Weird Regulator

In the absence of a number of key clues, reverse the development of the current situation and come up with a solution.

The most important thing is that the derived solution is completely correct.

This is the terrible calculation ability.

Lan Yu's influence on this mission is already evident, and it is destined to continue to deepen.

Even Mei Sheng himself did not think of carrying the clock No. 1414 outside Yu Lao Street to try to expand the clock rules.

And he just inferred that Mei Sheng's side had the key to open the ghost tide to climb the building, and he dared to gamble his life.

This time, he went deep into the game and really gambled his life.

While Mei Sheng had woken up and left, a drastic change was about to take place inside the door of Room 201.

Lan Yu's original elegant and indifferent temperament had long gone, replaced by a hideous and mutated face, and it was still getting worse.

His two hands pressed tightly on the top of a dial, and the three sharp hands trembled wildly. The whole watch was shaking violently, as if it was no longer controllable.

Under extreme conditions, he had to plug the needle holes with the tips of his three fingers, and use the flesh and blood of a living person to force the three needles to remain stable, maintaining the pitiful and rare three seconds.

The first-hand ghost was too powerful.

Even if the three needles were used on a human skin skeleton, it was only indirectly confronting it, but it was still extremely difficult.

This sin object, which was once invincible, seemed particularly reluctant to use it. The amplitude of the dial vibration was very violent from the beginning, and now it was even more uncontrollable like sifting bran.

The dripping blood flowed into the dial along the finger, and the blood-stained scale line was about to be filled with blood, but it was still far from enough.

The three seconds that had to be achieved in the original plan had only passed half of it!

For the sin object to take effect, the living must pay the price.

The three human skin skeletons had already brushed past Lan Yu's nose, the one in the front was only half a step away from the door of the master bedroom, and the one at the end had already arrived in front of him.

Lan Yu's breathing was extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a weight of several hundred kilograms, and his hands were shaking as they pressed on the dial.

This was the price of the sin object, and the severe pain of his fingers connecting to his heart.

In the dim darkness, he could see the dry and empty eye sockets of the human skin skeleton, casting a ferocious look at him.

But Lan Yu was not attacked, perhaps because of the female ghost lying on his shoulder at the moment, or perhaps the skeletons' first goal was to break the existing deadlock in the master bedroom.

But even so, time was not enough.

Lan Yu saw that the first human skin skeleton had already melted half of its body into the door of the master bedroom, and his eyes were almost bloodshot.

When carrying out a mission, it has always been a matter of doing one's best and leaving the rest to fate.

The power of a living person is never enough in front of a ghost, even if it is borrowed from a sin object.

No matter how good his plan is, it is ultimately difficult to compete with the terrifying supernatural power. The ability of the first ghost alone is enough to destroy all his calculations.

"Calculation, calculation... but no confrontation!"

Lan Yu underestimated the ghost, and at the same time, he also understood that he had no ability to delay the three needles for 3 seconds as originally planned, and 30 seconds in reality.

Whether Mei Sheng understood his intention, whether the ghost tide climbing the building could be confirmed...

All of this was the result of his deduction, with a probability of success, but also a probability of failure.

But Lan Yu was a rigorous person, with a paranoid planning in his character. Regardless of whether the result could be established, he had to ensure the successful implementation of the plan.

The trembling of the three needles had been suppressed to a terrible degree, and the sharpness of the needles had crushed the three fingers of his left hand, and there was no price to pay from then on.

The effect of the sin object was about to be completely extinguished.

Lan Yu finally tilted his head to look at the female ghost. It was still so independent of the matter, but it looked back when the living looked at it.

It would not move, even if the first ghost crack failed, this might be part of the rule.

After Lan Yu kept this in mind, he finally made a difficult decision.

He raised his broken left hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist. Just before the sin object lost its effect, he smashed the dial and the three needles hard.

"Bang!"

The shattering of a dial was not so loud, and the three needles flying out and falling to the ground were not so crisp.

However, their destruction brought a powerful and uncontrollable spiritual power.

The price Lan Yu paid was only enough to support the extension of 2 seconds by ten times, that is, 20 seconds, not even a moment longer.

When he knew that he could no longer extend the last second in the plan, he decided to forcibly smash the three needles in the last diversion stage of the second second!

