seven days...
Today was just the first day. In just a few hours, he had already experienced two supernatural events.
The first time was the fourth hour after he arrived in this world.
The second time was almost three hours later...
Will the time between supernatural events be pushed forward?
Cheng Ye raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Seconds flew by quickly, minutes following closely behind.
Only the hour hand moved slowly, and there was no movement for a long time.
When he arrived in this world, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning, almost eleven o'clock.
It was almost two-thirty after meeting Professor Guo and chatting with him.
After sitting in the car for a while and talking on the phone with Professor Guo, those grimaces came to him.
Calculating the time, it was exactly about four hours.
However, the first event seems to have a gate of life and a gate of death.
The security guard uncle who looks fierce is actually his biological son.
He followed the security uncle's advice and turned off the music.
So those grimaces behind him didn't do anything to him.
It felt like they were densely surrounding him, just scolding him.
"Look! This is the man who just disturbed us!"
The second supernatural event happened just now in the study room.
The first one is still coherent.
But what about the second one.
The second one seemed to come out of nowhere and made no sense.
What did I do to make it, or should I say, they want to kill it?
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes and stood in the daylight without moving for a long time.
There must be clues.
Cheng Ye turned his face sideways and looked at the opened invisible door carefully.
This door is made to blend into the wall.
The purpose is to prevent anyone from discovering that there is a door here.
But through my sensitivity to space, I directly judged that there should be a room here, so I opened the door...
Could it be——
No strangers are allowed to enter this space?
Because he didn't enter the room as usual, they thought he was disturbing them?
Cheng Ye's thoughts spread out.
All kinds of strange speculations came to mind.
This guess feels like the most reliable guess.
Because what he wanted to tell him about the first supernatural incident was that they like to be quiet and should not be disturbed?
If they are the same thing.
Then their habits should be the same.
The purpose of every supernatural incident is to give yourself more information so you can compete with it.
There will be no unsolvable copies of the game.
Therefore, there should be life-saving clues hidden in these seemingly inconspicuous incidents.
After entering the study, he rummaged through the boxes and looked at things, which must have disturbed them again.
So they want to kill themselves to show their dissatisfaction?
Cheng Ye narrowed his eyes.
At that time, the sense of crisis that my life was hanging by a thread seemed to still be immersive.
That chilling feeling has not diminished at all.
It seems that if I slow down for a second, I will die here.
So what are they?
Is it... what Xiao Wang said?
Cheng Ye frowned.
My thoughts are still confused.
Before Shitou could figure out what was going on, another bunch of unknown things came out.
but.
Why could he see those things the first time, but nothing the second time?
Is there any reason?
Cheng Ye shook his head and walked towards the bathroom.
His arm was very itchy and red and swollen, like a small continuous mountain range. One after another bulges covered the entire arm.
The hair was squeezed into a pile, and the red and swollen bumps formed deep gaps in the flesh of Cheng Ye's arms.
It was so densely packed that it felt like there were tens of millions of ants crawling around.
Cheng Ye wanted to wash it to relieve the itching.
From what he felt, the sticky stuff seemed to be spreading on his arms.
Just like the squid tentacles I touched when rushing to the sea in the morning, they tightly wrapped the arms, and the sticky body fluids spread throughout the arms...
Cheng Ye stood in front of the mirror.
Get ready to wash your arms.
Suddenly, he froze.
The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the dark pupils were filled with incredulity.
Lean forward, bringing your face closer to the mirror.
There were two small drops of red marks on the tip of his nose.
Already done.
Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and touched the tip of his nose.
It feels rough to the touch, like a scab.
So this is...blood scab?
Cheng Ye sniffed hard, and seemed to smell a faint smell of blood in the air that was full of the smell of disinfectant.
But not much.
Instantly, he thought of the two warm 'water drops' that had just fallen.
This is blood.
Was blood dripping from the bottomless ceiling at that time?
Cheng Ye couldn't help but imagine that there was a hot corpse dripping above his head, maybe with a big mouth open, and blood dripping from the mouth...
Cheng Ye was agitated and shuddered.
It is not a good thing for people to associate too easily.
Cheng Ye turned on the faucet and quickly washed his arms.
Although he couldn't see anything.
But it seems that the viscous liquid can be touched.
Something like snot was wrapped around his arm.
The cool water flowing over his skin made him feel better.
With repeated washes, the nauseating feeling gradually faded away.
My arms were already red and swollen like allergies.
It's just that they are different from ordinary allergies. They look more like wheals, one by one.
Cheng Ye splashed water on his face vigorously, rubbed his face, and washed away the dried blood on the tip of his nose.
I don’t know how long it took.
Only then did he feel like he had washed himself clean.
If it were ordinary blood, he wouldn't feel it at all.
But for some reason, he had an instinctive fear of these two drops of liquid.
It's like, they're going to sway him.
Turn him into the same monster.
After cleaning, Cheng Ye stood there and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked at himself in the mirror.
He seemed a little haggard and tired.
This is not his face, it looks so unfamiliar.
Originally, using someone else's body would make people feel particularly uncomfortable.
But in the game, this seems to be a matter of course.
Cheng Ye smiled and summarized the clues he had just discovered:
First, this blood does not have a strong smell, it is light and seems to be there but not at all.
Second, after those things touch you, the traces they cause will be real.
Third, according to his guess, the world is indeed merging, and maybe after a while, all those things will be visible.
The reason why he can see faces but not see them in the second supernatural event is because the world has not yet fully merged.
But the third one is just his guess, it may not be correct, there are other possibilities.
Cheng Ye picked up a towel and wiped the water on his face.
According to current judgment, the next supernatural event will come in two hours.
He had to think of a countermeasure before that.
...
