wisps of ghostly ghost energy poured out from the coffin, almost blocking Yu Xing's sight. He heard several harsh ghost screams coming from the coffin, and his muscles tensed, ready to run away at any time.
Fortunately, these ghost spirits are not endless. They quickly disappear in the air after leaving the coffin, as if they were only stored by someone to scare people.
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and noticed that the man in white's movements were speeding up. He reached out and touched Liu Xue's coffin based on his feeling. Sure enough, there was no body in the coffin. He picked up a hard object in his hand.
The coffins of the master, butler and Liu Bingxian were all empty. He quickly gave up. When the hand of the nearest man in white had already touched his shoulder, he ducked, stepped on the coffin wall to use his strength, jumped up, said sorry, and then rushed in.
into his own moldy coffin.
He took out the thick coffin lid, lay down, and closed himself up.
Before losing the light completely, he took the opportunity to take a look at the thing he got from Liu Xue's coffin - it was a piece of red fingernail.
The deduction prompt appears only at this time.
【You have obtained the key item "Recalling Snow", which can be put into the ghost bag】
Pinching his fingernails and stuffing them into the red cloth bag hanging on his waist, Yu Xing heard several slaps coming from above the coffin, causing the entire coffin to shake.
He stretched out his hand to hold the coffin lid to prevent it from shifting due to the tremors.
A few seconds later...
The sound of slapping receded further and further away like a tide, and the surrounding area fell into silence.
It was a complete dead silence that was enough to give people the illusion of deafness.
The coffin is obviously still the same coffin, filled with a musty smell. Because it is airtight, breathing will be very heavy in the coffin, and there will be a feeling of depression in the chest, making it easy to become drowsy.
But at this moment, it seemed a little different.
Yu Xing could only tell by the sound of his breathing that he had not lost his hearing.
He smiled. Although he was very confident that his judgment was not wrong, the current situation undoubtedly confirmed his speculation.
This small world created by ghosts was not something that followed rules from the very beginning.
Weeping in mourning does not necessarily mean sadness, the mourner does not necessarily have to be a person, and the "door" does not necessarily necessarily mean a door.
He had no intention of finding any real objects such as secret doors from the beginning. In the spiritual world of ghosts, symbolic meaning is much more important than physical objects.
As long as it is a passage connecting this place with the outside world, then it can be called a door.
As for the method of connection, no one has specified it.
ification.
Yu Xing's body suddenly shook, and then there was a brief feeling of weightlessness. His coffin seemed to be lifted up by someone, and it has been in a slightly shaking state ever since.
The sound of the suona sounded suddenly, almost right next to his ears this time.
As the old saying goes, among all musical instruments, the suona is the king.
Either ascending to heaven or worshiping in the church.
The play ends with the sound of the suona, with a white cloth covering the head and a small square box, walking and carrying, followed by a blanket of white.
A sad and heavy song of lamentation was played in its entirety. Yu Xing's coffin stopped and swayed slightly from side to side. As he listened, he felt that his mood was uncontrollably depressed.
While feeling depressed, there is also a bit of relief inside, just like a common person who has escaped the pain of the world and is finally no longer restricted by various relationships. He can have a piece of music played for himself and go on the road peacefully amidst the cries of relatives and friends.
.
At that time, you will find that what you are not willing to part with is just that you don’t want to part with it.
If relatives are reluctant to part with them, they are just reluctant to part with them.
After the funeral, you should do whatever you need to do and go on when you need to go. There is nothing to do in either case and it has nothing to do with it anymore.
Yu Xing knew that this was not his own emotion, but the emotion of the person originally lying in the coffin - or the young master and groom, who was infected with him in this specific scene.
He did not resist, and allowed himself to be immersed in this emotion. His thoughts gradually became blurred, his head became dizzy, and he fell into a light sleep.
Not long after, he suddenly felt his body become light and floated up from the coffin.
Yu Xing’s gaze penetrated the shackles of the coffin lid, gradually rose up, and finally floated in the air, becoming a bird’s eye view.
He saw a ghost alley...no, it should be a normal funeral street at this time.
On the straight street, there are many people in white clothes carrying a sedan. They have lively expressions and a white band on their heads. Their shadows move forward slowly with their steps. They are undoubtedly living people.
The coffin where he was lying was placed in the sedan. The suona player stood on both sides of the sedan, with his head slightly raised, his mouth puffed up, and his hands kept pressing on the instrument.
In front of the sedan were paper floats and people carrying mourning flags. On both sides of the street, shopkeepers selling wreaths and paper money stuck their heads out to pay attention to the funeral procession. Even the most arrogant people did not
Choose to speak out at this time.
The funeral procession gradually went away, losing the cover of the people in white. Fortunately, Yu saw an old man in a vest sitting on the street.
There is a low stool under the old man's buttocks. He is full of energy, his pipe is casually placed on his baggy trousers, he is wearing double-stitched cloth shoes, and he is eating with a porcelain bowl.
