Strange story player

Time goes back to last night.

"Lawyer Chen, are you really dead?"

In the room on the second floor, Qin Manjiang looked at the corpse whose face had been completely disfigured and asked in a low voice.

His eyes quickly glanced at the fog at his feet.

The fog is dissipating.

Why does fog appear in the room where a person died? Is it the incarnation of a evil ghost?

Or...something else?

His fingertips subconsciously tapped the edge of the bed, watching the fog dissipate. At this time, Qin Manjiang stood up and was about to leave, but heard a man's voice behind him:

"She's not dead."

Qin Manjiang turned his head and saw the tall doctor Yan Xiao leaning against the door.

"You don't seem surprised that I'm still here?" Yan Xiao saw Qin Manjiang's calm expression and asked curiously.

"I'm surprised," Qin Manjiang admitted, "I just can't express myself."

This statement about seeing a ghost made Yan Xiao think that Qin Manjiang was perfunctory with him, so he stopped asking any more questions.

In fact, Qin Manjiang told the truth.

After learning from Zhong Xueran that there was something wrong with the doctor's head, Qin Manjiang thought that the doctor had gone crazy when the situation just happened. Unexpectedly, all Yan Xiao's actions just now were mostly acting.

"How do you know she's not dead yet?" Qin Manjiang asked.

The doctor's expression was relatively calm, and he just looked at the corpse: "She is superfluous."

"In addition to using my scalpel on living people, it can also be used on people who have recently died, but only a few people know this."

Yan Xiao walked to the window and looked at the window glass and the surroundings carefully: "Chen Yu is one of them. She and I have acted together."

"Look at this corpse." He looked down at the remains. "The face and abdomen were eaten, but the heart was opened by me with a scalpel. She was worried that leaving a corpse with a heart would reveal that the deceased was not a human being. Her secret was to simply prepare a corpse without a heart."

"So stupid." Qin Manjiang couldn't help but say.

Yan Xiao nodded and looked at Qin Manjiang: "What do you think?"

Qin Manjiang thought for a moment and said, "I have a guess, but I haven't found any evidence to support it so far."

"Oh?" Yan Xiao looked at him seriously, "I also have a guess."

"Dream?"

"Dream."

The two of them spoke in tandem, almost in unison.

"Zhong Xueran asked me to discuss it with you, saying that you don't look like a new player at all," Yan Xiao stood next to Qin Manjiang, "She was right."

Qin Manjiang was also a little surprised. He originally thought that only he could come up with such an outrageous guess.

"Why do you think so?"

Yan Xiao did not answer, but suddenly asked: "Do you still remember the color of the streets in the town?"

Qin Manjiang's memory is very good, which is one of the few characteristics of an adult male whose body is not that of a standard one.

But this time, no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember the color of the street.

"One of the characteristics of dreams is that we cannot remember the details of the dream, or even the dream itself." Yan Xiao said.

"I have the habit of knowing the way, especially when I go to a strange place." Yan Xiao walked to the window and looked out at the night, "I went to the island with you, and I remembered the road into the town all the way. Even if there was fog, I should remember the general appearance, but I didn’t.”

"Then, it's chicken soup." Yan Xiao said.

Qin Manjiang also nodded: "Abnormal and illogical behavior and cognition are normal and undetectable in dreams, but they look strange to outsiders like us."

"Well, these two points alone are enough to arouse suspicion in the ghost story game."

Yan Xiao said, "So, why did Chen Yu fake death to escape? What did she see through the mirror?"

Qin Manjiang also walked slowly to his side and looked out the window: "First base everything on the recognition that this is a dream, and then think about it."

Yan Xiao nodded: "It makes sense."

"If this is indeed a dream, why did Chen Yu do this?" Yan Xiao whispered.

Yes, the most critical question is that if Chen Yu was not dead, then why did she do this?

If she wanted to interfere and harm everyone, she could just hold back and suddenly attack at the critical moment. The effect would be far greater than pretending to die and escaping.

This really doesn't make sense.

Unless... there was some reason why she had to do this.

"In some mystery crime novels, the murderer of the serial murder case usually has a trick to disguise himself as one of the victims, so as to escape everyone's vision and suspicion and commit the crime better." Qin Manjiang looked at the dark night and suddenly said.

Yan Xiao was moved by what he said.

Before he could think about it carefully, Qin Manjiang continued to ask: "I want to know... what does it feel like to dream?"

"Huh?" Yan Xiao suddenly asked the reason for this question before he could react.

But because of Qin Manjiang's calmness and sensitivity just now, he still replied: "Dreams have strong emotions, usually anxiety, fear, and surprise. There is no logic or order in dreams. The dreamer cannot detect any abnormalities in the dream during the dream. Things, dreams will rationalize everything. Dreams are very vague, and I can only remember the general outline, but not the details..."

"Wait a minute," Qin Manjiang interrupted Yan Xiao. He turned his head and stared into Yan Xiao's dark eyes, "Have you ever dreamed about yourself?"

His question gave Yan Xiao a flash of inspiration!

"You're right...in dreams, the dreamer can never see his own face."

Yan Xiao and Qin Manjiang turned around at the same time and looked at the unrecognizable corpse on the bed.

If this is a dream of a ghost, then in this dream, the ghost itself is disembodied because it cannot dream of itself.

Its perspective can only choose a certain person who appears in the dream.

"She was chosen by a ghost and became its eyes, observing us in our dreams. Her path to survival is different from ours," Yan Xiao said.

He suddenly thought of the former chief who died in this ghost story. Could that person... have been chosen by the ghost as well?

"But why did she die?" Although Qin Manjiang was asking, there was no doubt in his tone.

Yan Xiao looked at him and understood what he was thinking.

If ghosts don't have a physical body, there's almost nothing they can do about it.

But...now I know that the ghost's perspective is on Chen Yu, and Chen Yu is equivalent to the ghost's substitute in the dream.

But Chen Yu still chose to fake his death to escape, instead of staying with them and causing mischief secretly just because he was chosen by the ghosts.

Inferring the cause from the result, there is only one reason——

Chen Yu, or Li Gui, both feel that the risk is greater if they stay with the player.

So...the way to counter that ghost lies with Chen Yu.

"We need a way to lure her out." Qin Manjiang said.

Yan Xiao thought for a moment, thought of the scene just now, and said: "Fog."

Qin Manjiang nodded. Although he didn't know what the fog was at the moment, the fact that it appeared in the room meant that it had a close relationship with Li Gui, or Chen Yu.

Perhaps, being in the heavy fog can make Chen Yu feel more secure.

"Tomorrow I will go into the fog alone." Qin Manjiang said.

Yan Xiao looked at him: "I will follow you, but not too close."

"Yeah." Qin Manjiang didn't think this risk was nothing. After all, this was the world of ghost stories.

"Take this finger." Yan Xiao took out a bloody finger from his pocket.

"If it's a gift, forget it." Qin Manjiang quickly refused.

"This is a mark." Yan Xiao looked at him.

"ah?"

"I can sense the specific location of things cut with this knife." Yan Xiao explained, "If the fog is too thick, I can only use it to determine your location."

"..."

Qin Manjiang stretched out and retracted his hands. After hesitating for a while, he put his fingers into his pocket.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Can I ask... is there really something wrong with your head?"

"..."