When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

Time went back to just now, at the crossroads.

The staff called the above to ask for instructions, and got a reply soon.

The props in Yi Qi's hands are valid, and Li Guoqiang, who left temporarily in the middle of the game, will return to the game later.

Hearing the verdict, Liu Feibai couldn't help but burst out: "XX! It doesn't matter if this little boy can pass the test, but can that stupid big guy who disappeared halfway come back to the game?"

The staff told him with regret: "This is the decision of the two company bosses."

Hearing the two big bosses, Liu Feibai closed his mouth resentfully, and just viciously gouged Yi Qi with his eye knife.

He didn't even look at him after taking over Yi Qi, which made him even more angry.

Fortunately, the staff announced the location of the next mission in time.

Lujiang City Funeral Home.

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As the only funeral home in Lujiang City, Yi Qi is no stranger to it, after all, he has been here several times.

When he and the reluctant Liu Feibai came to the door of the funeral home, Li Guoqiang, who had left temporarily before, had already arrived here ahead of time.

Li Guoqiang still had a taciturn personality, ignored Liu Feibai's cynicism, and quietly returned to the team, as if he had never left.

He brushed past Yi Qi, and suddenly whispered: "I have handed over the headless corpse to other comrades, and the family members of the deceased have also learned the news."

"They wanted me to say thank you to you."

Yi Qi nodded slightly: "I see."

A rare smile appeared on Li Guoqiang's upright face, and he walked into the funeral home without saying a word.

The organizer temporarily recruited night shift staff who are more familiar with the funeral home to temporarily serve as commentators and lead the remaining participating guests to visit the facilities in the funeral home.

What surprised Yi Qi was that he saw a familiar figure among these commentators.

Lin Huamei winked at him and jumped excitedly among the crowd.

Seeing the interaction between the commentator and Yi Qi, Liu Feibai, who was already dissatisfied, snorted coldly, as if he wanted to use his nose to speak instead.

The task this time is relatively cumbersome and time-consuming. It is necessary to sleep peacefully in the funeral parlor first. It is not only a task to prove your courage, but also to let the guests who have exhausted a lot of energy rest by the way.

After a safe night, the contestants wake up the next day, and the real task begins.

"According to the organizer's regulations, the hosts will not broadcast live when they are resting, so there is no live camera set up by the organizer in this funeral home, and the public live broadcast room will also be temporarily broadcasted." The commentators walked in front, explaining this next rule.

"Of course, if the anchor is willing to give up his rest time, explore the funeral home by himself late at night, and use his personal live broadcast room to broadcast live, it is not within the restrictions of the organizer."

"And the three of you will rest separately tonight, and each will be with the corpse~~" the narrator threatened jokingly, leading the three of them to different morgues.

There is a morgue for each person, and a cold makeshift bed is placed next to them.

Liu Feibai didn't even bother to take a look at this little trick of practicing courage, but just asked the commentator: "What taboos do you have in this funeral home?"

There is nothing to be afraid of the corpse. Although there are rumors that the corpses of this funeral home will get up and wander around late at night, if the corpses are cheated every night, no one will be willing to work in this funeral home.

So Liu Feibai is more concerned about whether there are any things in this funeral home that the old employees are taboo, so that he can better avoid them at night.

The narrator who was questioned by him was slightly taken aback. After hesitating for a moment, he led several people to the entrance of the bathroom of the funeral parlor.

Like all public restrooms, a clean mirror hangs above the faucet at the entrance.

But the difference is that there is a small bronze mirror hanging above this mirror.

It was a brass mirror engraved with the pattern of yin and yang fish, and gossip was carved around it. The old brass mirror was no longer bright, and it was covered with a thick layer of dust, which could not reflect anything.

"Just this thing... it existed before we joined the job, and I don't know how long it's been hanging here."

The narrator frowned and said, "Although we are old employees, the older employees have warned us to be careful of all the mirrors in this funeral home."

"Don't stay in front of the mirror for too long, and don't look carefully at the environment in the mirror, and don't talk to yourself in the mirror... It seems that these are the taboos."

Speaking of this, the narrator scratched his head again, and added: "But I have worked here for a long time, and I have stayed in front of the mirror many times, but I have never encountered anything. These mirrors are not as good as those midnight legends."

"Anyway... Believe in something, don't believe in nothing!"

After saying this, the narrator said a few more words, and then led everyone away.

It's just that when leaving, Liu Feibai suddenly stopped for a short time, turned his head and looked at the mirror behind him suspiciously.

Just now...he seemed to see a black shadow slipping past the mirror?

