Oral period

"Are you ok?"

Xia Jingzhe looked at the "corpse" subconsciously kicked to the corner of the wall, still in shock, did not speak, his face was pale.

Fortunately, it's not a live-action role, otherwise ten people would not be enough to meet this kind of stressful violent players... Zhen Xiao was thinking aimlessly, while taking a step forward, blocking his terrified line of sight, I don't know if he wanted to protect Props still protect him.

To open the door and drop an unknown object is a bit exciting for people who are not afraid of ghosts, let alone Xia Jingzhe.

The two sides were silent for a moment, but he still covered the other person's ears while the background sound was playing, and with the idea of ​​"explain if you have anything to say", he took advantage of the situation and took the person into his arms.

Xia Jingzhe was stunned, the shrill cry was blocked by someone, but she could hear her own heartbeat clearly—a beat was wrong, and then suddenly became heavier, it seemed to be faster than the moment of "open the door to hell" .

Zhen Xiao was a bit taller than him, and in this posture, he lowered his head slightly, his vision was completely blocked by the other party, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

He closed his eyes, and the horrible picture that had been lingering in his imagination was suddenly blurred and replaced by a clearer idea - about the pleasant smell of laundry detergent on his sweetheart's collar, the hands behind him, and the distinct Adam's apple rolling gently , Rubbed over his ear, and lit an open flame, brightly dispelling the evil spirits and heresies.

Not an illusion, he thought.

There may be many coincidences in the world. Personality, hobbies, living habits, and even appearance may be similar to another soul, but he will not just perceive the same rapid heartbeat of the other soul—a soul who is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and is as calm as before. People, only when they hugged someone, they were out of shape, and even their breathing became a little bit heavier, like an ordinary boy who just fell in love...

He did not believe that there was more than one such exception, and that he happened to be one of them.

Just like Zhenxiao is so similar to his childhood playmate in his memory, so similar that he once loved the house and gave birth to an absurd sense of substitution, but in the end the memories dissipated, and it was the person in front of him who tempted him to relapse.

Whatever you pretend, you obviously like him.

Xia Jingzhe's mind flickered, and he suddenly didn't regret taking this commission so much.

With the promise of "Take you out in 10 minutes", even though the atmosphere is ambiguous, Zhen Xiao still has to be distracted to listen to the voice in the background - the second room does not seem so scary, it is the boudoir of the protagonist when he was a girl, hiding Many of the secrets of the past have only been dusty for a long time, and there is a deep backlog of resentment in them, which also carries a strange taste of calm.

The person in his arms was quiet, sticking to him obediently, his shoulders trembling faintly, reminding him of a night not long ago, when Xia Jingzhe was provoked and lost his mind, knelt in the depths of a silent alley, the same He lowered his head, his voice was trembling, and his voice was full of tears.

It was anger then, but now it is fear, the only thing that remains the same is that the usually cold and hard shell shattered and collapsed, revealing the hard-to-see inside, helpless and soft, relying on him unreservedly.

Zhen Xiao lowered his gaze, waited until the background sound ended and the room became quiet again, then put down his hands covering his ears, embraced his back, and patted him gently as if to comfort him: "Bite me if you are afraid."

Can't cry or make a fuss, from childhood to adulthood, this is the only behavior he has seen on Xia Jingzhe, which can be regarded as venting.

The other party shook his head.

"Let's go." A few seconds later, Xia Jingzhe let go of the hand that had been holding onto his shoulder, and said softly, "Two or ten minutes, if you can't get out, I will beat you."

Zhenxiao raised her eyebrows, wondering if she was a little used to him, how could a frightened person dare to threaten herself with vicious voices—seeing Xia Jingzhe's expression, but heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that mental threats are better than panic disturbed.

The next second, something cold climbed onto his fingertips, and he forgot to choke back.

"Why are you in a daze?" Xia Jingzhe grabbed his hand, seemed a little awkward, paused and explained in a low voice, "It's too dark, I'm afraid I'll trip over something."

Why is it still the same as when I was a child, getting started without saying a word...

Zhen Xiao was slightly stunned, this time she remembered the maintenance person: "Leading you is an extra service, not free."

"Got it, I can afford it."

"It's a diary again..." With one hand held by someone, Zhen Xiao could only put the lamp aside, flipping the pages of the book with difficulty, "I was bullied at the age of eight, and my parents didn't want to pursue it for fear of offending the powerful... 15 years old When I met my sweetheart, I was let down... Married as a woman with eighteen fingers, but I met someone who was not good... Died of dystocia at the age of 19... No wonder I became a wronged soul, I would not be reconciled if it was me--Password 08151819, behind your back , lose a bit."

Xia Jingzhe pursed her lips, remembering the cipher box that involved an unknown object not long ago, and shook her head.

Zhen Xiao had no choice but to do it himself, unraveling the code and taking out the first puzzle piece, thinking for a moment, and placed it in the second of the three grooves on the table.

The people behind were a little puzzled: "Why here?"

"I don't know, guess, I'll change it when I make a mistake," Zhen Xiao continued flipping through the diary, complaining blankly, "Is there nothing else besides the words? It's so simple."

