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In the living room on the first floor of the apartment, Zhang Yuanxi walked back and forth nervously.

Nie Xiaolan, who was standing by the window looking at the traces, was also pale.

Yuan Fei was killed by a ghost a few steps away, but they didn't realize it.

"Ghosts only kill people who live in 202, and Brother Yuan said yesterday that there are no traces of ghost activities here, so what's going on now?!" Zhang Yuanxi scratched his hair anxiously.

"Maybe there is something that we don't know about, or maybe Yuan Fei misunderstood, don't forget what Fu Qitang said yesterday." Nie Xiaolan pinched the bridge of her nose to calm herself down, "It's a pity that Yuan Fei is dead, and he can't do it again." Rewatched it with his props."

The props are stored in the consciousness of each player, and can be "extracted" at any time when needed, so that they will not be lost, and to a certain extent, conflicts caused by snatching props can be avoided.

On the contrary, once the player dies, the props he holds will also disappear.

"It's better to share his props with everyone as I said, it's all wasted now." Zhang Yuanxi said dissatisfiedly.

Nie Xiaolan glanced at him, but said nothing.

Footsteps came.

The three of Ji Tao walked into the living room.

"Where's Yuan Fei?"

Fu Qitang glanced around, but did not find Yuan Fei's body. The strong smell of blood made his stomach twitch.

His eyes fell on the window behind Nie Xiaolan.

Large areas of semi-dried blood stained the originally transparent glass into a sticky dark brown, and the air was filled with a fishy-sweet rusty smell, as slippery and disgusting as the tentacles of some deep-sea creatures.

The bloodstains stretched all the way to the wall next to it, and even the ceiling was dotted with sprays.

The window was closed, leaving only a gap less than a palm wide.

"No body was found," Ji Tao shook his head, "but with this amount of bleeding, the person must be dead."

"There was no trace of struggle, which means that he died very quickly." Nie Xiaolan told what she had observed, and smiled wryly, "This is good news, at least I didn't suffer."

The large area of ​​dark brown and the disgusting smell seemed to have no effect on Gong Zijun. He stared at the bloodstain for a while with a calm face, then checked the height of the ceiling with his eyes, and finally set his sights on the one that was less than a palm wide. window gap.

"The ghosts come in from here."

"What?" Zhang Yuanxi was surprised.

"I remember that the window was closed yesterday." Gong Zijun walked to the window, "Yuan Fei opened the window and the ghost entered the room and wrung his head off in this position, so the blood splattered everywhere."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger and wiped it somewhere on the blood-stained window sill, and his fingertips were stained with a thin layer of white powder.

"What is this?" Fu Qitang took a closer look: "Wall dust?"

"En." Gong Zijun responded, and looked around the customer hall thoughtfully.

Ji Tao pushed his glasses, "So ghosts can't just appear in the room?"

"Well, I guess this is one of the rules of this dungeon." Fu Qitang said, and then recounted his experience last night, "So the ghost will try to trick people into opening the door for it, and 'invite' it in."

"I wish I knew earlier." Nie Xiaolan shook her head.

"Also, I think our thinking was off yesterday. The ghost may not have been one of the five dead."

"Why do you say that?" Ji Tao asked.

"It's very simple, because the window and the door of 202 are facing each other. After the ghost came in, people wanted to escape, and their instinctive reaction was to jump out of the window. And the second deceased died by jumping out of the window. This shows that the ghost has existed for a long time, not the one behind. The deceased changed." Fu Qitang said his conjecture, "I think we should check the history of this hotel further."

Justified.

As a newcomer, when encountering a ghost for the first time, it is undoubtedly very rare to not only figure out the rules to save one's life, but also think about it.

"You are amazing," Nie Xiaolan looked Fu Qitang up and down, and joked, "I thought I had to collect your body this morning."

Zhang Yuanxi on the side had a bad complexion.

"Can you collect Yuan Fei's body first? Let's at least find out what happened last night."

He passed four copies, and it was the first time he encountered the situation where the body disappeared after death.It stands to reason that ghosts are only interested in living people, so why hide corpses?

Fu Qitang shrugged, indicating that he didn't know, and tilted his head to look at Gong Zijun naturally.

Gong Zijun raised the corners of his mouth, his voice imperceptibly raised: "Want to know?"

"Think," Fu Qitang generously admitted, looking thirsty for knowledge, "Do you know?"

"That is required."

Gong Zijun smiled, turned around and walked to the west wall of the living room, and took out a mobile phone from the back of the shelf.

Fu Qitang followed behind him, and was surprised to see that "shooting" was still displayed on the screen, and he immediately understood, "Was it placed here during the inspection yesterday?"

"Yeah." Gong Zijun said: "Some things can't be seen with the eyes, but the lens can."

"Understood." Fu Qitang nodded deeply, but was still curious: "This mobile phone battery is so durable, what brand is it?"

He thought of his mobile phone, which was charged three times a day and stopped from time to time because of the hot and cold weather.

It's a pity that it disappeared after getting on the car. Except for a suit of clothes, other belongings including the suitcase disappeared.

"This should be a prop, right? I've seen it in the car. It charges for 5 minutes and stands by for 200 hours, which is enough to survive a copy. Even 800 points is too expensive."

800 points is a huge sum of money for most players, only a fool will buy a mobile phone that does not need to be charged.

It's really a drought, a drought, and a flood.

