"As expected." Jian Yi grabbed Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao the moment before rushing into the house, and happened to have the three of them stop one meter in front of the house.
"Hiss..." Zhao Zichao, who was unaware, looked back and saw that the skeleton rushed over and pounced on his body.
"ah!!!!"
Compared with the simple calmness and Lin Xi's composure, Zhao Zichao's ghostly scream stood out particularly.
The skeleton was very fast, flying in front of the three of them in just one breath, and took a picture of them.
Nothing happened.
The skeleton disappeared in an instant.
"What...what's going on?" Zhao Zichao still didn't dare to open his eyes, "Am I dead?"
"Is this an illusion..." Lin Xi let out a long breath. Although she had also made such a conjecture, the pain when the claws scratched her was so strong that she did not see that her health had actually increased.
No change.
"The psychological suggestion of pain can also be regarded as a kind of hallucination." Jian Yi took a step back, looked at the rusty iron fence, and added, "If you perceive that you have been hurt through vision or hearing, then your body
It gives the nervous system the illusion of pain."
For example, a very famous interrogation method is to blindfold the prisoner and then put a basin of water at his feet.
If you keep dripping water into the basin and tell the prisoner that you cut the blood vessels in his thigh, he will actually feel a cold on his leg and believe it.
Coupled with the dark and helpless environment, it is easy for prisoners to confess under such tremendous psychological pressure.
This is psychological suggestion.
"Its purpose is just to drive us in?" Zhao Zichao didn't understand the other party's approach. "Our purpose is essentially the same as it, right? Even if it doesn't drive us in, we still want to go in."
"Fleeing in panic and walking in openly are two different things," Jian Yan glanced at him, "One is a hunter and the other is prey."
He put his hand on the iron gate: "This is indeed a building from the Republic of China... In that era, those who could live in such a magnificent house were either traitors and lackeys, or devils and warlords."
"But what happened to the mountain god that the bone just talked about?" Zhao Zichao was confused when he heard it, "g, if it is an illusion, the plot direction is too bizarre, right?"
Lin Xi rolled her eyes at him, and then shifted her gaze to the old courtyard wall: "Is there any point in discussing this now? Let's solve the current problem first... Also, if you are afraid, don't put your hands on my shoulders and tremble.
Alright?"
Zhao Zichao took away his trembling hands and seemed to be mumbling something, but neither of them could hear clearly.
For people like him, who rely on talent for painting and good looks for socializing, they never need to think about IQ and EQ.
As for Lin Xi, a diligent student, his IQ is not that good, but his emotional intelligence is comparable to that of Zhao Zichao.
These two apprentices are completely opposite to each other.
Lin Xi gradually moved in the direction of simplicity, while Zhao Zichao was on his own road and never returned.
Everyone who knows him knows that he is kind-hearted and righteous, but strangers naturally think that he is innocent and does not look like an adult in his early twenties.
"Come here and see, there are traces of gunpowder here." Whenever two students have a conflict, they need to be easily reconciled, so he quickly used this new discovery to change the topic. This can be regarded as a teacher's responsibility... although it is very difficult.
Few students are as happy friends as they are.
"Here we come." Lin Xi made a face at Zhao Zichao who was thinking indifferently, and then walked to Jian Yi's side.
There are obvious black marks on the wall, but the coverage area is very small, only less than 20 centimeters in length, as if it was accidentally rubbed on.
[Name: Gunpowder]
[Type: Drama]
[Quality: Average]
[Explanation: Over time, gunpowder has lost its ability to burn]
[Can the script be brought out: No]
[Note: Under normal circumstances, it will burn violently when exposed to fire, but it cannot be used when it is wet]
The location of this trace appears very cleverly. It happens to be not far from the gate. Because the wall is white, it becomes more obvious.
"Towards the main entrance?" Lin Xi frowned, still having no idea, "It feels like the gunpowder was transported in a big way... So does this mean that the owner of the house is a warlord?"
"It looks like it was scratched, right?" Zhao Zichao bypassed Lin Xi and came over from the other side, "Master, look, the direction of the scratch is obviously to the right."
He paused, glanced at Lin Xi cautiously, and then added: "Even if you are a warlord, you can't transport arms to your own family, right?"
"Well... Xiao Zhao is right," Jian Jian nodded. "Just judging from this trace, the left is deep and the right is shallow. It is indeed to the right rather than to the left, so we cannot judge that the homeowner is a warlord leader.
, there were many cases of bandits robbing wealthy businessmen in that era.”
Before he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly came from the southeast. This kind of weird weather is common in the north, but it is rare in the script.
Zhao Zichao wanted to wrap up his clothes, but found that he was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. He sneezed: "Are you urging us to go in? This mountain god is too impatient."
With a bang, a bolt of thunder fell in the thorn forest nearby, making him tremble with fright.
"Come on, let's just calm down on someone else's territory. This powerful dragon can't even overpower the local snakes, let alone a few high school students who have no power to restrain a chicken."
Jian Yi patted the dust on his palms and said slowly: "Maybe... the owner of this house has no direct relationship with the mountain god?"
The current situation is too complicated, and they don't want to and can't cause more trouble.
Feng Buqing is still alive, but his whereabouts are unknown.
There may be countless secrets hidden in this ancient house.
Lin Xi and Zhao Zichao pushed open the iron fence door that was closed by the strong wind, while Jian Yan walked behind with a flashlight, always paying attention to the surrounding situation.
[The lost ancient house has been found, and the first stage of the main mission has been completed. 】
The sudden beep slightly weakened the depressing atmosphere. None of the three people spoke, quietly waiting for the update of the main mission.
[Main mission: Enter the villa and investigate a past event]
There is not much difference from the guesses of the three people. As long as it is related to the "ancient house", the plot has a great relationship with the past.
But is this mission... a bit too general?
Since this script involves supernatural forces, the simple level of alertness is significantly improved compared to the previous script.
Because no one knows whether a thunder will suddenly fall from a certain direction and kill you.
The underlying logic of the supernatural worldview is chaos and uncertainty.
Countless emergencies will make people panic. Once they get confused, they will definitely die.
