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"This..." Li Pingyi stammered directly, his hands shaking while holding the paper.

On the drawing paper, Ding Bai's expression and appearance are shown exactly, even what he said just now is not bad.

The printer next to them was still spitting out papers, and the scenes were exactly the same as their current situation. The papers that flew out stirred the nerves of the people present.

Da da da da

The movement of the paintbrush on the drawing board was very clear in the room, and Ding Bai's right eyelid kept twitching when he heard it.He reached out and patted his eyelids three times and said: "I and they don't believe it, you can still spit out paper after you pull out the plug."

As he said that, he wanted to go forward and unplug the printer, but he was a little dumbfounded when he went up.This ghost printer is not plugged in at all!

"Fuck!" Ding Bai cursed a rare word, his right eyelid twitched even more.

"Come back first." Chen Zhifei stepped forward, grabbed Ding Bai's hand and brought him back, "Don't worry, these plots were originally set for us, so it doesn't matter if they have anything to do with us."

"But we must hurry up." Chen Zhifei's gaze jumped out from the glass wall, and the wind outside the glass wall became louder and louder. It seemed that the glass wall of this meeting room would collapse in a short time.

Da da da da

The paintbrush is still ringing, like a draftsman who keeps working hard.

"What should we do now?" Ding Bai asked, "If it really doesn't work, why don't we go out first?"

"Alright." Chen Zhifei said, compared to this kind of clueless environment, a safe place is naturally the best.

After discussing it, several people decided to go back downstairs first, or go upstairs.This floor, if possible, can be put aside first.

After the decision, several people were going to go out from this meeting room, and the moment they went out, they clearly felt that the wind outside was indeed getting stronger.

Li Pingyi walked in the front and forcefully opened the door leading to the stairwell. The moment the door opened, the astonishing draft appeared again, and the papers in the room flew everywhere in an instant, and the shelf next to it fell to the ground with a bang. , and almost hit Chen Zhifei and the others who were standing next to him.

"Let's go." Chen Zhifei yelled, his voice flying along the wind.

Li Pingyi took a step with his front foot, but he felt a huge gust of wind blowing behind him with his back foot, as if someone pushed him from behind, he slammed into the railing at the stairway.

Ding Baiyan quickly caught Li Pingyi with his hands, and the two of them slammed into the door panel, and then the door that was opened just now was closed with a bang.

When I tried to open it again, I couldn't open it at all.

"Oops! The door won't open!"

"Go back to the conference room!" Chen Zhifei yelled quickly, and several people ran towards the conference room after hearing the voice.In a blink of an eye, he saw those pieces of paper floating in the air flying towards several people.

Chen Zhifei slapped him sideways, and felt a pain on his face, as if bleeding.

The originally seemingly harmless piece of paper became extremely sharp after being accelerated by the wind. When it slashed across Chen Zhifei's face, it was like a sharp knife.

In the panic, several people huddled together and returned to the meeting room. The dancing brush was still drawing, and the paper spit out from the printer was filled with what they had experienced just now.

It seems that they will not be able to get out in a short time.

what to do?Several people thought of this question almost at the same time.

They thought they might be able to escape this catastrophe by avoiding it temporarily, but it looked like they still had to face this thing.

Ding Bai looked at the constantly moving paintbrush and really wanted to go up and fold it...

and many more!

If they can control this brush, does that mean they can stop all this?

Ding Bai's mind seemed to be clear for a moment. He thought about it. From the beginning to the present, they have never seen any ghosts or monsters when they entered this floor. The only thing that can be called weird is the paintbrush and the that printer.

If the pen can be stopped, does it mean that all this can be stopped? If you are lucky, it would be even better if the pen directly draws them to find the golden flower card!

Thinking of this trick, Ding Bai immediately told Chen Zhifei, but Chen Zhifei couldn't judge whether this idea was feasible.

"Whether he can do it or not, let's try first and then talk?" Ding Bai said.

After thinking about it, Chen Zhifei decided to give it a try.

Originally, Chen Zhifei wanted to do it by himself, but was stopped by Ding Bai, who rolled up his sleeves and said, "I want to see if this thing is so difficult to do, and I can feel more at ease with you watching. "

Chen Zhifei also felt that this was better, so he asked Ding Bai to grab the pen, and he stood by the side just in case.

Ding Bai took a deep breath, and stretched out his two hands to grab the pen. When he first touched the pen, Ding Bai's hand couldn't stop following the trend of the pen. As his strength increased, the pen The pen was held closer and closer by him, and the speed became slower and slower.

It seemed that Ding Bai didn't exert much strength, but in fact the veins in his hands were swollen.After a stalemate for a while, the tip of the pen gradually left the drawing board. Ding Bai sat down on the chair with all his strength, and he pulled out the pen.

With the detachment of the pen, the printer that kept spitting out paper also stopped moving.

