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If possible, Chu Rui wanted to throw away the doll in her hand immediately.

The unrecognizable brown curly-haired doll has almost no white spots, and the whole body is a dull rusty red. The place where Chu Rui is holding the doll is the arm, and the doll's arm is also red. Chu Rui even gave birth to a kind of fingertips of her own. It will also be stained with this red illusion.

"Give it to me, I'll get it!" Shang Zhongli stretched out his hand, rolling his Adam's apple a few times uncomfortably.

Chu Rui shook her head and refused: "I'll do it myself." He's not that fragile yet!

Shang Zhongli had no choice but to listen to Chu Rui.

They went up to the eleventh floor, and there was nothing unusual. Just as Shang Zhongli was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Chu Rui pointed to the inside of the corridor: "There is a closed door." Shang Zhongli was on guard for a moment.

"Want to take a look?" Shang Zhongli asked.

Chu Rui nodded.

The two walked to the closed door of 1102: "How do we get in?" Shang Zhongli tugged on the door, but the lock didn't budge.

Chu Rui listened carefully. This is his ability, keen hearing, which he has gradually adapted to.

"there's noise!"

Chu Rui heard the girl's cry, the sound of chopping vegetables, and the sound of the TV, just like the sounds that a normal family would make.

There was a sound from inside the door, but no light came through the crack of the door, the world was completely dark, and Chu Rui trembled with fear.

Shang Zhongli silently pointed to the gray window next to it, which seemed to be covered with a layer of oil-proof stickers from the inside.

Shang Zhongli tried to push the window, but the first time he failed to push it open, the second time he exerted force with his palm, and with a "click", the window opened.

"Fuck-"

The window was opened, Chu Rui and Shang Zhongli looked at each other, Shang Zhongli jumped up to the window nimbly, then squatted at the window and stretched out his hand to pull Chu Rui up.

The room was also pitch black. After entering, the noise Chu Rui heard at the door just stopped abruptly, as if it had never appeared before.

Shang Zhongli didn't say anything joking, his expression was extremely serious.

There was no one in the room, Chu Rui hadn't let go of Shang Zhongli's hand since the moment he opened the window, he pinched Shang Zhongli's fingers with his backhand, the rough fingertips could give him a sense of security.

"Don't be afraid, let's go out first."

The dark room was gloomy and cold, which made their backs feel cold, especially when everything was an unclear outline, but the appearance of the doll in their hands was very clear, and the sense of fear deepened.

Opening the door, they went back out into the hallway.

Nothing strange happened, and the tawny curly-haired doll remained the same as before.

"Go up, there are still two floors left."

"Yeah." Chu Rui responded softly.

They came to the twelfth floor, and the two doors on the twelfth floor were closed.

Chu Rui hesitated.

Shang Zhongli saw his hesitation: "Should we go directly to the thirteenth floor?"

Chu Rui was hesitant. The moment he heard the voice at the door of 1102, he felt very frightened.If he endured such fear a few more times, it would be difficult for him to maintain his current superficial calmness.

After hesitating again and again, he nodded slowly.

They ended up on the thirteenth floor, the highest floor of the house.At the end of the corridor, the window was open, and the wind blew in through the window, faintly, engulfing the raindrops.

The doors were closed again.

"Xu Yao may be in these four closed rooms." Shang Zhongli said.

"Go and see first!"

They approached 1301, but there was no sound from the door.

"Nothing." Chu Rui said puzzled.

There were no windows next to them, so they had to turn out the windows on the side of the aisle and then turn in through the windows on the outer wall to get in.

Both of them thought of this way.

Chu Rui frowned: "It's too dangerous!"

"It's okay, I'll go!" Shang Zhongli squeezed Chu Rui's hand, Chu Rui's fingertips were very cold, and there was no way to warm it up, "Don't worry, I'm a professional, nothing will happen!"

The worry on Chu Rui's eyebrows did not dissipate because of Shang Zhongli's words of relief.

"Really, I really can!" Shang Zhongli was afraid that Chu Rui would not feel relieved, so he repeated it again. He simply walked to the window, stepped on the window sill with one foot, and grabbed the edge of the window with his hand to turn out.

Chu Rui was upset, he didn't know why, he felt unusual, ever since he saw those dolls, he had been haunted by indescribable thoughts.

baby.

baby……

!

Chu Rui looked down, and the brown doll she had been clutching in her hand was gone!

Chu Rui stood at the window and looked out. Shang Zhongli had already turned over, and was standing on the pipe outside, ready to turn into 1301.In order not to disturb Shang Zhongli, Chu Rui did not spread the word, but looked around to see if there was any trace of the brown doll.

He stuck his head out of the window, the rain hit his face, his hair and eyelashes were wet, and his hair was scattered behind his head.

The same was true for Shang Zhongli, he was drenched and his clothes were thinly attached to his body.

Being hit by the rain, Chu Rui suddenly felt his scalp numb. He lowered his head subconsciously and saw the red doll with brown curly hair lying on his back at the window on the 12th floor below, looking at him.

……

Suddenly regaining consciousness, Chu Rui shivered and retracted her protruding head, and hurriedly wiped away the water stains on her face with the palm of her hand.

