Forces of Temptation

The temperature is slowly dropping silently.

This made Nan Zhou more clear-headed.

He slipped out of bed lightly and noiselessly, went to the door, and pushed the handle.

The faucet in the bathroom is in disrepair for a long time, as if dripping on the nerves of people, with a click,

At the same time, the door opened.

squeak-

In the face of danger, Nan Zhou's animal instinct successfully gained the upper hand.

He was sure that they had suffered another head-down.

Even though he didn't see anything yet.

The feeling at this moment has something in common with the feeling he felt when he was in the deep sea.

The change of the wind speed and the change of the angle of light and shadow all subtly changed in his eyes.

Because the distance between the hotel and the hotel is too narrow, there is a lack of sunlight on the one hand, and on the other hand it is too shabby, so we have to come up with some gimmicks and cooperate with travel agencies to collect tourists' wool.

So the hotel made a well-designed design as a last resort.

One side of the hotel corridor is the room, and the other side is the window.

A green area of ​​tens of square meters has been opened up on the first floor, and some tropical flowers and plants have been planted throughout. The slogan to the outside world is the original ecological jungle-style hotel.

In fact, tropical flowers and plants have already died because they are too lazy to spend money on maintenance.

On the outside of the window that has not been cleaned all year round, upon closer inspection, there are densely packed corpses of small insects.

They are all attracted by the night lights in the hallway.

Small pieces of dark yellow insect fluid make people have no intention to stop and admire the withered and decaying flowers and plants outside.

After opening the door, Nan Zhou faced a dirty window and himself in the window.

The window at the end of the corridor on the window was left open.

The wind blew a little of his sleepy hair.

There was a chill in the wind.

The already old bulbs in the corridor added a thin layer of strange red to the dim yellow.

An ordinary person like Li Yinhang cannot perceive such subtle changes in body sensation and light source.

It seemed to her that everything was unexpected, except that the lights in the corridor were a little dim.

... This kind of no warning, on the contrary, has a different kind of horror.

Nan Zhou stood at the door, hooked his head in thought for a while, closed the door, picked up the anti-theft chain, slipped it into the groove, and locked the door completely.

In a very flat tone, he said something creepy: "Something has come in here."

Jiang Fang frowned indistinctly.

Seeing Nan Zhou's seriousness, Li Yinhang's voice was almost crushed by fear: "What...something?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't know."

Li Yinhang stood up: "Then let's run out. To the street..."

Nan Zhou suddenly said, "Stay away from the windows."

Li Yinhang always listened to people's persuasion and had a full meal.

After hearing the words, before she could turn her head, she immediately jumped out of bed and walked away from the window quickly.

When she was a little farther away, she turned her head back with lingering fear, and checked carefully.

Her own reflection in the window looked terrified.

Li Yinhang touched his face.

The self in the window did the same thing as her.

...seems to be nothing unusual.

When she breathed a sigh of relief, she heard Nan Zhou say, "You in the window moved."

Li Yinhang's face changed suddenly, he didn't dare to look closely, and took two steps back.

Nan Zhou encouraged: "It's okay. You and him, come to me."

Upon hearing this, Li Yinhang immediately approached Nan Zhou.

Jiang Fang sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Nan Zhou, and said, "You..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

In the corridor behind Nan Zhou, there was a piercing sound of glass cracking.

Startled by this voice, Li Yinhang, who was only a few steps away from Nanzhou, stopped subconsciously.

In the next second, something even more terrifying happened.

"do not come."

Nan Zhou's cold, flat voice sounded outside the door.

"Stay away from him. He's fake," he said.

Li Yinhang's scalp exploded violently, and he took a few steps back, losing even the ability to breathe.

Who is the ghost?

who is real

Who is fake?

Is it the one standing in front of her inside the house, or the one knocking on the door outside?

And Nan Zhou, who was in front of her, her lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Li Yinhang stared at him blankly, thinking he would give an explanation.

And this Nanzhou, without warning, suddenly burst into an exaggerated and terrifying smile.

The blood on Li Yinhang's face faded away in an instant.

Nan Zhou obviously didn't go out, when did the ghost exchange with him? !

