Flirting with old enemies in escape games

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How could this be? !

The players were all stunned, with countless capitalized question marks popping up in their hearts.

The moment they returned to the dormitory building, the eight of them stood in the corridor and looked at each other, seeing surprise and bewilderment on each other's faces.

"Those dead didn't keep their promises!?" Ji Wuhuan's first reaction was this.

If the agreed players find the murderer to avenge them, they will call back all the evil spirits and restore the positions of all the murderers?

As the world goes down, is there any trust between humans and ghosts?Are all ghosts so dishonest?Words don't count!

Since entering the game, it has always been Ji Wuhuan's job to tease others. When he seldom got tricked, he angrily turned around and pointed his middle finger at the air, spit out a national curse all over his body.

"I'll fuck you, [email protected]&&..." Ji Wuhuan couldn't help exhaling fragrance, but was blocked by Rubik's Cube, and was so angry that he let out a meow: "Meow--"

Depend on!Sure enough, cats will develop bad habits if they live for a long time.

Looking at the red-eyed young man who hastily covered his mouth, Nie Yuan was stunned again, a little dumbfounded.

This guy is damn cute some of the time!The man hurriedly pulled the furry Ji cat over to appease him: "Baby, don't be angry."

"Yuanyuan! Look, they don't mean what they say!" Ji Wuhuan finally found an outlet, grabbed Nie Yuan's sleeve, pointed at the air and complained angrily.

Oh my god, why are you so obedient to such an unconscious little action?

"Yes." Nie Yuan hurriedly said to him, "They are villains who go against their promises."

"They're bastards!"

"Yes, bastard."

"They're bastards!"

"Yes, bastard." Nie Yuan reached out and rubbed his head: "Don't be angry, baby, we bombarded them with rockets tonight!"

The straight man's way of coaxing people has never been very sweet and romantic, but every word he said is not fancy, if he says he wants to bang, he will really bang.

"Yeah!" Of course, little friend Ji also knew that his boyfriend was not just talking, so he was a little happier, and nodded vigorously, wagging his tail: "Blast them all into scum!"

"Well, the baby has the final say!"

babble!Another show!A group of players were silent in front of the little pink peach hearts flying all over the sky, but they were so together, the tense and uneasy atmosphere was a lot less.

Everyone then calmed down.

Zhang San was the first to speak, and he guessed: "Do we need to manually put back those monsters that have moved? After all, if you want to let the evil spirits go back in "Instructions for the Night Watchman", the condition is Return the evil spirits to their place, the evil spirits just disappeared last night, not necessarily all returned."

"I don't think it's possible." Lu Jia retorted: "If it's just one or two things, let's forget it. There are three haunted houses that are all in chaos. We are not the owners of the houses. How can we know where all the murderous things are?"

Those superficial things may still be able to return to their place, but more of them are those sundries piled up in the cabinet and in the corner, even the owner may not be able to restore all of them to the same degree.

This kind of unscientific thing is obviously only a ghost can do, and their original agreement was that the players help the dead get revenge, and the dead help the players complete the task.

Although Ji Wuhuan was very angry just now, he calmed down after venting, but he still grabbed Nie Yuan's sleeve and walked towards the old man's room: "Yuanyuan, let's go, and then look for clues." ."

"Yeah." Nie Yuan also dotes on him, as long as he is happy, he can do whatever he wants.

At dawn, the old man's voice came from the intercom again. Could it be that he is still alive?Or are there really twin brothers?He is the real mastermind behind the scenes?

Guess is guesswork, Ji Wuhuan actually thinks this is unlikely, although he heard the old man's voice again in the morning, but the tone and content of his speech are exactly the same as the previous two days, so it is very likely that it was recorded earlier.

After all, the old man should have been killed the night before, but his voice was still heard yesterday morning.

Sure enough, when they returned to the old man's house again, they found a walkie-talkie and an old-fashioned tape recorder in the drawer, pressed the play button, and it was his voice that came from inside.

"Zizi...night watchmen...congratulations...it's dawn...zizizi..."

Exactly the same content, completely unchanged tone.

Sure enough, it was recorded before.

Xu Lan put down the walkie-talkie with a helpless expression: "Here, what should we do now?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Ji Wuhuan shrugged: "Cold salad."

Although the players slept for a while last night, they were still in the game after all, and no one dared to sleep to death. In addition, the wooden floor was cold and hard, and now they were all physically and mentally exhausted.

