Weird Regulator

The quarrel lasted only a few seconds. Perhaps after the fear of the unfamiliar environment subsided a little, several people finally remembered the words - "Try to find the evil ghost hidden among you and expose his identity in public."

For a moment, all distracting thoughts were eliminated, and the clamor and chaos turned into silence and suspicion.

No one was on the same page or on the same front anymore. All the sounds heard were objects of suspicion and could be the hidden evil ghost.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

At this moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly sounded in the field, and torches were lit out of thin air outside the cell door.

The hot and yellow flames completely exposed the originally dark cell, allowing all the people lying on the iron bars to see the faces of the people in the opposite cell.

At the same time, in the center of this circle of cells, there was a staircase.

On the platform, which was about two square meters, a vertical cage was buckled on the stone steps.

This is undoubtedly also a small cell, but the person imprisoned inside is no longer a human, but a ghost.

The ghost is naked, with long hair covering his face. His dark gray skin covers his shriveled skeleton. His internal bone structure is clearly visible, and he is holding the steel bars of the cage with his two slender hands.

The seven people were silent, looking at the shriveled ghost in the brightly lit stone cell.

While the clerk was observing the ghost, it was also constantly examining the clerks in the seven cells.

It was squatting, with its face mostly covered by long hair, but two ghost eyes flashing red light could be vaguely seen in the hair.

The ghost eyes slowly and concentratedly scanned one clerk after another, taking an average of half a minute to look at each one, and looked very carefully.

When it turned to the cell where Ji Li was, the man and the ghost looked at each other for the first time.

While examining each other, Ji Li found that the ghost's eyes seemed to contain some unspeakable spiritual power.

When being stared at by it, Ji Li had a strange feeling that his past and present lives were seen through, as if he had no secrets in front of it, and his soul was instantly seen through.

Similarly, Ji Li also found that this ghost not only had strange eyes, but also had two ears that were larger than those of a living person. The ears were pointed, thin and long, standing up like two blades, passing through the hair.

However, the unique thing was that the shriveled ghost basically kept staring at Shao Yongan and others for half a minute, but only stared at Ji Li for three seconds.

After three seconds, it turned its face to the next Hu Li cell.

"What does this represent..."

The appearance of the shriveled ghost kicked off the project but has not yet been fully launched, but some of its characteristics and performances have revealed some clues.

Could this project be related to eyes and ears?

After a few minutes, the ghost carefully observed the seven people and made a sound for the first time.

The sound was also dry, as if it was a rusty old machine, which was particularly uncomfortable to the ears and made people's hair stand on end.

"The first round of self-proof will start in half a minute, starting with number one, and we will take turns."

No one can see where its voice comes from, but every word can be heard clearly.

When it said this, its slender right hand extended a knife-like finger and pointed it at a man.

This man was the first one to speak and wake up the others.

That is, he was two cells away from Ji Li.

Ji Li quickly put his hand on the iron bars and tried to look to the left. This angle was just enough to fully peek into cell number one.

The man in cell number one was wearing a light blue denim suit and looked only about twenty years old. I guess he didn't have much mission experience.

At this moment, he was panicked because the shriveled ghost named him first. For a moment, he was at a loss and didn't understand what the ghost said: "Self-proof in half a minute" meant.

And Ji Li was calculating everyone's serial number.

Starting from the cowboy number one and arranging to the right, he was in the middle of the seven people, three on the left and three on the right.

This position is neither good nor bad, it is moderate.

But what Ji Li thought in his heart was that according to the guidance of the shriveled ghost, this project might be a process of "verification, selection and exposure".

There is an evil ghost among the seven shop assistants present, and what they have to do is to take turns to prove themselves and prove that they are not evil ghosts.

The other six people need to distinguish everyone's testimony one by one, so as to find the one with loopholes and choose him as the "evil ghost".

This rule is not complicated. Combined with the clown's explanation, after finding the "evil ghost" and exposing it, it is considered a pass.

Then how should the clown's last hint - "memory" be applied...

"Self-proof? What am I proving, Manager Ji, Brother Shao, can anyone teach me how to do it?"

Ji Li was busy thinking about his own things, and the shop assistants who had not yet taken their turn were all silent, obviously thinking about their own testimonies or pondering the intention of the rules.

Shao Yongan could only vaguely see cell No. 1 from his position. He could not see the cowboy's behavior and could only catch it from his words.

But from the current point of view, this person did not even remember the rules explained by the clown, which meant that it was difficult to save him.

Moreover, even if he could save him, he would not do it.

Half a minute passed in the blink of an eye.

"Clang!"

The sudden sound of metal was particularly ear-piercing. The lock of cell No. 1 where the cowboy was located opened automatically, and the door slowly opened.

The shriveled ghost looked at the cowboy strangely, squatted on the stone steps, and said in a firm tone:

"No. 1, please get on the platform within 5 seconds. You will have three minutes to prove yourself. The countdown starts now."

The countdown is always the most oppressive thing. After hearing this, the cowboy, who was already dizzy, hurriedly got out of the cell and rushed to the platform at a very fast speed, just standing in front of the shriveled ghost.

Ji Li suddenly found that this shriveled ghost was a very good "discipline host".

First of all, its identity as a ghost will naturally have a strong deterrent effect on the store clerks, thus forcing them to obey;

Secondly, with this layer of deterrence, participants can complete the project process efficiently regardless of their mentality.

The cowboy, who had only a vague understanding of the project and was at a loss, was also stunned after rushing to the platform.

In order not to fall from this narrow stone step, he almost squeezed together with the shriveled ghost in the cage, which was a difficult challenge for him who was already in a bad state of mind.

No one spoke anymore. They all looked at him standing in a high position, waiting for his speech, even the ghosts.

But the cowboy held it in for a long time, but he didn't know where to start. He had no idea how to ask someone to prove that he was just a person.

Until his face was completely red and most of the time for self-proof had passed, he reluctantly said:

"I... I am just an ordinary person. I don't know why I came here suddenly?

I am really a good person. Everyone must believe me.

Manager Ji, Brother Shao, and you, who can save me out, I am willing to be your cow and horse for the rest of my life..."

"Time is up."

The shriveled ghost didn't give him the opportunity to talk nonsense. At the moment when the time arrived, all the flames went out.

The extinguishing time was only about one second, and then it was lit again, and the cowboy had returned to cell No. 1 and was locked up again.

The cowboy's speech was of no value. He wasted precious self-proof in vain. It can be imagined that if the evil ghosts could not be distinguished in this round, then he would be the primary target.

Because for three whole minutes, he didn't even say his name or which branch he came from.

Whether he was afraid or for other reasons, a person without a basic identity has no reason to live.

Unless there are serious doubts in the self-evidence of the person behind.