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Xiang Chi now understands the profoundness and profoundness of the word ok. The so-called ok is the self-effacement of all extreme words. It’s like asking Xueba how he did in the exam after the exam, and the other party says it’s ok. When Xian was asked if he was afraid, he answered okay, one means that the performance was stable and very good, and the other means that it was flat and unfeeling.

He held Jiao Xian's back and leaned against the wall against the glass window, his eyes were strictly examining his boyfriend.

The room gradually returned to calm, and everyone who was still in shock avoided the sight of the glass and calmed down their heartbeats in their respective corners.

Jiao Xian couldn't help smiling when he watched him, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing? Scanning?"

Xiang Chi frowned, unable to think of a reason.

No sense of fear, a very dangerous trait with the meager knowledge he had learned in his psychology courses.

But after all, he is not a professional, and he is not sure about the exact biological principles behind it. He only knows that since he came in, he has never felt the slightest bit of fear from this little fox, especially just now. In a word, he didn't even show the usual stress response, which was really disrespectful to that lady's voice.

"Are you simply courageous or are you not afraid at all?"

Jiao Xian held his hand and interlocked his fingers, and took the initiative to explain: "My mother always scared me when I was young. It has been 20 years, and I have already desensitized."

Xiang Chi rubbed his thumb a few times, and said delicately, "Auntie's hobby is quite unique."

Jiao Xian agrees with both hands and feet on this point, and has endured torture since he was a child. Now this invulnerable psychological quality can be regarded as a skill acquired under intensive training.

"Well, she also likes to watch horror movies, so she has to drag me, so I think the one just now is okay, after all, I know in my heart that it's a real person, so it's not that scary."

Xiang Chi couldn't say a word. Looking around at his frightened teammates, it was obvious that no one would agree with his comment.

In horizontal comparison, Ms. Shen's health cult is really gentle and considerate, and Xiang Chi suddenly felt a lot of guilt for his fancy resistance for so many years.

Seeing his expression, Jiao Xian smiled softly, leaned closer and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you well."

Xiang Chi didn't know where to throw his face, face can be temporarily put away in front of the little fox, so he looped his boyfriend's waist like a boneless body and lay down on his wide shoulders full of security, hiding in his wings with peace of mind Then he said obediently: "Okay, you can't lie to me."

Jiao Xian pinched his earlobe and said dotingly: "Well, I won't lie to you."

Chen Xuqing managed to recover from the violent heartbeat, and her boyfriend hugged her tightly, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw in a critical moment, strangling her arm sorely.

"You relax."

Hearing the sound, Meng Xiangyang withdrew his arm and quickly glanced at the window.

"It's gone, my mother, my heart almost fell out."

Chen Xuqing also looked over, but his attention was attracted by the two sticky figures by the window, and he saw the sassy officer tilting his head indulgently and embracing the cold chaebol in his arms who had curled up like a small bird, softly His expression was full of unprincipledness visible to the naked eye, as if he would do it with a smile for the sake of that evildoer.

Simply invisible.

However, she still took a few more glances.

"Here is a small box." A girl squatted on the ground, her heel accidentally touched a bump, and when she looked back, it turned out to be a metal box fixed in place.

The people who had barely calmed down looked closely, she opened the lid of the box, and inside was a groove with messy borders, it seemed that something suitable should be put in to trigger the mechanism.

Another girl who played the role of a socialite looked familiar, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, it's my brooch."

She removed the gemstone brooch on the dress, and it just fit the frame. A "beep" sounded suddenly, and everyone shrank reflexively. Only Jiao Xian looked at the source of the sound calmly.

I saw a door frame suddenly outlined by blue light like a lit fuse beside the glass window, as if to remind everyone that this is the exit.

The gap between the door and the tiles is perfectly integrated. Without this lead light, it is really difficult for them to notice that there is a door hidden in that wall.

"That's it?" Meng Xiangyang boldly stepped forward and pushed and pressed, but there was no response. As soon as he finished speaking, a small piece of tile bounced off the place where his hand just touched, causing him to back away in fright.

The coke display has a good vision and can see what is under the tile, "A combination lock requires a digital password."

Xiang Chi took out his pocket watch. He remembered that this watch cannot be adjusted, and the time is always fixed. Maybe it has something to do with this password.

At 1140:[-], he said to Jiao Xian beside the combination lock, "Try [-]."

Jiao Xian pressed the number in response, but there was no response. He continued to press other numbers. Suddenly, the light on the keypad turned red, indicating that the password was wrong.

"Seven-digit password."

Xiang Chi nodded and put away the props, looking at the dark glass window, he didn't want to face it, but he still had to say: "There is light over there, I guess the password is over there."

A few people got up and looked over, and sure enough, seven colored lights were shining not far away.

Everyone was guarding against the lady's surprise attack again, and they all looked forward a few steps away and gave their guesses.

"Does the number of times these lights light up correspond to seven numbers? You see, these lights are strobes and not always on." Chen Xuqing observed for a few seconds and then hid aside, very suspicious that there would be a surprise after a while.

"But since when did you start counting the times, they have been flashing like this." The girl was wearing a fortune teller's tattered gown with round eyes, watching from between her hands.

Jiao Xian still stood by the window calmly, without any panic, and broadcast the live broadcast to the audience at the right time: "It's all gone now."

The seven lamps suddenly went out, and the other side returned to a state of terrifying darkness again.

"It's over, I feel like there's going to be another wave." Meng Xiangyang had a keen intuition, and shrank aside with his girlfriend in his arms, avoiding looking at the window.

