Thriller Night Talk

If Beiquan's speculation is correct, and the fragmented spaces on both sides pass at basically the same speed, then the time when the missing teacher and students trigger the cycle should start from the 1st of this month.

On June 6, the first day of the loop, they lost a male student, Dong Chaoyang, and a girl, Julie, who had been empathized by Beiquan.

On June 6, the second day of the loop, the missing person was Julie's boyfriend Cai Tianzhen.

On June 6, the third day of the loop, the day Beiquan received Pan Xiaoyun's call for help through "Thriller Night Talk", they lost their counselor Song Qi.

And today is June 6th, so counting, yesterday's June 5th, that is, the fourth day of the loop, the four surviving students are not missing, and all of them have persisted until now.

Then, something special must have happened yesterday to break the previous daily cycle of death.

Sure enough, after hearing Beiquan's question, the four students looked at each other, and then Liu Lingling raised her hand timidly.

"I guess, I should have had an accident yesterday..."

She turned to look at Huang Lan, "Fortunately... Lan Lan saved me."

Liu Lingling told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that yesterday, after being forced to watch the sacrifice for the fourth time, she immediately found Huang Lan who was also left on the river beach with great experience.

The two of them didn't dare to go anywhere, and immediately rushed to the familiar small courtyard, hoping to join the rest of their companions as soon as possible.

After the lessons of the previous two days, the students did not dare to go to the toilet, did not dare to go out to fetch water, and did not even dare to go to the stove behind the house to start a fire.

Everyone can only eat the dough cakes on the table with the raw rainwater in the tile vat under the eaves, and even their physical needs can only be met with the containers that can be found in the house.

Fortunately, everything originally owned in this space is cyclical, and the food and drinking water after eating and drinking will reappear the next day, exactly the same as the previous day, which did not make them too hungry and thirsty.

It's just that despite being so careful, something happened to Liu Lingling yesterday.

"We just went around the edge of the yard..."

Liu Lingling said with lingering fear:

"Then, suddenly a hand grabbed my foot!"

Beiquan nodded, thinking that the way of killing people like ghosts and feet is too old-fashioned and uncreative.

"I was terrified, I looked back, and I saw—"

Recalling the horrible experience of life and death yesterday, Liu Lingling's voice trembled:

"I just saw, from a puddle, a hand stretched out, grabbed my foot, and dragged it down!"

Beiquan raised his eyebrows: "From the puddle?"

"That's right, it's a puddle!"

Huang Lan next to him interjected:

"I can see it very clearly, it's that kind of shallow puddle!"

She used her thumb and index finger to compare the distance, "It's only about two or three centimeters deep, the kind that can't even submerge the upper of the shoe!"

The girl eagerly explained:

"But that hand stretched out from such shallow stagnant water, grabbed Lingling's feet, and dragged her into the water!!"

Wei Fuyuan, who had been listening for a long time, shivered.

With a rich imagination, he has automatically created a picture in his mind: there is a bottomless swamp under the shallow and small puddle, and there is a water ghost hiding in it, ready to drag people into it at any time.

Beiquan nodded slightly:

"So, how did you escape?"

"Actually, we're not very sure..."

Liu Lingling and Huang Lan looked at each other.

According to the descriptions of the two girls, at that time, Liu Lingling's entire lower body had completely disappeared under the shallow puddles, leaving only her waist exposed.

She screamed and cried, her arms flailing desperately, trying to find any point of support—but it was useless, because the hand that came out of the water grabbed her shoulder from behind the girl and pushed hard towards it. Press it out of the water.

Just when Liu Lingling was about to be dragged into the water, Huang Lan couldn't tell where she got the courage to reach out to break the ghostly hand on her best friend...

"Then, the string of jade hand cards I wore on my wrist broke..."

Huang Lan flicked her wrists towards Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan:

"For some reason, at the same time the hand card was broken, the ghost hand let go of Lingling, retracted into the puddle, and disappeared."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and touched her empty wrist.

"That string of hand cards is a relic of my grandmother. My mother said that wearing it can ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters."

The girl smiled bitterly regretfully:

"Unfortunately, when I woke up today, I found that the cards in my hand hadn't returned to their original state... I guess, it should have blocked that catastrophe for us yesterday."

The corners of Beiquan's lips curled slightly.

He thought to himself that the girl was not bad, and seeing such a terrifying scene of her friend being grabbed by a ghost, instead of turning around and running away in fright, she even dared to rescue her, which was considered righteous enough.

Although without the protection of the jade hand card, the consequence would probably be buy one get one free, and the two of them went in together, but because of the girl's courage, Beiquan also decided to send them out safely.

--but……

Beiquan rubbed his chin, his eyes swept over the faces of the two girls, Liu Lingling and Huang Lan.

From the experience of these two people yesterday, at least two of my guesses have been confirmed...

—Very well, it will be much easier to handle this way.

