After the divorce, the whole world is waiting for us to get back together

In the elevator, everyone is still discussing with each other, and the PD camera is still facing everyone.

And in a place where no one could see, Meng Zhijin held Cheng Xi's hand, calmly but blatantly.

What would it be like to interlock fingers with someone you once loved again after many years?

Maybe it was really in response to Xiao Wu's sentence "only when you have too much obsession will you dream", Cheng Xi has dreamed of Meng Zhijin more than once.

The memory that was closed during the day unsettledly recalled in the dream that they had sat together and interlocked their fingers.

It's just an illusory dream but still not worth half of reality.

The electric current flicked across Cheng Xi's fingertips, causing a shudder that aroused the nerves and rushed straight to her head.

The familiar feeling that should no longer be remembered is surging, and it is born in action and linked to the past story.

Cheng Xi remembers that Meng Zhijin once said to herself, "Don't let go of my hand".

however.

She finally let go of her hand.

"..."

The memory is out of date, Cheng Xi's mood at the moment is a little hard to describe.

It's just that Meng Zhijin held her hand, and she didn't choose to avoid it.

Soon the elevator went down to the first floor.

The elevator door opened slowly, and it turned out to be the escape room that Xu Changyan mentioned.

It's just that there was no service staff to welcome the guests, and the director didn't appear. Several people looked around in a daze.

Suddenly, a few men in black jumped out of nowhere and blindfolded them unexpectedly.

The dim environment was completely dark, and the chaos of being attacked just now lingered around.

Cheng Xi could hear Yu Tong and the others' flustered voices and subconsciously shook hands.

Perhaps it was to reflect the current scene. The air conditioners in the front and rear areas were turned on extraordinarily high.

The cold wind blowing on the back of Cheng Xi's hand made the overlapping palms of her and Meng Zhijin extraordinarily warm.

Meng Zhijin is still there.

Cheng Xi was inexplicably relieved.

The sound of electric current mixed with the sound of wind came out from the top of several people's heads, and a gloomy female voice rang out sharply: "Welcome all sacrifices to Weird Town, please do your best to escape from this town!"

Speaking of this, the female voice laughed, mixed with her saliva eager to swallow the sacrifice.

It was at this moment that Cheng Xi suddenly felt his arm being held.

It is false to say that he knew all this, it was just a part of the escape room, but the unknown horror still spread with the blindfolded eyes and the woman's voice.

The tense nerves made Cheng Xi subconsciously want to counter this person, but fortunately, a soft reminder came from her ear in time: "Teacher Cheng, Teacher Meng."

Knowing that this is probably a staff member of the program team, not a plot npc.Cheng Xi felt at ease walking under the leadership of the man.

Just walking in the darkness where the sight is completely stripped, it is inevitable that people are a little uncomfortable.

After the loss of vision, the human body chooses to be replaced by other perceptions, and becomes sharper.

Thus, Cheng Xi could clearly feel the feeling of Meng Zhijin holding her hand.

Quietly and tightly.

Even if she is as strong as Meng Zhijin, she still has her weaknesses.

And at this moment, she puts her weakness in the palm of her own hand, making herself her only comfort.

Cheng Xi couldn't say what she felt in her heart, but she was a little lucky.

Fortunately, the person who came to this show with Meng Zhijin was me.

Fortunately, I am one of the few people who knows Meng Zhijin's weakness.

I don't know how far I walked, the music I heard at the door gradually disappeared, and the surrounding quietness was a bit disturbing.

And not long after that, another music box-like music sounded from the surroundings.

Cheng Xi listened and hummed softly along with the music: "It's the Nutcracker."

As if she felt that walking along this road was a little quiet and too much to think about, Cheng Xi wanted to distract Meng Zhijin a bit, and asked, "Does Teacher Meng know about the Nutcracker?"

"Yeah." Meng Zhijin nodded, "It's a classic ballet."

"The little girl got a nutcracker at Christmas. At night, she dreamed that the nutcracker became a prince and a soldier, and defeated the mouse that became a soldier. The prince then took her to his kingdom, and the plum fairy welcomed her. Everyone Let's sing and dance together. It's like a fairy tale."

Meng Zhijin paused while speaking.

The tune-changed music around her began to feel distorted. She listened and said, "But this place doesn't want to turn this fairy tale into a fairy tale. The tune has changed, and some parts are missing a beat."

"Teacher Meng's pitch is good." Listening to Meng Zhijin's introduction, Cheng Xi clasped her fingers lightly to express her approval, and analyzed while walking, "Isn't it very popular recently? Maybe the next secret room will follow Little girls, or ballet."

