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"How is it possible?! How could the newcomer appear first?!"

When he saw Fu Qitang's name appear, Zhang Yuanxi's face turned livid and he questioned loudly.

how so?Fu Qitang has no experience in dungeon clearance, but was arranged to be the first to face the ghost. If he died like this, how can he act as his substitute and bear 60% of the damage for himself?

Wouldn't he be wasting a rare item in vain!

Realizing that his calculation might be in vain, Zhang Yuanxi walked up and down the room anxiously.

Although Fu Qitang looked distressed, he was generally calm.

The rest of the people were a little confused for a moment. Is it Fu Qitang or Zhang Yuanxi who was named just now?Is the status of these two people reversed?

The bullet screen is also lively.

[11: Arrange newcomers on the first night, and deliver food to ghosts, this is]

[03: I always feel that this arrangement is not quite right, is something wrong with the train? ]

[09: There’s a lot of fuss upstairs, the newcomer just ran into a small probability event, I just don’t know if it’s unlucky or lucky... looking forward to the follow-up development hhh]

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In the room, Fu Qitang coughed in embarrassment, and said to Zhang Yuanxi, "Thank you for worrying about me, I will try my best to survive."

He touched the tip of his nose, a little uncomfortable, he really didn't know when he had such a good relationship with Zhang Yuanxi.

"What can you do?" Zhang Yuanxi asked eagerly.

"I can't help it." Fu Qitang said the truth, he is a newcomer, it is good to be able to keep calm in such a situation, where is the solution, "I can only see the tricks."

"What are you talking about? If you can't help it, you can find a way. Are you willing to die like this?!" Zhang Yuanxi said angrily.

Fu Qitang was taken aback.

Gong Zijun on the side also raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhang Yuanxi thoughtfully.

Ji Tao hurriedly said, "Yuanxi, calm down, Qitang is still a newcomer."

Only then did Zhang Yuanxi realize that he had lost his composure, and his face turned red, "I'm sorry, I'm too anxious, because I haven't encountered this kind of situation before... If you care about it, you will be chaotic, and if you care about it, you will be chaotic."

Inadvertently looking at Shanggong Zijun's scrutinizing eyes, Zhang Yuanxi inexplicably saw the scene of Xie Yiming's dying, his heart was shocked, his palms were full of cold sweat, so he had to look away calmly and sat back on the sofa again.

"But Yuan Xi is right. Logically speaking, under such circumstances, the train will not arrange the newcomer first." Ji Tao frowned, looking worried, "We know too little about ghosts. Gathered some intel the first night, but now..."

"I'll do my best." Fu Qitang said.

Although he looked calm, he was uncertain and a bit dazed. After all, if he wanted to spend the night alone in a room where he knew there was a ghost, it was impossible for anyone to feel at peace.

"By the way, you should have some life-saving props, why don't you lend some to Brother Fu, and he will return it after you get out of this dungeon?" Zhang Yuanxi suggested, "Yuan Fei, haven't you exchanged a lot of props?"

Yuan Fei's complexion suddenly turned ugly, "What do you mean?"

It's not a fool, who is willing to lend out life-saving props?

It's all mud bodhisattvas who can't protect themselves when crossing the river. What if the other party is alive or not?

"Aren't I worried about Brother Fu? You have a lot of props. It should be fine to borrow one from him."

Hearing what he said, Yuan Fei laughed angrily, "Who told you that I have too many props? There are too many life-saving things. And since you are worried, why don't you lend him yours?"

"I didn't!" Zhang Yuanxi said confidently.

"Okay, you both stop."

Seeing that Yuan Fei was about to speak, Nie Xiaolan interrupted impatiently. She took out a yellow talisman paper from her pocket and handed it to Fu Qitang: "This is a sensory talisman. If there is a ghost nearby, it will turn black." .It has no offensive power, but that's all I can give you."

Fu Qitang took it solemnly, and nodded to Nie Xiaolan: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, just treat it as my return of your favor."

The train asked Fu Qitang to go to room 202 immediately, and it had been delayed for a while, so Fu Qitang didn't dare to dawdle any longer, so he got up and went over.

"I'll see you off." Gong Zijun said, shaking the key card of Room 203 under Fu Qitang's moving eyes, "I'll live next door to you tonight."

Walking to the gate of 202, Fu Qitang took a deep breath, and was about to swipe his card to enter, but Gong Zijun reached out to stop him.

"Are you afraid?" Gong Zijun asked softly.

Fu Qitang admitted frankly: "Scared."

