The dream on the first night was not too difficult, especially after Zhao Yijiu found Zhou Xue and protected her.
For the next period of time, the madman kept wandering around the Fang Mansion and seemed to not stop until he found them. However, when Zhao Yijiu was hiding nearby and observing secretly, he could see that the madman walked very calmly, not at all like what he showed.
So eager.
Have a good time to relax.
This word is most suitable for the madman’s current state.
He had to take Zhou Xue to change locations at any time - the other party was far more familiar with this mansion than they were, and the idea of hiding in a corner was simply unrealistic.
Fortunately, he only needed to take Zhou Xue to hide for an hour, and tonight would be over.
Zhao Yijiu walked beside Zhou Xue, thinking mentally as he walked.
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When Zhou Xue leaves here, the danger is reduced by at least half... As for himself, since he is playing the role of Young Master Fang, he knows that he will probably not be able to leave, and he will have to struggle with the perverted lunatic in this Fang Mansion as much as possible.
Collect clues.
…”
"Snapped!"
The clay pot shattered in front of him. Even though Zhao Yijiu had sensed it in advance and pulled Zhou Xue back a step, Zhou Xue still stumbled and his ankle was cut with a bloody gash by the flying fragments.
If Zhao Yijiu didn't pull her away and the jar was smashed on her head, she would only end up with a broken head and blood.
She breathed out involuntarily, and then looked up.
This is in front of the woodshed. Before she and the "groom" beside her came in, she looked carefully for a while and found no trace of the madman.
But it turns out that even the groom, a powerful helper, cannot detect when the lunatic wants to hide his identity.
Her raised eyes were facing the slightly raised corners of the madman's mouth under his half-mask on the roof.
This man didn't have the slightest idea that there was anything wrong with hitting people with a can. He even had one in his hand. Seeing Zhou Xue raise her head, she smiled and said, "Ah, it was dodged~"
After speaking, he looked at the alert Zhao Yijiu: "And this... Young Master Fang, are you too energetic today?"
Zhao Yijiu ignored him at all.
Although this way of speaking can easily arouse people's anger, he can't help it. He has heard it from Yu Xing many times and is almost used to it. This madman can't irritate him with just a few words.
The madman was half lying on the tiles of the roof, looking down at them, squinting his eyes for a while, and pointed the earthenware jar in his hand at Zhou Xue's head. Zhou Xue hurriedly dodged, but the earthenware jar had not touched her yet.
On the way, Zhao Yijiu cut off his beard, chopped him into pieces with a short knife, and flew out.
“Let’s go.” Zhao Yijiu glanced at the time and saw that there were only three minutes left. He felt that as long as he protected Zhou Xue, three minutes was only a short period of time.
The madman above... seems to be more of a play, and has not done anything serious yet, otherwise what he just smashed down would not be a jar, but the tip of a knife.
Zhao Yijiu and Zhou Xue's figures quickly disappeared from the yard with urgency. The man wearing the mask was still lying on the roof, his eyes were clear amber, looking at their backs thoughtfully.
“Not bad, you’re an interesting kid.” His slender fingers were casually placed on his belt, and one of his legs was bent, “It’s a pity... I have to kill you, otherwise, how can I give a gift to Aixing?”
“He will definitely like your head, right?”
…
The cold invaded the quilt and woke Zhou Xue up from the cold.
She woke up relatively peacefully this time, because in the last few minutes of the dream, the madman seemed to have given up chasing them, allowing her to have a relatively stable ending.
She checked the time with her mobile phone placed next to her pillow. She had only slept for two hours.
Zhou Xue seemed to have slept for seven hours. Stimulated by dreams, Zhou Xue was not sleepy at all.
She stared at the ceiling blankly, and a flash of red appeared in her mind. The difference was that this time when she thought of red clothes, what appeared was no longer the madman in the previous dream, but the groom of the Fang Mansion.
I wonder if it was because she met this kind-hearted groom in her dream today. Although the groom seemed to have a bad temper, at least he was protecting her, which gave her the feeling that she was not the only one resisting.
At this time, although she had dreamed of getting closer to the church, she was at the most peaceful moment in this month.
——Only a moment.
Feeling the endless cold, Zhou Xue came up with the idea that before going to bed, hadn't she already turned on the air conditioner?
She propped herself up and looked around, and found that there was a small crack in the window, cold wind kept pushing in from the outside, and the air conditioner stopped working for some reason.
Zhou Xue is used to some strange things happening in the room from time to time. To her, as long as her life is not endangered, small accidents like these in reality are no longer worth mentioning.
Anyway, caring too much will have no other use than making her particularly scared and causing insomnia. It is better to relax and think about how to solve the problem.