"Let's have something to eat first." Ji Wuhuan rubbed his stomach that was starting to protest, looked around the room, found the only third of the sofa among the messy gravel and mud, pulled it Sit down with Nie Yuan and eat the big-eyed frog together.

After all, they were two big men, and they felt uncomfortable squeezed together, so Nie Yuan picked up Cat Ji and let him sit on his lap.

Round meat sofa, in a word, soft!Ji Wuhuan was satisfied.

The other players also took out their own food, sat on the small bench, on the ground, and on the gravel to eat.

Lu Jia asked while eating: "What do you think?"

Although it was everyone who was asking, the gaze was clearly directed at Ji Wuhuan, and it was clear that he was asking, "Boss, what should we do now?"

Ji Wuhuan was also not modest, and said vaguely while gnawing on the bread: "I haven't finished eating yet, thinking about other things while enjoying breakfast is a disrespect for food, it will become unpalatable due to autism, and affect Taste."

"..."

At this time, I thought of the "fake prudence, really nonsense" character design that had collapsed to Siberia?

Ji Wuhuan said this, but she was actually thinking about it.

Although I was yelling when I was angry just now, the main reason was that I wanted more comfort from Nie Yuan. This person is easy to be hypocritical when it comes to love, and there is no need for a reason to get bored between lovers.

Therefore, he also knew in his heart that it was not necessarily the ghosts of the dead.

Because as Lu Jia said, even the owner of the room may not be able to restore a room that has been completely messed up.

Although the possibility of "the Rubik's Cube is so perverted" cannot be completely ruled out, we should also think about it from other angles.

A sentence that has been memorized badly, the goal of the mission is "The player must at least ensure that there is a floor within five days, and when the next day dawns, all the ominous objects are in place."

If the deceased had kept their promise and managed to restore all the murderous creatures, then what would have caused them to not complete the task?

Something has been forgotten, and players need to find it?Or is there a behind-the-scenes boss that hasn't appeared yet?

Speaking of this, the old man also seems to have said: "You'd better keep working in pairs, or you might get...be..."

who is it?

At first, the players thought it might be a murderous creature, but in fact, to those evil spirits, it seemed that there was no difference between one person or two.

In this way, since the revenge of those dead has been avenged, why hasn't the corridor been restored to its original state last night?

The reason why this dormitory building is what it is today is because the dead chased and killed the murderer. Since they have already taken revenge, why hasn't it disappeared?

Ji Wuhuan gently pinched the earlobe, feeling that this should be the key to the problem.

To find out why the haunted house still exists here.

Fortunately, there are still two nights, so there is still time.

"Go to the haunted house tonight and have a look."

Anyway, whether it's "the monster hasn't returned to its place" or there is really a behind-the-scenes boss, they have to go in and have a look.

Next, the players explored the dormitory building again to confirm that there were no missing clues.

The night fell quickly, and when they returned to the four-corner corridor again, Ji Wuhuan and the others went straight to the haunted house.

They knocked on a random door first.

"Knock knock..."

However, a strange thing happened. Not only did the door not open, but there was a solid muffled sound from inside.

"Isn't it?" Zhang San couldn't believe it, and knocked hard three more times, but still didn't open the door.

Lu Jia turned around and walked a few meters away, and knocked on the wooden door next to him. There was the same muffled sound, and the door did not open. They were divided into two groups, and they tried several doors around them, all of which were the same.

It seems that the more than 300 haunted houses all disappeared overnight.

"how so?"

"Go over there and have a look." Ji Wuhuan walked a few steps, and when he reached the door that the old fisherman came out of, there was no sound when he knocked again, and when the door slowly opened, the young man said softly: "Look. Come on, they kept their promises."

"Ah?" Zhang San didn't understand what this meant.

Ji Wuhuan didn't answer, and took Nie Yuan's hand: "Come on, let's go in and have a look."

After going through the previous incidents, before entering this time, the players pretended to knock on the shoe cabinet at the entrance to show respect, and then went in.

"Master? Are you there?"

"..."

No one answered in the room, but the lights in the room turned on by themselves, as if guiding the players to enter.When they walked to the living room, they suddenly found that the inside had completely restored to the way it was when they first came.

The living room was not big, but it was clean and tidy. Two dark leather sofas were neatly arranged, and even the carpet was clean.

