The dream of 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 in the Fang Mansion, and seemed to not give up until he found them. However, when Zhao Yijiu hid beside him and observed secretly, he could see that the madman walked calmly and was not as eager as he showed.
Have a good time.
This word is the most suitable for the current state of a lunatic.
He had to take Zhou Xue to change his position at any time - the other party was far more familiar with this mansion than they did, and the idea of hiding in a corner was simply unrealistic.
Fortunately, he only needs to take Zhou Xue to hide for an hour, and it will be over tonight.
Zhao Yijiu walked beside Zhou Xue, thinking mentally while walking.
When Zhou Xue left here, the danger was at least half less... As for himself, since he played the role of Young Master Fang, he knew that he would probably not be able to leave, and he had to entangle with the perverted madman in this Fang mansion and collect clues as much as possible.
“…”
"Bang!"
The clay pot was shattered in front of him. Even though Zhao Yijiu felt something in advance and pulled Zhou Xue back, Zhou Xue still staggered, and the splashed fragments cut a bloody hole.
If Zhao Yijiu didn't pull her and smashed the clay pot with her head, she would have to end up bleeding.
She couldn't help but let out a low voice, then looked up.
This is in front of the woodshed. Before she and the "groom" around her came in, she looked at it for a while, but she did not find any trace of the lunatic.
But it turns out that when a madman wants to hide his body, even the powerful helper, the groom, cannot detect it.
Her eyes raised were facing the corner of her mouth slightly curled under the half mask of the madman.
This man didn't have any sense of anything wrong with hitting people with a can. He even had one in his hand. Seeing Zhou Xue look up, he smiled and said, "Ah, I've been avoided~"
After saying that, he looked at Zhao Yijiu who was alert: "And this... Master Fang, are you a little energetic today?"
Zhao Yijiu ignored him at all.
Although this way of speaking is easy to arouse people's anger, he can't resist it. He has heard it many times in Yu Xing's place and is almost used to it. This lunatic can't even arouse him with just a few words.
The madman lay halfway on the bricks on the roof, looking down at them, squinted for a while, and the clay pot in his hand greeted Zhou Xue's head. Zhou Xue hurriedly avoided, but before the clay pot touched her, Zhao Yijiu halfway through, and chopped it with a short knife and flew out.
"Go away quickly." Zhao Yijiu took a look at the time, and there were only three minutes left. He felt that as long as he protected Zhou Xue, three minutes would be a very small period of time.
The madman above... seems to be more of a play, not serious yet, otherwise what he smashed down just now would not be a clay pot, but a knife tip.
Zhao Yijiu and Zhou Xue quickly disappeared into the yard with urgency. The man wearing a mask was still lying on the roof, his eyes were clear amber, and he looked at their backs with thoughtful thoughts.
"It's okay, a little interesting kid." His slender fingers were casually placed on his belt, and his legs bent, "It's a pity... I have to kill you, otherwise, how can I give Ah Xing a gift?"
"He will definitely like your head, right?"
...
The cold invaded the quilt and woke Zhou Xue up alive.
She woke up peacefully this time because in the last few minutes of the dream, the madman seemed to give up chasing them and allowed her to have a relatively stable ending.
She only slept for two hours after using her cell phone next to her pillow.
Zhou Xue seemed to have been sleeping for seven hours, and was not sleepy at all under the stimulation of her dreams.
She looked at the ceiling blankly, and a red color appeared in her mind. The difference was that when she thought of red clothes this time, the person who appeared was no longer the madman in her dream in the past, but the groom of the Fang family.
I don’t know if it was because I met this kind-hearted groom in my dream today. Although the groom looked very bad-tempered, at least he was protecting her, which made her feel that she was not resisting alone.
At this time, although she had a dream of going further away from the church, she was in the most reassuring moment in this month.
——Only a moment.
Feeling the endless cold, Zhou Xue had an idea. Didn’t she turn on the air conditioner before going to bed?
She held up her body and looked around and found a small gap in the window, and the cold wind kept squeezing in from outside, while the air conditioner was just working for some reason.
Some strange things often happen in the room. Zhou Xue has become accustomed to it. For her, as long as she does not endanger her life, these small accidents like in reality are no longer worth mentioning.
Anyway, I care too much that it will make her particularly afraid of insomnia, and it is useless. It is better to relax and think about how to solve this problem.