He was the only one in the empty corridor, he was startled, and when he poked his head out again, Shang Zhongli, who was climbing outside the wall, disappeared at some point.

"Shang Zhongli? Shang Zhongli?" Chu Rui called out twice tentatively. He didn't dare to look downstairs, or even think about it.

Not getting an echo, he wiped the rain from his face and paced back and forth in the corridor, his steps were chaotic and without rhythm.

He walked to the door of 1301: "Shang Zhongli? Shang Zhongli, did you go in?"

Still no reply.

Heart sank to the bottom, Chu Rui swallowed.

There seemed to be something at the other end of the corridor, and Chu Rui saw something white and flickering from the corner of his eye, but he deliberately ignored it, and didn't glance over there.

But that thing was approaching Chu Rui step by step.

Pushing open the unlocked window, Shang Zhongli landed on the floor of the house lightly and nimbly.

Rainwater was all over his body, and the water droplets "blah blah blah" fell all over the room with a sound.

The silence in the room was broken.

I have to hurry to open the door for Chu Rui, Shang Zhongli thought to himself.

He walked towards the door quickly, the door opened, and the scene outside the door surprised him.

In the dark room, a red candle flickered on the mahogany table in the center of the hall.

There were dozens of people standing beside the wooden table, their expressions were serious, and when they heard the sound of the door opening, they all turned around, staring at Shang Zhongli with sharp and sinister eyes.

"..." Shang Zhongli was inexplicably sad and resentful, he forgot what he was doing, forgot what he was going to do, and stood there in a daze.

"Here we come..." The old man in the middle made an old voice and waved to him, "Come and pay respects to Daoist Fu Lun."

Losing feeling in both legs, Shang Zhongli only felt that he was getting closer and closer to the wooden desk in the middle, and when he walked in, he saw a yellow futon in front of the desk.

"I know that you are not happy, but time is fate. All disasters, those who are capable will live in them. It is said that our generation is old and incompetent. Therefore, if you have a big responsibility, you must restrain yourself and serve the public."

No one knew where the voice came from, Shang Zhongli fixed his eyes, and on the wooden table, behind the flame of the red candle, there was a blue flame like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The sound seemed to come from there.

Shang Zhongli felt a heavy hammering in his heart. He wanted to lift the wooden case, tear the futon into pieces, shake off the people in front of him, and escape far away, but his legs seemed to be bound by heavy weights. The shackles, the knees themselves knelt down towards the futon.

Can't worship!

Do not pray!

Ignoring the cry in his heart, Shang Zhongli knelt down and kowtowed to the wooden table.

"Okay, okay!" The white-haired old man next to him patted Shang Zhongli's shoulder gratifyingly, "From today onwards, Li Listan, a descendant of Zhongzi, will take over the burden of breaking the illusion."

What?What is he saying?

As soon as the picture changed, Shang Zhongli was standing among the flowers and trees, with an old man and a young man talking in front of him, the older man was near his twilight years, and the younger man was about 30 years old.

He took a few steps forward and could barely hear the other party's conversation.

"How many people have been turned into the Red Gate in the past dynasties? Who didn't go and never return? Why did they have to enter that fire pit when they knew it was a dead end?"

"This is the mission of our Red Gate!"

"What kind of shit mission, you have to believe in it, I don't believe it! Why do I have to enter that dreamland? At worst, I don't want to be a member of the Hongmen. I will leave tomorrow, and I will leave with Zhong Li!" The young man said anxiously. .

"You can go, Zhong Li must stay!"

The two spoke fiercely, and there seemed to be sparks in the confrontation.

Suddenly, the two figures noticed something, they turned their heads and looked at themselves.

Shang Zhongli shuddered all over, he couldn't see the appearance of those two people clearly, but he could feel the strong air pressure on them.

The young man spoke: "Zhong Li, you choose yourself, do you want to stay or go with Dad?"

dad?

Shang Zhongli frowned, his eyes gradually lost, he heard his own voice.

"I want to stay."

The young man sighed deeply, then stepped on the thorns and flowers and left, leaving him with a determined back.

Shang Zhongli panicked, he started to chase after a few steps, he couldn't move anymore, he looked down, it turned out that thorns had entangled his legs.

In an instant, there were many chaotic voices around him, and the voices of Na surrounded him, surrounding him.

"What is there to be reluctant to betray the Red Gate?"

"Your father is really cruel. He was the one who wanted to enter the Red Gate, but now you have to replace your father to enter the illusion."

"Tsk tsk, I'm only 20 years old."

"Those who entered the illusion in the past were all in their 30s, and Shang Li ran away. Based on this calculation, when Li Wawa was 24 years old, he had to enter the illusion to fill his seat. He was only 24, so young... Guess he can be in that horrible place?" How long will you live in the illusion?"

"How long you can live is destiny..."

who?Who is speaking?

Shang Zhongli struggled desperately but couldn't break free.

He remembered that these words were the nightmares that accompanied him all night, and they were the insinuations and ridicules of those Hongmen people who boasted of their seniority.

Why do you have to die?

Yes, why does he have to listen to these people?

[The author has something to say]: I was so sleepy last night that my eyelids were fighting so much (?), I added a long chapter