On the wall behind the old-fashioned TV set is a row of shadow puppet frames, such as "Havoc in Heaven", "Three Beats of the Bone Demon", and "Three Connected Plantain Fans", which are very delicate.

But Zhang San felt chills down his spine, and his face was still aching. Fortunately, none of these things came to life, otherwise he was afraid that he would be surrounded and beaten by a group of Monkey Kings.

The four of them walked all the way to the door without seeing the ghost of the old man, so Ji Wuhuan asked tentatively, "Old man?"

Still no one answered, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and enter the room where the old man died. Fortunately, just like the outside, the room was restored to its original cleanliness, but the old man's body was gone.

Seeing this, Ji Wuhuan's doubts about the deceased's refusal completely disappeared.

"Where are people?" Zhang San was a little puzzled.

"I guess the revenge has been avenged, let's get rid of it." Lu Jia guessed, she picked up the walkie-talkie and asked Lu Yi about the situation on their floor, and the other party said that it was the same. They entered the haunted house that was opened before, and the inside was restored to its original state. , the dead disappeared.

Ji Wuhuan wandered around the room again, and after confirming that there were no omissions, he walked towards the gate: "Take a look at another haunted house."

Then they went into the room where the matryoshka doll was, the room with the white porch, and the room where art painting was not suitable for children, all of which were like this.

Everything was restored to its original state, the deceased was nowhere to be seen, and even the terrifying and gloomy atmosphere in the haunted house disappeared a lot, as if it was just the most ordinary houses.

"It's strange, since it's recovered...then why haven't we passed the level yet?" Lu Jia said the aspirations of all the players.

Yes, why haven't you passed the level yet?

They thought they would be able to figure out why as long as they re-entered the haunted house tonight, but they didn't expect that not only could they not find the answer, but they were even more confused.

Entering these haunted houses again is obviously a verification opportunity given by Rubik's Cube to confirm that the monsters have returned. So since the monsters have returned to their original positions, why is the game not over yet?

"Would we have to wait until dawn today?" The walkie-talkie in Zhang San's hand was still on the channel on the third floor, and Xu Lan's voice came from inside: "Could it be that they didn't return to their positions yesterday, but they returned today? "

"Yes, it's also possible..." Zhang San agreed.

This guess is not without reason.But Ji Wuhuan is not willing to gamble like this, tomorrow is the last night, if they guess wrong, it will be dangerous.

He didn't like to take such risks.

What should we do?Ji Wuhuan touched his earlobe habitually, and a magical idea suddenly popped up in his mind, if only he could ask the deceased...

Since these haunted houses still exist, the deceased should still be there, maybe they just don't want to talk to them.

When this idea came up, the players happened to enter the haunted house where the Eyeless Monster was. When they were looking at the Monopoly game on the table in the children's room, Ji Wuhuan came up with another idea.

Seeing him reaching for the game box, Zhang San and the two were dumbfounded: "Xia Sudan, what are you doing?!"

"Are you crazy?!"

These things have finally returned to their place, and each of them is careful and cautious, afraid of touching anything inside, how dare this guy take the initiative to take things from the haunted house? !What if the Rubik's Cube system determines that the game has failed?Or what if you offend the dead?

"Brother, put it back quickly!"

But Ji Wuhuan didn't seem to hear it, and said to the air self-consciously: "Little friend..." He looked down at the name on the pinyin book on the desk, trying to make his tone as friendly as possible: " Little friend Li Haoran, do you want to play Monopoly with your brother?"

"..."

"If you win, my brother will give you all the snacks on my body. If I win, you can tell us how to pass the level, okay?" Ji Wuhuan kept turning his head to look around when he said During the "snacks", a black shadow flashed past the door.

There is a play!

So he took out the snacks he brought with him every minute, such as lollipops, chocolates, instant noodles, biscuits, and even the big-eyed frog reluctantly gave up one, with a painful expression as if his flesh had been cut.

When these snacks were piled up on the ground, and when they turned their heads, a little boy with blood on his face, blackened face, and a ferocious expression suddenly appeared under the table, squatting on the ground and looking at them sinisterly.

"Damn it!" Zhang San at the table was so frightened that he shrank directly behind Lu Jia, but was pushed away by the latter in disgust: "You big man, why are you so timid?"

"Who said that? I'm not afraid, the main reason is that it came out suddenly..." Zhang San lost face, pretending to be calm.