"It's just an art festival program, it's pretty good to arrange it like this," Xia Jingzhe came up to watch with him, and muttered, "It's not all about you, you can know the answer at a glance..."

The decryption prompt in the second part is very straightforward. It is the record written by No.1, saying that the treasure is hidden under the bed, waiting for someone who is destined to find it. Generally speaking, the link design always has its intentions. Complicated decryption tests IQ. So simple and straightforward... probably a little bit of a test of the player's guts.

Zhen Xiao glanced at the bed lying in the corner, and could only vaguely see something inside through the curtain of the bed, and couldn't judge any connection with the "treasure" under the bed, so she shook Xia Jingzhe's hand: "I'll go and see look?"

It means to let him let go and wait where he is.

Xia Jingzhe frowned and looked at the place he was pointing at, reluctantly, and didn't dare to follow, he returned to the night when he went back to the dormitory with Zhenxiao for the first time, the light in the corridor was turned off, and he was scared to move by the other party's malicious joke He didn't move his legs, refused to let go and asked Zhenxiao to turn on the light - at that time, the other party teased him "hold you and turn it on", probably he didn't expect that the malicious ridicule would come true one day.

She didn't hug him at all, but just held hands from a distance, and asked him to walk a few steps closer and wait with her eyes closed, being a useless tool man.

There was silence everywhere, only the sound of Zhenxiao's footsteps and the sound of the lamp touching the ground—the hand holding him sank at an angle, as if the other party squatted down, checking under the bed according to the diary's prompt.

"There is nothing there," Zhen Xiao stood up again after a while, and reported calmly, "I guess this bed is her 'corpse' again, that treasure should be held by her, or beside her, there are wires under the bed , so this thing will jump up nine times out of ten, you'd better not open your eyes."

Xia Jingzhe nodded, feeling the tightness of the hand holding him, and interrupted his almost-formed brainstorming just in time.

In the next second, there was a sudden scream, mixed with the sound of something bouncing away, and then the lights flickered, and a pillowy voice came from next to my ear: "Okay."

"It scared me to death," the person said calmly. "She didn't seem to want to give it to me, so she opened the box with her hand."

The bed curtain has been properly tightened, Xia Jingzhe glanced instinctively, and saw that the thing lying inside seemed to sit up, gasped, and quickly looked away, with a trembling voice: "... How did you open it, didn’t you damage other people’s props?”

"No, it's just a mechanism lock - have you ever played Huarong Road, it's similar to that."

Xia Jingzhe nodded numbly, and no longer wanted to explore how he managed to unlock it calmly amidst the screams of the female ghost.

The acquisition of the third puzzle is still related to the diary. You need to roll the diary into a certain arc, go back to the first room according to the hand-drawn map displayed on the side page, and find the puzzle in the corresponding place.

This time it's not that difficult, the puzzle is pasted under the table, and you can find it by touching it—it's just that you will inevitably come across some other things during the touching process, Zhen Xiao hesitated for a moment, and chose not to tell Xia Jingzhe about it.

The only lag occurred when the third puzzle piece was put on, and the three puzzle pieces returned to their place, but the door did not open.

Zhen Xiao raised her eyebrows in surprise, said nothing, and switched the positions of the first and last puzzle pieces—the door opened in the next second, and Xia Jingzhe said in a daze, "How do you know..."

"There are clues, but there is no need to look for them, and there are only six permutations and combinations," Zhen Xiao explained calmly, "When doing the questions before, the first step is usually in the middle, I guess."

Xia Jingzhe didn't doubt that he was there, and glanced in the direction of the door, feeling lingering fear of the "corpse" that had fallen earlier, she held his hand and subconsciously tightened it.

It's a bit like a little girlfriend watching a horror movie with a partner. All the sense of security comes from the other person's body temperature.

Zhen Xiao sighed from the bottom of her heart, and suddenly felt a little regretful--I would have said it for an hour if I knew it.

However, the time limit of 10 minutes was approaching, and he was afraid of seeing the other party's disappointed expression, so he could only walk forward reluctantly, standing in front of Xia Jingzhe intentionally or unintentionally, and after looking around, he said: "It seems that she died of dystocia. The place."

Compared with the first two, the third room has nothing to decrypt.

The indistinct sound in the background, mixed with the cries of children, is a long memoir of a dying person. The woman tells her short and tragic life, as if mourning and weeping, from the misfortune of the family to the death of both mother and child - lamenting the fate It's unfair, and I also hate myself for being cowardly in life, for not being able to muster up the courage to fight from beginning to end, if there is an afterlife...

The wronged souls linger here, and they can rest in peace only when someone listens to a paragraph and solves the mystery of unjust death.

It wasn't until the last door—the back door of the classroom—suddenly opened that Xia Jingzhe realized that the only deciphering method didn't require any hands, but only required them to stand still, not move or speak, and wait for the recording to finish playing.

The moment the door opened, Zhen Xiao let go of the hand that was always holding him.

"Let's go," he turned his back to the bright sky, patted a sensitive person, and said softly, "Nineteen minutes, it's over."

The author says:

In fact, I want to convey something, but I am not very satisfied with the final writing. In short, I hope that everyone can become brave, to ghosts or to people...don't read too deeply!