Absurd deduction game

A burst of laughter was lost in the endless mourning.

The long-term sadness seems to have no end, and the emotions are turbulent, whether it is happiness or sadness. In the end, the only thing left in the eardrums is numbness.

Other people's emotions eventually became absurd background music, echoing in the haunted house, ending up with no one paying attention.

"Has he been watching us?" Zhao Ruru caught the dissipated laughter and asked suddenly.

Yu Xing raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

Gloom and depression were the main colors here. At first, he thought it was just to set off a more terrifying atmosphere. Until he sorted out all the clues and looked at the sky, he had a different understanding.

It is more like a photo that has lost its color. Even if it wants to show vivid colors, it can only continue to be weak and pale.

Just like some dreams that are no longer clear in the depths of people's minds, in retrospect, only a vague concept is left, and something that can be called a memory is barely pieced together.

I don't know why, but at this moment, he suddenly fell into a very strange idea.

If a person who has died looks back at the world, will it be so gloomy?

Will it all feel like a dream?

It's still a nightmare that I can never wake up from.

In the nightmare, all the people are so colorless - just like the white mourning clothes they are wearing at this time. At a glance, it seems like they are trapped in a narrow circle, with a sense of suffocation sweeping over them, and everything is malicious. .

Special things will have a strong color, but when this color appears, it means danger is coming.

For example, the colorful clothes of the paper figures.

And the red nail polish on the hands in the closet.

The conscious world of ghosts is forever imprisoned in this state, so they are chaotic, violent, and insecure, and then attack all conscious bodies they see.

To a certain extent, Yu Xing suddenly understood ghosts.

When he took his eyes back from the sky, he realized that he had lost his mind in a rare and uncontrollable manner.

However, in fact, Zhao Ruru's question was just raised, and the look he looked up at the sky was more like a natural action.

He reacted and replied: "Every word we say should be under his gaze."

Zhao Yijiu watched the floor plan he had been drawing for a while being blown away, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He believed that with the brainpower of Yu Xing and Zhao Ruru, it was not difficult to memorize the floor plan. The moment the floor plan was completed, its value of existence ended there.

And he didn't really want to face the crooked lines, which didn't conform to his usual aesthetics.

He used the rag to wipe away the traces completely and asked, "Is it okay for us to talk so much under his watchful eye?"

Yu Xing showed a very subtle smile: "His position is still vague... but the fact that he can create so many hints shows that he has no intention of keeping us outsiders here for a long time."

Perhaps to this ghost, they are much cuter than the small and unchanged world.

"The groom, that is, the young master of Yin Zhai, he should have only two expectations for us, either leave an interesting curtain call performance, or die on the way to the performance." When Yu Xing said this, Zhao Yijiu She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes changing imperceptibly.

Zhao Ruru didn't know what to say for a moment. In her opinion, ghosts with complicated thoughts were more difficult to deal with than people with complicated thoughts.

Fortunately, after some analysis, we can indeed conclude that the Ghost Bridegroom is not the BOSS at this stage, because his existence is more like a consciousness similar to the Creator in this supernatural space, and has not transformed into a corresponding one. Symbolize things.

She could only say: "It would be best if the groom doesn't hinder us..."

Zhao Ruru believes that the current confusion is only due to the scarcity of information. When they come into contact with more details about this matter, they will definitely know what these people and ghosts are asking for.

She felt that all the clues at this stage should have been drawn out.

Then there is only one key point left, which is the "door".

"So, you should already know where the door is?" Zhao Ruru didn't hold out much hope, she just asked for fun.

What if Yu Xing was really that awesome and failed the mission just by sitting at the stone table?

Yu Xing did not answer directly, he just said: "Let me tell you what to do next."

The two teammates looked serious.

Yu Xing: "We are going to find the door. During the process, we will be attacked by the men in white. Then we will seize the opportunity to enter the door and complete the mission."

It sounds so simple... what a piece of shit! Zhao Ruru said expressionlessly: "This is the result, what about the process?"

"The location of the door, how to avoid attacks, whether there is a key to open the door... Where have all these processes gone? Hey, you have omitted it very skillfully."