Sure enough, exactly as he expected, Jiao Xian watched helplessly as the young lady with blood all over her face rushed towards her with strides. This time, she didn't scream, but kept hammering on the glass, making a loud "cracking" sound. The girls screamed again.

"Won't she come in when the door is opened?"

"It's going to kill me."

Xiang Chi's ability to adapt to fear is of the vaccine type. He is afraid for the first time and becomes immune many times.

Facing the shock of the unknown, he couldn't restrain his adrenaline, but he had already suffered, and he gradually calmed down.

The two stood by the window like a leader inspecting, one smiling and the other frowning slightly.

"The carotid artery and trachea are broken, why do you spray blood on your face? Did you stand upside down when you died?" Xiang Chi held the baby's hand with one hand in his trouser pocket and looked at the eldest sister who kept knocking on the window. Wound calm analysis.

"Maybe you got a head injury?" Jiao Xian turned to the prop ring on Chi's finger, and looked over the NPC to observe the layout on the other side.

"There is no blood on her body, and the hospital gown is clean."

"You two have some kind of disease, isn't it scary?" Meng Xiangyang's fear was mostly dissipated by their rational analysis. He was clean, straightened his clothes, and even took the time to look at the blood on the four walls. He didn't see any clear numbers or other information.

The room became quiet again, the "female ghost" disappeared again, and Xiang Chi put his palm against the window to cover a small shadow, looking at the layout opposite, suddenly, the seven-color lights flickered again, and Jiao Xian followed him to count the number of times.

"Red 7 times."

"Orange 8 times."

As all the lights went out again, the two broadcasted almost simultaneously one after the other, and tacitly avoided collisions. They turned their heads, smiled at each other, and took a step back.

The other colors missed their chance and had to make that lady hard one more time.

"Let's count together next time, I think this NPC is also very tired." The girl who played the role of a fortune teller was not so afraid anymore, fanned the fan in her hand and pulled her best friend to observe the "female ghost" who had never dared to look directly. .

The knocking sound paused again, and several people gathered by the window according to the division of labor that had been discussed just now, staring at the remaining small light bulbs.

In the end, a string of seven-digit numbers was obtained. Chen Xuqing was the closest, and entered the password directly, but unexpectedly got an error message "beep".

She lost it again in surprise, confirming that each number was correct but still reporting an error.

"The password is wrong."

"Wrong count?"

"Why don't you count it again, let's change the number of colors."

During the discussion, the NPC came to work dedicatedly, still knocking on the glass with his fist tirelessly, and looked at everyone in the room with a ferocious face.

Gradually getting used to the fright of this intensity, everyone calmed down except that their hearts were uncontrollably a little hairy.

The courtesan girl touched the fur vest on her shoulder that felt good to the touch, and waited for the next round of counting the password. Just as she watched the "female ghost" turn around, she saw a large red mark on the exposed arm. The blood was so bright, it looked like a darker birthmark.

She suddenly remembered the little script with not much content, and a chill ran down her spine.

"She is me!" The girl stepped forward excitedly, looking at the darkness opposite in disbelief.

"What do you mean? Who are you?" The boy looked at her, but didn't understand.

"Hey, the lights are on, let's count first." Chen Xuqing interrupted the conversation, and everyone focused on the colors they were responsible for again.

The new set of data summary is exactly the same as the last time.

"What's going on?" The girl's friend tugged at the somewhat confused courtesan.

"She has a birthmark on her arm. My script says that this character has a large birthmark on her right arm since she was a child. She is afraid that the patron will dislike her, but she can't get it off even after trying many methods." She rubbed her hands as she spoke. Goosebumps floated up on my arms, and my hair stood on end, "That NPC plays the same character as me."

After hearing her words, Chen Xuqing bared her teeth, and rubbed her arms against her boyfriend, "It's so scary."

Jiao Xian frowned, followed the girl's movements and looked at her hand, his gaze paused, "Is your bracelet a prop?"

The girl froze for a moment, then raised her wrist and nodded, "It's a prop." She just glanced at the decoration and couldn't help but stop her gaze.

The bracelet is inlaid with gemstones of four colors, red, yellow, green and blue. The shape of the imitation silver base is very vulgar and cheap. There is a special meaning in this room.

"Red red red yellow green blue blue." Seven gems, four colors.

"7779544, try it." Xiang Chi quickly matched the number according to the color, Jiao Xian pressed the password in response, and only heard a "beep", the reminder light turned green, and the door "clicked" to open a small crack.

opened.

The courtesan collapsed on the spot, "My God! I have something to do with all the mechanisms in this room." She hugged her sister's arms and didn't want to leave.

"Could it be that the next room is related to the rest of us? Is it so exciting?" Meng Xiangyang backed away cowardly, not wanting to enter the next link in a cool way, but was tickled by the routine setting that seemed to be turning the clouds into the sun.

Xiang Chi touched the pocket watch in his pocket, and nodded: "I guess so, everyone has props, but this room only uses hers."

interesting.

Everyone took out their props to feel the clues in advance. Meng Xiangyang looked at Jiao Xian who had also moved, and saw that he actually pulled out a plastic black gun from the back of his waist, and he couldn't help but look envious.

They are all wearing military uniforms, so he doesn't have such cool props.

The door lock was cracked successfully, but the bloody courtesan did not appear again. Everyone waited cautiously for a few minutes, but they couldn't live here forever. Jiao Xian took the lead and entered the next room one after another.

Author has something to say: Acquired Immunity to Startle (my word made up, uh)