Dust quietly lives in the dark corridor. No one remembers when it existed, and when it was swept away by a gust of wind without a care.
The grandeur of the castle and the brilliance of gemstones shining everywhere have nothing to do with the fifth floor. It is dark, closed, and you can hear the drop of a needle. It is isolated in a suffocating dullness, and there is no trace of light for a long time. The silence is occasionally broken, only
It may be that the thick blood dripped from an unknown corner and dried up with the passage of time, leaving no trace of its original appearance.
Today is different. In the old castle where time has been blurred, someone has set foot here more than once.
Accompanied by light, fast and slightly chaotic footsteps, two humanoid silhouettes appeared at the entrance of the stairs, red highlights burning vaguely in the darkness, making it difficult to distinguish.
"call."
Suddenly, the red dot moved upwards, and a short and hard blowing sound sounded, followed by a bright firelight suddenly cutting through the darkness, as if it was the only trace of vitality rising in the dead silence.
Zeng Lai breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "It's bright, it's bright."
The ignition of Huozhezi is not as convenient as modern tools. He rubbed it for a long time before getting some sparks, making it last like an ember of paper ash. When it is time to use it, just blow it or flick it quickly to burn it.
It’s on.
The burning of the light made the dust in the air more obvious than the last time they came. Even those who are not mysophobic can't help but feel a stale smell and cover their mouths and noses.
At this time, Zeng Lai was covering his mouth with his left hand while persistently trying to make some noise to break the loneliness, causing his voice to buzz like it was being muffled in a vat.
Yu Xing squinted his eyes to adjust to the surrounding environment, casually shook the small dust still in the air, closed his mouth and did not respond.
They had been to this corridor last time, and it was divided into three branches of about the same width starting from the staircase. At that time, they couldn't see anything, so they could only rummage around blindly. This time, they found the fire folder held by Zeng Lai in his right hand?
The surroundings can be seen clearly.
The corridors were older than he thought. The three corridors were surprisingly similar, with dirty marks on the floor tiles. Broken cabinets or tables were piled on both sides like garbage, taking up a lot of walking space.
There are traces of peeling off the wall shell on the walls on both sides, and the area close to the ground has been smoked black? A little higher, someone used red paint to draw some unusual graffiti? For example, the exaggerated kindergarten-level eyes? The little girl
There are simple drawings of children holding hands, and people whose faces are invisible.
This is what Yu Xing saw the moment the light appeared. Two seconds later, he raised his eyebrows and said to Zeng Lai: "Peek forward a little..."
He didn't say which front to look in. Zeng Lai cooperated and tilted the fire folder into the corridor where the small wooden box was found, and illuminated a road with no end where the tables and cabinets were empty. Outside the range of the fire, it was pitch black.
, making people fearful for no reason.
"What the hell!?"
However, it was this emptiness that made Zeng Lai say something rude. He waved the fire stick and took a photo to the side: "Why is there nothing?"
Nothing is the biggest shock to them.
Because when they came last time, they could clearly see that in the middle of each corridor there was a sculpture that was taller than a man. Not to mention, there was an abyss blood formation printed on top of the corridor where they found the small wooden box.
But now? Not only is the sculpture gone, but the blood formation is also gone.
Yu Xing was neither surprised nor panicked by this. In his opinion, whatever the ghost did that had not yet collected specific information was within the expected range. What's more, it was such a common thing as "running away with long legs".
He just murmured: "Did you move to another place?"
Where was it transferred?
The devil knows.
Maybe it's on the road ahead, maybe it's on the lower level, I can't say for sure.
Zeng Lai shook the fire fold again. The light and shadow around him followed his movements, and the shadows of the two people also swayed in his sight. It was scary. He said: "There is no other way. From now on, we should pay more attention to whether there are any blood formations around us.
The other sculpture...if it wasn't moved by humans, it's basically a ghost type. I don't know what its attack conditions are, so we have to be careful."
"I know, let's go." Yu Xing said that he followed the teachings of his predecessors, and then walked towards the unknown road.
In order to facilitate accidents, his mask was hung loosely on his hair. If he saw Alice's eyes again, he only needed to pull the mask down to cover his face.
Zeng Lai rushed in front of him and acted as a pathfinder.
"Tap, step..."
For a moment, the only sounds in Yu Xing's ears were the footsteps of him and Zeng Lai, and at most his own heartbeat, which was faintly thumping, indicating how quiet the fifth floor was.
When they came across a cabinet quietly placed by the wall, the two of them would stop and investigate. Five minutes later, they still only found some miscellaneous items.
Yu Xing put the glass beads he saw into his pocket and glanced at the road ahead.
There seems to be a room in front.
