If you don’t understand the source of ghosts, running away from them will actually have no effect. When Deng Changjun realized this, it was actually a little late. He dreamed of a seemingly endless tree-lined path. In front of that path was a group of people wearing black funeral robes, walking quietly.
Tears were unconsciously falling from his eyes. He didn't know where this place was, but he seemed to know something. He ran forward hard, closing the distance. Finally, a person walking at the end of the team stopped and turned around. Pass over.
Her face was covered with a layer of black gauze, making it impossible to see the face behind her. But Deng Changjun was not prepared to see that face clearly. He didn't care about this person at all and just wanted to move forward.
An inexplicable force stopped him.
"You can't go any further," the only one who stopped said in a gentle tone.
"No, wait-"
"You don't belong on that side."
"I don't care about that! Where are they going? Let me take a look - just let me take another look!"
The feeling of knowing what to lose filled his chest, causing Deng Changjun to let out an unimaginable roar, but he was still stopped.
"Go back." Dissuaded again.
Deng Changjun finally turned his attention to the woman in black.
"Why? Even if you die...but at least let me..."
"We will go to the destination of our souls. But you will go to that side... The living and the dead, even the underworld, cannot go together." The woman responded calmly.
Deng Changjun looked at the funeral procession slowly walking away. Everyone was wearing the same clothes and black veil. But it was impossible for him not to recognize...a blood relative who had been with him day and night for more than twenty years since his birth.
"Deng Changli! Is it you! You really--"
Following the words, a black figure paused, turned his head slightly, and then raised his hand.
She made a goodbye gesture, just like when she liked to sleep in and get up late, but she finished breakfast early and rushed to school.
Deng Changjun lost his strength for a moment, opened his mouth and made a vague sound, and slowly lowered his outstretched hand.
"Please go back the way you came." The woman said softly, turned around and followed the funeral procession.
The moment he woke up from the dream, Deng Changjun had tears streaming down his face, and the strong and unbreakable sadness lingered in his heart. Although he had forgotten most of the dream experience, he still knew one thing - Deng Changli was dead. .
He opened the Xiao Deng on the bedside and walked to the table. This is a room in Fan Qi's house, specially prepared for him to use as a guest room. He raised his head and looked out the window. The shadows of the branches swayed by the wind were projected on the curtains, like dancing monsters.
No, it should be...really.
Fan Qi's house is on the fifth floor. Although it is not considered a high-rise building, there are no branches at this height.
Deng Changjun smiled bitterly, when did it start? Do I doubt that Deng Changli is the ghost he saw on Yang Cai's phone? How many ghosts are there? How many are there? Instead, he felt no fear, but instead thought about these issues.
He knew death was coming.
Was it just a dream of extradition? He might have met Deng Changli, so why would he have such a dream?
No - there was no malice in that dream, just endless sadness and regret.
Deng Changjun looked at more and more branches on the curtains, pulled out a stool and sat down, pulled a piece from the note pad, and then took out a pen from the pen holder.
"I made an unforgivable mistake, and I probably died because of it. I still don't know what it was that came to us, but it was definitely not something as simple as an ordinary ghost. Solitaire, ghosts, dreams, so many mysteries are not A dying person like me can think things through quickly. But I hope you who read this message can continue to think about it, because this is the last hope. I only have this feeling - please remove those complicated distractions, Finding the essence, the purest fundamental question, is what I think we have actually grasped.”
The rustling sound had already reached the room, but Deng Changjun did not look back.
"Please continue to think, never give up thinking, never lose your mind, I can only feel it at the end of my life. Even if I fall into a mystery, the feeling of being able to think clearly at the last moment is really..."
He could not continue writing.
[——Uploader, victorious general]
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"Why does this solitaire feel so weird..." Yan Zidan frowned and finished reading this solitaire.
Lu Ning sighed.
"I'm afraid... Sun Shengxi is dead."
Sun Shengxi, also known as General Chang Sheng, is one of his classmates. Although they have never met, Lu Ning can feel a trace of sadness.
