Am I human? [Live]

"When did she die?" On the other side, Grandma Wu asked quietly.

Yun Chuan took out a cigarette and a lighter from his trouser pocket.

"About...about seven days."

Jin Zhiyi now has questions and answers, very honest.

"Oh, then today is the first seven..."

Opening the cigarette box, Yun Chuan made a gesture to pull out the cigarettes from the box.

"On the first seven days, the ghost who died in vain will come back to seek revenge on the person who killed her. It's only nine o'clock now, and when it's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the ghost will become stronger and stronger..."

As if frightened by Grandma Wu's words, Yun Chuan's finger that pulled out the cigarette suddenly shook, the cigarette was thrown from between his slender fingers, landed on the ground, turned around a few times, and by coincidence rolled towards the position of the statue.

"It's not me, it has nothing to do with us! Help me!"

"Yes, please help!"

Taking advantage of his companions begging Grandma Wu and no one noticed him, Yun Chuan walked a few steps naturally, bent down to pick up the cigarettes that fell on the ground.

Fingertips touched the cigarette on the ground and pushed it lightly.

Following the weak force, the cigarette rolled forward again.

From an outsider's point of view, he accidentally pushed the cigarette farther because he didn't hold it firmly.

"Don't worry..." Grandma Wu's cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, only her wrinkled hands were gently stroking the top of Jin Zhiyi's head over and over again.

Yun Chuan chased the cigarette, took another step, and got closer and closer to the statue, and finally bent down to pick up the cigarette when he was only half a meter away from the statue.

When he got up, his body shook slightly.

"You are Xiaobin's classmates, I will definitely help you."

Grandma Wu stood up and turned around just in time to meet Yun Chuan standing upright.

Her turbid eyes stared closely at Yun Chuan's back, and there seemed to be more white mucous membranes on the eyeballs, a thick layer stuck to the eyeballs, like sticky phlegm or other mucus, wrinkled and covered with layers of skin on the face, expression Instantly became hazy.

"Clap."

Yun Chuan casually turned around, lowered his head and held a cigarette in his mouth, pressed the lighter with one hand and protected the flame with the other, and lit the cigarette.

He took a deep breath of the cigarette, and the strong smell of tobacco spread into his throat instantly and was sucked into his lungs.

Yun Chuan has never smoked, and the old smoker's movements can be faked, but his body can't adapt to the smell, his throat is itchy, and the smoke rushes into his nasal cavity, making him want to cough and sneeze.

But how could an old smoker react so easily as a novice? Standing in this position is enough to attract suspicion, and making abnormal movements will only make people think that he is guilty.

unless……

Suppressing the discomfort, he took two steps forward, and then used his fingers to pinch the cigarette away, raising his head as if to swallow the clouds.

He raised his head and saw an old face in front of him, which was very close. The white mucous membranes of the eyes covered the eyeballs. At first glance, it seemed that there were no black eyes, only white eyes, just like Shura.

There is nothing more terrifying than suddenly seeing such a face in the dark.

"scare!"

Yun Chuan coughed violently, and the smoke that he couldn't exhale in time spread from his mouth, blurring his face.

He took a few steps back quickly, and when he saw that the owner of that terrifying face was Grandma Wu, he patted his chest and let out a sigh of relief.

"You almost scared me to death."

Unless he is frightened.

Grandma Wu stared at him blankly, her cloudy eyeballs rolled around.

"Yu Zifang, what are you doing?" Huang Gongliang asked when he saw him running to the statue alone.

"Ahem...the cigarette has dropped, pick it up." Yun Chuan Yangyang had a cigarette of Mars in his hand.

"Your addiction to cigarettes is too great. When is the time, you still smoke."

Yun Chuan waved his hand, choked to the point of being speechless.

In the dimly lit room, the only sound left was his coughing.

Grandma Wu examined him silently.

Yun Chuan caressed his chest, feeling that the blood in his body was churning inch by inch, and then freezing inch by inch, the chill became deeper and deeper, his body seemed to be frozen into ice, but his heart was beating extremely fast.

If it weren't for the coughing sound to cover up, in such an environment where everyone was inexplicably quiet, maybe his heartbeat that was about to jump out of his throat, as if he was being beaten hard, would be heard.

"Here, I only light incense to worship God." Grandma Wu said quietly.

"Pinch it soon!" Huang Gongliang winked at him, fearing that Grandma Wu would not help them.

"Okay, I'll pinch it now, sorry, sorry." Yun Chuan smiled apologetically, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.

Because of the stiff facial muscles, his smile is a little unnatural. Fortunately, he often adjusts his smile in front of the mirror so that the smiling face does not look like a crying face.

The hand holding the cigarette hangs by his side, and he tried a few times with his fingertips, but in the end he couldn't find a way, so he could only pinch the bright yellow point hard.

The pain of the burn relieved his extreme tension somewhat.

Grandma Wu stepped past him and picked up the box under the statue.

Yun Chuan's heart reached his throat again, but fortunately Grandma Wu found nothing abnormal, her eyesight may indeed be not very good.

After opening the box, she counted out seven rectangular talisman papers, folded them into triangles from the bottom up one by one, and handed them to seven people respectively.

