Absurd deduction game

This is a trap, Zhao Ruru told himself immediately.

The voice of Gui Jiu she heard also came from behind her, not from Zhao Yijiu sitting opposite her.

Song Xue, Yu Xing, and Gui Jiu, the three different voices are a series of attacks by the ghost on her mentality, trying to make her break her defense!

Zhao Ruru held a copper coin in her hand. The rough surface of the copper coin touched her palm, which made her wake up a little.

Indeed, if she is dreaming, not only her hearing, but also her vision will deceive her, and she will be completely unable to distinguish what is speaking to her. The terrible thing is that she cannot prove that she is not asleep.

People who are asleep do not know that they are asleep, and people who are not asleep cannot be sure that they are not asleep.

Zhao Ruru knew that if he was entangled in this kind of thinking, it would be difficult to come out soberly.

"..." This ghost is so familiar with human psychology. It's amazing, amazing.

She turned back silently.

There was nothing behind her, and the two sounds that shook her mind came from behind. This was a flaw.

If it were really in a dream, and the ghost asked Guijiu sitting at the table to say what he just said, wouldn't it be a sure blow? On the contrary, the ghost's voice could only be heard behind her, which proved the authenticity of the two people at the table.

All in all, she was relatively confident that she wouldn't close her eyes in just thirty minutes.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have deserved to live for such a long time, she would have died in some deduction a long time ago.

She definitely wasn't asleep!

Zhao Ruru's looking around and unprovoked conversations revealed that she was in an abnormal state. Yu Xing asked once but got no answer, so he asked a second time in a good-tempered manner: "Ruru, are you okay?"

Zhao Ruru turned around suddenly and stared at him.

Yu Xing: "?"

The confusion on his face was too obvious, and Zhao Ruru breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you calling her so affectionate? It scared me."

Guijiu sneered: "Tsk, ha."

Yu Xing: "..." He just saw that Zhao Ruru was a little uneasy, so he wanted to use a gentler tone to appease the other party and get a reply more efficiently.

Come on, he doesn't need to ask. Zhao Ruru must have seen or heard something related to him. Sometimes it's not scary to be frightened. What's more terrifying is that he can no longer trust his companions and must stay with them. together.

Zhao Ruru would not keep what she saw in her heart. She hated this kind of behavior every time she watched horror movies and TV series.

At the moment, she repeated what she had just heard.

Yu Xing said: "I understand, the main responsibility lies with Brother Jiu."

Guijiu raised his eyelids and felt a big pot on his head for no reason: "What do you mean?"

Yu Xing: "After all, you can really tell Zhao Ruru that she is dreaming."

The uneasiness in Zhao Ruru's heart quickly dissipated in the play of two high-level powers, shadow and curse, like kindergarten children.

Fifty minutes passed.

There was a knock on their door for the first time.

A thin voice came from outside the house, knocking on the door and saying: "Master Inugami, Master Saint, are you two hungry? Dinner has been prepared in the kitchen. Please follow me to the lobby to eat."

This time the excuse turned out to be so normal.

If it weren't for the side missions being laid out in black and white here, Inugami and Saint Maiden, two outsiders who had just arrived in Fengtou Town, might have been tricked out even if they realized something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Because the Song Mansion did not prepare dinner and did not tell them in advance.

Bafangxuan does not have its own small kitchen, and there is no food for the stomach in the guest room. Normal people will be hungry.

Since he was not called by name, Yu Xing rested his chin with one hand and refused to pay attention.

In fact, the safest way is to pretend not to hear, covering your head with a blanket. As long as you are unmoved by all the movements outside the house, there is definitely no possibility of opening the door.

But that’s too cowardly.

Although they plan to follow the rules on the first night, they don't have to try at all.

Zhao Ruru was holding back the anger of being fooled, and said loudly: "I'm not hungry, tell your Miss Song that I'm too lazy to eat this dinner, I want to rest!"

There was silence outside for a moment.

The thin voice said again: "Where is Inugami-sama? You are tall and have a large appetite. If you don't eat dinner, you may be so hungry that you can't sleep at night."

"He won't eat either!" Zhao Ruru puffed up his cheeks, "I don't even want to eat, so why should he?"

Guijiu: "...ha."

Rejected, the sound outside disappeared for a moment.

Just when the three people in the room thought that this time it would end so easily, the voice sounded sinisterly again: "If you don't eat, you will be hungry. If you are hungry and can't find anything to eat, you will have to eat each other. "

As he said this, bowel sounds sounded in the room.