She was backing away again and again, almost back to the window.

In the window, her figure turned her back slightly, and looked back at her sullenly.

Nan Jixing on the bed jumped up, and his two front paws clenched into fists in front of his chest, making an angry creaking sound.

Li Yinhang sensed something was wrong and was about to turn around when he suddenly heard an earth-shattering sound from the door.

--boom!

Nan Zhou outside the door was silent, and kicked out the entire door including the hinge, door leaf, and door chain.

When the fallen door panel pressed against the back of the "Southern Boat" inside the door, it disappeared completely like a gust of wind.

Nan Zhou stepped into the house, grabbed the door panel, and pushed the door back to its original position neatly. With one hand, he twisted the broken door shaft and the door leaf together again.

After closing the door manually, Nan Zhou took two quick steps, but another figure appeared out of the corner of his eye.

The bathroom mirror and the bathroom door are opposite.

Nan Zhou's whole body was exposed in the mirror.

He stopped for a moment and observed it for a while from the corner of his eye.

There was nothing unusual about him in the mirror, and he was also peering at himself sideways.

Nan Zhou looked away and walked forward.

... But in the mirror, he stood where he was, and calmly drew a knife from his waist.

The figure in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

And behind Nan Zhou, a phantom holding a sharp knife appeared out of thin air, and he lifted it up with a smile, and suddenly struck at the back of Nan Zhou's neck!

The blade drew a small arc of light in the air.

Just when the blade was about to sink into the flesh of Nan Zhou's neck, Nan Zhou suddenly turned around, held the dagger he had taken out of the warehouse with his backhand, and stopped the blade with a clang.

The phantom's hand was shaken, and the sharp knife almost fell out of his hand.

And when Nanzhou flipped the dagger in his palm and slashed at the throat of the fake "Nanzhou" with lightning speed, it disappeared into the void again.

The room once again regained a seemingly peaceful calm.

It was not a pity for Nan Zhou to lose the shot.

He looked down at his hands and slowly took stock in his heart.

Just now, he just looked at his own figure reflected in the opposite window, and in a daze, he exchanged places with the mirror image.

The self inside the door became a shadow.

...and he stood in the window.

He watched as he shut the door behind him.

Fortunately, the effect of lowering the head does not blur the boundary between reality and illusion, nor does it have the function of directly flattening three-dimensional into two-dimensional.

He is real and is not compatible with windows.

Before the strong sense of suffocation spread, he smashed the window easily, as if the person in the painting smashed the fence and escaped from it.

The nature of the ghost drop this time was completely different from the last one that was wholeheartedly trying to suck them into the altar and soak them into a sea of ​​fat.

It is fiercer, fiercer, and more unpredictable.

The two hand-to-hand combats just now allowed Nan Zhou to feel some characteristics of this ghost descending.

One, as long as you get close to anything that can reflect a reflection, it will appear and assassinate another self by surprise.

Second, it can replace the positions of people and shadows without anyone noticing.

Third, when it is fatally attacked, it will disappear immediately to protect itself.

These three points are enough for it to play endless tactics.

not to mention……

He had just broken the glass and the door, which should have caused a commotion.

But so far, the hallway has been eerily quiet.

He didn't get any feedback on what he did.

There were no complaints from guests in the hotel, and no person in charge came up to investigate.

In other words, the ghost drop pulled them into a special space, a space where shadows could replace people at any time.

They can't turn to anyone for help.

Now Li Yinhang could hardly be sure whether it was the real Nanzhou in front of her, so she didn't speak, but leaned against the bed, not daring to stand or sit.

Nan Zhou also saw her fear, so he was not in a hurry to get close to her, but just stood there.

Nan Jixing seemed to be aware of Li Yinhang's anxiety, jumped three times and twice, slipped to the window, bit the corner of the curtain, wrapped himself inside the curtain, so as not to let his own shadow appear on the window, and moved forward blindly. He rushed forward, pulled the curtains with a swipe, and then jumped up, grabbed Li Yinhang's shoulders, ran down along her shoulders, and hugged her thumbs obediently.

This bit of warmth made Li Yinhang's frantic heartbeat gradually return to normal.

