After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

"No!" Qiao Zhihuan resolutely refused, "Then what about your junior C?"

A trace of doubt flashed across Ye Cike's brows, and he said calmly: "It's not yet decided who Chu C is, but Director Lei will definitely not let me C. Go out, maybe you can give it a try."

"No." Qiao Zhihuan resolutely said, "I'll find out if there is another way."

Ruan Sihuan leaned back against the door frame and said leisurely: "This room is obviously designed to eliminate people. If you come alone without a team, you will be eliminated for sure. Like me."

"So, saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, little fairy, take me with you."

He winked at Qiao Zhihuan.

Qiao Zhihuan ignored him and instead explored the room again.

There is a tall and stretching tree outside the room, and it has grown for an unknown number of years. Moss and vines have covered one of the walls, and it is almost integrated with the main building of the manor.

He opened the window and looked up, feeling that it would be more risky to climb up to the fourth floor along the canopy.

"You may be fine." Ye Cike understood his intentions. He walked to the window and pointed out the moss that had spread on the window sill to Qiao Zhihuan. It’s the height of a few floors, it’s no joke.”

The room was deadlocked.

"No, you haven't thought about it, is there anyone who doesn't want to go back at all?"

Little Fang opened his mouth and said, "I'd rather go to that grandma on the first floor to smoke bastards than go back and dance some Laoshizi dance!"

Wei Lingsu was a little puzzled: "Grandma?"

"Bah." Little Fang hastily changed his words, "Great-granddaughter."

"Anyway, don't discuss it, the throne belongs to me!"

As he said that, Little Fangs spread his long legs, sat on the throne in the posture of an uncle, and held up the air crown, crowning himself in a very dramatic way.

The pedals were sunken, and the wall behind it rumbled to the sides, revealing a set of external gangway.

The gangway meanders upwards, seemingly leading directly to the fourth floor.

Qiao Zhihuan wanted to say something else, but Little Fang looked up at him: "Don't be like this. I'm actually happy, I really don't want to dance. Dear family, please do your best and try to go back as soon as possible."

Qiao Zhihuan was speechless, so she patted him on the shoulder and walked over him to the gangway.

The external gangway is made of iron. It has rained recently, and the handrail feels cold and slippery to the touch.After climbing up to the fourth floor, Qiao Zhihuan looked around, looking for a place to wipe his hands, when a bottle of portable hand sanitizer suddenly appeared in front of him.

Ruan Sihuan handed over the hand sanitizer and smiled at him: "Just take it as a thank you gift for taking me into the team. Little Immortal Haiya."

Qiao Zhihuan paused for a moment to clean her hands.

This was his title when he first became famous.

In fact, the real "Mad Immortal" is completely different from the impromptu version on the first stage. In the original version, the dance of "Mad Immortal" is not a palace at all, but a sea cliff.

In the clear sea water, the crazy fairy in Hongyi and feather clothes jumped into the sea, all the fine vines on his clothes spread out like growing, and the sparkling waves wandered around his body. Just such a shot made him become the white man of countless people. moonlight.

Why did Ruan Sihuan suddenly mention this title?

Is it intentional?Or is it a coincidence?

Or, is it... he thinks too much?

Ruan Sihuan smiled, and just stood there looking at him.

"what happened?"

Ye Cike was the last to come up, and he felt that the atmosphere between the two was weird.

"It's nothing. Here, Teacher Ye washes his hands too." Qiao Zhihuan gave him the hand sanitizer, and opened the door without waiting for anyone.

Pushing the door was two men in bandages carrying a stretcher with the words "Please lie down" written on the stretcher.

Otherwise, the entire hallway was empty.

As the profiteer said, the students are really almost eliminated.Even if a few trainees win in the end and return to the recording base, most of them still stay in the manor, which doesn't make any sense.

Qiao Zhihuan took a step, and the bandage man immediately raised his hand to stop him.

The bandages on their bodies were tightly wrapped, and the movement of raising their hands to stop them seemed mechanical and weird, reminding him instantly of those bandaged monsters in horror games.

It was rare for Qiao Zhihuan to feel a little apprehensive, and Ruan Sihuan behind him suddenly said, "Hey, Assassin's Creed and the male nurse from Silent Hill have successfully met."

Qiao Zhihuan: "..."

He looked at the white robe on himself, and at the bandaged man in front of him, good guy, the atmosphere of terror was gone.

Qiao Zhihuan and the other two explained: "The man in the bandage didn't let us go by ourselves, and the instructions on the stretcher should tell us to lie on the stretcher and take them somewhere."

The Silent Hill male nurse actually nodded.

Qiao Zhihuan: "Me first."

"Don't." Ye Cike blocked his shoulder and glanced at Ruan Sihuan, "You go first."

"No problem." Ruan Sihuan was not afraid at all, and lay down directly.

The bandage man led him into the elevator, and after 5 minutes, a voice came from the top of the building: "Come up!"

The last one is on the roof.

"...Choose two people to sit on the bench, and take the final group photo according to the picture." After Qiao Zhihuan finished reading the instructions, her eyes fell on the bench in front of her.

The position of the bench is close to the roof terrace, the railing behind it is not high, and the program group is black or black, but such a dangerous place should not dare to set up traps to scare people. He volunteered: "Count me in the photo."

He and Ye Cike were sitting on the bench with a distance of half a meter, and both of them were a bit cautious.

Directly opposite, Ruan Sihuan raised his head from behind the Polaroid: "Do you two have nails on your body? Let's not talk about the 1:1 comparison picture, at least be more professional."

