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Li Yinan pondered for a long time before she could barely come up with a sporadic idea. She asked Lin Kuo uncertainly, "Does Wang Miao and the others think the piano room is safer?"

Lin Kuo looked at his mobile phone. It was about half an hour since the last message sent to 'Xiang Tianfeng', but 'Like Tianfeng' never replied.This made Lin Kuo worried. He didn't understand the point system of the siege, and he didn't know whether "Like Tianfeng" would really be in danger after spending a lot of points, as the barrage said.

Li Yinan saw that Lin Kuo was holding the mobile phone and kept looking at the screen in a daze for a long time, so he asked cautiously, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Kuo came back to his senses, tightly pursed his lips and blinked his eyes, suppressing the worry in his eyes: "No."

Even so, Lin Kuo still left a message for 'Like Tianfeng'——

[Lin Kuo]: Please contact me if you see the news.

After sending this message, Lin Kuo worriedly put his phone aside and asked Li Yinan, "What did you say in the previous sentence?"

Li Yinan repeated: "Did Wang Miao and Zhu Hai choose to stay in the piano room because they thought it was safer?"

Lin Kuo nodded, the answer was already clearly in front of his eyes, what other reason could make Wang Miao "know that there are tigers in the mountains, so he prefers to travel to the tiger mountains"?

Li Yinan was suddenly angry: "I've never been so speechless, who are these people!... Boss, is our previous room really the safest?"

Lin Kuo shook his head: "Not necessarily."

In the corridor, his sentence interrupted by Liang Sihong was actually, "I'm not sure if this bedroom will be safe tonight." Obviously, Liang Sihong also guessed what Wang Miao was thinking, and encouraged Lin Kuo Agree to Wang Miao's proposal to change rooms.

At this moment, the message of Wei Xun rang, and Lin Kuo heard the notification sound, knowing that it was "Like Tianfeng" who replied.While waiting for the news from "Like Sweet Wind", he thought about the function of the surround message and set an exclusive message notification tone for "Like Sweet Wind".

Open the message.

[Lin Kuo]: Thank you.

[Lin Kuo]: Please contact me if you see the news.

[Like Tianfeng]: Thank you for accepting~

[Like Tianfeng]: I was taking a shower just now, what's wrong, brother?

Lin Kuo breathed a sigh of relief, and then the news on the other end seemed to never stop, one after another popped out.

[Like sweet wind]:? ? ?

[Like Tianfeng]: Are you particularly concerned?

[Like Tianfeng]: Oh man.

Lin Kuo: ...

'Like a sweet wind' should have continued to watch the live broadcast, and heard the exclusive voice that accompanied me when I sent a message in the live broadcast room.

Lin Kuo's ears were a little red, and he felt that the consecutive question marks of "Like Tianfeng" carried a little complicated meaning, as if he was not very happy or willing to have this special concern.

Lin Kuo hurried to explain.

'Like a sweet wind' sent the last message coldly, making Lin Kuo concentrate on the copy.In view of this, Lin Kuo had no choice but to delete the half-typed explanatory text in the input box one by one.Looking at the empty input box, a huge question mark suddenly rose in Lin Kuo's heart, "Like Tianfeng" is angry?

Lin Kuo was a little annoyed and at a loss. In fact, he just wanted to thank her, and he didn't mean to make 'Xiang Tianfeng' angry.

He silently canceled the exclusive sound, and solemnly apologized in his heart for being abrupt "like a sweet wind".

Putting down the phone again, he looked at the profile picture of 'Like Tianfeng'.Lin Kuo has a business of connecting portraits, and the comic avatars used by "Like Tianfeng" are very similar to his painting style, which reminds Lin Kuo of his own works.

In addition to the commercial drafts of eating paintings, he also has many paintings that have not been displayed.These paintings include his impromptu works, as well as his emotional works.

What is an emotional work? When he is happy, he will draw a picture, when he is sad, he will draw a picture, or when he is deceived and almost puts all his savings into it, and he has the emotion of "fear of fear", he will also draw a picture.These paintings can be soothing, although the finished product is deeply personal.

So, instead of saying that the canon last night was panicking, it is better to say that the thing that played the canon was panicking. It tried to calm its fear by playing it.

But after quiet down?The world is changing rapidly, and it is impossible to always deal with those difficult things unchangingly. It is like suddenly there is a bottomless pit in front of you. You try to step over it, but unfortunately, you fall into this pit. , gray-headed and disheveled.It's dark around you, you're scared, and you try to soothe yourself and cheer yourself up by singing.