The white rice is sparse and soft when soaked in the soup, which is very friendly to the teeth of the elderly.
The old man was chewing vegetables and turned to look at the tail of the funeral procession. He seemed not very interested, so he turned around and hummed an off-key tune.
Funeral Street has regained its vitality. The shopkeepers brought small stools and sat in front of the shops, chatting with acquaintances. Someone asked the old man: "What are you eating today?"
The old man also smiled and replied: "Soybeans, green vegetables! The rice is delicious."
The man continued: "You have to eat in the morning? It smells so good!"
The old man looked at his bowl: "Yeah, I made it myself! Come tomorrow, I'll make you something to eat."
The man and several shopkeepers around him laughed. The shopkeepers said, "Can we also get some food? Who doesn't know that Lao Zhou is a good thief?"
The old man grinned happily, showing his yellow teeth, looking very friendly.
The shop owner who was a little further away looked at the laughter and laughter over there, lowered his voice, and sighed: "It's not easy for Lao Zhou. His wife died, his son ran away with his grandson, and he was the only one left..."
Others agreed: "Hey, he is a very nice old man. I hope he lives longer."
Yu Xing was floating in the sky, and he couldn't move, so he could only take in everything.
This is probably what the young master wanted him to see.
At this time, the funeral street is full of life, the morning fog has just lifted, and the shopkeepers opened their doors early, regardless of whether there are customers or not, and they look very happy.
The old man called Lao Zhou seemed to be very satisfied while eating the food he cooked. Others respected him for his age and always made him happy with his words.
This is the normal state of the world. People who believe in rumors and spread rumors may not necessarily be kind in life.
It’s just that most people and things in this world are like this. No one can tell how much merit or demerit a person has from living to dying.
After a while.
The sound of the suona was too far away to be heard.
The alley in front of Yu Xing began to peel off in pieces, the laughter and laughter disappeared, the shopkeepers gradually disappeared, and the sky turned gray.
This place has become what it was like when Yu Xingjin performed the deduction, old and mottled.
There is no one left.
A trace of melancholy grew in Yu Xing's heart. He didn't know whether it was the young master's emotions integrated into this small world that infected him, or whether he was really moved by the scene.
A person leaving with a cup of tea is just like he has seen parting many times.
No matter how lively the place is, no matter how lively the people are, they will eventually turn into ruined bones in front of him, and things will change and people will change.
He heard the tune humming by the old man in his ears, and he couldn't help but look around. There was no sign of the old man, only a dusty stool and a cloth shoe stained with blood.
This is what he saw when he first entered the deduction.
Yu Xing was silent, his eyes finally darkened, his consciousness faded, and he could faintly feel the coffin being lowered and buried in the soil, and the sound of the shovel scraping the sand kept coming and going.
After that, nothing can be seen.
[I don’t know why, I’m a little sad]
[I suddenly miss my grandpa]
[For those upstairs, why not take advantage of the safe time to go see grandpa?]
[He has passed away]
[Why is this stage so...I don’t know how to describe it]
[I estimate that the main theme of this deduction is tragedy]
[Damn, why, I’m here to see the jokes, not to feel the sadness]
[I still want to know why I am so sure that the door is the coffin]
[I want to know too much, he is so awesome that it’s like he got the script in advance]
[You can ask him questions during the long table time later]
After Yu Xing laid out the action plan and walked into the mourning hall, the number of viewers of their group's live broadcast continued to rise. Since the flow rate between the live broadcast and the real time was one to one, many players entered the system later and watched.
When I got the push for [Parallel Line of Death], I clicked on it.
This live broadcast deduction has its own recommendation system. Based on the speed of progress and the level of excitement determined by the system, the corresponding live broadcast room will be recommended to newcomers.
Yu Xing’s team is far ahead in progress, and their three live streaming rooms are all ranked first in the recommendation list.
The barrage has always been very lively. When the deducers separated, the perspectives of the live broadcast room were also separated. The process of Zhao Yijiu sneaking through the ghosts in the ghost house was captured and planned to be included in some highlights.
As for the two people who stayed in the mourning hall, Yu Xing and Zhao Ruru, they were first praised for their acting skills that made them cry whenever they wanted. Then they had a disagreement when Yu Xing touched the coffin.
The barrage went from shock to doubt. When he stuffed Zhao Ruru into the coffin, most of the people, like Zhao Ruru, had the feeling that he had been possessed by a ghost or had been dropped.
The main reason was Zhao Ruru’s eyes. The panic in her eyes was very clear. Even her teammates thought this way, and the audience in the live broadcast room became even more suspicious.
Because Zhao Yijiu's screen was separated from them, but Yu Xing and Zhao Ruru still stayed together, and the live broadcast room was integrated. It is very possible that, unknowingly, the real Yu Xing had disappeared or even died, and the audience was watching
, is Zhao Ruru’s live broadcast room alone!
There was no way, at that time Yu Xing was too much like a ghost whose plan had been successful and there was no need to keep pretending.
