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Schulman gripped the notebook tightly, avoiding the place where there was water on the ground in fear.

Probably because he felt that Neil was reliable, he approached Neil and asked softly:

"Why did the ghost kill Marin without hurting us? She was clearly standing in the room just now." And they were unarmed, no better than the fish on the chopping board.

"Probably... I said probably, but it's not necessarily accurate." Neil told everyone his guess, "What's wrong with this room, the ghost nun can't get in. She can't kill people in it. But if we drink well water , the ghost nun can enter the room through the person who drank the well water, and kill the person who drank the water, but the person who did not drink the water, she still can't move, so she can only leave."

In other words, to put it simply, this house has restrictions on female ghosts.

She couldn't break this constraint, she could only find a way to make the people inside violate the taboo.

"Is it because this is a monastery?"

"I don't know, but as long as we avoid the trap of the ghost nun, we probably won't be in any danger."

"Is that so..."

Shelman heard Neil's analysis relax a lot, and took the initiative to discuss with Neil, and he could see that he wanted to live and was willing to find a way to save himself.

This pleased Neil a lot.

As for Morian, he muttered 'great, as long as he doesn't drink water' and continued to shrink in the corner, holding his body tightly, refusing to talk to anyone.

Because his expression was so pathetic and neurotic, both Neil and Shelman gave up forcing him to join and let him calm down for a while.

"Well, let me organize it in my notebook, and you can tell me what you analyzed, can you?" Shelman lowered his posture and looked at Neil unaccustomed to flatteringly, "My logic and association skills are good, you can It’s helpful, the most important thing now is to escape, right.”

Neil had no intention of hiding his secrets, and was even very happy to have a companion who was not frightened. He nodded: "No problem."

Seeing that Neil agreed without hesitation, Suleman breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately opened the small notebook, unscrewed the pen and was ready to record.

Neil spoke slowly: "First of all, from the day we came—about June 6."

Shelman wrote down very quickly.

"There were six of us except the nun that day, the guide, me, my companion, you, the adventurer Marin, and his assistant Morian. When we were resting on the way up the mountain, the fat guide told us about the ghost nun.

We all know that what he said at the time was probably not very true, and maybe it was mixed with the real things that happened when he lived in the monastery, so it coincided with the story of the ghost nun by mistake.

After that, we entered the monastery again.

This year is the first dry season that has been rare here in decades, so the old nun told us that there was an abnormality in the well water a few days before we came, and the water source was cut off, and they were trying to find a way to get water. "

Speaking of this, Neil, who was also recalling in his mind, flashed some fragments quickly before his eyes, but he missed it when he wanted to ponder them carefully.

He continued:

"On the night of the 10th, we each went back to our rooms to rest, and nothing happened.

But the next day, there were traces of someone crawling out of the well... The fat guide had a very bad expression at the time, probably because he couldn't believe that his lie would come true. "

At this moment, Suleman stopped his pen and said to Neil, "I suddenly remembered something!"

Neil: "What?"

Shelman: "The reason why we went to the fat man's room was that after following the crawling traces around, we found that the last traces disappeared in his place."

Neil: "..."

【Don't leave your room at night】

— Sure enough, Francis never uttered useless nonsense.

Neil let out a sigh of relief: "So the ghost nun once tried to climb into the fat guide's room but failed, and then tempted him to drink water, but he chose to listen to the nun at that time, so he escaped a catastrophe..."

But in the end, he died.

Died in his own hands.

Hearing that Neil said that the fat man committed suicide because he wanted to leave the dream, Schulman guessed what Neil hadn't finished. He looked at his hands as if they were covered with blood.

After understanding the horror of this dream, he finally realized that both he and Marin were indirect murderers.

And now, they have reaped the consequences.

"I'm very sorry……"

Shelman pursed his lips.

"Let's repent and go out."

Neil waved his hand.

He was not a priest, nor was he an angel with wings. On the contrary, Neil looked at the vampire on his shoulder from the corner of his eye.

His favorite person is a blood-sucking bat, or a cold and ruthless hot guy who doesn't give you any special treatment after eating or sleeping.

"Catch it--then I entered the thick fog with the fat guide, when we opened our eyes and appeared in front of the well, then the ghost nun crawled out of it, and the guide hid in the thick fog in panic. I and He separated.

Afterwards, the guide committed suicide, and I was also chased by the ghost nun in the fog. No matter where I hid, she seemed to be able to find me. In the end, I was stunned by her... Uh, because of some things, she escaped, and I was killed by you Discover. "

Shelman looked up in doubt: "Some things?"

Naturally, Neil couldn't say that Francis saved him, coughing dryly: "Maybe it's something I wore as a shield before."

Shelman: "Oh."

He didn't doubt it at all. After all, Neil is a great nobleman and a much-loved only son, so it's not surprising that he has something good on him. In the past, Schulman didn't believe in any magical artifacts consecrated by the Holy See. Now he can't wait to go out and lose his fortune. Buy a set to hang around your neck.

He wrote in his notebook: After drinking the water, he just woke up, by the well.

After finishing writing, Shelman poked his chin with a pen, frowned and thought for a moment, then showed the book to Neil, and developed his own powerful associations and brainstorming.

"I think the water and the well are the key. We came to the dream because of the water, and we appeared by the well at the beginning.

The ghost nun deliberately drove you away... Do you think this well is some kind of passage?We commit suicide by jumping into a well like a female ghost, can we wake up? "

Neil's eyes lit up when he heard this!

Yeah, why didn't he think of that? !

"As expected of a writer!"

Neil praised him in surprise, took the notebook and read it carefully.

"Thank you for the compliment."

There was a smile on Suleman's indifferent face, as if he was not used to smiling, he quickly suppressed it shyly.

Francis, who put all this into his eyes on Neil's shoulder, had scarlet eyes: "..." He seemed to see another painter.

Sure enough, no matter where the beautiful gems are, there will be people coveting them!

Neil didn't notice that his 'noble and indifferent' male god who 'can't be climbed in this life' was gloomy and jealous, and he was happy that the well might be a passage out of the dreamland!

Neil pulled Shelman and muttered.

"Actually, I still have a clue... You have a good mind, help me think about it."

Schulman had a good impression of the aristocratic young man in front of him, but he didn't get angry when he learned that they had deceived him. Hearing this, he agreed, "Say it."

Neil: "What do you think 'water is not the whole problem, whether you drink it or not, it's the same' and 'what you see may not be real' might mean something."

"This... wait, let me think about it."

The stumped Sullman took the notebook and drew on it with a pen, scribbling down a few inferences, which were quickly crossed out by him, as if he had fallen into a maze of thinking.

Neil didn't bother him, and pondered over it himself.

After a while, the two people who had the answers put the book in the middle, and used a pen to connect 'water' and 'find your way in the fog' together.

The two expressionless people looked at each other for a few seconds, and then laughed out loud, revealing a tacit understanding of partners.

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