There is always a hot chicken trying to scare me [unlimited]

After finishing speaking, Bai Yan stared closely at the figure in front of him, trying to get a clue from his figure.

Qin Kun didn't turn his head back: "You still remember me, we just know each other. If you forget, then we just met each other." His attitude was casual, as if it wasn't a big deal.

While talking, he was tinkering with this door that looked like a long history.

He tried several times but failed to open it. He clicked his tongue and took a step back impatiently. Then he raised his leg and kicked, and the door burst open.

Door:"……"

Please do not enter the four words, which word did you not understand? !

Man in the Mirror:"……"

This scene is so familiar, I seem to start to ache again.

Behind him, Bai Yan also came to his side, dragged his tone "Oh", and looked at him sideways: "So it was only a one-way relationship? You took such good care of me, I thought..." He paused for a while. , reached out and patted Qin Kun's shoulder, the muscles under his hand were strong and hot,

It was as tight as a stone, revealing the owner's mood at the moment.

"...you are my father's illegitimate child."

"..."

"I almost recognized a cheap brother."

"..."

The topic was so rambling and perfunctory that the two entered the room one after the other.

This room seems to be a guest room, and the configuration is very simple. There are several paintings hanging on the wall, and the two of them rummaged through the boxes and chests and found nothing.

"This one." So he went to the next room.

All the doors here are locked, and there are no door handles. Bai Yan looked carefully and found that the door opened outwards, which means that even if the door is not locked, outsiders cannot enter.

This is strange, don't people in the castle need to go in and out?You can't smash a door every time you go in, right? That's not how you play when you have money.

There are countless rooms in the castle. When Qin Kun finished smashing the ninth door, a door behind them opened quietly.

Bai Yan pulled him down: "Go in and have a look?"

The name of the game "Do Not Enter Unless You Do" may also be a reminder to them to enter the room with the door open.

The door closed suddenly the moment they entered, and the lights in the room dimmed.

Bai Yan turned around and tried to push the door open, only to find that it was tightly locked.

"..."

Standing at the door, Qin Kun suddenly said: "I remember that before I smashed the door, there was no door here." There was some uncertainty in his voice.

The deep voice has a special sexiness in the dark.

If someone else is here, I am afraid that the hairs all over his body will explode at this moment.

Bai Yan was silent: "Have you heard a story? Once upon a time, there was a child who got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. He habitually stretched out his right hand to open the toilet door, but found that the handle was changed to the right."

"He didn't think much about it. After opening the door and entering, there was nothing particularly different."

"When I got up the next day, I found something was wrong! Dad's handedness changed from right handed to left-handed, and he also liked to eat raw food. Mom didn't go to work, and she sewed dolls at home every day. Both of them walked with back pads. The heels, the movements are stiff."

"He touched his mother's hand secretly, only to find that her hand was as cold as a dead person's."

Bai Yan's voice gradually lowered, ethereal and ethereal in the darkness.

"It turns out that the door is a ghost door. After he opened it, he was in the ghost world! The people around him are no longer his parents, but ghosts in disguise..."

As he was talking, he suddenly reached out and touched Qin Kun: "Guess, am I a human or a ghost?" His fingertips were cold, and the moment he touched it, it was like touching ice.

"..."

"Is it interesting?" Bai Yan asked again, asking how the ghost story went.

This person just wanted to scare him on purpose.

"...Better than mine." Qin Kun smiled.

Even the ghost in the mirror can't stand it anymore.

The game has painstakingly planned this kind of scene, is it for telling ghost stories to the two of you? !

Fortunately, after the two of them finished speaking, they split up and searched for clues in the room in the dark. At least the last bit of dignity of the game was preserved.

It's a pity that from the beginning to the end, there is no clue at all.

"Is this going to trap us here?"

Bai Yan asked, he thought that something would come out of this room to scare them or give them some clues.

There was no result, it was just so straightforward.

Qin Kun shook his head in the dark, thinking that Bai Yan should not be able to see it: "Probably not."

"Have you ever heard of Knock Knock?" Bai Yan leaned back against the wall, not wanting to move.On a whim, I started to talk about my own ghost story, "Once upon a time there was a child who would go to the door of his parents' bedroom every night and knock on the door, 'Are you there?'."

"..." Before Qin Kun could speak, there was a sudden knock on the door.

It rang three times evenly: "...are you...?"

"..." Qin Kun glanced at Bai Yan in the dark.

"Why are you looking for Dad?" Bai Yan followed this sentence very smoothly.

"..." The outside didn't expect such a sentence from the inside, and was stunned on the spot for a moment.

"Open the door." After a while, he replied.

The voice sounded a little familiar.

Bai Yan was right next to the door. He walked over and pushed the door, but he didn't expect it to be different, the door opened as soon as he pushed it.

The light from outside came in, and Qin Kun stood at the door and asked, "Is the search over? Why haven't you come out yet?"

"..."

Bai Yan looked back into the room, Qin Kun was stabbed by the sudden light from the door, and squinted at him: "Who is it?"

"..."

The horror stories he told, come true?

Reverse the time back to when he first entered this room, he walked in first, and then the door closed, so did Qin Kun come in at that time?

"Hiss~" Bai Yan gasped with a strange expression.

"What's the matter?" Qin Kun at the door frowned when he saw that he didn't answer.

Bai Yan took a step back with a blank expression, then raised his hand and closed the door.

"..." In an instant, there was a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, and they gradually went away.

Qin Kun inside the door also couldn't understand why he closed the door: "Who was the one who knocked on the door just now?"

"It's you." Bai Yan said directly.

"Huh?" Qin Kun was stunned for a moment, "You mean, I knocked on the door?" There was also some doubt in his voice.

Bai Yan didn't speak, but opened the door again.

There was no sign of Qin Kun outside the door.

Just gone?

Bai Yan pursed his lips.

"Let's go."

In the corridor, Qin Kun didn't mention what happened just now, and deliberately kept a little distance from Bai Yan, and walked in front.

Bai Yan walked behind, but he always felt that someone was watching him.

Is that "Qin Kun"?

"Go in?"

Qin Kun pointed to the door and asked Bai Yan.

Bai Yan thought for a while, but said, "Let's check separately."

"Okay." Qin Kun didn't force it.

After checking the room for a while, there was no clue. After he came out, Bai Yan was still searching.

Qin Kun knocked on the door thoughtfully: "Are you still searching?"

"What are you doing?" There was a cold voice from inside.

"..." Qin Kun felt a little headache and a little restless in his heart.Is this game about breaking their trust?

"Open the door."

The door opened in response, Bai Yan looked over coldly, he seemed a little surprised when he saw him, as if he had seen something incredible, and then looked back.

What's in it?

Qin Kun's eyes were a little dark.

"Is the search over? Why haven't you come out yet?" He asked slowly.

Bai Yan's reaction was very strange, he didn't answer his words, and closed the door behind him.

"……"Hold!

Qin Kun frowned tightly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a person walking beside him.

He turned his head and saw Bai Yan.