This is good news for them. Even if they fail to find the key in the room, they can still complete the task of occupying the room. There is only one thing - they need to be careful about the ghosts that may be hiding in the room.
The two quickly arrived at the first room. Yu Xing glanced into the peephole. As expected, it was also dark inside and couldn't see anything. Naturally, he couldn't judge the situation inside.
They looked at each other, and Yu Xing grabbed the door handle, pushed it down, and opened the door gently.
The old door made an uncontrollable creaking sound and gradually opened a crack. The darkness faded back in the light of the fire, revealing the original appearance of the room.
This is a very ordinary bedroom, with a much simpler style than the one provided to tourists on the third floor. It basically has a bed, a small sofa, a table, a chair, and a room for storing sundries.
locker.
Oh, one more thing, an oval mirror.
The mirror appeared here a bit unexpectedly. Yu Xing took another look and saw the lamp on the table through the light.
He touched it and quickly found the button. After pressing it, the desk lamp turned on. Although the light was not strong, it was enough to help people see.
He turned to Zeng Lai and said: "This room is not dangerous for the time being. Check out the room opposite. If it is safe, we will search separately and occupy the room by the way."
The new one-minute countdown that appeared on the system panel proved that no one had been to this corridor. Since there was no need for a fire lamp to illuminate the room, it was better to make use of the time.
Zeng Lai nodded. He felt that this newcomer had a very fast thinking speed and could make the same decisions as him without his reminding.
For safety reasons, Zeng Lai did not close the door when he left. If something happened in the room, Yu Xing would still have time to run away.
In this way, Yu Xing listened to the sound of Zeng Lai opening the doors of other rooms behind him. After confirming that there was no accident, he returned his attention and conducted a blanket search of his room.
According to the routines in the horror games he has played, there are roughly three types of rooms in the open map. The first is where key items or clues are hidden, the second is where frightening scenes are designed for players to trigger, and there is another
The kind has no direct function, but it is set here to extend the game time spent by players exploring, and it can also be used as a sight or a hiding place for ghost cards.
If there is a room that does not have the above three functions, then the game can most likely be deleted. It is not fun. It is a garbage game that ruined my youth.
The room in front of you obviously has no hiding space for tourists, and it is not a functional room - such as the electrical control room and the kitchen, which are essential places, are also included in the third category. Even the bed is connected to this bedroom.
On the floor, there is no bed under which to drill, and there are no tables and chairs that can be stuck in place.
Yu Xing licked his dry lips and glanced vaguely at the mirror. There was nothing unusual.
Although the world created by Absurd Deduction is not a game space in the traditional sense, its model draws heavily on game elements - you can tell from the full name. He believes that differentiation-level deduction games will not tolerate such inferior mistakes.
, so whether it is the first or the second, he is quite looking forward to it.
After rummaging around on the nearby table, ignoring the useless decorations for the time being, Yu Xing found a bottle of medicine without a label.
Just looking at the appearance, he naturally couldn't tell that it was medicine. Fortunately, the medicine bottle was very different, and it was difficult to ignore the charred marks on the surface. It was the same as the "charcoal" Zeng Lai found in the showroom.
Items that leave traces of flames, Yu Xing has already included items with this characteristic in his collection list.
With a little force, he opened the twisted cap of the medicine bottle and poured out the few round pills left inside.
These round grains were very strong and did not break into powder. Instead, they survived the roasting, perhaps thanks to the protection of the medicine bottles. There were three round grains in total, and most of them were burnt black, with a small piece of their original appearance exposed.
Dark green in color, the texture is a bit close to cold medicine and throat tablets, but it is not a capsule and is similar to a compressed product.
Yu Xing studied for a while but couldn't find the medication instructions on the table. The bottle was large and inconvenient to carry around, so he put the round pills alone in his jacket pocket.
These medicines are obviously no longer edible, they have suffered unknown burns, and not to mention the remaining efficacy of the medicines, just the black stuff on them makes it unpalatable.
Putting down the medicine bottle, Yu Xing rummaged around in the small sofa again and removed all the cushions. He was a furniture destroyer.
In fact, the small medicine bottle can be regarded as a message. Even if nothing is found in this bedroom, it is normal, but Yu Xing just has an intuition that what is supposed to come has not yet come.
After a while, there was only one last thing left that he had not checked, and that was the bed in the bedroom.
This is a single bed, white, with neat sheets without any wrinkles. The quilt is neatly folded and placed at the head of the bed, and pillows of the same color are piled on top of the quilt. It is a scene that patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder will find extremely comfortable.
.
The next second, Yu Xing got rid of the obsessive-compulsive disorder patient.
