Physical persuasion, scientific transcendence [unlimited]

After about a few minutes passed, everything upstairs suddenly stopped.

The group rental house fell into an extremely strange dead silence.

Wen Youning didn't even hear any movement around her.

Even last night, the snoring sound of the takeaway guy in the same room after he lay down had disappeared unconsciously.

It was as if, in the entire group rented house, only Wen Youning himself, a living person who could still breathe, was left.

The current atmosphere directly corresponds to the other name of "cage house", "coffin room".

Wen Youning thought happily in bitterness.

The silent night seemed extraordinarily long.

Wen Youning lay on the bed for an unknown amount of time before falling asleep again.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Youning was woken up by the footsteps of other tenants in the room.

He squinted his eyes, pulled open the bed curtain, and looked at the surrounding environment.

The other tenants in the same room didn't notice Wen Youning's actions, they just went about their own business, got dressed, ate a couple of casual bites, and hurried out the door.

Wen Youning watched these people leave in a hurry before getting up from the bed, planning to join the other three teammates.

The young man still covered his face with sunglasses, so that people could not see his eyes clearly.

He seemed to get up very early, and he even cooked a pot of porridge, and there was a plate of fried buns with soft skin and crispy bottom beside him.

On the other hand, Zhao Min, a big man, had a pair of dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to a panda, and he could tell at a glance that he must have not had a good rest.

When everyone arrived, Zhao Min immediately whispered, "What happened last night—"

Wen Youning nodded, "I heard it."

At this moment, Song Lingdi's loud and cursing voice suddenly came from the room in the direction of the restaurant.

"I just want you to chop up the placenta in your brain and stuff it into your mouth, fuck off bitch, Jingwei reclamation is not as much waste water as your brain!"

Wen Youning and the others were startled, and immediately walked over.

However, before they could knock on the door, the door of the restaurant was directly opened from the inside.

A woman with a haggard face and extremely revealing clothes was directly pushed and shoved by the furious Song Lingdi as if throwing trash, her chest trembled like silicone.

Wen Youning and the three of them subconsciously avoided seeing each other.

The haggard-faced woman clearly had no power to fight back in front of Song Lingdi, but her eyes looked at Wen Youning and the others in a dazed manner. She suddenly smiled strangely, turned her head and continued with Song Lingdi: "This is the three of you. Piantou, is it easy to live with someone, no wonder you—"

Wen Youning frowned directly.

The young man who reacted more than him, with a clear and melodious voice, asked the emaciated woman loudly, "What nonsense are you talking about! I am such a clean and self-sufficient man, and no one but my future partner should think about it casually." Touch me, you will be sued for slandering my innocence!"

Wen Youning frowned and swallowed the reprimand words that were on the verge of his mouth: "..."

The scantily clad woman was probably also shocked by these words, and was speechless for a while.

At the same time, the angry Song Lingdi took a step forward, dragged the scantily clad woman by the arm, dragged her to the door, opened the door, and pushed her into the corridor.

That woman probably didn't expect Song Lingdi to be so strong, she stretched out her hand to try to scratch and screamed in shock: "What are you doing?"

Song Lingdi kicked out without hitting anyone, but the woman outside took two steps back naturally in order to dodge.

Song Lingdi, who was holding the doorknob, retracted her feet and snorted coldly, and directly said a word to the woman outside: "Fuck you idiot!"

After the words fell, the girl closed the door with a "bang".

Wen Youning and the others looked at Song Lingdi who was out of breath, and asked cautiously, "Sister Song, what's the matter?"

Compared with Song Lingdi who was so lively early in the morning, the situation in their respective rooms can be called harmonious.

Although Song Lingdi was angry early in the morning, her mental state seemed to be fine.

She was so hot that beads of sweat appeared on her forehead just now, and while fanning herself with the palm of her hand, she said angrily and concisely: "The pimp introduced me to the butcher business, but I refused, and she scolded me. It's a sleazy thing and she's here to be prudish and pretend to be noble, and then I just dragged her out of the bed and beat her up."

While talking, the door of the group rented house was slapped hard by someone outside, "Open the door, it's all the same thing, what kind of prestige are you playing with me here! Are you sick!"

Song Lingdi couldn't help but rolled her eyes, "She really seems to be out of her mind."

The four Wen Youning in the room naturally all heard the knocking and shouting outside the door, but no one paid any attention.

The other people in the group rented room who hadn't left the house just now clearly saw the conflict between Song Lingdi and the scantily clad woman, but now they all acted as if they hadn't seen it.

The young man reached out to serve porridge and pan-fried buns, looked at Song Lingdi sympathetically, and comforted her, "Don't talk to her, let's eat first."

Wen Youning thought of another thing, and said softly: "Do you think we have an identity in the [cage house] scene?"