Speaking of this, Cheng Xi looked in the direction of the person holding her arm, and smiled slightly: "Brother, am I right?"

If the surrounding music environment is a superficial horror that is known, then the blindfolded smile that Cheng Xi saw at this moment is really scary.

Who would laugh in such an unknown and terrifying environment!

Rolling down his throat, the little brother stopped.

He let go of the hand guiding Cheng Xi forward, calmed down a bit, and then informed the two of them calmly: "We have reached the correct position, please take off the blindfold yourself after hearing the beep."

Rarely, Cheng Xi acted as a good baby in front of the rules once.

But she didn't just want to obey the rules, she shook Meng Zhijin's hand and asked, "How does Teacher Meng feel?"

"I'm fine." Meng Zhijin replied.

The voice was as calm as ever, and it didn't sound claustrophobic.

It's just that there is a little sweat on the palm of my hand, I don't know if it's because I've held it for a long time, or what reason.

"drop--"

The notification sound that the staff said rang from the room, and Cheng Xi raised her hand and took off the black cloth strip in front of her eyes.

Then I heard a particularly loud voice from the next door: "Damn—"

It sounded like Gao Mingtai's voice from Sun Ran's group.

Cheng Xi wasn't frightened by the terrifying atmosphere along the way, but was frightened by Gao Mingtai's shout.

Although she didn't know what they went through, she still sympathized with Gao Mingtai in her heart for a second, and then began to look around.

Cheng Xi originally thought that the escape room by the program group would not be too scary, the most important thing is to show the audience their sweet interaction.

But I didn't expect the program group to play for real, the whole room was filled with a bloody smell, and lying in front of the mirror wall in the distance was the corpse of a man who had to type codes on TV.

The entire space is completely the structure of a classic escape room. There was no script communication with them in advance, nor did the accompanying pd.

Cheng Xi felt that the bloody room looked familiar, so she let go of Meng Zhijin's hand and walked towards the leg presser piled with blood-stained clothes.

The fluffy gauze is overlapped, and the flat-toed ballet shoes are knotted randomly, hanging from the pole like hanged corpses.

This is a ballet practice room.

Cheng Xi concluded, turned to look at Meng Zhijin who had already walked to the other side of the murder scene, and asked, "Did Mr. Meng see any important information?"

"This place should be a murder scene." Meng Zhijin carefully observed the things around the man, and used his cane to move his bloody and dirty clothes, "The deceased was a well-dressed nobleman, and the gems inlaid on the cane are still there. So it's not robbery."

With that said, Meng Zhijin stood up from the man, holding a very delicate pocket watch in his hand: "There is a picture of a family of three on the pocket watch on his body. The women and children's faces are intact, only The man's face was scratched like a corpse, it looks like it was caused by fingernails, this kind of wound is not something that humans can do, it belongs to strange powers. It's just that this ghost should not be the man's wife, it is a delusion item."

Cheng Xi was a little surprised by Meng Zhijin's quick reasoning, and couldn't help clapping her hands: "Mr. Meng's reasoning is so fast, I feel that our first place this time is within easy reach."

At this time, I don't know if I heard Meng Zhijin's reasoning, but suddenly, someone rushed out from the closet beside him.

This person looked young, his thin and small stature was completely covered by overly long hair.

The ballerina dress that should have been beautiful and exquisite was stained with blood, and the sharp nails were black. It just came straight towards the two of them: "Yeah——"

Before Cheng Xi could react, she felt that someone was pulling her hand.

Then there was a frantic escape, and was dragged by Meng Zhijin to escape.

The dimly lit corridor twists and turns, and the deliberately damaged lights flicker irregularly.

The female ghost screamed hoarsely and chased after them. Even though Cheng Xi knew that she was going to drive them to the next room, she was still terrified.

The damp wind whizzed past, and Cheng Xi didn't know where Meng Zhijin's quick reaction came from.

Obviously one of them was standing at the other end of the room, and the other was at the other end of the room, but they were really pulled by her and started to run. The hands that had just been separated were tightly clasped with her again.

It was as if they were really participating in an escape from the end of the world.

Only the two of them survived the end of the world.

I don't know how long they ran, but the two were chased to a small room.

The door was slammed shut by Meng Zhijin neatly, like inertia, Cheng Xi slammed on the brakes, and then felt that she was being pulled, and unexpectedly crashed into Meng Zhijin's arms.

The two of them were about the same height, and the distance between them was just enough for Cheng Xi's head to rest on Meng Zhijin's shoulder.

The female ghost outside the door was scratching and banging on the door very professionally, and the terrifying sound effect played as if it was rubbing the ears of the two of them. Cheng Xi seemed to be brought in, and she couldn't help but tense up.