Those were not Deng Changjun’s last words in the story.
Although Qian Yipeng said it for a long time, it had only been three or four hours since Zhang Xinqing uploaded it, and it should be early morning outside. When such a story is suddenly uploaded at this time, the hidden meaning is almost very clear. After all, there are probably no classmates who are not aware of the problem.
"You bastard..." Qian Yipeng punched the wall. It was the limit of his character to vent his anger like this.
"Not just us, everyone is trying to solve the problem... Why not unite?" Yan Zidan was also very sad.
The answer is simple, too late.
The time between the start of Solitaire and the full-scale attack by ghosts is short. For example, the time when Zheng Yunting showed the Red Prison here was only shortly after the solitaire started. Most of the other students probably didn't react or were restrained by various situations just after they had some feelings. Fortunately, Lu Ning and his group met early, otherwise they would have been dragged into a certain incident like Wang Zhongnan, and even communications would have been blocked.
From this point of view, there has been no news from Yang Cai, and he may have been killed.
Is this the behavior of a murderer? Lu Ning thought about this question. In fact, even the murderer in the story had not actually killed any of his classmates...at least in an attempted state. Within the scope of the twenty-four people in the Solitaire story, the case has not even begun, so neither the murderer nor the detective have stepped onto the stage yet. But at the same time, both sides also learned about each other's existence based on Solitaire stories.
But what’s the point? At the same time, do you know that there is a powerful enemy hidden among your classmates? But if these two people don't jump out to lead the team, they won't be able to create any effect of dividing the camp. In the end, it will just be these two gods fighting, and the rest will suffer.
There have been too many violations so far. Lu Ning told everyone that she needed to think, found a safe corner to sit down, and carefully thought about all the issues since entering the scene.
Are the detective and the murderer tourists? If this isn't confrontation, it won't be all of it, and if it's simply to raise tourist alert, it might not be all of it. Due to the rules, Lu Ning could not ask Ye Qin in person about her identity, otherwise it would have been confirmed.
Taking this as a point of disagreement for the time being, Lu Ning turned his thinking back to the part written by Sun Shengxi. A person who is on the verge of despair and can still think calmly has a high probability of being a tourist. In addition, he declared his "last words" to everyone in this way. He is also a very skillful person, even a rebel general. If he is unable to rewrite but uploads a paragraph of text, then the thorny problem will fall into the hands of the ghost president again. After all, President Ghost had been secretly pushing for a faster pace. If he wanted to deny Sun Shengxi’s work, he would probably have to wait until twelve hours had passed before he could allocate it again. Then there would be another twelve hours... just one day was spent like this. Drag it out.
Thinking further, if Sun Shengxi was a tourist who could even calculate this step, then his last words would be even more important.
Lu Ning took out her phone and looked at the Solitaire again.
The last part is a very obvious last word, but if you look at Sun Shengxi as a high-level tourist, it is also a reminder. In other words, the last paragraph remains as Deng Changjun's last words, and at the same time, Sun Shengxi's last words should be the entire Solitaire.
President Ghost will definitely not let the article directly point out the real problem, so Deng Changjun in the article must not be able to detect the real truth, but Sun Shengxi may not be aware of it. He may have already noticed it. The real direction should lie in the previous dream, a dream that I have some vague impressions of.
Even this part can only be a metaphor. Deng Changjun can't get over it, and it even mixes in the description of a relationship with Deng Changli... But Lu Ning's heart is unmoved. She studied the text carefully and compared it with the various inconsistencies she had discovered before. The most important thing was the questions prompted by the distribution center.
The information given by the distribution center is accurate and can play word games, but it will never be a lie. This is an absolute premise... Next, the necessary elements for the upgrade scenario must also exist. These are the most credible conditions that Lu Ning can grasp. The second is the various information obtained in the scene.
Indeed, most of them look good, but it's just that she feels good about herself.
