Will he still die?

I looked at the watch in my hand and saw that there was less than one minute left.

Li Gui, Xiong Wenwen, everything in the foreknowledge, the weird percussion rhythm and sound.

In a desperate situation, everything seemed to crush Shen Lin.

Weird ideas are hanging in the air like bubbles in the water, waiting for a flash of inspiration to connect them into a thread.

The storm in his mind and everything around him were whizzing through Shen Lin's mind at hundreds of times like a movie.

In the darkness, he stretched out his hand fiercely, as if to grab something.

No! He caught it!

The white dove of inspiration.

Tick ​​tock~ The watch returned to zero, and the time came to half past twelve. Xiong Wenwen's uncertain prediction was that he died in this accident.

Without moving or using his ghost form, Shen Lin just watched the time come to an end minute by minute, and then he...

Close your eyes!

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~tick tock~

As time passed by minute by second, Xiong Wenwen's heart almost burst out of his chest. He kept staring at Shen Lin, and scenes of foreseeing Shen Lin's death flashed through his mind again and again.

It's okay, I hope it's okay, it must be okay!

Otherwise, after the terrifying ghost on Shen Lin's body revives, these people will be in a state of death and no life.

The entire space fell silent, with only the sound of breathing and the ticking of the second hand remaining.

When the time came to twelve thirty-one, Xiong Wenwen retched violently several times, and then laughed wildly.

They survived, they won!

In the darkness, Shen Lin opened his eyes, showing unparalleled composure and calmness. He looked at the ghost in front of him so calmly, as if there was nothing in front of him.

In the chest, the bloodthirsty impulse that was about to stir up in the ghost form returned to calm with the oppression of Shen Lin's will.

"What happens next?" Shen Lin asked.

Xiong Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then he answered quickly as if he was waking up from a dream.

He unfolded his precognition.

The suspicion in Shen Lin's eyes disappeared, replaced by calmness.

His caution about the ghost staircase helped a lot. The complexity of this ghost was beyond normal people's imagination. Shen Lin secretly played a psychological game against the ghost.

The key point of the game is whether to believe Xiong Wenwen or not.

Xiong Wenwen's several contradictory predictions seemed to have gone wrong, but they were actually real.

In a desperate situation, Shen Lin made a bold attempt.

He was right in his bet. If he guessed correctly, this ghost has many conditions, and they must all match before it will be triggered.

"Shen Lin, it's okay. The ghost won't move for the next ten minutes." Xiong Wenwen said in surprise, and even Zhou Bin laughed loudly. If it weren't for the special situation in front of them, the two of them could jump three feet high.

"Why? What happened? Have you cracked the law of this ghost?" Zhou Bin asked hurriedly.

Shen Lin nodded, which confirmed his guess, and his guess was confirmed.

"That's right. In my guess, this ghost is a powerful ghost with a complex pattern. To trigger his pattern, several conditions need to be met. These conditions are extremely stringent to meet one by one."

Xiong Wenwen shook his head. He didn't believe it. Are you kidding me? If the rules were so strict, would they all fall into the trap?

"The fierce ghost is different from the fierce ghost. The terror level of this ghost is quite high. Even the headquarters may not be able to find anyone who can suppress this ghost. But on the other hand, the danger level of this ghost is very low. He only kills people every day. Thirty-six people, only about one million in a hundred years." Shen Lin said.

This is true. Take traffic accidents as an example. About 500,000 people die in traffic accidents around the world every year, and 15 million people are disabled as a result.

Comparatively, one hundred years of ghost watchers can meet the two years of traffic accidents.

The definition of the danger level of evil spirits is the harm they cause to normal society.

This black-robed ghost is quite terrifying. The pattern that triggers him almost makes him die without rebirth. The level of terror is extremely high. Shen Lin predicts that he will stay away from Dongchuan City for a long time in the future. He does not intend to follow this person. The feeling of dealing with ghosts and wandering on the edge of life and death is really uncomfortable.

"What do you know?" Zhou Bin glanced timidly in the direction of the black-robed ghost and asked quickly.

"Evacuate to the fifth floor first. We need to disappear from this ghost's eye for a while. Zhou Bin took Xu Fang and Xiong Wenwen to check the time and remind me one minute before every hour." Shen Lin said.

The few people did not hesitate and acted quickly. The pattern was only triggered every ten minutes, so they had plenty of time.

When everyone's dust settled, Shen Lin was sitting on the steps of the fifth floor, taking a short breath. Under high pressure, everyone would feel tired. Several life-and-death situations were very draining on his spirit.

"Do you think you may have seen that ghost's costume somewhere?" Shen Lin asked.