She gently got out of bed and wiped away the cold sweat she had held back in her dream. She felt that her whole body was sticky, but she was not bold enough to go to the bathroom to take a shower in the middle of the night. She could only wipe it with a towel and then observe
What happened to the air conditioner.
"The plug was pulled out..." She muttered, plugged it back in, and turned on the air conditioner.
While waiting for the room to warm up again, she sat on the bedside, touched Liang Sisi's pajamas, and thought of the madman's face in her dream.
This was the only time that she still clearly remembered the face of the person in her dream after waking up.
That madman is very good-looking, with a sense of contradiction all over his body.
He seems to pay great attention to his manners, but when he makes murderous moves, he doesn't care about it, just like a pervert.
Bah!
But he... looks really similar to Fang Xing in the company.
Wait a minute, Fang Xing? Fang Fu?
looks like?
Zhou Xue’s eyes widened, feeling like she had discovered something terrible!
Think about it, their "Nightmare" project team was established only half a month ago, and before that, Fang Xing often went to her department because of another project. If we say that she has
The abnormality was not caused by going to sweep the grave, but by some small tricks Fang Xing secretly did——
Completely possible!
Thinking of this, Zhou Xue recalled what Fang Xing had said to the ghost bride’s photo during the day today.
Paper knife, red nails...
The more I think about it, the more similar it becomes.
She swallowed and hugged herself tightly.
“It’s better to have less contact with Fang Xing from now on. At least take a good look at him to see if he shows any abnormality.” Although Fang Xing usually seems to be abnormal everywhere...
The air conditioner heated up very quickly, but Zhou Xue felt cold all over. Her sleepiness returned, and soon she fell asleep, touching the white jade on her neck.
Sleep until dawn.
The sky was whitening, and the sound of the elderly and aunties getting up early in the community to do morning exercises could be heard outside.
Just next door to Zhou Xue, Yu Xing heard Zhao Ruru whispering quietly on the bed in the bedroom, and sat up from the floor, his eyelids lazily unwilling to open.
"What are you doing?" After he came back from exploring Zhou Xue's room, he gave up half of his mind and took a solid sleep. At this time, his voice was hoarse and lazy, "Are you divination?"
Zhao Ruru's legs were still covered by the quilt, and her hair was loose. Yu Xing looked over and saw that she was holding a handful of unknown beans in her hand, scattering them on the sheets and arranging pictures carefully.
“Well, divination, don’t talk yet, hush.” Zhao Ruru squinted his eyes to see the scattered patterns, and it took him a long time to utter a somewhat confused syllable: “Hey, no problem?”
"What?" Yu Xing took out his phone and took a look. He was blinded by the six-thirty light on it. He lay down again and covered his head with the quilt. His voice became muffled, "If you have any questions, I should be able to
Sensed, what happened?"
"Let me tell you, last night after you went to bed first, I originally wanted to keep a vigil." Zhao Ruru's voice came from outside the quilt, "But I fell asleep like that! I slept very soundly! This is simply incredible.
It’s an unreasonable thing... I have never slept safely during a deduction, unless I was affected by a ghost."
“Ah…” Yu Xing was speechless for a moment.
So it turned out that he thought something was wrong, so he did the divination... He turned over and said nothing.
This is one of the sequelae of his immortality, which only appeared in recent years. Anyone who is close to him at night will easily fall into a deep sleep.
In other words, he can be called a humanoid self-propelled powerful sleeping pill.
When he was in Coffin Village before, Xiao Xuechen seemed to be affected by this.
Yu Xing was covered in quilt. He knew that due to the darkness, most of the shots in the live broadcast room were outside the quilt, so he was probably in a state where he was not being watched.
Perhaps it was because he had just woken up and was not yet awake, so his eyes were slightly vacant and he was a little stunned.
Zhao Ruru said...she has never had a good night's sleep during deductions, unless she was affected by ghosts.
Affected by ghosts...
Is his ability really so similar to that of a ghost?
The breath in his body was recognized by Xu Shu, who was familiar with ghosts, as a ghost. Zhao Ruru in the mourning hall also thought that he was possessed by a ghost. In addition, the recovery ability in Alice Hell frightened even the mirror ghosts, and Yi Qing said that ghosts can interact with each other.
They sense each other, and his ability to perceive curses, sacrifices, ghosts and other things is far beyond that of ordinary deducers.
Perhaps in a sense, he is indeed a ghost-like existence?
This knowledge has never appeared in his mind. Today, for some reason, all the details from the past have emerged, making Yu Xing feel a little uncertain.
What if what those researchers at the actor did to him a long time ago was to transform him into a ghost?