Zhang Yuanxi suppressed the complaints in his heart, and looked at Gong Zijun enviously, "As expected of Brother Zijun, our points combined can't compare to you."

Gong Zijun ignored him, but turned to look at Fu Qitang, and said with his eyes, how about it, let me say that I have a lot of props, right?

Fu Qitang blinked, touched the dagger in his pocket secretly, and praised sincerely, "It's amazing."

"It's up to you to say." Gong Zijun said proudly.

The mobile phone started shooting at noon yesterday, and it was impossible to watch the nearly [-] hours of video from beginning to end. Gong Zijun imported the video into an app for extraction and analysis with ease.

The app icon is a triangle with orange flames burning on each side.In the center of the triangle is a tearful eye, gloomy and sad, full of terrifying malice.

Fu Qitang looked away after just one glance. For some reason, this icon made him very uncomfortable, but there was a faint familiar feeling.

"A pre-installed app in the system? What is it for?" Fu Qitang asked.

"By analyzing the energy and wavelength of the video to find out the abnormal peaks and extract them," Gong Zijun thought for a while, "It can be regarded as a cut for ghosts."

"..."

Fu Qitang was a little envious, his fans had never cut him a cut.

As the progress bar reached 98%, 99%, the extraction was completed, and the phone vibrated briefly.

Gong Zijun clicked on it.

The light in the video is very dark, only a wall lamp on the wall is on, a figure stands up and walks to the other side of the sofa, it is Ji Tao.

"It's me. I finished my vigil and I'm going to call Yuan Fei." Ji Tao pointed to the sectional sofa in front of everyone, "I was here last night. On the single recliner opposite."

With his pointing finger, Fu Qitang immediately discovered the problem.

"Then who is this?"

Fu Qitang clicked on the sofa at the edge of the screen. It should have been empty, but there was a strange black shadow of a human figure curled up there.

Everyone is in their own position, and the extra one must...not be human.

It's the ghost.

Unexpectedly, ghosts would be mixed into the players like this, Ji Tao and others were speechless for a while, the blood on their faces faded, and they continued to watch calmly.

The ghost was "woke up" by Ji Tao, and then pretended to be Zhang Yuanxi to wake Yuan Fei up, tricking him into opening the window.

Following Yuan Fei's movements, a pale, faceless face suddenly appeared from below, like a paper doll whose features were squeezed out of place and deformed, and stuck tightly to the glass.

Two slender arms like tentacles squeezed in through the window, followed by half a shoulder.

Yuan Fei's face turned pale in an instant, and in the next second, the two arms wrapped around his neck and twisted hard——

The head flew high into the air, and the two bloodshot eyeballs were almost squeezed out of the eye sockets. As the angle of view suddenly rose and lowered, Yuan Fei seemed to realize something, but he didn't seem to react yet.

Blood splattered.

The headless corpse crashed to the ground.

The picture returned to calm, and the blood splashed on the ceiling fell silently.

"There's more to come." Gong Zijun tapped the screen and noticed that there was still a section of the progress bar.

Sure enough, after about a few minutes, Yuan Fei's corpse actually climbed up again while leaning on the sofa!

It hunched its back, moved slowly on the floor of the living room with its hands and feet together, and blood dripped from its empty neck with a patter.

The joints made a toothsome clicking sound, and the shoulders or knees bumped against the coffee table from time to time.

His hands groped around on the ground, rustling, and there was sticky blood everywhere.

"...What is it doing?" Zhang Yuanxi asked tremblingly.

"Look for a head." Gong Zijun said, "Otherwise, hide and seek?"

Finally, those hands found his head under the coffee table, but they got stuck.

There was a pause in the movement of the body, and then the head was pulled out abruptly with a sudden force.

"It's laughing!!"

Seeing the expression on the head clearly, Nie Xiaolan couldn't help but scream.

That head was still the same as before Yuan Fei's death. The upper half of his face was frowning, his eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, but the lower half of his face was smiling, and the corners of his mouth were lifted up strangely, revealing Bright red gums.

The body tries to put the head back on its own neck, but fails.

It simply held its head in its hands and walked slowly towards the people lying on the sofa.

It squatted in front of the sleeping Nie Xiaolan, put its head next to her, and its two faces were almost close to each other.

The smile on his head deepened.

Next came Zhang Yuanxi and Ji Tao.

It seems to be "farewell" to the companion.

Afterwards, it stood up slowly, staggered to the mural in the back of the living room——

Then it disappeared.

……

The video ends.

Gong Zijun put away his mobile phone and walked quickly to the side of the mural.

The mural is completely covered by a sheet.There was a faint blood stain on one side of the sheet, and what appeared to be a blurred bloody handprint on the edge.

"Then I pulled it?" Gong Zijun tilted his head, and then tore off the bed sheet forcefully.

In the corner of the picture, Yuan Fei suddenly appeared in the crowd shouting, his head was down at his feet, his black mouth was also wide open, and he cried out twisted and painfully.

"No, didn't you say that ghosts have to be 'permitted' to come in? What is that black shadow? How could it have been among us from the beginning?" Zhang Yuanxi said, his eyes fixed on Fu Qitang, as if thinking of something without thinking Dare to be sure.

"If Sombra can kill people, it doesn't have to trick Yuan Fei into opening the window. So, either it is some kind of medium driven by ghosts, or there is more than one ghost in this dungeon." Gong Zijun said lightly.