First it was the quilt, then the sheets, and no matter how neat it was, everything could not escape the clutches of Yu. Unfortunately, there was nothing caught in it. So he picked up the pillow, patted it, opened the zipper, took out the cotton and looked inside.
.
In the middle of the destroyed cotton, a corner of something with obviously different materials was exposed. The corners were slightly yellowed and curled, as if to say: I'm right here. Can you please take it apart gently?
Oh haha.
After actually turning over something, Yu Xing took out the rolled paper with satisfaction and found that it was a folded page.
There are tear marks on the edges of the remaining pages, as if they were torn off in a hurry.
Yu Xing opened it carefully, and the Chinese characters on it came into view. There was a sense of breakage at the beginning. It was obvious that this piece of paper was not the first page.
【This time. After everything is over, it returns to its original appearance. The sky is still overcast, and those eyes that are always looking at the earth are still in the sky. I can’t remember how many days I have spent without the sun.
In the afternoon, Alice hired a third employee. I followed her and watched the whole process. This fat man was really miserable. He was torn apart in the interview hall, but it didn't seem as miserable as me. I gave him... No,
It should be them now. I have arranged three rooms for them. I hope they will get used to it soon. What wave of guests is this? I can’t remember. In fact, I am very curious, where did Alice find such a person?
The writing stops abruptly here, and this is all the content on both sides of the paper.
Okay, now the obsessive-compulsive disorder is really suffocating me.
Yu Xing squinted and looked at it again, thoughtfully.
It looks like this is a page of diary, but what is different from ordinary diaries is that the ink on the paper does not look like handwriting, but looks like it was printed on it. The block letters are clear and clear, as if they were torn from a certain book.
The same.
What's even stranger is that in addition to these printed handwritings, there is another kind of handwriting that annotates next to certain words and phrases.
[Interview Hall] was circled, and a not-so-pretty scrawled handwriting said: "I went there secretly, it's on the first floor, but... yuck."
[Fat Man] has a cross drawn below, and the note next to it is: "Our chef, the only... no, the only three kind people in the castle, my God, today I found out that he was once the same person. No wonder the three
The chefs look exactly the same. Ugh, I really want to throw up. How did you do it? This castle is too scary. I don’t want to go on a graduation trip. I want to go home."
[Which wave]: “I don’t know which wave we are in. The forensic doctor speculated that someone else had been here before us. I didn’t believe it at the time until I found a finger in the room. Ugh, vomit.
"
Although these annotations are scrawled, the writer controlled the font size to a very small range, as if he were writing a cheat sheet for school, filling the blank spaces to the brim.
Yu Xing was silent for a moment, feeling that he really saw in these words a young man who was "vomiting, vomiting, vomiting". Maybe he just graduated from high school, or maybe he graduated from college - if it was high school, this person's college entrance examination paper would definitely be scored.
There's nothing left.
This paper contains a lot of information.
He had calculations in his mind, his mind was clear, and his guesses about Alice's deduction in hell reached a very detailed level.
Folding the piece of paper again and taking it with him, Yu Xing thought for a while, piled the checked quilts and pillows on the ground, and used his strength to lift the bed board with his bare hands...
Yes, there is only one last step left to demolish the house. If you don’t do it, it will be in vain.
Unfortunately, there is a dirty area under the bed board that has never been cleaned. Spider webs, accumulated dust, unknown traces of condensation, scattered hair, tiny nails...all are confined in this closed space, which makes people feel uncomfortable.
Once you take one look at it, you won't want to look at it again.
Yu Xing only looked at it for two seconds before covering the bed back in disgust.
In fact, most people have this kind of thing under their bed against the wall at home, but how many people are willing to face it...except for the once-a-year general cleaning.
He straightened up, saw that the task of entering the room became [4/10], and finally decided to let this room go.
Before leaving the house, he turned around and took another look in the mirror.
He had checked the mirror just now and found that nothing was hidden, but his [good friend] didn't come, so he was a little disappointed.
His ghost notice has not been updated for a while. Judging from the way Bai Mian died, the ghost that killed Bai Mian was most likely Bai Mian's corresponding ghost. After Bai Mian died, this kind of monster disappeared from the castle.
I don’t know if he can make up the progress of the notification if he gets the corresponding props after disappearing.
I really want a reward...
So my good friend, please come and comfort him. He wants to trigger the notice. Damn it.
Thinking of this, Yu Xing glanced at Zeng Lai who was rummaging through boxes in the opposite room, and said gloomily: "I'll go to the next room and have a look."
Zeng Lai, who was busy, didn't look back and gave him an OK gesture. It wasn't until Yu Xing's footsteps moved that he reacted belatedly——
Why don't you feel happy when you hear Xing's tone?
