Forces of Temptation

Long hair in the sewer.

Graffiti on the wall.

Missing sister.

The evil doctrine under the banner of "resurrection"...

The scattered clues all point to the saddest ending——

As early as when she saw the graffiti of the family portrait behind the wallpaper, Shen Jie felt that something was wrong.

She has children, so she knows that most children are not pursuing complete realism when they draw.

What a child portrays is often his ideal picture.

But in his paintings, there are only father and young sister.

no mother.

The "Cubic Ark" team in the children's room has also stopped discussing and turned off the lights.

They also want Jiang Fang to complete the task for tonight.

Li Yinhang consciously lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Nan Zhou was lying on the floor, looking at the warm but slightly deformed graffiti on the wall with the mottled light of the night light.

He has been painting since he was a child and has worked as an art teacher. He also knows children's painting preferences.

Xiao Ming's paintings probably have no impression of his mother at all, and he has no yearning for her.

His mother, perhaps died before he could remember.

In his small world, there are only his father and sister.

Because he has no concept of his mother, he does not meet the requirements of "the most filial son" stipulated in the teachings.

Nan Zhou thought, this is probably the reason why the man did not choose his young son as a sacrifice.

He thought again, did Xiao Ming's sister, that young girl with long hair wearing Miss Coco, really die without knowing it?

According to Xiao Ming's diary, there is always no one in his house.

Xiao Ming blacked out all the words related to "Family", which is an expression of avoidance and disgust.

Xiao Ming cooks by himself, plays games by himself, takes a bath by himself, and sleeps by himself.

Even if he watched a good movie, he didn't have anyone to share it with.

...At this time, where did Xiao Ming's sister go?

Xiao Ming's elder sister had a mother.

Was she sacrificed forcibly by her father, or would she be willing to sacrifice herself because of the inseparable happy memory of her childhood and mother?

Nan Zhou put his hand on his forehead, closed his eyes and pondered.

He couldn't tell which of these possibilities was more pathetic.

The Christian Divine Art Sect has no divine power to bring the dead back to life.

There is no doubt about that.

Therefore, even if a man donates enough money and becomes a cadre, they will not really kill a girl.

He didn't know if the man reached an agreement with her when he killed his daughter.

But at that time, he must be full of warm expectations.

The death came silently.

At least on the day they came, on the night of July 7 and the early morning of July 2, neither they nor Xiao Ming heard the screams of the massacre.

No struggle, no sound.

All out of blind love.

The man watched his daughter die, or hanged herself, or swallowed an overdose of sleeping pills.

He leaned against the bed and watched her face, waiting for a miracle.

But as time passed, he gradually became restless.

The daughter on the bed did not bring back her mother's soul with a guiding light, but gradually burned out the youth she had when she first arrived in Nong.

He touched his daughter's lips, it was cold.

He touched his daughter's palm, it was hard.

No air flow under the nose, no heaving of the chest, no pulse.

It doesn't take one night for a man to realize he's been scammed.

The younger son is still sleeping peacefully in the nursery.

Therefore, the collapse of men can only be silent.

The wife will not come back to life again.

The daughter is gone too.

But...if my son finds out...

At that time, how would the father who had raised two children choose from his standpoint?

As the father who condoned and acquiesced in the death of his daughter, he will be taken away by the police.

Xiao Ming will lose all his relatives overnight.

More importantly, men are afraid of taking responsibility.

He couldn't bear such a tragic result.

He wants to escape.He can only escape.

Then, the tool cabinet with the hand saw was opened.

The floor drain was uncovered.

The steam valve of the pressure cooker is installed.

My daughter's clothes and shoes are packed.

Overnight, with trepidation and despair, the father wiped out all traces of his daughter's home.

at the same time.

Shen Jie, who was in the same space, felt chills all over her body, and closed her eyes tightly, before she escaped from this horrific human tragedy.

Both Skinny Monkey and the fitness trainer are waiting for her to make up her mind.

Shen Jie blinked her eyes vigorously, stood up and patted the skinny monkey's shaggy hair.

The clue he found was worth 400 points.

A dungeon has advanced to this level, and the main line may have come to an end.

Shen Jie said: "Go to sleep. The door might appear by itself early tomorrow morning."