The spiritual power that had not yet retreated, including the diversion of time, danced uncontrollably in the entire room 201.

Lan Yu flew backwards and hit the wall hard. Some bones behind him made a crisp sound, and the bones were broken.

As he collapsed to the ground, he gushed out a large amount of blood, which also splashed on the ground in front of him and the human skin skeleton closest to him.

He paid a heavy price and destroyed the three needles that were still in effect.

Under normal circumstances, it is not difficult or scary to destroy a sin object.

Xue Tinghai had once smashed the porcelain bottle that Ji Li had taken away with a gun, and nothing happened.

But now the three needles are still in effect, which is equivalent to breaking the heated soup pot, and the boiling water will inevitably splash out and explode with high temperature.

The consequences are difficult to predict.

"I tried my best..."

Lan Yu was seriously injured and almost lost all his ability to move, and he couldn't even raise his hands.

But this destructive feat was really effective.

The first two of the three human skin skeletons were already infinitely close to the master bedroom, and even the first one was about to disappear in the master bedroom.

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But at the moment when the three needles were broken, their figures appeared in a garbled moment.

This frame was in the kitchen, the next frame appeared in the living room, and then immediately moved to Lan Yu...

The time diversion was forcibly stopped, resulting in a major disorder of time, and the three human skin skeletons that had been the objects of the spell became victims.

Of course, they will not disappear, but at least in this second of real time, they will never be able to enter the master bedroom.

Lan Yu forcibly completed his three-second plan at the cost of a sin object being destroyed and being seriously injured.

At the same time, the situation in the master bedroom also reached the end.

Ke Xinyi had long lost her specific form, and was wiped out to the point that only a handful of ashes remained on the ground, emitting an extremely dim green light.

The Dream of the Garden would naturally not be sung anymore, but a vague bloody figure could be seen struggling and moving.

A large amount of blood-red silk threads were woven into a net, dividing the master bedroom into two with the bed as the boundary, and it was still moving forward.

It belonged to Yan Ji's ability. The blood net opened towards the first-hand ghost, as if to bind it, but it was obviously ineffective. It could only be torn and reorganized continuously.

This blood net had long lost its confrontational attributes and assumed more defensive functions.

And Clyde behind him was much more miserable than Lan Yu outside.

The silk scarf that had covered his face had long been lost at his feet, and he was bare, bloody and speechless, which was particularly creepy.

At this moment, he was pinching the silver cross hanging on his chest with his shaking hands, and muttering something indistinctly.

The voice was strange and terrifying, because the tone was like the evil wind blowing from hell, which made people shudder.

But under the influence of this voice, Yan Ji, who had transformed into a ghost on the bed, crawled back from the edge of dissipation again and again.

At the same time, for the first-hand ghost, its figure was sometimes there and sometimes not, like the frame extraction in the movie, existing now and disappearing in the next second.

The cross and the unknown scripture seemed to be a very powerful trump card of Clyde, suspected to have the dual effects of auxiliary and confrontation.

But even so, he had already reached his limit.

The voice became weaker and weaker, and the hand holding the cross became weaker and weaker. His eyelids kept fighting, and his vitality was rapidly fading.

Using the fight between ghosts, weakening one side and strengthening the weak balance of the other side, as he finished his last word, it was completely unbalanced and collapsed.

After turning into a ghost, Yan Ji completely turned into a pool of blood, and the blood net blocking him in the air disappeared.

But the first ghost was on the ceiling, shaking its seven terrifying and ferocious arms, climbing up at a high speed, aiming at the living person it had killed long ago.

Clyde had no choice but to wait for death.

Being able to hold on for 30 seconds in the vortex of three ghosts was already an exceptionally good luck.

Even if the first ghost didn't kill him, the terrifying price of the sin object would have to harvest his life.

The approaching limit of this 30-second time brought the horror of the first ghost and the lonely end of Clyde.

The blue eyes were completely powerless to close, the golden hair scattered in front of the forehead, and the breath of death was strong.

However, at this moment, the melodious and powerful sound penetrated the reinforced concrete wall like a rotten wood.

One after another, the metal sound piled up like waves, hitting every corner of Yu Lao Street, including the chaotic room 201.

The hand in the mouth of the first ghost was about to pinch Clyde's tongue, but was stopped urgently. No matter how it struggled, it was useless. Time was frozen at this moment.