The senior gambler looked back with some doubts, but saw no one. He only saw the opposite room that had been almost demolished. The small lamp was not turned off, clearly reflecting the tragic situation in the room.
"..."
Good guy, that room is pissed off!
It was a good thing that he didn't know the reason for Yu Xing's depression. If he knew that Yu Xing wanted the ghost to come to him, he might have staged a show of beating his teammates on the spot.
…
The layout of the next room is similar to the previous one, with slight differences in decorations, but the layout of the furniture is the same.
Yu Xing's eyes had adapted to the darkness, and now he could see the general outline of something in the dark. He walked to the table in the dark and turned on the lamp.
light is on.
From the corner of his eye, Yu Xing saw something move beside him. His pupils shrank subconsciously and he looked over there...it turned out to be a mirror.
The position of the mirror has changed, but generally speaking, it is still placed in a conspicuous place in the room. At this time, it is reflecting Yu Xing's well-proportioned and slender figure, and reflecting the faint light of the desk lamp.
Yu Xing's eyes lit up - the mirror in this room is more likely to scare people than the previous one!
He has long discovered that this castle combines many elements with the intention of giving the "sins" of "tourists" a more comfortable environment for activities. For example, if there are "good friends", then there will be unnecessary activities in the castle.
If there are ghosts that need a closed environment to kill, there will be many cabinets for people to hide in the castle; if there are ghosts in the form of sculptures, the castle will be filled with stone statues, which will play a natural role in confusing people.
It makes people hard to guard against.
The inexplicable prominence of the mirror in the room in the corridor on the fifth floor has exposed the fact that the castle here is facilitating the activities of some ghost. Yu Xing pretended not to notice anything and did the same thing in the previous room.
He made a copy of the matter, but this time he did not find any objects with scorch marks, nor did he find any broken pages.
Nothing was found.
He stretched out, moved his wrists, and was about to leave, when he heard a gentle knocking sound from behind.
He was in a walking posture at the moment, facing the door and the dark corridor outside the door, with his back to the mirror, so the knocks behind him could only come from the mirror!
"Da da da."
The knocking sound sounded regularly at a very slight but certainly audible volume, as if to attract the attention of the people in the room.
Yu Xing's eyes slightly bent, and the ends of his raised eyes showed the joy of succeeding in his plan.
That's right, he deliberately separated from Zeng Lai, deliberately left alone, and the dagger was hidden under his clothes. He was simply sending an unarmed perfect target for killing in front of the ghost. If [good friend] doesn't come back again,
It's too unreasonable to pinch this soft persimmon of his.
When he turned around, the calmness on his face had disappeared, replaced by a slightly frightened expression.
"Who?" Yu Xing asked tremblingly.
"Da da."
A response came from the large oval mirror.
Yu Xing hesitated and cautiously came closer, and saw his own face reflected in the mirror.
Different from the fear on his face, he was separated from himself in the mirror, showing a very friendly and cordial smile.
Yu Xing was very scared: "What do you want to do?"
The person in the mirror seemed to expect that he would ask this, and did not show any malice. He raised one of his two drooping hands and waved at Yu Xing, as if to say hello.
[You found a "good friend" and the ghost notice has been updated]
"This is consistent with Huai's description..." Yu Xing commented secretly in his heart, then thought about it, and raised his hand and waved despite the dazed expression of the person in the mirror, which can be said to be very polite.
The person in the mirror looked at him in silence for a moment, then curled his fingers and made a move, just like the words "come here" between friends.
"No!" Yu Xing said reluctantly, "If you can't get out, just play by yourself."
He turned to leave, but suddenly found that his lower body was a little stiff.
The movement of his legs became very difficult, as if his brain was giving an order, telling him not to walk, not to walk, and that he should get closer to the mirror.
"Da da, da da."
The knocking sound on the mirror became louder and faster. Yu Xing looked over again. He saw that he in the mirror did not move, but the knocking sound became louder and faster.
Following this regular sound, Yu Xing involuntarily moved towards the mirror step by step, as if his legs and brain were split into two individuals.
The brain says, don't go, it's dangerous.
The legs said, don't be afraid, go for it!
Then the only thing left free is the hand.
Yu Xing walked over step by step and almost reached the front. The mirror was placed on a special table. Yu Xing supported the table with a snap, using the force between them to push against himself.
Seeing that he didn't come closer, the "good friend" in the mirror smiled even deeper. It tried to open its mouth, but it was a little jerky, but the words it said were very close to Yu Xing's tone.
It said to Yu Xing in Yu Xing's voice: "I am your best friend, why don't you hold hands with me?"
As it spoke, it raised its other hand.
Why does that hand keep hanging down?
Because, a pair of long sharp scissors, shining with cold light, was slowly lifted up by Yu Xing in the mirror.