Facing the unknown for the first time, facing a supernatural and malicious existence, it is normal to be afraid, and there is no shame in it.

"But I want to live." He continued, "I got on this train out of nowhere, and went through these messy things for the fun of 'people'. I have to figure out what's going on. I'm not a soft persimmon."

Gong Zijun looked at him fixedly, and took out something after a while: "Take this."

It was a dagger only three inches long.

Fu Qitang looked down, but didn't pick it up, "You gave me a prop."

"Don't worry, I have a lot of props." Gong Zijun chuckled, there seemed to be a very light and very faint darkness in his eyes, but it was fleeting, "I didn't stay in the car for so long for nothing."

"There are too many things to save your life." Fu Qitang whispered what Yuan Fei said.

Who would think there are too many life-saving things?

Zhang Yuanxi's concern for him just now gave Fu Qitang a strange feeling, he didn't enjoy it, and even felt a little vigilant because of it.

However, Gong Zijun did it just right, naturally and considerately, in the same way of being courteous for nothing. Is it because he is more handsome?

Is he actually such a superficial person?

Fu Qitang secretly doubted.

"You want Nie Xiaolan's stuff, but you don't want mine?" Gong Zijun whispered, eyes slightly narrowed.

Seeing that Gong Zijun didn't look reluctant, it would be hypocritical to refuse. Learning to accept other people's kindness and help is also a homework.

Fu Qitang simply took it, looked at Gong Zijundao, "I owe you one more time, I will try my best to survive and pay it back to you."

Gong Zijun let out a "hmm", and took out the black notebook he was carrying with him and stuffed it into Fu Qitang's hand, "It's good to know, and also, let's take this and read it, it's just to pass the time."

Room 202 is at the end of the corridor.

201 on the opposite side lived in the Duojin family of three.

The hotel's sound insulation is not very good, when Fu Qitang opened the door, he vaguely heard Lu Yahui's voice, and seemed to be counting money again.

The room is very ordinary. The bathroom is on the left hand side as soon as you enter the door. Opposite is a standing mirror with a wooden floor-to-ceiling hanger next to it.

It was hard to imagine that five people died in this room of less than [-] square meters.

In the afternoon, Ji Tao found a photo of 202 before it was renovated, and handed it to Fu Qitang when they parted.

"The bed was replaced with a new one, and it was moved from the center of the room to the wall; the windows were completely sealed, and guardrails were added outside. Although it is impossible to jump off the building again, if there is a ghost, I can't escape by jumping out of the window. I can only fight to the death with ghosts here." Fu Qitang shrugged and said in a low voice.

Although both Song Yu and Gong Zijun said that the barrage can be ignored, as an artist, Fu Qitang still has a lot of experience in how to interact with the audience.

It's just that he is a newcomer after all, and the audience had no interest in him, and seeing that he was chosen by the train to be the first to face the ghost, most of them predicted his death sentence in their hearts.

Therefore, except for some people who wanted to stay and witness his death, most of the others turned to the perspective of other players.

But Fu Qitang didn't care. He interacted with the barrage just because of his work habits, and whether he responded or not didn't prevent him from continuing to do his own thing.

Facing the photo, marking the places where the five deceased died in his mind one by one, Fu Qitang checked the room again.

Lifting the hanging sheet, Fu Qitang found that the bed was empty, which was completely standard furniture for supernatural films.

Get into the bottom of the bed, dust blowing in the face.

Waving his hand to disperse the floating ash in front of his eyes, Fu Qitang held the flashlight in one hand, looked around, and tentatively groped with the other hand.

Nothing at all.

It appears to have been completely remodeled.

Fu Qitang was thinking, and when he was slowly retreating, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the carpet at the foot of the bed on the inner side slightly lifted, as if something was still under it.

"Did no one find out during the inspection in the afternoon? Or is this change 'reserved' for me?" Fu Qitang raised his eyebrows slightly.

After thinking about it, he decided to take it out and have a look.

It is a dark brown wooden bead.

It seems to have fallen from a certain bracelet into the gap at the foot of the bed. Although a layer of fine dust has accumulated between the grains of the beads, they still reveal a subtle luster when viewed against the light.

Fu Qitang didn't play with bracelets, but he felt that the texture of this bead should be very good.

-Barrage-

[26: This bead looks of extraordinary quality, it should be a prop]

[50: Did you buy newcomer shares upstairs?Can this blow too?If it's really an item system, why didn't it prompt?Eighty percent are useless rags]

[33: I guess it was thrown by the Feng Shui master who died before. It is not a plot prop but it should have some effect?It's not bad for a newcomer to find this]

[07: What's the use of it, the Fengshui master himself is dead]

Fu Qitang thought so, but with the mentality that it would be useful, he still put the beads in his pocket and continued to check the next place.