Zhao Min was startled, "Identity?"

Song Lingdi's face changed immediately.

Wen Youning continued to speak softly: "The few tenants we have come into contact with so far have their own identities."

Everyone seems to have their own story, and everyone is almost at the bottom of society.

Of course, then again, almost everyone who would choose to rent a group rental house must be short of cash and forced to survive, so they choose this kind of place with a bad environment but cheap rent for a while.

Wen Youning briefly summed it up: "The skinny middle-aged man who works hard on the construction site but still has to support his wife and children, the pale woman who is alone with a baby who is a few months old and unable to work, and the one who wants to save more money alone The delivery guy, the drunk who doesn’t know if he has a job or a source of income, and that emaciated woman who was in the flesh business just now.”

After finishing speaking, he pointed to himself, "We thought we were outsiders, but we have our own beds in this [cage house] scene, coupled with the attitude of that woman just now, it is not difficult to judge that we are actually It has an arranged 'identity'."

Zhao Min: "But now there are almost no clear clues."

Song Lingdi: "There must be clues, but we haven't found them yet."

As she said that, she couldn't help but look in the direction of the door panel.

The haggard woman in scantily clad clothes had just knocked on the door for a long time, and even kicked the door twice when she got angry, but because no one answered her and she was bored, there was no movement at the door at the moment.

Although Song Lingdi was so angry just now, thinking back now, the haggard woman who lived in the same room as her had a familiar tone when she first spoke, and she seemed to have known her for a long time.

If from the perspective of the other party, what the haggard woman says is a very normal conversation content in her cognition, then the "identity" that Song Lingdi obtained in this [cage house] scene is ready to come out.

Song Lingdi's face turned green and pale for a while.

What's more, the attitude of the drunkard last night, who tried to tease Song Lingdi when he saw Song Lingdi, has its roots: in his opinion, this kind of woman who deals in skin and flesh can pretend to be noble, so naturally he should let him It doesn't matter that harassment takes advantage of it.

Wen Youning also comforted: "Don't be angry, I will ruin this live broadcast scene later."

Before being pulled into this live broadcast room called [Thriller Live], Wen Youning and the others were going to have a meeting to study how to combat and deal with the virus app [Thriller Live].

But now that he was in it, Wen Youning had a different view.

——Since it is difficult to deal with [Thriller Live Broadcast] in the real world outside, then, can he break through from the inside, think about whether there is a way to directly destroy this scene, so that it can no longer appear in the live broadcast room.

Seeing Wen Youning's frowning slightly in thought, the young man couldn't help asking curiously, "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Youning told the truth: "I originally thought that if you report a group rental house, you can report to the police station, and if you have a fire safety hazard, you can call the fire department to report it. In addition to the matter of the emaciated woman just now, you can also contact the anti-pornography and anti-illegal office."

young people:"……"

After hearing this, Song Lingdi couldn't help laughing, then nodded viciously, took the pan-fried buns handed over by the young man, and took a bite out of her anger as if she had some deep hatred.

The original bad mood was mostly healed by Wen Youning's half-truth and half-fake jokes, as well as the fried buns with thin skin, big stuffing, and tender meat.Song Lingdi said vaguely while eating: "Thank you..."

The young man smiled and waved his hands, then handed Wen Youning buns one after another, "Come and taste my cooking."

Wen Youning: "Well, it's delicious."

Although he would rather eat outside with a few pan-fried buns than eat indoors here...

While eating, Zhao Min couldn't help but take a look at their young teammate, who had kept his face hidden until now.

He is dressed in simple and low-key luxury clothes, but he has amazing cooking skills that are completely inconsistent with his impression.

But Zhao Min thought about it again, and felt that many children from such rich families went abroad to study.

When living alone in a foreign country, either a steel glass stomach and a tongue that seems to have lost its sense of smell have evolved, and everything can be eaten normally;

Either master the cooking skills, buy vegetables and cook them yourself in order to eat delicious Chinese food, and when you come back from abroad, you will naturally have amazing cooking skills.

Wen Youning held a fried bun on his chopsticks, and said softly, "Look back and look for clues, and see if we can find the 'identities' of the three of us."

Everyone nodded.

After the unexpected twists and turns just now, the topic quickly returned to the movement heard last night.

Song Lingdi: "The haggard woman came back in the middle of the night yesterday. I heard the door opening, but I ignored her, and then there were screams from upstairs."

The young man was a little surprised: "Huh? I didn't hear the door opening on your side. I only heard the sound from upstairs. It should be on the floor next to our heads."

Wen Youning: "Just like before we entered the scene, the movement of each room seems to be isolated from each other."

Zhao Minhe looked over and discussed, "Go and have a look after dinner."

Wen Youning nodded, and asked again: "Has there been any changes in everyone's survival values?"