But for the second time, facing this pit, will you cross it recklessly?You have many ways to deal with it, such as bypassing it, such as...

fill it up.

Wang Miao and Zhu Hai are in danger.

But in the end, whether these two people can turn bad luck into good fortune is just like Liang Sihong said, this is their own choice, and it all depends on whether the goddess of luck is willing to favor them or not.

The next day, there was a gravity knock on their door.

Lin Kuo opened his eyes and heard the noise of people outside the door. The man with the scar called out to the people in the room with a trembling voice: "Hey...wake up..."

Liang Sihong said calmly, "Lin Kuo, it's us."

Lin Kuo got out of bed and opened the door.

The trio looked at Lin Kuo with a pale face, and Liang Sihong's voice was a little hoarse: "Something happened."

Lin Kuo paused for a moment and asked, "Who?"

Liang Sihong swallowed a bit before saying, "Both..."

Lin Kuo asked, "Where is it?"

Liang Sihong: "Still in the room."

The first smear of white appeared in the sky, and at the first moment when the black night was lifted, Liang Sihong came out of the house to check Wang Miao and Zhu Hai's room. The blood on the bed dripped down the cracks in the floor tiles to the door.

The man with the scar was fighting, and the girl who stayed with them for two nights kept screaming.Liang Sihong knew that the two men were useless, so he turned to find Lin Kuo.

The remaining 7 members of the group of 5 came to this piano room. Before entering the room, Lin Kuo could smell the bloody smell, and there was an unspeakable smell in the bloody smell, as if it had been piled up in an ashtray for ten days Half a month of soot.

After Lin Kuo got used to the uncomfortable smell, he looked into the room.

Zhu Hai collapsed at the door, his chest was stained with bright red blood.His hands overlapped and froze on his chest in a state of holding something, as if holding a sharp sword piercing his chest, but there was nothing in his chest.

The Polaroid rolled on the side, and there were obvious scratches on the corners.

Lin Kuo said to Liang Sihong: "See if there is anything photographed with this thing."

After ordering Liang Sihong, he stepped into the room to check on Wang Miao.Wang Miao died on the bed. Lin Kuo was not a forensic doctor, but he could tell that Wang Miao's death was more painful than Zhu Hai's.The greatest manifestation of this pain is the intimidation experienced before death, followed by the speed of death.

The bed was covered in blood, and the quilt was messy, revealing Simmons under it. It could be seen that Wang Miao was still struggling before he died. He was forced to retreat to the corner of the bed by that thing, and finally there was no way to retreat.The difference from Zhu Hai's death is that Wang Miao's hands are open, and there is only a black mass in his hands.

Lin Kuo took a closer look, and the pungent gray smell savagely penetrated into the tip of his nose.Lin Kuo was caught off guard and choked twice. He choked and coughed, and the uncontrollable exhaled air blew up a layer of fine ash on Wang Miao's body.

He took half a step back, managed to stop his cough, and then turned to look at Zhu Hai on the ground. Zhu Hai also had this layer of ash on his body.

Lin Kuo looked at the Polaroid in Liang Sihong's hand and asked, "Did you find anything?"

"Yes, wait for me to print it out." Liang Sihong nodded, he operated twice, and the Polaroid spit out a piece of film.After slapping it twice in the air, Liang Sihong glanced at the film, and then looked confused.

"Give it to me." Lin Kuo stretched out his hand.

Liang Sihong handed the film to Lin Kuo. Lin Kuo looked at it and frowned.

"Is it... a ghost?" Li Yinan was terrified enough, and at this time was signing up with another girl to keep warm.Seeing the expressions of Liang Sihong and Lin Kuo, he couldn't help asking curiously.

Lin Kuo simply gave the film to Li Yinan, frowning more and more deeply.

Li Yinan thought he would see something terrifying, and after he had prepared his mind well, he looked at the film. After seeing the content of the film, he was stunned: "This is... a person?"

Zhu Hai took a picture last night, and the moment he pulled it into the camera was the moment when those things pushed the door.At this time, there are three people shown on the film.

The one at the beginning is a middle-aged man with a goatee and a strange dress. Behind the man is a man and a woman. The expressions of the three are different. The woman behind has a frightened expression. The man is holding a jar in his arms. Some resentment.But this goatee is calm, and even reveals a sense of self-confidence.

If you look closely, the goatee holds a mahogany sword in his hand, and the jar in the man's arms has strange patterns, like an incense burner used for sacrifices.

Lin Kuo asked Li Yinan: "What did you think of?"

Li Yinan's thinking jumped, the content of this film was normal and there was a sense of dissonance, Lin Kuo couldn't tell where this discord came from, so he handed the film to Li Yinan.