The thin monkey moved his back with difficulty, looking at the computer with fear still in his eyes: "How about we go to the living room to sleep?"

"You are injured, don't move." Shen Jie looked at his distressed appearance, and pulled the computer chair to his side, her usually shrewd eyes softened when she watched the thin monkey, as if she was watching her sick child.

"Xiao Shen and I are here to accompany you."

……

Facts have proved that Shen Jie was too optimistic.

The surprise of finding clues last night disappeared after dawn.

When I woke up, the door did not appear.

The house shrinks again in a big circle.

And there was a strange deformation.

— jagged brick joints, undulating ceilings, doorknobs jagged like human molars.

The whole house, like a failed product melted by high temperature in a kiln, or a cardboard box messed up by a child, floated crookedly in the air.

To make matters worse, it was only the house that was originally deformed.

Now, the intensification of shrinkage has caused all the decorations to shrink!

Even the graffiti on the walls has deformed.

The lips of the characters are flat and askew, pulled outwards, from ordinary scribbles to scary and funny drawings that make it difficult to look directly at.

Computers, summer homework, diaries, all shrunk.

The summer homework was just the size of a palm, and it became a miniature version of the booklet.

They are like adults who have strayed into Toyland or Lilliputia.

It is entirely foreseeable that if this continues, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, they will be a pile of rotten meat in a can in constant compression.

The flow of time is also speeding up again visibly with the naked eye.

Although the time also accelerated yesterday, it was still reserved. It took about 20 hours to finish the original 24 hours.

And now the second hand has made no secret of its terrible rhythm.

Da da da.

It seemed to be the footsteps of a ghost demanding his life.

Yu Tuisi took some sleeping pills last night and fell into a deep sleep, so he was not woken up by the noise.

Chen Sufeng heard it, but in order to protect Yu Tuisi, he didn't go out.

After hearing Shen Jie's overview of last night's situation, Yu Tuisi frowned slightly, thinking deeply.

The fitness trainer was so anxious that he ran around like a headless chicken: "What's going on?! What else did we miss? How can the door be opened?!"

Shen Jie hissed him.

She knew that the current situation was completely beyond her ability.

She asked Yu Tuisi, "What do you think?"

"...It's still the same question that Nanzhou raised."

Yu Tuisi said: "Last night, it wasn't Mr. Hou who did the task. Why did the ghost attack Mr. Hou?"

Nan Zhou on the side nodded seriously to the diary in his hand.

"... there is no logic," he said.

Listening to Nan Zhou's nonsensical words, Shen Jie almost went bald.

Where is the logic? !

The countdown to life is right in front of them, visible to the naked eye, and they don't have long to play charades.

The evidence is that Chen Sufeng didn't sit at the narrow desk for a long time, Nan Zhou had to go into the kitchen to prepare.

When he set the pots and chopsticks one by one and conceived today's dishes, there was a slight knock on the door behind him.

It's Li Yinhang.

After being accompanied by Jiang Fang for two days, Nan Zhou asked naturally, "Where is Brother Fang?"

Li Yinhang opened his mouth: "Still in the children's room..."

Nan Zhou went straight to the point: "Do you have something to say?"

"I've had an idea since yesterday, and I want to verify it."

Li Yinhang is not a shy character either, Nan Zhou asked her to say it, so she said it.

Nanzhou: "What do I need to do?"

Li Yinhang: "It's fine if I come. Because it's just an idea, I can't be sure if it's useless or not...I'll tell you when I'm sure. You and Jiang Fang miss yours, and I'll do mine. Neither side will be delayed."

Nan Zhou didn't ask in detail: "Okay, I'll cook a dish to reward you."

Li Yinhang: "..." There is no need for that.

She quickly declined: "No, no, just borrow the Antarctic Star and be brave."

Li Yinhang entered the second bedroom with the Nanjixing looking around in his hand, and woke up the computer that was in a dormant state.

The original computer screen is only the size of an iPad, which is like a miniature model.

She let out a sigh of relief, took out a pen and paper, laid it out in front of the computer, and began to operate it unskillfully.

The thin monkey went to the toilet, and when he limped out crookedly, he caught a glimpse of Li Yinhang sitting alone in front of the computer in the second bedroom, staring at the screen for a moment, and was shocked.

