure. After walking a few steps, Yan Zheng swallowed nervously. It seemed that things were not as complicated as he thought. The ground under his feet felt like rough marble.

Yan Zheng squatted down and prepared to touch the ground with his hands to determine the material. He kept the umbrella in front of him and squatted down extremely slowly.

Just when Yan Zheng was about to touch the ground, there was a sudden sound behind him——

Zhiqua~

The sudden movement frightened Yan Zheng's body. Just as he was about to take evasive action, the door closed automatically with a bang.

As the door closed, the lights in the hall instantly turned on.

The sudden appearance of bright light can cause temporary blindness in eyes accustomed to darkness, until the eyes adapt to the environment.

Yan Zheng was stunned again.

The scene inside the house is unexpected, with a roughly polished marble floor and long bluestone walls.

There are two arm-thick white candles on the high hanging chandelier, the fireplace is filled with unlit dry firewood, and there are blazing torches on the wall. There is a long table in the hall with a total of seven chairs, facing the main seat at the door.

One chair and three chairs on either side of the table.

There is a spiral staircase on both sides of the end of the hall leading to the second floor. On the wall in the middle of the spiral staircase is a painted giant statue of a gourd doll.

The seven gourd dolls stand side by side in the portrait in a lifelike manner, with strange expressions, either angry or violent, with different expressions.

Mongolia! Nothing but Mongolia!

Yan Zheng was so confused by the other party's nonsense that he couldn't recover for a long time. Let's not talk about how the small house that looked from the outside could fit into a hall of more than 300 square meters.

The medieval castle-style building in front of me is incompatible with the portrait of the gourd doll on the wall.

If the other party wants to create an illusion, shouldn't it be as realistic as possible?

If the other party wants to harm me, they can make arrangements such as opening the door to kill me. Isn't it more convenient to attack me in the dark?

But what on earth does the other party want to do to do this? Is he afraid that others won’t know that all this is fake? Or is there another purpose?

Do you want to use this nonsensical and illogical scene to make me overthink and tire me to death?

Yan Zheng laughed angrily. He had been nervous for a long time, but in the end it was this funny scene, which made him feel as helpless as punching cotton.

They come, the security.

I want to see what the trick is.

After several speculations came to nothing, Yan Zheng was in a desperate state. His tense nerves relaxed and he wandered around the hall as if on vacation. He even pulled out the torches on the wall of the castle to find out what was going on.

As he walked, Yan Zheng came to the stairs. The stairs spiraled up, and there were torches placed a few meters away on both sides.

Just as I was about to step up to the second floor to take a look, I was stopped by an invisible wall of air, and at the same time a voice came from my mind.

The voice was that of a cute little girl. The little girl said naughtily: "Only those who solve the puzzle can go up to the second floor and continue the game below." Then there was a series of silver bell laughter.

It was like a little girl running on the sunny grass, turning around to show off to the adults, then running away with a chuckle.

Puzzle?

Yan Zheng groaned, with a faint smile on his face.

If he is not afraid of anyone when it comes to solving puzzles, it would be better if he patiently waits for answers to the puzzles.

Yan Zheng turned around and walked to the owner's seat in front of the table and sat down.

Yan Zheng did not want to think that he was the master, but because this position was facing the door, Yan Zheng could detect it immediately if anyone came again.

When he came in, the other party didn't announce the puzzle immediately, which meant that the other party was waiting for someone. Yan Zheng guessed that the puzzle would only be announced when everyone was waiting.

While sorting out the inferences in his mind, he knocked on the table and waited for the people behind him to arrive.

After a long and boring wait, when Yan Zheng was falling asleep, the house welcomed its second guest.

Yan Zheng was slightly surprised when he saw the figure walking in, but it was expected.

"Wang Fugui, where did you go just now?"

Wang Fugui was even more surprised than Yan Zheng, and shouted in surprise: "Boss, you've been here a long time ago. I was walking in the woods, and you disappeared while I was walking. Then I searched for you for a long time and couldn't find you. I thought

You went to its hiding place, and then I looked for it. When I was about to get there, it told me that I needed to participate in a game, and the final winner could see it. Then I saw a room, and pushed

I saw you when I opened the door!"

Yan Zheng: "Wait a minute, what house are you talking about? Not one? Or one? What kind of house do you see?"

Wang Fugui was a little confused by Yan Zheng's question and thought he had said the wrong word. He thought carefully and replied: "One house, one house, hiss~ it doesn't seem to be accurate. It's just a red brick house, the same as the house in my village.

It’s the same, nothing special. I think a room is a more appropriate description.”

Yan Zheng nodded thoughtfully.

Wang Fugui said that he was missing, but what he saw was that Wang Fugui was missing.

However, judging from their respective experiences, there is no doubt that the missing person should be himself. Wang Fugui stayed in reality until he was about to approach it, when he was guided into the house.
Chapter completed!