Li Yinan almost blurted out, "It's more like... more like a Taoist priest who came to catch ghosts."

Lin Kuo was slightly taken aback.

Liang Sihong's face was not very good-looking: "What do you mean, could it be..." At this point, he suddenly froze, and raised his eyes to look at Lin Kuo.

The amount of breakfast does not match the number of people.

The newly carved mahogany pattern on the door is shocking.

The housekeeper who saw them looked terrified.

He even used the sound of the piano to appease his Kanon.

Lin Kuo was silent for a moment: "We are the intruders."

The man with the scar choked: "What do you mean? Are we the ghosts?"

An inexplicable absurdity spread, and it weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, mixed with the confusion, doubt, fear and anxiety that had arisen in the past few days, and finally exploded by itself, making people ashamed and dizzy.

Lin Kuo looked at the piano, and the thoughts he couldn't grasp last night came late at this time.That's right, since the piano is placed in this bedroom, it is enough to prove that the piano belongs to the owner of the bedroom, not him and Li Yinan, the intruders.

Although Liang Sihong was shocked, his focus was on survival. After thinking for a while, he overturned Lin Kuo's previous conclusion: "Since we are the intruders, it proves that they are neither Henry Lee Lucas nor Ty De Bundy. We no longer need to find clues about how they committed crimes, but to find ways to avoid being wiped out by the real owner of the villa. I think this is the theme of the surviving copy of "Intruder".

Lin Kuo did not respond to him.

He thought of the book "Goethe's Aphorisms and Thoughts" that he had found in his study, and there was a sentence on the page that just opened: Senses do not deceive people, but judgment deceives people.

Taomu shakes ghosts and evil spirits, so the intruder is a ghost. In the copy of "The Mortuary", S finds the ghost but cannot guarantee the survival rate, so the ghost has its own conditions for killing.

The above causal relationship just shows that all his judgments are influenced by his own senses.Lin Kuo agrees with the words in "The Collection of Thoughts", but at the same time he feels that something is wrong.

"Give me the Polaroid." Lin Kuo stretched out his hand.

Liang Sihong didn't know what Lin Kuo was going to do, but he honestly handed it over to him.Seeing Lin Kuo taking a picture of Zhu Hai's body, Liang Sihong felt pain in his heart: "They're not here."

Lin Kuo ignored him, and operated the Polaroid to print out a film. He looked at the content of the film and said, "The photo came out."

Liang Sihong was startled and subconsciously stepped back: "Are they still here?"

"No." Lin Kuo showed the film to Liang Sihong. Zhu Hai's body was stuck with a mahogany sword. For the first time, he said to everyone with an attitude of hoping that others would agree: "This thing came out, not to say that it can only be photographed. Ghost?"

"What's the use of you filming this? Is it to prove that we are not ghosts? What's the point?" Liang Sihong said regretfully: "We can't see them, and they can't see us. We are ghosts in their eyes, and they are in our eyes. It’s not really human. In this case, of course their things can be seen, after all, they are gifts attached to first-level food items. This is a siege, and the main god system is not as weak as you think.”

Lin Kuo couldn't hear Liang Sihong's praise of the high master god system, so he snatched the film back from Liang Sihong's hands, and said mockingly, "Really? Does the world under siege have a counseling room? I suggest treating your Stockholm after the dungeon is over." syndrome."

Liang Sihong: "..."

Before Liang Sihong could refute, there was a 'beep' sound in the air, and then a mechanical female voice sounded: It was detected that the anchor Lin Kuo despised the main god system, please judge and punish the room management.

Lin Kuo snorted, and he simply said, "It's all rubbish."

Everyone was stunned, and Li Yinan shouted at Lin Kuo regardless of fear: "Boss...don't say it!"

At this time, the barrage in the live broadcast room was excited:

【Ahhhhhhh, I finally waited for this scene】

[Did the housing manager hear that?What about housing management?Call room management]

[The housing manager is here to punish the crime, let this dog anchor know what is the right way of vicissitudes of life! 】

[The housing manager punished me!Strong onlookers]

[I'm so fucking excited! 】

The mechanical female voice who seemed to be floating in the air continued: "The house management has given a punishment of 'talking with each other' for 20 minutes."

【? 】

[Talk?What the hell is this punishment? 】

【I am drunk】

[The housing manager comes out and gets beaten! 】

The live broadcast room was temporarily closed, and Lin Kuo, who was originally in the dungeon, was pulled into another space.

Before he could stand still, he heard a refreshing male voice.

"Little anchor, let's talk."