"Hey!"

Seeing Li Yinhang turn his head away, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that Li Yinhang was also haunted.

The thin monkey asked, "What are you doing?"

Li Yinhang pointed to the webpage in front of him: "I'll take a look at this website again."

The thin monkey let out an oh, and left with a slander.

...the courage is fat enough.

Li Yinhang's courage is not fat at all.

She was staring at the screen, biting her thumb tightly, her ears pricked up, and any slight disturbance would make her shudder one after another.

For some reason, after leaving Nanzhou, Nanjixing became sluggish, curled up with her thin tail and dozed off by Li Yinhang's hand.

Occasionally, when he woke up, he held Li Yinhang's thumb, like a child holding a feeding bottle, and gnawed it gently a few times.

But with it by his side, Li Yinhang wasn't really scared anymore.

She put all her energy into it, even the manual tasks were done by Nanzhou for her.

After all, with her lame manual skills, she was no longer able to finely handle the matches that were as thick as a hair.

She even helped the fitness trainer complete the task of playing games.

Seeing that Li Yinhang was obsessed with computers, Shouhou felt that his major had been challenged, so he visited her several times unconvinced, emphasizing that he had searched for everything, and advised Li Yinhang not to waste time on it.

Li Yinhang has a very good temper, and he doesn't take hard things: "Okay, what you said makes sense. I'll take another look."

...a standard customer service tone.

It wasn't until it was completely dark and it was almost time for Shen Jie to take a bath that Li Yinhang breathed a sigh of relief.

She took the notebook, read all the recorded content silently, and hurried out of the second bedroom with the South Pole Star in her pocket.

It was Yu Tuisi who was almost murdered today.

At noon, Yu Tuisi dreamed of distant singing.

Very beautiful, very distant.

As soon as he entered the dreamland, there were pairs of pale and fluid arms formed from mist, guiding him to go forward and then go forward.

In the dream, Yu Tuisi still felt his legs.

He entered a large, church-like hall.

On the choir directly in front of the hall, he saw the faces of children.

Like a whiteboard, without facial features.

The place where the mouth should have been is empty, only a slight wriggling under the skin.

...don't know how they made the sound.

At this moment, the conductor, who turned his back to him and was dressed in a priest's loose black robe, turned his head.

According to Yu Tuisi's description, it was his deceased lover.

At that time, he felt as if his mind was being sucked into a vortex, and a voice repeatedly warned him, sink down, sink down.

Thanks to his mental strength, while twisting his thighs to force himself to wake up, while staring at the fake and warm smile, he stepped backward step by step and walked out of the hall.

The moment his body stepped out of the hall, he woke up suddenly with sweat dripping down his face.

At this moment, he was in the living room with Shen Jie, discussing what to do next.

Seeing Li Yinhang passing by the living room, Shen Jie asked casually, "Did you find anything?"

Li Yinhang shook his head: "No. If I find something, there should be a system prompt."

Shen Jie felt that this was true, so she turned around and continued to think hard.

Li Yinhang's tense spirit relaxed a little.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned her gaze, she found that Yu Tuisi was staring at her calmly.

His gaze was indifferent, but it seemed that he was looking straight into Li Yinhang's internal organs.

Her face turned pale immediately.

But Yu Tuisi didn't make things difficult for her, he quickly looked away, waved his hand, and signaled her to go find her teammates.

Li Yinhang, who almost escaped into the children's room, quickly closed the door and leaned his back against the door panel before he dared to let out the breath that was stuck in his chest.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou looked at her at the same time.

Jiang Fang raised an eyebrow and mouthed, "Have you found anything?"

Li Yinhang nodded silently.

... This is cooperation, but also competition.

Right now, "Lifangzhou", "Shunfeng" and "Nanshan" are indeed short-lived partners who need mutual support and information exchange.

However, this is a competitive game after all.

In the end, the three teams will always compete.

Therefore, Li Yinhang, who is used to careful calculation, chose to focus on his own people first.

Holding the notebook, she sat down in front of the two of them, keeping her voice as low as possible.

"I seem to understand...there is no logical reason why the ghosts appear here."

The author has something to say:

I can finish this dungeon tomorrow

Minor revision of Bank Air: Friends can be made, but the points are ours after all