It doesn't feel good to have your heart pounding straight into your throat.

Forcibly suppressing her fear, she asked softly, "...is that you?"

Without waiting for Nan Zhou to reply, Jiang Fang took the call: "It's him."

With Jiang Fang's gold medal certification, Li Yinhang's expression improved a bit.

And Nanzhou also seized the opportunity to look at Nanjixing, whose back was bristling like a hedgehog and entered a state of full alert.

Nanjixing seemed to feel something, and looked up at Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou dipped in the honey water in the cup, and on the bedside table, he simply sketched the pattern he had seen on the yellow clay jar.

He ordered: "Nanjixing, look for something similar to this pattern near here."

"Whether it's mobile or fixed, look for it."

"After you find it, don't break it, just scratch the patterns on it."

Li Yinhang's suggestion of "leaving the hotel and going outside" was considered by Nan Zhou.

Opponents refused to communicate and learn, used lowering heads, and repeated the old tricks. They must have the idea of ​​​​killing them with one blow.

The most urgent task is to find the source of the ghost drop with the head drop spell, erase and destroy the spell pattern on it, and make the ghost drop ineffective.

As long as Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang were stuffed into the warehouse, it would be no problem to take them out by themselves.

But once it hits the streets, there will be more variables than there are now.

A window on the street, or even a pool of water illuminated by the moonlight, may create a new self.

This will greatly slow down his progress.

Rather than looking for it by yourself, it is better to leave it to the more flexible Antarctica.

Nanji Xing responded with a chirp, jumped from Li Yinhang's palm, and jumped to the window lightly.

Just at this moment, a breeze blew into the open window and lifted the curtain by a small corner.

When the figure of the Antarctic star was reflected in the window, as expected, a "Nanji star" with a gloomy gaze appeared inside the glass, showing its bright and sharp teeth towards the oncoming Antarctic star.

Nan Jixing didn't even bother, he didn't dodge or dodge, and bit the phantom in the mirror.

Shadow obviously didn't expect that Nanjixing had just reached this point, subconsciously dodging, Nanjixing smashed through the window, and flew to the opposite window rail amidst the shattered glass.

And when its figure appeared in the window, the seventeen or eighteen Antarctic stars reflected in the torn window fragments in the alley jumped out, like a nest of bloodthirsty carnivorous mice, chasing the Antarctic star.

Nanjixing had no intention of getting entangled with them at all, and nimbly jumped up to the roof of the opposite building, leading the group of "Nanjixing" to disappear into the vast cold moon.

Li Yinhang was frightened, and his mind was running fast at this moment.

Looking at the place where the South Pole Star disappeared, she noticed a trace of abnormality that she hadn't put in her heart before.

... Nanjixing, isn't it a little too smart?

From Yi Shuige, the creator of the Antarctic Star, Li Yinhang learned that Nanzhou and the Antarctic Star are both products of the "Gravity" game.

And it is a little more special than Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou is a fictional character in the story.

And it's pure data.

It was a total accident.

Ever since it broke away from its original track and was sent into Neverland by "Mr. Apple Tree", it got rid of the shackles of data and gained a new destiny.

As a piece of data product, it miraculously learned to think and possess emotions.

This made Yi Shuige very impressed. He even tried to ask Nanzhou for the Antarctic Star, but of course it failed.

Li Yinhang knew that Nan Zhou had no memory of leaving "Never".

During the period of his memory loss, Nanjixing was always by his side, and when he reappeared on the bus, it was also by his side.

It is even smart enough to understand human speech, understand the layout, and know how to advance and retreat——

While she was thinking wildly, there was another sudden knock on the door.

Cao Shuguang's urgent voice came from outside: "Mr. Nan, Noah, open the door, it's us!"

None of the three people in the room moved.

No one can be sure whether the shouting outside the house is a phantom or real.

However, a door that had been destroyed once could no longer withstand such a vigorous slap.

The door leaf was crumbling under such frequent impacts.

In the rapid knocking sound, the people inside the door could no longer tell whether it was a fist knocking on the door, or the handle of the knife held upside down by the monster in the mirror.