And at this time, she felt that the hand she was holding tightly with someone was being caressed.

The soft fingertips just slipped over her tiger's mouth, as light as a feather, with a bit of itchiness, and an indescribable gentleness.

The lights in the room flickered, and Cheng Xi saw that Meng Zhijin's side face was coated with a layer of light, and the eyes under the crow feathers were extraordinarily calm.

She seems to always be so calm, no matter what she encounters, she always looks like this, sometimes it makes people feel uncomfortable, but sometimes it makes people feel reliable.

Warmth gathered in the dry palm again, which seemed precious in the cool wind.

Cheng Xi also couldn't tell whether it was Meng Zhijin who needed her, or whether she needed Meng Zhijin at this moment.

After all, it is a game, not a real event.

The female ghost who was chasing after her finally gradually reduced her force of pushing and scratching at the door, and the background music around her also faded away with her.

It's just that the music disappeared, and the voices of other team members came from the non-soundproof venue: "Help!" "Ahhh!!!" "Back! Back! Back! Back!!" Damn it!"

It looks like Yu Tong's, and it seems to be mixed with Su Miaomiao's.

Even Gao Mingtai's rough shouts that would be silenced also came over.

Cheng Xi remembered that she was also a little scared just now, and scratched the hair on the side of her face a little embarrassedly, and asked, "Well... I didn't do this just now, did I?"

Meng Zhijin shook her head and commented: "You are very good."

Meng Zhijin's evaluation sounded very simple, and she directly gave Cheng Xi an answer.

It's just that the words used to describe children have changed their taste for some reason when they are used by adults.

Comparing with others must be tainted with ambiguity, and praise will change its taste.

Even though there is a cold wind blowing around at this moment, Cheng Xi feels that summer is coming.

The two of them were about the same height, and the distance between them was just enough for Cheng Xi's head to rest on Meng Zhijin's shoulder.

Cheng Xi didn't know if Meng Zhijin could feel her breath on her shoulder, but she could clearly feel Meng Zhijin's breath on her shoulder at this moment.

That escape-like running made them exhale too frequently and hotly, no one could avoid it, just like that, it all fell on Cheng Xi's shoulders and necks, like an ambiguity in chaos, and the sound of violent heart beating couldn't find out why. .

I didn't think so at the time, but now that I've recovered, I realize just how ambiguous they are at the moment.

As if trying to escape, Cheng Xi took the initiative to loosen the hand she held with Meng Zhijin, and distanced herself from her.

"Ahem." Cheng Xi cleared her throat, "It looks like they must have messed up, we should take advantage of the situation and take the first place!"

Meng Zhijin slowly withdrew her hand holding Cheng Xi's wrist, looked at the man's body turned away from her, and let out a cold "hmm".

This room is very simple, with a single bed and a single wardrobe, it looks like a small dormitory.

There is a group photo on the cabinet next to the bed. It can be vaguely seen that these people are all girls in the ballet class, but for some reason, some people's faces are blackened, and there are still crosses floating above their heads.

It's as if the cause died.

Kind of weird.

Cheng Xi found a flashlight from the table, hit it on the wall, and saw a painting.

She looked at the content of the painting, and her eyes darkened: "Mr. Meng, do you know the meaning of this painting?"

Meng Zhijin heard the sound and looked towards Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi also explained to her: "European ballet in the last century was for rich gentlemen, not only to enjoy dancing, but also to cultivate young and beautiful girls and give them maintenance and enjoyment. Those girls are called 'little mice'. ’, the status is low and not visible, compared with Baisha, it is ironic."

"Those men came to wait for the little girl they adopted to finish class. As for whether they danced well or had the right posture, they didn't care."

"I speculate that the owner of this house should be such an identity. She died unexpectedly for some reason, and it may be related to these men. After death, the resentment lingers and turns into a resentful spirit to take revenge on those who separated her from her. A man who treats his sisters as a plaything."

Speaking of this, Cheng Xi's face was a little bit more happy, and she praised: "What a good girl."

The surrounding lights are dim, and people's emotions are hidden in it.

Standing on Cheng Xi's left side, Meng Zhijin was still aware of her personal emotions when she said these words. The memories overlapped. She raised her hand and landed on Cheng Xi's shoulder, as if to divert her attention. : "So now we need to dispel her resentment and save her before we can get out of this secret room."

"Transcendence?" Cheng Xi was indeed distracted, and joked with a bit of a smile: "Mr. Meng, can foreign ghosts be superseded by Chinese methods?"

"Try it." Meng Zhijin remained calm, "She took revenge on the man, but the man should not be her grievance, but I found this from the man."