Yu Xing glanced at her as if in surprise, and said confidently: "I have never even been to a ghost house, how do I know the process? You who have received so many clues from me should tell me the process."

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

Zhao Ruru: wdnmd.

Seeing the numb expressions of these two people, Yu Xing succeeded in gaining happiness. He sneered: "I'm just kidding you. I have a guess. Come with me."

Perhaps the most important thing to be Yu Xing's teammate is a heart that won't get angry after being teased.

Pain and happiness.

…

"Woooooooo..."

The cries intended to express mourning became more and more like the cries of ghosts in the dark night, shrill and eerie, in line with the aura of this black mourning hall filled with people in white.

The white cloth was scraping against the floor, and everyone in the room was hunched over, with wide white hats covering their heads and faces, making them look like deformities with protruding spines.

In all the other rooms, the people in white were standing, but here, in front of these dozen coffins, they were kneeling, trembling, and crying bitterly.

The coffins lay quietly on the ground, somewhat moldy.

Although the suona has no sound source, it sounds persistently like the sound of mourning.

During the funeral, suona is indeed played.

As soon as the suona sounded, the person was placed in the coffin, with gold, silver and paper money, and the funeral procession was filled with joy. Finally, the dust settled and he was buried in peace. There was one less moving person on the ground and one more decaying soul underground.

But in this room, the deceased lying in the coffin did not seem peaceful. Some coffins had deep scratches on them, and some were twisted. There was a steady chisling sound inside the coffin, as if someone was using a hammer from inside. Hitting the inner wall tirelessly.

Water stains seeped from some coffins and spread far along the bottom of the coffins, soaking the knees of those who knelt.

There were also several coffins covered with red handprints and dense scratches.

The people in white turned a blind eye, like sculptures, motionless except for crying.

The door of the room opened and closed again, and a man in white walked in with erratic steps, walking from one end to the other like a wandering spirit, and then squeezed into the crowd when other men in white looked up at him, Kneel down in front of a coffin.

He sobbed like everyone else, his back arched, and he quickly became a member of the mourning group.

The man in white next to him turned his head and stared at him for a long time from less than twenty centimeters away. Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, only faintly crying, he finally turned back.

Everything seemed to have returned to stillness.

Three minutes later, the door opened again and closed again.

Zhao Ruru's hair was down, her lips were light-colored, and she looked very haggard.

Her head was randomly wrapped with a piece of white cloth that was torn off in a room where there was no man in white. At first glance, it was no different from the wide hat on the man in white.

Recalling the appearance of the people in white walking in her mind, she walked stiffly and dejectedly, step by step towards the gathering of people in white.

At the same time, she saw the layout of the room up close.

There were many coffins, more than she imagined, but there were only five portraits corresponding to the coffins.

These five are hung on the wall in the center of the room, corresponding to the coffin below.

On the far left is a beautiful girl. Even if it is only in black and white, it cannot conceal her graceful smile. However, in this photo, her smile is shallow, replaced by inextricable melancholy and sadness, and a little Despair enough to contaminate others.

Hanging to her right is a handsome young man. The young man should be wearing a coat. From the photo, you can only see the slightly raised collar. He smiled cleanly, as if he saw something funny when he took this photo.

In the middle is a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament and gold-rimmed glasses. He is five points similar to the young man on the left. Time has not taken away his superior appearance. Although there are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, most people see him for a moment. , I still think he is very young.

On the right side of the middle-aged man is the old butler. The butler looks haggard, but his posture is respectful and his square face has no expression.

On the far right, a familiar face of Zhao Ruru appeared.

It's a calculation ghost.

The unique mean look is vividly displayed in this photo. Compared with the wet and pitiful calculation ghost who climbed out of the well, the middle-aged talent in the photo is more in line with Zhao Ruru's imagination of Liu Bingxian, sharp and ignorant. , uncomfortable.

She could match the people in these five photos one by one, Liu Xue, the groom, the master, the housekeeper, and Liu Bingxian.

