Chu Ping felt that he and the rooftop were quite destined. When he was in the bus company, he was finally forced to go to the rooftop, and now he ran to the rooftop again.
Looking at the empty rooftop, at that moment, Chu Ping was a little confused because he didn't know what he should do next.
"You can't jump, right?"
The sound of the woman behind her banging against the door continued, and strands of red threads also slipped in along the gaps, like tiny red tentacles that kept twisting their bodies.
The red thread seemed to smell Chu Ping's breath, and then rushed in the direction of Chu Ping. It looked like a ferocious beast that smelled the smell of blood, and Chu Ping was its prey that made it crazy.
Chu Ping stood on the rooftop, looking at the red threads flying towards him. The yin energy around him surged. Chu Ping seemed to have no choice at this time.
Looking down, I saw endless darkness, like an endless abyss.
Glancing to one side, a flash of yellow appeared in front of Chu Ping.
This should be the first time Chu Ping has been so close to that yellow shadow.
Reaching out to grab it, a yellow cloth strip fell into Chu Ping's hand, with red writing faintly emerging inside.
「YouJuIJu」
Chu Ping looked confused. He didn't know why such a sentence suddenly appeared.
"Is this a fan of Titanic?"
Just when Chu Ping was hesitating, the red silk thread behind him was getting closer and closer to him, as if it would entangle him in the blink of an eye.
On the other side, the door leading to the rooftop had been severely deformed. Scarlet liquid slowly flowed out from the cracks in the door, and thick despair filled the air.
Chu Ping was shocked. He knew that now he had only one way left to go.
He turned around and looked into the darkness, muttering the words on the yellow cloth strip just now.
「YouJuIJu」
He closed his eyes, and then jumped down suddenly. Chu Ping was enveloped in thick darkness, and the coldness penetrated into his bones. At that moment, Chu Ping seemed to feel that what he fell into was not darkness, but a pool of cold stagnant water.
Bitingly cold.
…
The imagined pain of hitting the ground did not occur. Instead, I felt dizzy, as if I had been on a roller coaster for several times.
His eyes suddenly opened, his stomach was churning, and he turned over. Chu Ping squatted on the spot and vomited.
"What a lucky person. He can wake up from his dream. It's beyond my expectation."
Following the sound, a person wearing a crying face mask and a person wearing a smiling face mask appeared in front of Chu Ping.
What surprised Chu Ping even more was that there were not only the three of them in the room, but three other people were lying neatly next to Chu Ping. Two of them had masks on their faces, and the third one had a mask on his face.
A diagonal scar runs across the entire face.
Chu Ping's eyes widened, he knew all these people.
The two masked ones were No. 6 and No. 8, but they seemed to have made no sound. Only the scar-faced No. 7 was still twitching, foaming at the mouth, and seemed to be in poor condition.
Not too good.
"What's going on?"
Chu Ping immediately touched his lower back, but there was nothing there.
"Bang--"
An incredibly curved swinging stick was thrown out by a man wearing a crying face mask.
"Are you looking for this?"
The man wearing the crying face mask spoke, but his voice was a bit sharp, like the sound of a knife cutting through glass.
"Should I call you No. 10, the interviewer, or the acting president?"
The experience just now was quickly filtered through Chu Ping's mind. It was only then that he was sure that everything he had experienced just now was a trap set by the two people in front of him, or it was a hallucination and dream.
"It seems like you learned a lot in your dream."
Chu Ping recalled everything that had just happened, and it seemed so real.
"When did you start falling into a dream? Was it when I entered Jinhua Community?"
Chu Ping narrowed his eyes slightly. If it was true, as he said, that he had fallen into the dreams of the two interviewers when he entered Jinhua Community, then the rickety uncle Chu Ping had met before, and
Could it be that the one-eyed grandma, the woman and the child on the third floor were all dreams created by the two interviewers?
It is possible that the diary on the fourth floor does not exist at all now, and its purpose is to bring people related to Yu Fei to the surface.
"You are looking for a mole!"
Chu Ping glanced at No. 8. It was obvious that according to the course of what had just happened, No. 8 lying on the ground now was the mole.
"Jinhua Community is a ghost specially created by the president. No matter how powerful my ability is, I can't affect the entire ghost."
After hearing this, Chu Ping breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he finally found out something about Yu Fei. If he told himself that those things were all false, Chu Ping would probably be furious to death.
"When was that?"
Chu Ping picked up the bent stick on the ground. It was obvious that the stick could no longer be used.
"It looks like I really need to change to something for self-defense."
"When you enter this building, you have already entered the dream. Some things in the dream can also be reflected in reality, such as these people."
The interviewer with a crying face pointed at the other three people lying on the ground.
"All I can do is pull the three of you into a dream, and then combine it with reality to find the answer I'm looking for."
The interviewer with a crying face didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this matter, but in Chu Ping's opinion, if he hadn't been lucky, he would have been lost in the dream, or even died directly.
Chu Ping wanted to point his finger at the crying interviewer's nose and yell at him, but from the current situation, he didn't seem to have the capital to compete with him.
Chu Ping touched his back, but fortunately his backpack was still there.
"But what surprises me is that you can actually wake up from your dream."
The interviewer with a crying face seemed to have a hint of disbelief in his eyes, and then he glanced at the interviewer with a smiling face next to him, as if the two of them had made some decision.
"Lucky and strangely favored one, are you willing to join the Weird Tales Association?"
The cry-faced interviewer's voice came very suddenly, catching Chu Ping a little off guard.
After a brief moment of shock, the corners of Chu Ping's mouth twitched, as if he had no other choice now.
He nodded immediately and said, "I do."
After those three words were spoken, Chu Ping always felt like he was being asked by the priest in church, whether you are poor or rich, are you willing to love the person next to you?
Damn it, the person next to others is their wife, but now Chu Ping is facing two madmen.
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