It was a sign-up form with unclear contents.

I don't know if I should say that this escape room is dedicated, even the photo on the registration form looks like the female ghost just now, with disheveled hair, which makes Cheng Xi, who is a ballet student, look down on her for a while.

But before she could utter her complaints, she noticed that the serial number had been smeared out: "I should be able to use something to make the writing on this appear, but now I can only see a 1...the last digit is a 2."

"En." Meng Zhijin nodded, and began to search for useful things in the room.

It's just that she hasn't found anything like a phenolphthalein lighter, and her attention first fell on a broken music box.

She twisted it, and what was playing in it was "The Nutcracker" that had been tuned when she came just now.

Cheng Xi, who was still looking for something, heard this tune, and seemed to think of something.

Holding the paper in her hand, she searched for this cycle, and said, "One miss in the first measure, four beats in the second measure, two... three beats in the third measure, seven beats in the fourth measure, six beats in the fifth measure , the sixth measure... that's right, it's two hits!"

Seeming to have discovered something remarkable, Cheng Xi immediately said, "Teacher Kuaimeng, check to see if there is a lockbox."

"Here." Meng Zhijin pointed to the wardrobe she just opened.

Cheng Xi immediately went over to enter the password: "14376...2."

Cheng Xi held the small golden handle and pressed it down, and then the password box opened.

Her eyes lit up, and she murmured excitedly: "Yes, Yes! First! First!"

The things in the box were very monotonous, Meng Zhijin looked at them and said, "It's a pair of dancing shoes."

The registration form hidden by the man in Cheng Xi's hand rustled in the cold wind. Cheng Xi seemed to understand everything, and her eyes darkened: "It seems that she really likes ballet. This man has extinguished her hope." .”

Meng Zhijin looked at Cheng Xi upon hearing this, raised her hand and stroked her shoulder, "Let's go, let's give her something to fulfill her obsession."

Cheng Xi nodded, and walked out of the room with Meng Zhijin.

And the little girl stopped at the end of the corridor in the distance, as if she had been waiting for them.

To be honest, Cheng Xi was a little scared, and then felt that the empty hand was being held by someone.

Meng Zhijin seemed to be afraid too, or was trying to comfort her.

Without time to think about these things, Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin walked up to the little girl and said, "Okay, don't be angry anymore, put on your shoes, and dance in heaven."

Looking at the shoes Cheng Xi handed over to her, the little ghost girl was more than a little quieter than the one who ran away just now.

Cheng Xi watched her hold the shoes he handed over like a treasure in her arms, her heart ached, and she couldn't help but sigh how many people in the circle her acting skills were.

The mission seems to be over like this.

The little girl took the initiative to lead Cheng Xi and Meng Zhijin out with her shoes in her arms.

The corridor is quiet, without the eerie and eerie music, it seems that there is a little less motivation.

Cheng Xi thought so, but suddenly there was a "boom" in front of the corridor, and the door that was set from nowhere suddenly cut off the front and rear roads.

And the little girl who was walking in front was on the other side of the door, looked at the two of them, smiled, and ran away.

The long corridor was dark, and the two of them were stunned for a moment.

Cheng Xi reacted quickly, and hurriedly asked in the dark, "Teacher Meng, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Meng Zhijin replied, but Cheng Xi felt her hand clenched.

She knew that Meng Zhijin had stayed in the dark long enough, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm a very good promise."

With that said, Cheng Xi began to look for the exit with the flashlight she took out from the room.

I don't know how the person who escaped from the secret room set it up. A button is clearly placed on the wall next to the door.

Cheng Xi looked around and saw that there were no devices that would fall into the trap, and pressed it without hesitation.

Then there was a light from the front door.

The door opened.

Cheng Xi was extremely excited: "Teacher Meng!"

But before she was happy, she let go of the button and closed the door.

The corridor was quiet for a while, and both of them realized that they didn't have a heavy object to press the button, which meant that one person had to be left inside to press the button before the other could get out.

"Does this little girl hate having lovers in this world?" Cheng Xi frowned.

Could it be that what the little girl wanted to do was to break up the people who came here to save her?

This is inevitably revenge.

Listening to what Cheng Xi said, Meng Zhijin's eyes paused slightly.

It seemed that the darkness was not so scary to her.

"Mr. Meng, you can go, I will press here, I am brave, not afraid." Cheng Xi made a decision, and patted her on the shoulder pretending to be relaxed, "You will take my number one for me... ..."

Meng Zhijin was not the same: "But aren't you the only one who knows the professional knowledge about ballet?"

"But you..." Cheng Xi hesitated.