Xiong Wenwen and Zhou Bin were stunned for a moment, then nodded after thinking for a while.

"I can't tell, but I should have seen it somewhere."

"Me too, me too."

"In TV dramas, there is often a saying that when the weather is dry and things are dry, beware of burning candles. This comes from an ancient occupation of night watch and time telling, the watchman."

The two of them were stunned, as if they understood something.

"You mean, is this ghost on watch? It's patrolling the night and telling the time?" Zhou Bin was an adult after all, and his mind was spinning fast, and his eyes quickly showed a look of horror.

"Who is it telling the time for? Who is it telling the time for?"

This idea is very scary. A ghost is tirelessly telling the time and patrolling the night. What is it for? Who is it telling the time for?

"I don't know." Shen Lin shook his head.

There are many mysteries surrounding the ghost, including how it got the broken wooden stick in its hand and what its function is. No one knows. He doesn't want to know now. The horror level of that ghost is too high, and he doesn't want to provoke it.

"I think about classification according to the way of a watchman. This ghost should have four general rules, and all of them must be triggered before it attacks."

"The first is the range. Just like a watchman has his own watch range, this ghost should have a certain regular range. He will wander irregularly within this range every night, patrolling the night, and telling the time."

The two of them swallowed involuntarily. In the dark night lurking outside the door, there might be a ghost wandering around. The thought of this was terrifying.

Shen Lin also said this very vaguely. The range is the range. No one knows how big the range of this ghost is. The range of the watchman has been uncertain since ancient times, but it should not be too big.

"The second is time. There is a strict time limit for the ghost watcher. It will start from midnight every day to six o'clock the next day, for a total of six hours. It will trigger a pattern every ten minutes, with a total of thirty-six people every night. "

It's almost a characteristic of a ghost to kill you if you take action. This ghost is too scary. Although the danger level is not high, the level of terror is so high that it is scary. There is probably nothing you can do against him now.

"The third one is the sound. The watcher ghost will tell the time, which is the sound we hear every day. I guess the people who can hear the time sound are within his hunting range. The specific situation needs to be explored."

The two of them pondered, but felt it was reasonable.

"The fourth condition is the most special. It is almost insignificant in each of us, so that we once ignored it."

"Yes, close your eyes!"

The two of them were shocked, no one had thought of this.

The ghost watch to tell the time is a point, but the night watch is the key.

Thinking carefully about the first and third time he avoided this ghost, Xiong Wenwen closed his eyes in fear of death, while Zhou Bin went to die peacefully and closed his eyes to wait for death.

Putting everything together, this ghost will launch indiscriminate attacks on people who have not closed their eyes every ten minutes at midnight.

This ghost is updating!

"Damn! Does that mean that after midnight, if you close your eyes for one minute every ten minutes, you can avoid the rules?" Zhou Bin was shocked.

Xiong Wenwen rolled his eyes, feeling that he had met an idiot teammate.

"Daddy Bear despises your IQ. I want to make it simple. If you go to bed after twelve o'clock and sleep peacefully until early the next morning, this ghost will not be able to do anything to you."

Zhou Bin was stunned. He was indeed a wake-up caller and had principles.

Several laws must be triggered at the same time, which seems quite harsh, but in modern society, staying up late and partying is just a common occurrence.

This is a paradise for ghost watchers, and it is not easy for modern people to trigger his harsh rules.

"It's very simple to verify this conjecture. It's 12:40 in one minute. We only need to close our eyes for a minute. If we are not attacked, it means we have guessed correctly." Shen Lin said.

This was not unreasonable. With his previous attempts and Xiong Wenwen's prediction, they were almost 80% sure, and now they were just one step away from the target.

Zhou Bin smiled coquettishly and simply lay down on the ground with his eyes closed and pretended to be dead. The ability of a drunkard was no different from pretending to be dead. He had long been used to it.

Xiong Wenwen looked down upon him and shrank aside. Father Bear simply hugged Shen Lin's thigh tightly, like a koala, and closed his eyes tightly.

Shen Lin smiled and closed his eyes tightly.

Tick ​​tock~tick tock~tick tock~

Time passed by minute by minute. Although they knew there would be no big problem, the hearts of several people were still beating nervously.

Afraid that counting the numbers silently with his eyes closed would be inaccurate, Shen Lin counted a hundred and twenty before opening his eyes. It was a little slow, and the time was about to reach twelve forty-three.

He showed the glimmer of victory, which meant that they survived in a desperate way.

"Open it."

The two of them opened their eyes, glanced nervously at their watches, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Fang is still in a coma. He has been attacked several times, which may have partially affected his mental state. It is unknown when he will wake up.
To be continued...