In other words, his calmness can be explained from two aspects. One is that he has a strong psychological quality and has strong confidence in his own judgment. The other is that he is a ghost. The more unfavorable the situation is for Zhao Ruru, the happier he is.
In short, he doesn’t look like a newly promoted person.
Many viewers' hearts were entangled as Zhao Ruru's coffin was sealed - and there was also the excitement of the line of depravity.
There was another wave of quarrels in the barrage. After Zhao Yijiu returned to the mourning hall, he had no doubt that Yu Xing was scolded stupid by some people for his appearance.
It wasn’t until Yu Xing lay in the coffin and the people watching on his screen were separated that everyone realized—Gan! He is not a ghost, he is a real person!
And it seems that the coffin is really a door.
Suddenly, his popularity exploded.
Someone recorded his villainous behavior and the speed of his life and death in getting the key items in Liu Xue's coffin. You can imagine how many people this video will make Yu Xing known to after the live broadcast ends.
Almost every live show has highlights, which is an important way to help performers obtain [deduction star level]. This level can be seen in the persona after promotion. Yu Xing was "no one cares" before, and is a star.
A deducer is the status obtained after being promoted to "the center of attention".
With Yu Xing’s perspective wandering all the way inside the coffin, the audience has begun to look forward to the [long table time] between each task stage.
…
There was a soft touch under his arms. Yu Xing broke out from the darkness, and the first thing he felt was the warmth of his familiar down jacket.
The furry collar swept across his face, he made a confused nasal sound, and sat up with his hands on his hands.
The ice blue long table came into view. Opposite him, Zhao Ruru stared at him expressionlessly. The complexity of his eyes was like looking at an indescribable monster.
【Congratulations on completing the first phase of this Death Parallel mission, please take a short rest here】
【Enable long table time, 20 minutes long】
【Tip: During the long table time, players can choose rewards for progress ranking, and can interact with the barrage, and answer bounty questions to get a large number of points as rewards, which will be included in the final income】
【Please note that this space is shared by all teams, but the system has restricted the barrage from disclosing any form of information to ensure the information rights of each team】
Yu Xing finally woke up completely.
This is a serious conference room with thirty seats on both sides of a long table. There is a huge screen at the head of the table and an empty exhibition cabinet with no apparent function at the end of the table.
Yu Xing is aware of the long table time, which can be regarded as a feature of Parallel Death. At the end of each stage of the task, the players will enter here to rest and interact with the audience.
The conference room is a public space, and each team must stay here for twenty minutes. During this period, teams with similar clearance times can meet here.
Hence, systematic monitoring of information is required to prevent barrages from revealing information from one team to another.
It is worth mentioning that the monitoring done by the system is absolute. It is absolutely impossible for viewers to use clever tricks to deliver information. Even if they have discussed in advance and created their own passwords to transmit text, as long as they have this intention, they will be blocked by the system and will be blocked.
Malicious violations carry prohibitive penalties.
For example, if you enter a string of numbers normally, 1234567, there will be no problem.
If someone says in advance that "1234567" means "a certain team found key information that you didn't find", then this person will not be able to send this string of numbers on the barrage.
The deduction system of the absurd world cannot be deduced using common sense. It can even be perceived by everyone's soul, so how can it not detect these small intentions?
No one can violate what it stipulates.
At least not yet.
But in the minds of the deducers, the absurd system is not an oppressor representing power, because it has also set rules for itself, and even the system itself must abide by these rules.
Just like in Alice Hell, the system clearly doesn't want Yu Xing to get the rule-level sacrifice [Forbidden Chair], but it can still only give prompts according to the prescribed price. It cannot arbitrarily increase the price of a sacrifice worth 4,000 points to 8,000.
, even if the object is Yu Xing.
To a certain extent, the system is fair, and therefore it is accepted and even loved by the majority of deducers, even though it is inherently terrible.
Zhao Ruru stared at Yu Xing and saw that he was awake, so he asked: "Are you a human?"
Yu Xing raised his eyebrows and gave her the same smile as when he was in the mourning hall.
Zhao Ruru shuddered: "Don't look at me like this, I'm afraid of you, that's it! I mean, are you a fucking human? Can't you just explain to me before you do anything? Do you know that I'm being raped by you?
When I was stuffed in the coffin, I almost had a cardiac arrest. Do you understand that kind of despair???"
A series of questions bombarded Yu Xing. Before Yu Xing could speak, Zhao Yijiu, who was lying on the seat to his right, moved his head. He quickly sat up straight and looked around cautiously.
Finding that he had arrived at a strange place, but both Yu Xing and Zhao Ruru were there, Zhao Yijius' tense muscles relaxed slightly. His eyes shifted to the huge screen at the end of the long table. The screen was scrolling with bullets.
Saying hello, congratulations and "hahahaha".
Then, Zhao Yijiu heard Yu Xing say in the pitiful tone of asking for forgiveness for doing something wrong: "I was wrong~ It was too late at the time, please forgive me?"