Gululu.

The three of them thought it was the other two people's stomachs growling at first, but soon realized that this was another misleading.

"When you fall asleep, the saint's hand will be eaten by Inugami, her fingers will be broken off one by one, and then she will crawl around in Inugami's stomach."

The bowel sounds weakened, and there was a clicking sound in the eardrums of the three people.

"The Inugami's chest will be cut open and the saint will bury her face inside and drink all the blood."

Gudong, Gudong.

The sound of sucking liquid made people feel as if they were immersed in the scene and saw everything described by the high-pitched voice, which caused a feeling of repulsion towards their companions from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao Ruru shook his head and threw away the wrong thoughts. When he looked at Zhao Yijius, the "Inu God" looked calm and played with his favorite killing knife in his hand, exuding a disdainful temperament.

The thing outside the house let out a gloating laugh, and Guijiu also laughed.

"You look so helpless and furious. Come in if you have the ability."

"Can't you come in?"

"Threats and curses won't do. If you beg me, maybe I will open the door for you. How pitiful."

The thing outside the house disappeared, along with its sudden stop of laughter.

Seventy minutes.

Yu Xing was holding his chin in boredom, and after a while he glanced at Zhao Yijiu.

Suddenly, he felt that there was something extra in his retina.

Except for people with night blindness, other people can already see the outline of some things after their eyes adapt to the dark.

His eyes were even more outrageous. As long as he thought about it, there was no difference between night and day to him. He could spot anything more or less in the room at a glance.

He just blinked, his vision dimmed for less than a few tenths of a second, and he saw someone else behind Zhao Yijiu.

He is not too tall, has a slender figure, and has an exceptionally soft face, which is the look he is most familiar with and hates.

The man put one of his hands on Zhao Yijiu's shoulder, and held a dagger in the other hand. He made a slow gesture next to Zhao Yijiu's face, and Zhao Yijiu didn't notice it at all.

"Xing, we meet again." The actor said.

While saying hello, he pierced the sharp tip of the dagger into the corner of Zhao Yijiu's mouth, and pulled it out slowly and cruelly.

Zhao Yijiu seemed to wake up from the pain, showing an expression of pain and anger, but his whole body seemed to be suppressed by some kind of force, unable to resist, and could only watch this familiar scene repeat itself.

"Axok." The actor's eyes flashed with madness and joy, and he was a little puzzled, "Why don't you seem too excited to see me this time?"

Yu Xing's eyes turned cold.

He remained motionless, maintaining the same posture since the image of this man appeared.

The actor's dagger pulled at the flesh and blood at the corners of Zhao Yijiao's mouth. This scene reproduced the most angry moment in his heart in recent years.

It turns out that the ghosts in the Song Mansion have a way to inspire the things they least want to happen in their hearts and use them to their advantage?

But this is just an illusion. Although it has evolved from sound to vision, an illusion is an illusion. How could he be aroused by a non-existent illusion?

That's too embarrassing.

"Xingxing, do you think this is just an illusion?"

As if she knew what he was thinking, the smile at the corner of the actor's mouth slowly turned crazy, and there was an indescribable joy: "Yes, you should think so, you know...poor cold wine, the wine in your mouth Brother, what are you thinking about now?"

"He must be thinking, how come after so long, he is still such a loser when facing me, and he can't even say a cry for help."

Zhao Yijiu's body was shaking, whether from pain or anger, he didn't know.

The actor pulled the dagger out of Zhao Yijiu's mouth and wiped the blood on the dagger blade with some obsession.

"I once wanted to use his head as a gift for you, so that I could appreciate your unique expression when you received the gift. Unfortunately, I failed at that time."

"But today is a good opportunity."

The actor's smile gradually became terrifying: "If he can still make a sound, he will definitely remind you that I am not an illusion, but after making a deal with the system, I entered the deduction to get the tickets."

"When you thought it was just a fantasy and ignored it, ha...Xing, your good teammate is being tortured in front of you."

There was a bang.

The blood-stained dagger was thrown carelessly on the table by the actor, and the bloody smell and gloomy ghostly aura on it seemed to be real.

The actor roughly pressed Zhao Yijiao's head on the table, just like how he once roughly forced Yu Xing to raise his head and witness the fire in Yu's house.

"You still don't believe it."

He said slowly: "It doesn't matter. Since I have entered the deduction, I have a lot of time to play with you. For example, after eight o'clock, you will find that I have not disappeared. But Zhao Yijiao is speechless anymore. , your expression will definitely be wonderful then."