Meng Zhijin didn't give her a chance, and picked up the walkie-talkie that the two of them had been ignoring all the time, "Just promise me to keep talking to me on the walkie-talkie."

"It's just a game..." Cheng Xi was worried that Meng Zhijin would have symptoms in this situation, and the pursuit of the first victory in her heart began to waver.

"You want to be number one, don't you?" Meng Zhijin pressed Jinbao on Cheng Xi's swinging victory scale, "The front is also dark, but it's only a little brighter than here. If there is a little girl in the front The set level, I have to try and make mistakes when I go there, not to mention wasting time, and may also have an attack due to stress symptoms”

"Come on, kid."

I don't know if it was caused by the environment, but Meng Zhijin's voice was a little gentle.

Cheng Xi saw a lot of expectation in her eyes illuminated by the flashlight, and the door was slowly opened by the button she pressed.

She prepared the way for her...

Cheng Xi frowned slightly, as if something from the past was going back in her mind.

Of course she knew that what Meng Zhijin said was reasonable, so she hesitated for a while, but still took the first step.

Disagreement with the self in memory.

The corridor outside is not too bright, without the flashlight, it is dark.

Cheng Xi held the intercom, fulfilled her promise and called to the opposite side: "Teacher Meng."

"Yes." Meng Zhijin responded.

"Are you there?" Cheng Ximing asked knowingly.

"I'm here." Meng Zhijin said.

Cheng Xi: "Teacher Meng."

Meng Zhijin: "I am here."

Just like this, Cheng Xi's laughter came from the intercom.

Meng Zhijin was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

"It just feels like you are like Siri now." Cheng Xi teased, "If you call, you will respond, even if I just call you out of boredom."

Hearing this, Meng Zhijin slightly hooked her lower lip, and a smile appeared on her thin lips in the darkness: "Really?"

"En." Cheng Xi nodded, and was soon stopped by the iron door at the end of the corridor, and a ballet oil painting was hanging on the door.

She observed carefully with the light, and introduced to Meng Zhijin: "Now I am also blocked by the door, and there is a painting on the door. This painting is the second scene of Giselle, and the ghost king appears..."

As she said that, Cheng Xi seemed to have discovered something, and approached the tombstone of the heroine on the left: "The number on the tombstone seems to have changed."

"...2035, the current year?"

"Is it a password?" Meng Zhijin guessed.

"Let me try." Cheng Xi wasn't sure, but still went to the door half-believing and unlocked it.

After entering the password, the iron lock opened in response, and on the opposite side was a hall with the words "Congratulations on escaping Nightmare Town" flashing.

Cheng Xi was a little excited, and just about to share it with Meng Zhijin on the intercom, when she heard a "bang" sound behind her.

Sound like something collapsing.

It came from Meng Zhijin...

Cheng Xi's heart jumped up.

She no longer remembered what it was like when Meng Zhijin's claustrophobia broke out, but the feeling that made her feel very uncomfortable surged up.

"Teacher Meng, are you there? Can you hear me?"

"Teacher Meng, Meng Zhijin!"

After calling several times in a row, Cheng Xi didn't get a reply from the other party.

Annoyance is like aged wine, which gushes out bitterly and pungently, making her subconsciously shout: "Sister."

"elder sister!"

"You have to climb up again, and I can be your ladder."

What Meng Zhijin said at the police station that day re-entered Cheng Xi's ears, overlapping with what she had been sitting across from the dining table in the past.

This time, she really accepted her arrangement and used her as a ladder to get the first place she had been talking about all the way.

She made a different choice than in the past, but the result was the same.

She can't be happy.

Cheng Xi had a lot of emotions in her mind, the first one was to go back and bring Meng Zhijin out.

She didn't want, she didn't want Meng Zhijin to be embarrassed in front of the camera because of her own reasons.

Cheng Xi clearly knew that the program crew would definitely like this kind of contrast and downfall of actresses.

But she doesn't allow it.

She wanted Meng Zhijin to always look arrogant and indifferent in front of the camera.

Just when Cheng Xi was about to give up sitting on the first throne in the hall, she turned around and bumped into someone's arms.

A familiar smell mixed with a touch of sweat surrounded her, a cool hand brushed her back, and a soothing voice softly said, "I'm back, kid."

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感谢在2022-08-1314:34:01~2022-08-1413:25:23期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: ______ element 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Floating Water, SUETYEE1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：柑橘味蛋卷42瓶；惊鸿20瓶；Ps8瓶；swan天晓、徐文5瓶；碎冰、君家有木3瓶；貓老闆、向你要2瓶；三清、只有为你、小狗只想被爱、随性、语涵1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!