Beiquan thought so.

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"Whatever the culprit for all of this is water."

Beiquan explained to several students.

Although Pan Xiaoyun's psychological quality is not very good, but when he is not in a panic, he is still very clever, and immediately caught the key words:

"So, as long as we stay away from water, we can save our lives?"

Said he clenched his fist:

"Anyway, isn't the time here always looping? I guess we can't die if we don't eat or drink all the time?"

Beiquan smiled and asked:

"So you plan to stay here forever?"

Pan Xiaoyun was taken aback: "Huh?"

Beiquan didn't hold back, and explained directly:

"Staying away from water may indeed save your life temporarily, but if you want to get out of here, you must use the same medium."

He paused:

"In other words, we have to get out of the water."

Pan Xiaoyun's lips trembled.

Although he hadn't seen the ghostly hand protruding from the water like the two girls, he had already scared himself enough just by imagining it.

"That, that..."

He trembled and asked:

"Then what should we do?"

Beiquan took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time on it.

At 22:[-] in the morning, there is still about half an hour before the ceremony begins.

"There's nothing we can do right now."

He smiled:

"At least wait until the sacrifice begins."

After saying this, Beiquan stopped wasting time, got up straight away, and made the necessary preparations.

This time, in order to enter the fragmented space, he did not carry the black suitcase and the black silk umbrella with him as usual, and even replaced his usual black clothes with a moon-white loose robe.

It's just that when he crawled out of the water just now, the white robe was already soaked, so he couldn't continue to wear it, so now he's wearing a dark blue cotton shirt that doesn't fit the size, which he found casually from a residential house. It was old, and the sleeves and trouser legs were obviously too short.

But even with such sloppy clothes, Bei Quan still looked like a worldly expert.

And the four students went through the endless cycle for four consecutive days. When they were almost desperate, they suddenly saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan appearing in front of them, and they had long regarded them as rescuers who fell from the sky.

At this moment, they saw Beiquan's serious appearance and didn't know what he was doing, and they all sat upright, not to mention asking questions, and unconsciously relaxed their breathing a lot, for fear of disturbing the master's practice.

Beiquan didn't have any magic weapon in his hand, not even a ready-made yellow talisman. The only thing he could use was his Qingguang Vientiane Pen.

But it didn't bother him.

Beiquan drove everyone off the kang, lifted the quilt, and pulled out the mat underneath.

The family used mats made of bamboo strips, which had obviously been slept on for a long time, and the edges were uneven, and the braided ropes in many places had become unthreaded and cracked.

Beiquan commanded Wei Fuyuan to help, and cut all the braided threads of the mat into pieces of bamboo strips.

And he turned out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen, scratched his hands, and used his own blood as a medium to start writing vigorously on the bamboo strips.

Although Pan Xiaoyun was afraid, he couldn't hold back his curiosity. He stretched his neck and looked at it from a distance for a while, and found that the characters written by Beiquan on the bamboo strips were light and elegant in shape, full of beauty from beginning to end, but they were so scribbled that he couldn't even Can't make out a single word.

Soon, Pan Xiaoyun noticed something even more strange.

He saw with his own eyes that Beiquan cut the palm of his hand, and then dipped the blood on the tip of the brush, but the blood that should have started to solidify when it touched the air stayed on the brush for a long time, until Beiquan finished writing all the bamboo strips, it didn't even dry up at all. The color is always bright red and full, really like the best cinnabar ink.

——Sure enough, he is an expert!

The small flame of hope in Pan Xiaoyun's heart suddenly rose again.

Twenty or ten minutes later, Beiquan wrote all the bamboo strips he needed, stacked them all into a pile, tied them with old cotton thread, and stuffed them into Wei Fuyuan's hands.

"You take these."

Beiquan approached Wei Fuyuan, exhaled almost against his ear, and whispered:

"When I call you, you will throw them all to the place where there is water, understand?"

Wei Fuyuan resisted the urge to rub his ears, and nodded indiscriminately, but unconsciously his ears turned red.

Just when he had just put away the bamboo strips, the door of the room was suddenly opened from the outside with a "boom".

A large group of villagers rushed in, there were three No. 40 people.

These villagers are like NPCs set in the game plot, the only task is to invite all the "visited guests" to watch their festival.

The villagers didn't care at all whether these distinguished guests were asleep or awake, and they didn't care why they were all in the same room, repeating lines such as "hurry up" and "it's about to start", and couldn't help but catch everyone's attention. Pull the hand out.

The four students had already been dragged four times, knowing that resistance was useless, they all relaxed their bodies and let the villagers drag them out.

Wei Fuyuan wanted to find Beiquan, but there were too many people crowded into the room, and the scene was too chaotic, so he couldn't see where his boss was for a while.

But he thought about it - anyway, the destination is the same, with Beiquan around, he would not let himself suffer, so he stopped doing those useless struggles.