The talisman papers are different from the ones that Yun Chuan usually sees in the real world. These seven talisman papers are bright red talismans with black lines drawn on them.

"Wearing the talisman, ghosts will not be able to get close to you, and you can spend the night safely. After tonight, the female ghost will reincarnate, and you don't have to worry about being scared anymore."

Under the dim red candlelight, Grandma Wu showed a kind smile. Her face was really not suitable for smiling. Against the background of the candlelight, she did not look kind but terrified.

Yun Chuan held the talisman paper and sniffed it under his nose.

There is a fishy smell, I don't know what it is made of.

But the talisman paper was slightly cool to the touch, and I felt refreshed when I held it in my hand, and my body became more active, which was quite miraculous, but the chill in my body became heavier.

At the same time, where the forehead was covered by the hair, the dark golden lines flickered slightly, and after stopping, the color became a bit deeper.

With the action of putting the talisman paper into his trouser pocket, a small puppet slipped from Yun Chuan's sleeve and fell into his trouser pocket.

After receiving the talisman paper, Yunchuan and the others thanked Grandma Wu, and at the invitation of Wang Bin, went to rest at his house next door.

"It's so easy, we just need to stay here until dawn?" Kong Yin asked naively.

"It's not that simple." Lin Yisen replied, checking the talisman paper over and over again.

"Is there something wrong with the talisman?"

"The special items obtained in the game can be taken out." The female anchor Han Jia who was sitting next to her explained in a low voice.

"So special items are difficult to obtain, but it is too easy for us to get the talisman paper this time, and everyone has a copy, which is not normal."

"Either that npc is a magic stick, the talisman paper is fake and has no effect, or... there is something wrong with the talisman paper."

Lin Yisen looked at the talisman paper and said.

However, he did not throw away the talisman paper, and put it back in his pocket.

Yunchuan next to them listened to their conversation calmly, and caught the word "npc" from it.

NPCs generally refer to non-player-controlled characters in the game. If this is the case, people like Huang Gongliang, Jin Zhiyi, Wang Bin, and Grandma Wu who obviously know more information than the anchors should be NPCs.

From this point of view, from the beginning of the game, there are explanations for the differences between the anchor and the non-anchor on the other side.

"Sit down as you please, and I'll pour tea." After Wang Bin finished speaking, he entered the kitchen alone.

Everyone sat down on the sofa.

Yun Chuan sat alone in a corner, with his back to everyone, pretending to look around the room, but secretly took out the puppet to check.

The puppet is very rough, and the facial features drawn with pens are a little skewed. The scarlet mouth smiles, and the thin pure black eyes are paired with something strange.

Holding the puppet with fingers, I felt some dents in the back.

Yun Chuan turned the puppet over.

There are three words engraved on the back, which should be a name, and red paint is filled in the middle of the notch.

"Wang Lingling"

is a girl's name.

Yun Chuan had to think more.

Combined with the fact that the death mission is always related to the female ghost, the puppet is placed on the altar to worship, and the girl's name is engraved on the back... Could this be the name of the female ghost?

After having this thought, Yun Chuan's scalp immediately became tense, and goosebumps rushed out of his body.

If the conjecture is true, then the puppet in his hand is equivalent to the spiritual seat of a female ghost, really... nozuonodie...

The puppet suddenly became a hot potato, and Yun Chuan didn't keep it, nor did he throw it away.

Only by cursing in my heart in the live broadcast room to ease my emotions and relieve my anger.

The audience doesn't want to watch the barrage, it's too bad.

Every time I watch the barrage, I happen to see how the audience bet on their own death.

Not to mention the talisman paper given by Grandma Wu, there must be something wrong with it. People have enshrined the "spiritual seat" of the female ghost. Who would believe that there is no relationship between the two.

The talisman paper was the same as a puppet, he dared not keep it and could not throw it away. Fortunately, the talisman paper still had some effect on him, but I don't know if other people felt the same way.

No, from what Lin Yisen said just now, he suspected that the talisman paper was a fake, which meant that he could not perceive the difference between the talisman paper and ordinary paper.

And I obviously feel that my body is more flexible after getting the talisman paper, which is very strange.

still have a question……

Is it really just a coincidence that Wang Bin brought them here to Grandma Wu?

Grandma Wu and Wang Bin are very close. They have been neighbors for many years and have a close relationship.Moreover, Wang Bin belongs to outside the small group and has not participated in that incident, but he did not ask more questions.

More importantly, Wang Bin and Wang Changling are both surnamed Wang.

Thoughts were spinning, and only a few seconds passed.

Yun Chuan put the puppet back into his trouser pocket in disgust. When he lowered his head, he accidentally found that the drawer of the small cabinet next to the sofa had been pulled open a finger-wide gap.

The drawer is not deep, and with the help of the light, you can barely see a notebook inside.

It seems to be pink.

Will Wang Bin use a notebook of this color?

Yun Chuan hesitated for a second, then decisively opened the drawer, and took out the pink notebook.

He knew it was wrong, just like taking away the puppet from Grandma Wu's statue.

But in the game, these are quests and clues.

It's more important to live than to be a good boy.

When playing RPG games, he didn't miss every house, went in and swept it clean.

The book is not signed, and it contains someone's diary in beautiful handwriting.