She got out of bed gently and wiped the cold sweat she had in her dream, feeling her whole body sticky, but she was not bold enough to go to the bathroom to take a shower in the middle of the night, so she could only wipe it with a towel and observe what happened to the air conditioner.
"The plug was pulled out..." She murmured twice, plugged the plug again, and turned on the air conditioner.
While waiting for the room to warm up again, she sat at the head of the bed, touched her cool pajamas, and remembered the face of the madman in her dream.
This was the only time, when she woke up, she clearly remembered the person in her dream.
That lunatic is very beautiful, with a sense of contradiction all over his body.
He seemed to pay great attention to his demeanor, but when he made murderous moves, he ignored him and looked like a pervert.
Pooh!
It's a pervert!
But he... looks like Fang Xing in the company.
Wait, Fang Xing? Fang Mansion?
Looks like it?
Zhou Xue's eyes widened, feeling that she had discovered something amazing!
Think about it, their "Nightmare" project team was only half a month ago. Before that, Fang Xing often went to her department because of another project. If the abnormality on her body was not caused by going to the grave, but Fang Xing secretly made some small moves-
It's entirely possible!
Thinking of this, Zhou Xue recalled the opinions made by Fang Xing on the photo of the ghost bride in the day of today.
Paper cutter, red nails...
The more I think about it, the more I look.
She swallowed and hugged herself tightly.
"I'd better contact Fang Xing less after that. At least I have to see if he shows any abnormalities." Although Fang Xing usually looks abnormal everywhere...
The air conditioner heated up very quickly, but Zhou Xue felt chill all over. Her sleepiness came back. After a while, she touched Bai Yu on her neck and fell asleep.
It's time to dawn.
The sky was white, and the sound of the old man and the old man who were getting up early in the community in the morning exercise came outside.
Just next to Zhou Xue, Yu Xing heard Zhao Ruru on the bed in the bedroom quietly muttering, sitting up from the floor, her eyelids lazily not wanting to open.
"What are you doing?" He put down half of his heart after searching Zhou Xue's room and slept in a real sleep. At this time, his voice was hoarse and lazy, "Divine?"
Zhao Ruru's quilt was still covered with legs and his 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 bed sheet and carefully placing pictures.
"Well, divination, don't talk for now, shh." Zhao Ruru narrowed his eyes and looked at the pattern that was sprinkled. It took him a little puzzled syllable: "Huh, no problem?"
"What." Yu Xing took out his cell phone and looked at it. He was blinded by the six-thirty. He lay down again, covered his head with a quilt, and his voice became dull. "What's the problem I should be able to sense? What happened?"
"I'll tell you, after you went to bed last night, I wanted to watch the night." Zhao Ruru's voice came from outside the quilt, "But I fell asleep like this! I still slept very soundly! This is simply unreasonable... I have never slept in deductions, unless it is affected by ghosts."
"Ah..." Yu Xing was speechless for a moment.
It turned out that he was divining because he thought something was wrong... He turned over and didn't say anything.
This is one of the sequelae of his ability to gain immortality. It has only appeared in recent years. Anyone who is close to him at night can easily fall into a deep sleep.
In other words, he can be called a humanoid self-propelled powerful sleeping pill.
When he was in the coffin village before, Xiao Xuechen seemed to be affected by this.
Yu Xingmeng was in the quilt. He knew that because it was pitch black, the camera in the live broadcast room was cut outside the quilt, so he was probably in a state of being unattended.
Perhaps because he was not awake when he just woke up, his eyes were slightly empty and he was a little stunned.
Zhao Ruru said...she has never slept well in deduction unless it is influenced by ghosts.
Influenced by ghosts...
Is his abilities really that similar to ghosts?
The aura in his body was recognized as a ghost by Xu Shu, who was familiar with ghosts. Zhao Ruru in the mourning hall also thought he was possessed by ghosts. In addition, Alice's recovery ability that scared the mirror ghosts in hell, and Yi Qing said that ghosts can sense each other, and his perception of curses, sacrifices, and ghosts is far more than that of ordinary deducers.
Perhaps in a sense, he is indeed a ghost-like existence?
This cognition has never appeared in his mind. Today, for some reason, all the details of the past emerged, making Yu Xing a little uncertain.
What if the actor's researchers did to him a long time ago was to transform him into a ghost?
What if he is the only one who wishes to think that he still belongs to human beings?