Definitely won't be able to sleep tonight.Fu Qitang simply tore off the bed sheet and quilt cover, covered all the mirrors in the room including the TV, and then unplugged the power.

He didn't want to wait for the TV to suddenly turn on by itself, and the ghost crawled out of it.

After clapping his hands, Fu Qitang's eyes fell on a white alarm clock next to the TV cabinet.

During the inspection just now, he discovered that there is no wall clock in this room, and the only thing that can tell the time is this small alarm clock.

"There's always a problem."

As a classic prop in supernatural films, an alarm that sounds quickly at every critical moment is simply a nightmare for the audience.

Fu Qitang thought for a while, and simply pulled out the battery from the alarm clock. Anyway, he could judge the time by the weather, and Gong Zijun also said just now that he would come to him as soon as the time came tomorrow morning.

After going to the toilet ahead of time, Fu Qitang thought twice and decided to stick the talisman paper Nie Xiaolan gave him on the door panel of the bathroom.

In this room, he can see everywhere at a glance, only the bathroom is an independent space, which becomes a blind spot in his sight and requires extra attention.

After pasting the talisman paper, Fu Qitang turned and walked towards the house, but suddenly there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Qitang, it's me, open the door. There is still something I haven't given you."

Gong Zijun's voice came from the door.

Gong Zijun is indeed the most popular player among the players. As soon as he appeared on the stage, the barrage immediately became active.

[35: Crazy Wolf is in love, right?Give away two props?When did props become so worthless? ]

[01: Props have a price, true love is priceless! ]

[57: Throwing up, forced emotions into the plot, am I here to watch an idol drama, speechless]

Fu Qitang smiled slightly, noncommittal to the barrage.

Gong Zijun outside knocked on the door again: "Qitang, it's me."

Fu Qitang went to the door and held the doorknob, the cold touch made him pause.

Wait, outside this door...is it really Gongzi County?

"Qitang, are you asleep? I remembered that there is something I haven't given you yet, please open the door to pick it up."

"Cough," Fu Qitang coughed lightly, and deliberately took two steps back to make his voice sound farther away, "Didn't you go back to the apartment, and why did you come here again?"

"I've been next door all the time." Gong Zijun was puzzled, "Are you scared stupid? Open the door, are you tired of talking through the door?"

It seems that he thinks too much.

Fu Qitang heaved a sigh of relief and started walking again, but there was still a trace of doubt deep in his heart.

"It's the first time you face this kind of situation, no matter how prepared you are, it just so happens that I still have..."

"Gong Zijun," Fu Qitang suddenly interrupted hearing the voice outside the door full of concern, "Have you had supper yet?"

"what?"

"I want to eat late at night. It's best to have the dessert we had at noon. What's it called? Why can't I remember it for a while."

"What are you talking about? What kind of supper?"

"It's the dessert at noon, what's it called?"

"Is it time for supper now? I'll bring you something. Open the door quickly."

"What's the name of that restaurant?"

The voice outside the door paused for a moment, "...I forgot, I didn't pay attention to it at the time. Why are you in a hurry, open the door first and let me in, and speak slowly if you have anything to say."

"Did you forget?" Fu Qitang's heart slowly cooled down, he clenched the dagger in his hand, and retreated slowly into the depths of the room, but his tone was still the same as before: "The little brother who sold the package ticket, why don't you?" Remember? We didn’t buy it, he was not happy, if you didn’t drive him away, he would still want to buy and sell by force.”

"Why are you talking about this? You open the door first." The voice outside the door became impatient, and continued to slam on the door: "The corridor is too dangerous, let me in."

Fu Qitang retreated into the room, until his legs hit the TV cabinet and he felt a dull pain. Then he realized that the palm of his hand holding the dagger was already covered with cold sweat.

"Is it dangerous in the corridor? But why do I think it's more dangerous to let you in?" He whispered.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and then there were more violent and violent knocks and impacts on the door.

For a moment, the thin door panel seemed to be crumbling unbearably, and it might be torn apart in the next second at any time.

"Fu Qitang, open the door!" The voice was no longer like Gong Zijun, but full of coldness and resentment, and there was a sharp and piercing feeling like long fingernails scratching the glass, which made the scalp numb.

"You can't run away! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to break your limbs, I'm going to eat your flesh bit by bit, and finally I'm going to bite your throat, I'm going to kill you!!"

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