Lu Jia gave him a small white look, and took out some fruits from his body, such as apples, cherries, bananas, etc., put them on the pile of toys, and said with a smile: "Children, if you win us, these fruits will also be given to you." ."

The ghost boy was obviously moved, and raised his head to look at Zhang San.

what?He also has to participate?

There was no other way, so Zhang San had no choice but to take out his own food, and also gave him a box of toy racing cars, which was said to be a gift for his nephew.

Looking at the pile of snacks and toys, the ghost boy was satisfied...but not enough, he suddenly raised his finger to Ji Wuhuan who was the leader.

"Huh?" The young man pointed at his face: "Me?"

He nodded, and pointed at Zhang San, Lu Jia, and Nie Yuan one by one.

"You..." Ji Wuhuan asked tentatively: "You mean, if we lose, we have to stay with you, right?"

The ghost boy raised the corners of his mouth, showed a cold smile, and nodded.

"..."

The expressions of Zhang San and Lu Jia changed instantly!

Ji Wuhuan was still smiling, and when he was about to answer, Zhang San hurriedly interrupted him: "No!"

Seeing that they are about to pass the test, how can they take such a risk?

Lu Jia also objected: "Don't promise him!"

"Tsk, he's only 7 or 8 years old, are we four or four afraid that we won't be able to play?" Ji Wuhuan raised his eyebrows.

Zhang San and Lu Jia: "..."

Is this a fucking age issue?This is a gamble!And it's a ghost!Let alone 7 or 8 years old, even 3 years old they don't want to gamble!

"Trust me." Ji Wuhuan didn't explain any more, he looked at the little boy and raised a finger, his tone was still very gentle and kind, as if he was really just about to play a game with an ordinary child: "I only have one condition , you can't use any special ability to affect the points of the dice, otherwise our bet will not count. I have props that can test lies, so don't try to lie to me."

The ghost boy tilted his head slightly, and nodded in agreement.

"So shall we begin?"

"Hello!!" Zhang San and Lu Jia exploded in an instant, but it was too late to stop them. The ghost boy smiled and pointed in the direction of the living room, and then disappeared.

"Fuck! Brother, what are you thinking?! You will kill us!" Zhang San blushed with anxiety.

"Xia Sadan, are you crazy? He is a ghost! No matter how small he looks, he is still a ghost! You are playing Monopoly with him, are you courting death?! Is your brain flooded?" A can't control his emotions at this time, he is aggressive, and he almost calls him a fool.

"Don't worry." Ji Wuhuan looked calm, but his tone was very firm: "I won't lose."

The two looked skeptical.

"I once made $5 million on 3 cents in Las Vegas casinos."

"real or fake?!"

"Of course it's true, do you want to see my bank card balance?"

Ji Wuhuan's expression and tone were too serious, so it took the two of them a while to realize, who is betting 5 cents in the casino?It costs two yuan to buy a lottery these days!

When he went out with Monopoly, the ghost boy was already sitting on the sofa, and everything on the coffee table disappeared to make room for them to play.

At some point, the TV was turned on again, and "Pan's Labyrinth" was still playing repeatedly, and the eyeless monster silently stared at the people outside the screen, which was creepy.

In the silent night, the light flickered on and off, and with the cold wind blowing in from the window, the round hydrogen balloon was also shaking from side to side.

Like a dangling human head.

When a few people sat down on the sofa, they felt somewhat stressed. Zhang San even felt out of breath. He unbuttoned his coat and panted heavily to calm himself down. All he could think about was yes.

--He must be crazy to bet his life with a ghost.

It's not just him, if Nie Yuan wasn't there, Lu Jia really wanted to slap Ji Wuhuan twice to wake him up.

This thing must be a demon!

On the contrary, the two parties involved, Ji Wuhuan and Nie Yuan, both looked calm, and their eyes even seemed to be holding a magic ticket. The former is because he has never lost in games of luck since he was a child, and the latter is because he knows that he has never lost. lost.

As small as finger-guessing and as big as gambling.

Although he was bragging just now, he actually won hundreds of millions in Las Vegas casinos.

And more than once, he was so lucky that the boss once suspected that he was a master of cheating, and sent several people to watch him, but it was useless.

He should win or he will win, but Ji Wuhuan also knows that being a man should not be too extreme. After all, his opponents are also some famous businessmen and dignitaries.Therefore, he often chooses a coincidental time to deliberately lose when he wins a certain amount.

Anyway, this kind of must-win game has long lost its allure for him, and he gets tired of playing it.