"It's done!" Ding Bai was overjoyed, sitting on the stool and wiping the sweat off his head, "Would you like to try drawing a golden flower card directly?"

"Can it work?" Chen Zhifei was a little worried.

"Try and talk." Ding Bai stretched out his hand holding the pen. Although he is not very good at drawing, he can still draw a square card.

The nib of the pen slid on the drawing board, and a line appeared on the screen, Ding Bai felt that there was a joke in his heart.So I began to draw the appearance of the golden flower card according to the appearance in memory.

Of course, Ding Bai also felt that it might be unrealistic to directly draw a golden flower card and put it on the table, so when he drew it, he specially drew a hand to take the golden flower card out of the cabinet.

As Ding Bai's crappy drawing was gradually perfected, the printer started up again, and a piece of paper was spit out from it. On the picture with a strange style of painting, one hand took out the golden flower card they had been looking for for a long time from the cabinet next to it.

Chen Zhifei tried to find the golden flower card according to the content of the painting, and he found the long-awaited golden flower card in a cabinet.

When he was about to tell Ding Bai that it was okay, he found that the printer started to spit out paper crazily, and he felt something was wrong. When he turned around, he found that Ding Bai was swipe his fingers on the drawing board as if he was in a daze.

That speed is exactly the same as when the weird pen was drawing by itself!

"Ding Bai! Ding Bai!" Chen Zhifei ran over and saw that there was a lot of content on Ding Bai's screen. He didn't have time to take a closer look and wanted to drag Ding Bai away from his seat.However, at this time, Ding Bai sat firmly on the seat as if he had entered into a samadhi, the pen in his hand was still swiping non-stop.

And the printer was spitting out paper like crazy.

On the computer screen, in the black sky, Ding Bai stood on the edge of the top floor, as if he wanted to jump down.

Chen Zhifei's eyelids twitched, he reached out his hand to snatch the brush from Ding Bai's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, Ding Bai held the brush tightly.

Ding Bai, who was sitting on the seat, stared at the screen without saying a word, his face turned cold in a daze, and something fell out of his eye sockets.

With a bang, the screen in front of him shattered, his shoulders tightened, and Ding Bai woke up with a start.

Chen Zhifei tightly hugged his shoulders and dragged him up from the stool.

"Ding Bai? Ding Bai!" Chen Zhifei shook Ding Bai's shoulder, opening and closing his mouth and shouting, "Look at me!"

The pen in his hand fell to the ground, Ding Bai stared at the person in front of him and suddenly felt very sad, he tried hard to swallow his emotions and said: "I'm fine."

Only then did Chen Zhifei's tense nerves relax, he grabbed Ding Bai's hand and said, "We got the golden flower card, let's go out quickly, this glass wall is about to shatter."

At this time, many small cracks appeared on the wall of the glass-enclosed meeting room, and several people quickly prepared to escape.

Before walking out of the conference room, Ding Bai took a look at the printer that was still spitting out paper, and took away the paper that was full of pictures.

"Let's go!" Chen Zhifei opened the door of the stairwell, his hair was blown wildly by the strong wind, and they fled this place of right and wrong quickly.

The door was closed with a bang, and several people sat in the stairwell panting uncontrollably.

"Fuck..." Li Pingyi said after a while, "It's so fucking exciting."

It is indeed exciting, but every floor here, which floor is not exciting?

Glancing at the time, they realized that it was not long before five o'clock, so they decided to go back to the tenth floor to rest.

It's just that Chen Zhifei looked at Ding Bai and always felt that something was wrong with Ding Bai at this moment.

The stimulating incident that night made several people too tired to speak, Song Yue and Li Pingyi collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep directly.Ding Bai and Chen Zhifei were sitting on the sofa not far away, looking at each other silently.

As smart as Chen Zhifei, he vaguely guessed what Ding Bai might have seen just now.It's just that Ding Bai didn't say anything at this time, and Chen Zhifei didn't ask.

He can trust Ding Bai unconditionally.

"Go to sleep." Chen Zhifei said.

Ding Bai nodded, leaned on his shoulder and closed his eyes.

Those images reappeared in Ding Bai's mind without warning.

"Dealer Ding Bai. Congratulations on becoming the winner of this small ghost game. Next, you have two choices, continue to challenge the big ghost game..."

"Or follow me."

"you again.".

"Whatever I choose, the final result is not the same. You will either let me die, or make my life worse than death."

"But I am a person who likes to sing a different tune."

"I don't choose either."

"Ding Bai, I love you very much."

"Me too."

"Ding Bai, I miss you very much."

me too.

Chen Zhifei stared at Ding Bai's sleeping face, and saw the thick paper placed aside.He reached out and took the papers full of content, and there were scenes of familiar scenes.

The pictures hidden deep in these memories were all drawn by Ding Bai on paper.

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