"Li Wenyue?" Yan Zidan came over. Lu Ning's expression just now frightened her, so she asked in a low voice, "Are you calm down? We still have to prepare to leave the Red Prison... If there is anything, everyone can leave after Let’s figure it out together.”
"Thank you." Lu Ning nodded, stood up, and put the phone back in his trouser pocket, "Then let's go back to the tenth floor and call Chen Hang, Zhou Shilan, and the others together. Since we want to go together, we have to let them do the same thing. copy."
"Okay, speed up." Xin Mi said.
Everyone quickly returned to the tenth floor through the stairs, but as soon as they got downstairs, Deng Zhiyi noticed something was wrong and stopped everyone with a wave of the bone knife.
"There was blood."
Although it was dark on the tenth floor and there were blood words on the walls, the ground was still clean before. The monsters did not kill people in the corridor, and there was no smell of blood.
Now, there were obviously some blood drops on the ground. Lu Ning knelt down and took a look. The blood stains were still fresh.
"There must be no one in 1001 and 1002." Xin Mi said. This is a fact that everyone set out to investigate before.
Then, either someone else entered the tenth floor by mistake, or the people who were originally on the tenth floor encountered some trouble. Everyone immediately clenched their weapons.
Slowly approaching 1003, and being careful not to violate any taboos, Lu Ning slowly raised her hand to press the doorbell, but at this moment, the door opened, and Duan Ye's still smiling face poked out.
"Oh, are you guys back? Great, please help me."
"What's wrong?"
"That's a long story..."
"Long story short." Lu Ning didn't want to mess around with him here.
"Wang Zhongnan is dead. Chen Hang probably went to look for strength. Miss Zhou is in a state of confusion now. It's not easy for me as a man to persuade her, so you should do it." Duan Ye made way, but his words made everyone It was a big surprise.
"Wang Zhongnan is dead? What happened?" Qian Yipeng asked sharply.
"Come in, I'll tell you." Duan Ye didn't care about Qian Yipeng's mouthparts, shrugged and walked into the house.
The corpses in the toilet were still there. With Duan Ye's narration and Zhou Shilan's confirmation and supplement, everyone finally knew what happened.
"They think they can fight monsters with thermal weapons?" Lu Ning looked at Duan Ye coldly, "They don't understand the dangers involved. Mr. Duan should know, right? Why do they let it go?"
"This is unjust. I have told them the danger clearly. If they persist, what position do I have to stop them as an employee? At most, I will do my best to protect their lives, and I also do We’re here, aren’t we?”
He still had the nerve to ask back, if it were Sister Jin, Old Song, or anyone else here, they would probably hold them down with the toughest attitude.
"Then why did Mr. Duan let Chen Hang leave again?"
"This is his order, and I have confirmed it. Miss Zhou can testify that I warned them before they carried out any dangerous behavior, but I can't control their actions." Duan Ye said matter-of-factly.
This is probably the limit of his bodyguards. Of course, the same may have been true for Mr. Jin and the others before, but they really protected Chen Hang, Zhou Shilan, and even Lu Ning and others as juniors. Including the melee at Zaoyuanzhuang, they were directly toughened by them. He rushed back.
"You..." Yan Zidan was so angry that he couldn't speak.
"There's no need to waste words here." Qian Yipeng said coldly, "Li Wenyue, it's important to find Chen Hang."
"I know, Zhou Shilan, come with us to find Chen Hang. Also, we have a way to get out of here." Lu Ning pulled Zhou Shilan over.
"How to leave? Did you find it? Great." Duan Ye smiled, "I still have to fulfill my responsibility and protect Miss Zhou."
"We won't be like you." Lu Ning said.
Chen Hang's whereabouts are clear. He is a talkative person who actually doesn't trust people casually. Therefore, of the four floors introduced by Xin Mi before, he would only trust the supermarket floor visited by teammates Lu Ning and Yan Zidan. Presumably after such a blow, Chen Hang chose to use this method to improve his strength.