Xu Shu is an excellent deducer of the Xu family and has the strongest affinity with ghosts. Will the other party really come to him to test it because he sees it wrong at first glance? If it were him, he would only do this with great confidence.
Yu Xing could bear it because he was too bored under the quilt. He came to his senses and found that he was thinking too much.
At this point, is it important to be a human, a ghost or a monster?
It doesn't matter anymore.
As long as he finishes what he should do, what is the final outcome, whether he breaks the twisted rules and returns to the dust, or calls a ghost with incomplete minds, whether he gets redemption or more sin, it doesn't matter.
He just needs to do what he should do.
"Ahhhh, I can't believe it. No matter how you calculate, I tell me that there is no evil or disaster. Can't I really fall asleep?" Zhao Ruru did it several times, and finally became irritable and lifted the quilt, "Okay, I'm going to get up!"
Because during the live broadcast, both of them only took off their coats while sleeping. After Zhao Ruru got up, he wanted to pull Yu Xing, who was hitting the floor, but was severely rejected.
"Get up, boss!"
“No.”
"Hey, hey, you're so awesome in deduction."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"I'll make you breakfast? You'll get up and eat after I finish cooking."
"I won't eat, don't make a fuss about me."
Because Yu Xing firmly stated that he would never get up until eight o'clock, Zhao Ruru didn't dare to make trouble for him, so he could only whisper to wash and make breakfast alone.
Just as they spent their first night safely, the audience scattered to the live broadcast room of others.
Due to the time flow rate, the team that is still in the first phase of the task can allow the audience to waste time without plot well, so as not to get tired.
It was not until noon that it was almost time for Zhao Ruru and Zhou Xue to go to the cemetery that the audience rushed back.
[I am convinced of my luck in psychological quality]
[Ah? It's eleven o'clock, I won't just wake up]
[It's hard to say that he just woke up. After he got up, he kept writing and painting. He couldn't see clearly what shots he wrote without enlarging them. He only knew that he was really serious when painting, and the original painter was the master]
[Maybe they are painters in reality, but I think they have a very artistic temperament]
[Newcomer upstairs? What you see may not be what Qiu himself looks like]
[There is no cold wine here and there. I don’t know what the deduction system thinks. I still have time to sleep here. It’s unfair to escape from the cold wine here and run away from the cold wine here and it’s too unfair]
[Lengjiu and that npc, or boss, aren't still fighting now]
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! [I didn't expect it? I really didn't take a break. I always feel strange. That NPC is much better than cold wine. It's obviously all the ghosts' identities]
[Otherwise, what is the boss? I suspect that the difficulty and death point of this stage are that everyone dreams and plays for escape from the master, and they have to bring Zhou Xue, the oil bottle]
[No way, the protection task is like this bird, I wish you good luck]
[All teams have ended the first stage. Wow, Zhao Yanran exploded after losing her boyfriend. Her group and the other two groups entered the conference room almost at the same time]
[Isn't that long table very lively]
[The progress is gradually recovered]
Members of the three major families are worthy of being the elite among the deducers. In the death parallel, they can often use their stronger intelligence or talent to quit the mortality rate.
At the end of the first phase, except for the other members of Zhao Yanran's group, all the remaining twenty-six people survived.
When the group behind was chasing the progress with the time flow rate difference, Zhao Ruru had already packed up and went out with Zhou Xue.
The cemetery is far from the city center and is located in a remote suburbs. The high-speed rail is not accessible, so the two decided to take the high-speed rail to the nearest station first and then take a taxi. After all,... it is not worth driving your own car. If something happens, Zhou Xue will feel distressed if the person is alive and the car is destroyed.
Watching the two girls leave through the window, Yu Xing took a glass of water leisurely and slowly sorted out what he wrote in the morning.
Of course not drawing original paintings.
How could he waste his time on the needless acting while there are many clues to be sorted out?
After sorting it out, Yu Xing stuffed the paper into the desk drawer, got up and walked out of the room.
He put on his coat, took a car, and reported to the location of the cemetery.
Zhao Ruru kept informing him of the progress of the journey on his mobile phone. It seemed that two girls would arrive first.
Yu Xing pinched his cell phone, looked out the window and occasionally responded to two casual conversations about the driver, and finally at a certain moment—
Zhao Ruru will not reply to him.
The whole person seemed to have disappeared, and suddenly there was no news.