"This dormitory is different from the previous ones." Zhu Jianing stood at the door of the dormitory, seemingly ready to run back at any time: "It feels a bit like an escape room. The clues to the exit are probably hidden here, right?"
"I don't know, this is the first time I've seen a haunted house with such a high degree of freedom. The owner is really generous and is not afraid of tourists getting into trouble." Fei Youliang walked to the chair and picked up the pieces of white paper, which were written on them -
—When will I die? How will I die? Who will die next?
"This scene looks a bit like a pen fairy game, but..." Fei Youliang looked at the ballpoint pen wrapped with transparent tape on the chair: "Isn't this pen too weird?"
"Is there any mechanism?" Zhu Jianing also came over, took the ballpoint pen in his hand, pressed it hard a few times, and almost broke the pen barrel: "It seems to be a very ordinary pen."
"Do you still remember what the owner of the haunted house said before he came in?"
"The haunted house contains four small scenes. You must experience them all to get clues about the exit."
"Yes, the clues to the exit are hidden in four small scenes. Let's look for them carefully. From my experience, there should be keys and notes in this dormitory."
The dormitory was not big, so the two of them searched every corner but found no clue.
"This haunted house is a bit difficult, and the design is also very clever." Fei Youliang flattened the white paper in his hand on the table. There were words written on three papers, but only one was blank: "Do you have to experience the pen once?"
Only by playing fairy games can we know the answer?"
"It's not good to play the pen fairy game in a haunted house." Zhu Jianing looked at the questions on the white paper and felt a little flustered.
"Of the four small scenes in the haunted house, this one seems to be relatively simple. If you don't use it as a breakthrough, are you going to go back to that classroom to look for clues?" Fei Youliang gestured impatiently: "Besides, do you really think you can?
Is there a pen wizard in this world? Come here quickly and try it once. If it doesn't work, just leave."
He didn't know what was wrong. He always felt uncomfortable. The negative emotions he had been suppressing in his heart were aroused, and he had the urge to destroy everything.
Zhu Jianing reluctantly walked to the opposite side of Fei Youliang, and the two stood on either side of the chair, one on the left and the other on the right.
"But I don't know the process of the game."
"Don't worry, I've watched a lot of movies about Pen Fairy, and I tried it several times at home a long time ago. They were all lies. This game can be explained by science." Fei Youliang held the pen vertically and hovered.
On the only blank piece of paper: "Put your finger between my fingers, clasp the pen barrel, and then don't worry about anything."
"Okay." Zhu Jianing trusted Fei Youliang very much. He squatted on the side of the chair and held the ballpoint pen in the middle: "What do you do next?"
"Just keep quiet." Fei Youliang wrote the words "yes" and "no" on the white paper. When there was no more noise in the girls' dormitory, he said softly: "Bixian, Bixian, you are mine."
In my previous life, I was your present life. If you want to come, just draw a circle on the paper."
As soon as he finished speaking, the half-open door of the dormitory was suddenly blown by a gust of wind.
The dilapidated door slowly opened, revealing a dead corridor outside.
Zhu Jianing shuddered and shrank toward the room.
"Don't move." Fei Youliang stared at the tip of the pen, his body like a stone statue.
The dark wind lingered in the dormitory, and the waste paper on the ground scratched my calves, as if someone had lightly scratched them with nails. The temperature dropped, and the chill spread up the ankles.
When maintaining the same movement and being in a state of high tension, people's senses will become more sensitive, which is undoubtedly a kind of torture for the two people playing the pen fairy game.
The shabby girls' dormitory seemed to have become darker, and the stained sheets had been touched by something, as if someone was crawling out from under the bed.
After about ten seconds, the two men's arms hovering in the air began to tremble slightly, and the pen tip also left a series of disconnected dots on the white paper.
"Isn't Bixian coming?" Zhu Jianing asked after holding back for a long time. He really couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere.
"In many movies, it is said that the time to invite the Pen Fairy is ten minutes. If there is no response within ten minutes, it means failure. However, this thing is originally made up by people. Many times, the reason why players think that the Pen Fairy appears is actually because of a failure.
It's a psychological effect." Fei Youliang asked him to wait patiently: "This place is one of the four scenes mentioned by the owner of the haunted house. Let's do it according to his request and see what new tricks he can come up with."
As soon as he finished speaking, the ballpoint pen in his hand shook slightly, and both of them noticed it.
"Did you move it?"
They both said in unison and looked at each other with a hint of surprise on each other's faces.
"It's not me." Zhu Jianing quickly denied it. Before he could get over the fear caused by those eyes, he encountered this thing again, with a nervous look on his face: "You Liang, you don't think it's really Bixian who's here, right?
"
"It's impossible. The Bixian game only uses the environment and game methods to bring psychological hints. The game time is deliberately arranged to be very long. The arms are hanging in the air, and the pulse will shake involuntarily due to breathing, so this situation occurs." Fei Fei
Seemingly to convince himself, Youliang added: "People subconsciously imagine that the pen is moving by itself, and the subconscious mind will affect subjective judgment."
Just as he finished speaking, the pen in his hand moved again, this time very obviously.
The two looked at each other and looked at the white paper at the same time. The scattered dots on the paper were connected by a line, forming an irregular circle.
"Fuck! It seems like it's really coming!" Zhu Jianing wanted to pull his hand back, but was caught by Fei Youliang at the critical moment.
"Whether you are a real pen wizard or not, you have to keep playing."
"Why?"
"If it is the real Pen Fairy, if you end the game without sending it away, you will be haunted by it until death; if it is a fake Pen Fairy, we don't have to be afraid at all, everything is the boss of the haunted house
It’s just an arranged game session.”
"Then what do you think we should do next?"
"Ask questions and then send Bixian away." Fei Youliang remained calm.
"What are you asking? Are there questions on the other white papers?" Zhu Jianing pointed to the white papers next to him.
"This is a trap. You must not ask about death-related things when playing the pen fairy game. We can just ask about irrelevant things."
"Irrelevant question?"
"Just let me do it." Fei Youliang held Zhu Jianing's hand and didn't let go. After a moment of pause, he signaled Zhu Jianing to keep quiet and said softly: "Bixian, Bixian, can you tell me, my future wife?"
What is your name?"
It was originally a casual question, but what Fei Youliang didn't expect was that after he said this question, the sinister wind in the girls' dormitory suddenly stopped, and an extremely suppressed aura came out from behind him.
The pens in their hands trembled more and more violently, and they quickly wrote three words on the white paper.