He took a closer look, but found that he was still normal in the mirror, and nothing happened.

Liu Feibai glanced at the mirror suspiciously again, and finally followed the crowd to leave here.

A group of narrators who are familiar with the funeral home led the three contestants around a few more times. When the scheduled time was reached, all the narrators left, and the public broadcast room was closed, leaving the funeral home to the guests.

But before leaving, Lin Huamei, who was the narrator, hesitated for a moment, but deliberately left behind her colleagues.

After everyone left, she carefully took Yi Qi's arm, and whispered: "Brother Yi, you also know that this hotel is weird, it's definitely not as simple as ghost stories and legends."

"But I believe in your ability, and I definitely didn't take these things seriously. Everything else is fine, but..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's just that you should be careful about the rumors about the mirror."

"When I first joined the company, I heard that there was an old senior who had worked in this funeral home for more than 20 years. Some negligence."

"It is said that when he was on night shift, he drank alcohol in violation of the regulations and got himself half drunk. He heard someone calling him in a trance, so he came to the mirror in the bathroom in a daze."

"During the half-dream and half-awake time, the old man seemed to see someone smiling at him, so he also talked drunk, facing himself in the mirror, chatting to himself until midnight."

"Later, the old man vaguely felt that while the self in the mirror was talking, he stretched out his hand to pull him, trying to pull him into the mirror."

"The hands stretched out in the mirror were extremely cold. As soon as he touched the old senior, he couldn't help shivering, and half of the drunkenness in his body suddenly woke up. When he came back to his senses, he was horrified to find that he Half of his entire arm is already stretched into the mirror!"

"At that time, he was almost frightened and stupid. In panic, he pulled his arm with all his strength, and there were splashes of lens debris everywhere. One of his arms was bloody, and he was almost useless!"

"After the old man rescued his arm, he didn't dare to stay here any longer. He resigned the next day and never set foot in the funeral parlor again. And the broken mirror was replaced. "

"At that time, many colleagues didn't believe this rumor. They all thought that the old man was drinking too much and went crazy. He smashed the mirror with his fist alone, but he scared himself instead."

"I don't know if this rumor is true, but I think it's better to say it in advance, Brother Yi, you must be careful!"

Lin Huamei raised her head and exhorted very worriedly.

Yi Qi nodded with a smile, and patted this old friend on the shoulder, telling her not to worry.

Lin Huamei breathed a sigh of relief, waved at him, and turned to chase other colleagues.

Liu Feibai hid behind the crowd, his face was still cold on the surface, but secretly he pricked up his ears and overheard the conversation between Lin Huamei and Yi Qi.

'Are the mirrors in the funeral parlor really so evil? '

Thinking secretly in his heart, he raised his eyes and peeked at Yi Qi who was not far away from him.

After a while, Liu Feibai gritted his teeth secretly in his heart, and turned his head away unhappily.

After the commentators left, there were only three people left in the funeral home.

And these three people were still sleeping in different rooms, next to the cold mortuary cabinet, the atmosphere was quiet and scary for a while.

But after a long time, there was no sound, and the funeral home was still silent, and nothing terrible happened.

Maybe it'll be a peaceful night!

In the early hours of the morning, when the night is darkest.

Liu Feibai lay on the cold bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

After hesitating for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth, lifted the thick quilt from the bed, quietly slipped out of the room, and came to the mirror where he had stayed before.

The air conditioner in the funeral home was turned on very cold, Liu Feibai stood in front of the cold mirror in the bathroom, shivering a little.

He hesitated for a while, but in the end he still didn't turn on his personal live camera.

I don't know what's in the mirror. If I encounter some unresolved danger, I will easily make a fool of myself in the live broadcast.

The gossip brass mirror that I had seen before was still covered with thick dust, quietly hanging on the top of the mirror, giving Liu Feibai a faint sense of security.

The gossip bronze mirror can suppress ghosts and evil spirits. With this bronze mirror, ordinary ghosts dare not make trouble.

In the mirror that was as bright as new, his own mirror image was clearly visible without any abnormality.

Liu Feibai remembered the taboos that the narrator had instructed, and immediately turned his heart to the side, and said to himself in the mirror: "Hello!"

The person in the mirror looked at him with the same smile, with the same mouth opening and closing, exactly the same mouth shape.

He still wanted to continue talking, but a voice suddenly appeared in his mind, sternly stopping him: "Little brat, what are you doing?"

He paused, not daring to make any mistakes, and hastily greeted that voice respectfully: "Uncle Liu!"