Several people each reported their current status.

Over the course of the night, everyone's hunger and spirit values ​​have decreased to varying degrees. However, with the breakfast just now, the hunger and spirit values ​​have been replenished to a certain extent.

Wen Youning guessed: "The decrease in mental value beyond 2 points per hour should be caused by the fear caused by the screams last night."

Zhao Min shook his head and said, "It's really hard to guard against."

But fortunately, it is only a few points down, which is still within a reasonable range.

Only Song Lingdi, because of carrying those "debris" with her all the time, her own mental value did not continue to decrease, and even rose a little bit, and it happened to be stuck at 50, which is a safe value and hallucinations above the critical value.

However, Song Lingdi stretched out her hand to signal that those strangely deformed black nails yesterday had returned to normal.

After breakfast, Wen Youning and the four of them thought together for a while, and felt that they could continue to search for clues at night, so they should hurry up and go upstairs to see the situation.

The four of them went out together and went straight upstairs.

Still in the corridor on the third floor, through the door, Wen Youning and the others could smell a strong smell of blood in the air.

The four of them immediately looked at each other, with stunned expressions on their faces.

The young man murmured: "I guess something happened upstairs, but I didn't expect that after daylight, there is no response here?"

Wen Youning went directly to knock on the door.

A panicked man inside asked tremblingly, "Who, who?"

Wen Youning and the others were a little surprised for a while.

This person's reaction obviously contained fear and anxiety, which seemed to be much more vivid than the numb reactions of the other tenants.

Wen Youning stopped knocking on the door and said, "You people downstairs."

The sound insulation effect of this kind of tube building is very poor. Through the door panel, Wen Youning and the others can still vaguely hear the anxious conversation of several people inside.

"It's the person downstairs, open the door?"

"Who knows if there are other ghosts!"

"In broad daylight, ghosts probably won't come to the door..."

Wen Youning blinked, turned around and mouthed to his teammates: "It sounds like a normal person..."

The tenants they met in the group rental house, the biggest common feature is that they will only follow their original appearance, with an obvious sense of stiffness, but the reaction of the few people inside is particularly frightened, but it seems to jump out of this General inertia.

Wen Youning said directly: "You guys made too much noise last night—"

Before his voice fell, the people inside were both terrified and excited: "He knows what happened last night! He heard it too!"

The next moment, the door of the room was opened from the inside. Apart from the thicker and more pungent smell of blood coming out of the room, there was also a faint stench of some fish in the process of rotting.

Following the smell of blood, Wen Youning looked up, and found a large piece of dried blood, which flowed out from a crack in the door of a bedroom.

And the person who just opened the door for them seemed to have been scared out of his wits.

The three of them were obviously still talking to each other just now, but they didn't form a group, but stood separately from each other on guard.

Moreover, on the back of one of them's hands, there were obviously traces like fish scales.

Wen Youning frowned directly.

After a brief moment of daze, he stared at the clothes of these three people who were clearly different from those of other group renters, and asked, "Where are you from?"

When the three of them heard this, they also looked at Wen Youning and the others in disbelief.

After all, Wen Youning and the four of them were dressed in attire, and they didn't look like people who would live in a group rental house.

After the three people on the third floor were stunned, the man with the fish scales on his body replied cautiously: "Fenghai City..."

Wen Youning's eyes darkened.

It turned out to be so!

In this live broadcast room called Cage House, the people who were pulled in were far more than the four of them...

The two sides looked at each other and stalemate for a while, Zhao Min asked directly: "What is your [live broadcast task]?"

The other two hesitated to speak, but the person who already had fish scales on his body couldn't wait to reply: "The live broadcast here will last for seven days!"

Wen Youning nodded slightly, and said softly: "It's the same mission, let's go in and talk?"

The person with fish scales stepped aside, and the other two did not stop him.

Wen Youning walked straight to the source of the blood, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

A corpse was lying on a bed, and the bed and the adjacent ground were covered in blood.

The corpse could not see its original appearance at all, as if it had been crushed into a thin sheet of paper, all the flesh and blood, brain and spinal fluid were squeezed out, mixed in red, white and white Together, it dripped all over the floor.

"Ouch!" Zhao Min couldn't help retching almost immediately, and turned his head to run to the toilet.

As a result, Wen Youning, who was standing at the door observing the death scene, suddenly turned around and grabbed him, shaking his head and reminding: "The toilet is a place where dangerous accidents frequently occur, even if you want to vomit, find another safe place."

Zhao Min: "Kitchen? Ugh! These renters don't have a reliable kitchen at all."

As for the trash can, it was full of rotten smell, and even various small black flying insects, which forced the eight-foot man to retch a few times in a row with teary eyes, and then held back abruptly, "Don't vomit. It's..."