Among them, the frames for the portraits of Liu Xue and Liu Bingxian are indeed the same. They are not as exquisite as the frames of the three people in Yin Zhai. Once compared, they look cheap.

There are no photos of the rest of the coffins, and it is not possible to tell who is lying inside.

Zhao Ruru's eyes showed joy, because everything in front of him was no different from what Yu Xing said outside, which meant that they might have really found a way to leave.

She found a random place and knelt down, lowered her head, imagining that she had become bald at a young age because she calculated this and that, statistics every day, and had to deal with all kinds of cunning people. He flattened his mouth and let out an uncontrollable whimper.

The man in white clothes next to him noticed that there was an extra person and looked towards her.

At this sight, the man in white did not turn his head back, but kept his kneeling posture and moved a little distance in the direction of Zhao Ruru, stretching his neck.

Suddenly, there was almost only two fists between them.

Zhao Ruru's heart was beating wildly, and she could feel that the man in white was right next to her face.

Can't see...can't see...just pretend it doesn't exist...

It's not that the more capable the deducers are, the less afraid of ghosts they are. On the contrary, after experiencing many deductions, they will more or less have the things they fear the most.

Stress disorders, physiological aversions and other problems arise one after another.

These are all psychological shadows, forcibly frightened by ghosts.

It can be said that no matter how many deductions they have experienced, the deducers' fear of ghosts has not changed, because in the process of the deducers exchanging physical fitness and harvesting sacrifices and props, the ghosts are also moving forward on another road.

Zhao Ruru is the kind of person who would rather fight with people in a murderous confrontational deduction than encounter ghosts. Among the types of deductions with ghosts, Chinese horror is the last thing she wants to encounter.

At this moment, she was not at all curious about the face of the man in white under his hat.

But the man in white didn't care what she thought. Just looking at him from the side was not enough. His face slowly moved from the side to the front of Zhao Ruru's face.

There were half an extra face in Zhao Ruru's peripheral vision, more and more, bigger and bigger, and then a whole face.

She didn't feel any movement on the body of the man in white, that is to say, it only stretched its neck, and then in an extremely twisted movement, it sent a straight head in front of her.

She didn't know whether she should close her eyes or not. During her hesitation, she had already seen it irrevocably.

The man in white...is a paper man.

Unlike the paper-jammed man on the street, the lower half of the man's face in white was covered by the hat's built-in mask, with only his eyes and half of his nose exposed.

It's pure white.

The facial features are profound, not the fake eyes drawn with ink, but two black holes that match the growth of human bones and are equal to the size of human eye sockets.

The brow bones are protruding, the cheekbones are slightly rounded, and the sides of the nose are sunken. Zhao Ruru can tell with just one glance that this is the result of applying a thick layer of paper to a real face.

There are no ventilation holes.

The man in white is a real person who was suffocated by paper.

This discovery made Zhao Ruru stiffen all over. She could not ignore the terrifying face in front of her, and could only restrain her impulse to scream for a moment.

Then, instead of fantasizing about being bald, just thinking about being surrounded by people who were suffocated to death and then made into paper figures made her cry sincerely.

With tears streaming down his face, the man in white in front of him seemed to have finally confirmed that Zhao Ruru was his companion. He slowly retracted his head and continued to mourn.

Zhao Ruru breathed a sigh of relief and told himself to keep crying and wait for the signal from the door.

During this time, she looked up again.

The five portraits hanging high on the wall were all glaring at her.

etc? ?

Zhao Ruru's pupils shrank and she confirmed that she had read it correctly. The portrait that had been normal just now was now staring at her with a ferocious and violent gaze!

The beautiful girl, the handsome boy, the elegant middle-aged man, the respectful housekeeper and the mean Liu Bingxian have all lost their true colors. Their angry malice is exactly the same, making them look less human.

Nothing like it.

They looked at her as if they were looking at a mourner laughing in front of a grave. Zhao Ruru was very sure that if it weren't for the constraints of some rules, everyone above her would have the aura to tear her to pieces.

She looked at the portraits motionless and said silently in her heart:

Zhao Yijiu, Yu Xing, I'm so scared.