What if he is the only one who thinks that he is still human?
Xu Shu is an extremely good deducer in the Xu family and has the strongest affinity with ghosts. Would the other party really come to test him just because he saw something wrong at first sight? If it were him, he would only do this if he was very sure.
The quilt was too stuffy, but Yu Xing could bear it. When he came to his senses, he found that he had thought too much.
At this point, does it matter whether he is a human, a ghost or a monster?
It’s not important anymore.
As long as he does what he should do, it doesn't matter what the final outcome is, whether he breaks the twisted rules and returns to the dust, or is called a mentally retarded ghost, whether he gets redemption or more sins, it doesn't matter.
He just needs to do what he has to do.
"Ah ah ah, it's unbelievable. No matter how you calculate it, you tell me that there is no evil or disaster. Could it be that I couldn't help but fall asleep?" Zhao Ruru calculated several times again, and finally became angry and lifted the quilt, "Okay, I
It’s time to get up!”
Because during the live broadcast, the two of them only took off their coats when sleeping. After Zhao Ruru got up, he wanted to pick up Yu Xing who was laying on the floor, but was severely rejected.
“Get up, boss!”
“Can’t afford it.”
“Hey, hey, you’re too awesome to stay in bed during the deduction.”
"Thank you for the compliment."
“Shall I make breakfast for you? Get up and eat it after I finish it.”
“I don’t want to eat, so don’t bother me.”
Since Yu Xing firmly stated that he would not get up until eight o'clock, Zhao Ruru did not dare to really trouble him, so he could only wash up and make breakfast alone.
Just when they had spent the first night safely, the audience dispersed to other people's live broadcast rooms.
Due to the speed of time, the team that is still in the first stage of the mission allows the audience to kill the time without plot and avoid fatigue.
It was not until noon, when it was almost time for Zhao Ruru and Zhou Xue to go to the cemetery as agreed upon, that the audience came back in droves.
[I am convinced of Xing’s psychological quality]
[Ah? It’s eleven o’clock, you didn’t just wake up, right?]
[It’s hard to say that he just woke up. He has been writing and drawing since he got up. What he wrote can’t be seen clearly without zooming in. I only know that he was really serious when he was drawing. He is the original painter]
[Perhaps he is a painter in real life, but I think he has a very artistic temperament]
[New here upstairs? What you see may not necessarily be what Xing himself looks like]
[This side is not as good looking as the cold wine one. I don’t know what the deduction system is thinking. I still have time to sleep here, but the cold wine side just escapes for n hours. It’s so unfair]
[Lengjiu and that NPC, or boss, shouldn’t they still be fighting each other now]
[I didn’t expect that? I really haven’t had much rest. I always feel weird. That NPC’s physical strength is much better than cold wine, and he is obviously a ghost]
[Otherwise, how can we call it a boss? I suspect that the difficulty and death point at this stage is that everyone falls into a dream and plays escape with that master, and we have to take Zhou Xue with us]
[There is no way, the protection mission is just like this, good luck]
[All teams have finished the first stage. Wow, Zhao Yanran exploded after losing her boyfriend. Her group entered the conference room almost at the same time as the other two groups]
[Isn’t the long table time very lively]
[The progress is gradually coming back]
Members of the three major families are indeed the elite among the deducers. In the parallel line of death, they can often reduce the mortality rate by virtue of their stronger intelligence or talent.
The first phase is over. Except for the members of the Zhao Yanran group with a foreign surname, the remaining 26 people are all alive.
While the following groups were chasing progress by relying on the difference in time flow, Zhao Ruru had already packed up and went out with Zhou Xue.
The cemetery is far away from the city center and is located in the outer suburbs. The high-speed rail is not accessible, so the two decided to take the high-speed rail to the nearest station and then take a taxi. After all... it is not worth driving your own car in case anything happens.
, if the person is alive in the end and the car is destroyed, Zhou Xue will also feel distressed.
Watching the two girls leave from the window, Yu fortunately had time to take a glass of water and slowly sort out what he had written in the morning.
Of course I’m not painting the original painting.
How could he waste time on meaningless acting when there were many clues to sort out?
After finishing, Yu Xing stuffed the paper into the desk drawer, got up and walked out of the room.
He put on his coat, took a taxi, and reported the location of the cemetery.
Zhao Ruru has been updating him on the progress of the journey on her mobile phone. It seems that the two girls will arrive first.
Yu Xing held her cell phone in her hands and looked out the window to look at the scenery. She occasionally responded to the driver’s chatting topics, and finally at a certain moment——
Zhao Ruru didn’t reply to him.
The whole person seemed to have disappeared, and there was suddenly no news.