Yu Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at the dagger.

Hearing and vision are easily affected by ghosts, but touch is usually not.

Maybe if he touches this dagger, he can know whether what he sees is true or false.

This actor is so real.

But Yu Xing didn't move.

The dagger is right in front of you. As long as you verify it, you can prevent the more irreversible consequences of the scene in front of you being true.

But he doesn't need it.

Because although this actor is real, Brother Jiu is too fake.

He believed that the current Zhao Yijiu was no longer the Zhao Yijiu who had no power to fight back when he met an actor and silently complained that he was too weak after being bullied.

Yu Xing did not look at Zhao Ruru, who was silent next to him, and judged the truth from Zhao Ruru's situation.

He is very confident.

In the end, without saying a word, he withdrew his gaze from the dagger and turned to look at the actor's face.

"Axok, please say something."

The smile on the actor's face gradually disappeared and he began to lose control: "You can't look at me with such indifferent eyes."

"You will regret it...Xing, if you think I am fake, why don't you say something to verify it."

"For example, let me open the door and see if I can do it?"

"For example, let me walk up to you and take the initiative to cut open your chest to see if there is a beating heart inside?"

"Why are you so indifferent?"

Every time he said a word, the panic hidden in Yu Xing's heart grew stronger.

This made Yu Xing feel a little bored.

The power of panic comes from the unknown evil god in this dungeon. It is impossible for the actor to establish a relationship with the other party in advance, and it is impossible to possess the other party's power.

Therefore, every time this "actor" made the fire of panic in his heart burn brighter, he was delivering the answer to him.

The boredom in his eyes seemed to sting the actor completely. The other person's picturesque eyebrows drooped, and the coldness and paranoia were covered with disappointment.

"You don't even want to say a word to me. You are worthy of me, Yu Xing."

The actor's shadow slowly dissipated, and Zhao Yijiao's figure shook, and then shattered.

It was as if a false curtain had been lifted before Yu Xing's eyes, and he returned to reality.

Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru were chatting, and they mentioned the gossip about the Song Dynasty that they had discovered today. The two of them talked to each other, and the conversation frequency was not high, which was a bit hypnotic.

Yu Xing held his chin like this, as if he was listening, and seemed to be in a daze, so the two of them didn't care about his silence, they just felt that everything was normal.

The shadow of the actor, who had been here for a while, didn't even make a splash, and didn't even get a bad word from Yu Xing, like a gray mouse.

Yu Xing knew that if the real actor appeared here, he would definitely not be so calm, but this ghost in Song Mansion really couldn't find a home after cultivation.

He believed that what happened just now was not simulated by ghosts, but inspired by ghosts.

The ghost only stimulated a certain piece of his memory, and his brain automatically completed the rest. Only then did keywords such as "ticket" and "copy" appear.

But the ghost didn't know. The ghost would only find out that it had stimulated Yu Xing's fear memory, but got nothing, so it took the initiative to admit defeat and disperse the scene.

After that, there were several more situations outside the door.

There are children looking for their mothers, and there are people pretending to be Song Xue. These are not scenes that are difficult to judge.

"Actually, if you experience this kind of thing every night, you are used to it, and this level seems to be okay." Zhao Ruru muttered softly.

Regardless of whether they would be scared to death, at least no one in their right mind would be tricked into opening the door by a ghost.

"Don't you think that deceiving people to open the door is not entirely the purpose of ghosts?" Yu Xing spread his hands, "They just do it to scare people several times and get some fear from us."

"I have heard of such a setting." Zhao Ruru said, "Some ghosts feed on fear. The more afraid people are, the more powerful the ghosts are. On the contrary, if people are not afraid at all, ghosts cannot hurt people."

"So, the ghosts in this setting will scare people first, and then they can kill people after frightening them to the point of breaking their 'qi'."

"..." Guijiu frowned, as if he remembered something.

Zhao Ruru continued: "So, Yu Xing, do you think this is what happens in the dark night in Fengtou Town? Ghosts can't actually kill living people in a normal state?"

Yu Xing looked at Zhao Yijiu.

He realized that the ghosts here especially like to scare people, and even the evil god's ability tends to arouse fear, so he made this guess.

In fact, this setting is more in line with the traditional Chinese ghost theory, and it is related to evil gods. He thought of a person.

No, it's a ghost.

Also clear.

Yiqing's ability to capture blue ghosts comes from a certain evil god. Since the keywords match, will the ticket for this deduction come from Yiqing's same evil god?