Those businessmen and dignitaries have asked him for his secrets many times, and Ji Wuhuan will also pretend to teach them some unique metaphysical skills that seem to be inscrutable but actually useless. That's it.

The actors who debuted at the same time were still small and transparent, and when they had to fight for the role, he had already become acquainted with the upper class, and the subsequent films became more and more famous. For Nian to become a movie star, a face alone is not enough.

Sure enough, he still won easily all the way. When he rolled the dice, his mouth seemed to be open, shouting what time to come, easily throwing all the participating players behind, including the ghost boy, and circled perfectly. Opened a variety of traps far ahead.

In less than 10 minutes, the game was over.

The ghost boy refused to accept it, so they played again, this time in less than 10 minutes, and played again, losing even faster.

"..."

The ghost boy shut himself up. He turned his head to look at the door and saw the pile of snacks inside, feeling 1 reluctance in his heart.

Then he disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared a few minutes later, he was holding a small ball of furry things in his arms.

Ji Wuhuan thought it was a stuffed toy at first, but upon closer inspection, he found that it could actually move. It was a blue-and-white budgerigar whose head had been smashed open with a blunt instrument. With his neck stretched, a small eye was still rolling, and his paws lay weakly on his stomach.

The murderer was irritated by the noisy parrot during the attack, smashed it to death with a hammer, and threw its body into the toilet, turning into a ghost along with the little master.

At this time, the ghost boy raised the parrot and wanted to give it to Ji Wuhuan.

The young man was slightly taken aback, and understood that he wanted to trade his pets for those snacks, so he smiled: "You can still take all these snacks, but you have to tell us how to pass the test."

When he said the last half sentence, the ghost boy's expression froze suddenly, he insisted on stuffing the weird parrot into Ji Wuhuan's pocket, turned around and was about to disappear.

Ji Wuhuan couldn't care less about throwing the bloody ghost parrot out of his pocket, and shouted: "Yuanyuan!"

The man has always had no feelings of respecting the old and loving the young, so he used it three times without hesitation, and flew out and inserted it into the ghost boy's calf.

He fell to the ground with a scream, billowing green smoke from the place where he was stabbed three times, and rolled on the ground in pain.

Seeing that he still wanted to run, Nie Yuan was not polite anymore, took out a fixed body talisman and patted it on the ghost boy's shoulder, and he couldn't move immediately, his originally ferocious face looked even more distorted, and his eyes were full of tears. Looking at them in pain and pleading.

Ji Wuhuan frowned and squatted down: "Little friend, you promised us that if you win, you have to tell us how to pass the test. How can you not count your words?"

"..."

"If you don't tell the truth, I'll let Uncle Yuan send you to heaven~"

uncle? !

Nie Yuan choked up slightly, why is Ji Wuhuan the elder brother and he is the uncle?

Thinking of this in his heart, he was naturally a little unhappy, and his expression became fierce, successfully scaring the kid to tremble.

He began to roll his eyes from side to side in a panic, as if shaking his head.

So Ji Wuhuan guessed: "...Could it be that you don't know either?"

Yo, this brat's empty glove snack? !

The ghost boy continued to roll his eyes.

"You..." Before Ji Wuhuan could see what he wanted to say, Lu Jia asked firmly, "Can't you say it?"

The ghost boy blinked wildly.

"So that's how it is..." The young man touched his earlobe suddenly, probably Rubik's Cube prevented these npcs from saying, "Well, you don't have to tell us the truth directly, just give us some hints to the head office?"

Ji Wuhuan's wishful thinking is very good, ask for a reminder from the haunted house here, and then ask for another in several other haunted houses, one for each household, plus there are two other floors, so many reminders, how can they get it? The truth is clear.

The ghost boy showed a thoughtful expression, and finally blinked his eyes to say yes.

So Nie Yuan pulled out three times and let him go. Perhaps "Uncle Yuanyuan will send you to the west with one knife" successfully intimidated him, but he didn't dare to run away, so he obediently took the pen and paper and wrote down a sentence.

The child's handwriting was originally crooked, plus his right hand was cut off, and the writing with his left hand was so scribbled that it was hard to read. What's even more painful was that there were some characters that he couldn't write, which were replaced by pinyin.

A few people squatted under the desk lamp and pondered for a long time like reading a book from heaven, only to realize that what he wrote was true.

--We can't go into other people's homes.