The people on the picture are arm in arm, one of them still rests his chin on the other's shoulder, and both of them are smiling at the camera.

Ruan Sihuan held up the picture in his hand to the two of them: "If you are willing to take pictures, you can replace them with me."

"shoot."

Ye Cike responded, and then moved towards the middle as if covering up, but happened to bump into Qiao Zhihuan, who was also adjusting, and their arms touched each other unintentionally, and then bounced away slightly.

Ruan Sihuan was speechless: "Take a picture and let the two of you make a mess like a new wife's bridal chamber. Is it okay?"

"It's your shoot, let's talk about it if you fail." Qiao Zhihuan moved towards the middle, as if to gag Ruan Sihuan's mouth.

The shoulders of the two touched slightly, and they sat very stiffly.

Actually, when reading the novel, Qiao Zhihuan guessed what Ye Cike was like.

Ye Cike was deep and reticent, with a cold temper. In his imagination, he was a boy with pale complexion and a cool body temperature.

But the moment the bodies touched, Ye Cike's shoulders were broad and strong, and he could faintly feel heat even through the heavy fabric, which was completely contrary to his guess and imagination.

"...This posture is too strange."

Qiao Zhihuan unconsciously wanted to distance herself, but the other party hurriedly explained: "I'm not talking about you. I'm talking about this posture, which is rarely done among boys."

With a click, a piece of photo paper popped out from the Polaroid, and Qiao Zhihuan immediately withdrew her arm and leaned over to look at the photo.

"It's not that fast, it takes a while to develop—huh?" Ruan Sihuan glanced at it unintentionally, and the photo has already been successfully revealed, and the people in the photo are not the two of them at all!

When Qiao Zhihuan saw the photo, he suddenly realized: "Ms. Ye is indeed right, this is indeed the pose of two little girls."

The photo is obviously a little old, and the camera is focused on the bench on the roof, but there are two little girls sitting on the bench, arm in arm, one of them resting his head lightly on the other's shoulder.

"...At that time, there were no big trees in the background." Ye Cike added.

In the photo, the terrace on the roof is empty, but now, the big tree leaning against the main building of the manor has grown like a canopy, and its branches and tree cover have already passed the railing.

Qiao Zhihuan walked to the side of the big tree, and found that the eliminated students sitting under the main building were fanning fans to enjoy the cool air. They saw Qiao Zhihuan from a distance, and they were still waving to him: "Come on, little god!"

"Win him!"

Qiao Zhihuan responded a few times, and her eyes fell on the roots of the big tree.

In order to stabilize the tree foundation, the root of the big tree is covered with anchor cement, and a small half of the faded iron sheet is exposed on the cement seal.

In an instant, "London Bridge is Falling Down", the carousel toy, the sacrifice of one person before moving forward, the stretcher being transported to the roof, the final group photo, and this small piece of iron sheet.

These isolated clues were quickly connected in Qiao Zhihuan's mind, confirming each other, and forming a complete picture.

"Oops." Qiao Zhihuan's face changed instantly, "The show crew doesn't want us to find someone at all!"

Ye Cike: "What?"

"There is no solution to this place, these clues are telling a story!"

A loud bang.

Following the sound, a few "ghosts" in blood clothes slammed into the entrance fence of the top floor. Fortunately, Ye Cike was careful at the time. As soon as the three of them entered the top of the building, they pulled up the iron fence at the entrance, barely able to withstand it. a while.

Qiao Zhihuan sighed and said, "They are catching up now, which confirms my speculation. The purpose of this manor expedition is not at all for us to win and go back early."

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, and he subconsciously made a move, and he grabbed a dead wood warlock stick!

The stick was thrown more than ten meters away by him, and when Qiao Zhihuan raised his head, it was Ruan Sihuan who made the move: "You really are from the ghost side!"

The iron fence on the roof was shaken by the "ghost", and Ruan Sihuan stepped back to the warlock's staff step by step: "I am a ghost, but I can get everyone back to the base."

He pressed the button on the side of the watch, and the blood-red 18 on the dial was like a will-o'-the-wisp, emitting a ghostly light in the dark night.

"He may be delaying time." Ye Cike said, he lowered his head slightly, and whispered in his ear that they could try to escape from the tree.

"Is it possible?" Qiao Zhihuan raised his eyes and asked him, "Didn't you say it's dangerous?"

The other party's tone was gentle but firm: "You should be able to."

"Don't rush in."

Ruan Sihuan guessed their intentions, and said loudly: "I answered the phone, and it was the 'internal response' of the ghosts in the manor. As long as I survive to the end and help the ghosts win, a wish will come true."

"You let me touch Ye Cike, and all the students will be eliminated. If I win, I will let everyone return to the base immediately. Huanhuan, listen to me, this is just a game, climbing trees is too risky, let alone this Big tree."

Qiao Zhihuan shook her head, and gradually retreated to the crown of the tree: "I can't trust you now."

With a loud noise, the iron fence at the entrance of the building was completely broken away, and "ghosts" swarmed in. Ruan Sihuan took the opportunity to pick up the magician's staff and rushed towards them. At this moment, Qiao Zhihuan lightened his body, and he He was picked up decisively by Ye Cike and placed on the huge tree crown.

As soon as his weight was put on him, the branches under his feet trembled like springs. Ye Cike didn't dare to let go, and grabbed his back tightly, trying to share the weight: "I'll block them for a while, you run away."

The ghost was only ten steps away. Ruan Sihuan stretched out his staff, and he could touch Ye Cike's back a few meters away. At the very moment, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly raised his head, stretched his arms, and hooked Ye Cike's neck.