Cheng Ye walked out of the room and prepared to go into the study to take out the notebook.
Halfway through the kitchen.
He stopped again.
Eh? Why aren't you hungry?
Cheng Ye frowned strangely. It stands to reason that he has been in this world for so long, and it is almost evening now, so why is he not feeling hungry at all...
It's already past six in the afternoon.
If the original owner had not eaten breakfast, he had not eaten for nearly a day now...
...I am not a monster, right...
Cheng Ye froze on the spot.
Probably not. This is an upgrade mission. If you need to kill yourself, how can you play it?
Cheng Ye shook his head, quickly returned to the study, picked up his notebook and ran out.
He had no intention of entering this study.
He had just figured out what the student door in the study was.
It was the first movement.
That was the cue for him to come out.
After he came out, the sound disappeared, they were satisfied, and a certain balance was reached.
But he didn't get this information at the time.
He went back again.
Therefore, they no longer showed mercy, but felt provoked and wanted to kill him.
This is Cheng Ye's guess for now.
Ah, such a dense collection of supernatural events.
He is also so cunning that people speculate about his origin.
Is this really the level of dungeon difficulty from beginner to intermediate?
Cheng Ye squinted his eyes.
There must be something wrong with my thinking.
Cheng Ye didn't give himself much time to sigh.
The most important thing for him now is to quickly find a way to survive.
If these inexplicable invisible things appeared once and required a prop, then he wouldn't survive tomorrow.
Moreover, the current speculation seems to have too many holes.
The game won't be so difficult that there's no way to escape.
Cheng Ye walked to the sofa with his notebook and sat down calmly.
I don’t know when it was outside the window, but the sun was already setting.
The sunset glowed with red light.
It seemed that the entire land was dyed with blood.
The red afterglow hit Cheng Ye just right, making him look like he was covered in blood.
His cold profile was as cold and ruthless as if it had been cut with a knife.
Cheng Ye opened his notebook, thought for a while, and wrote the first sentence in the blank space.
One, stones bring bad luck.
This is an established fact.
Professor Guo repeated it again and again.
And the seven people who died can prove this point.
So this is the top priority, no matter what happens later, it must revolve around this.
The current troubles are all caused by stones.
...brought by the stone?
Cheng Ye's dark eyes looked at the study on the left with deep meaning.
Dim lights loomed inside.
so......
Cheng Ye put his notebook on the table.
He stood up slowly and came to the invisible door again.
I felt the thickness of the door panel and saw that the milky white paint was the same color as the wall.
Such a thin door.
In fact, if anyone comes in, they will find this space.
It's not hard to guess.
Who would install such a wide and thick wall?
Do you want to re-plan the space?
Therefore, my guess about them just now was wrong...
Cheng Ye smiled and his face became more relaxed.
He discovered details that he had missed.
If the interval between supernatural events is from 4 hours to 3 hours to 2 hours, and so on.
By the next day, it was like he was in a supernatural event every minute.
He will cease to exist and will no longer be able to survive in the real world.
Moreover, in these supernatural events, you also need to allow yourself to survive short-lived and extremely dangerous events.
Even if God comes, he will not survive for seven days.
This is unreasonable.
The game will not be designed to be so rough and devoid of aesthetics just to make people die.
Therefore, his initial deduction was partly wrong.
But now, he has a new idea.
Cheng Ye stretched out his hand and touched the door.
He had no idea what had just attacked him.
But he conceived a simple accident.
There was something dripping blood from the top of his head just now.
When he fled the study, the sound of the attack that followed was like the sound of sharp blades cutting through the air.
This creates a very simple accidental secret room.
(The following is Cheng Ye’s guess)
He entered the study and sat on a chair to check the information as usual.
At this time, the pen accidentally punctured a certain part of the body.
So there will be little blood stains on the chair.
The liquid in the pen happened to make Cheng Ye allergic, so his arm began to become red, swollen and itchy.
At this time, of course I was 'flustered' and wanted to leave the study to deal with the wound.
But he couldn't open the study door.
The design of this door is flawed and its bouncer is not that sensitive.
'Within reason', he did not open the door.
But I don’t know why I knocked down the bookshelf.
The sharp clip of the folder on the bookshelf fell, and it happened to cut my neck.
So, naturally, he died in the room...
Look, what a perfect secret room accident.
It was myself who killed myself.
It was because I wanted to live that I broke into the arms of death.
Everything is your choice.
The scene just now was just a random deduction by Cheng Ye from the sounds he heard when he escaped from the study, the blood stains on the tip of his nose, and his allergic arms.
If he really died in this room.
When someone discovers him, the circumstances of his death will be very similar to what he imagined.
Professor Guo said.
The deaths of those team members seemed like accidents.
Like a carefully calculated accident.
Then I will also die in an 'accident'.
This is in line with the aesthetics of the game.
Cheng Ye smiled.
These supernatural events are part of the bad luck.
They want a perfect accident.
Putting oneself to death is a brilliant performance.
Perhaps, they are all hiding in the darkness and observing themselves.
And this inference can perfectly explain why they don't attack if you don't move in the study.
Because I didn't do anything dangerous.
What they want is a perfect accident, to step into the abyss of death themselves.
Rather than a brutal death like a brain failure.
What they want is our doomed beauty.
The fate of finally dying under bad luck.
It’s a well-choreographed drama.
Even if you are surrounded by bad luck, you can't let yourself die suddenly.
Although sudden death is considered a kind of bad luck.
But this would not be beautiful.
Therefore, the supernatural is an illusory scene.
Doom is real.
Their existence is to serve bad luck.
For example, they block the sight of a speeding car ahead of them.
So I continued to move forward without any scruples.
Bang.
Cars were coming and people were flying, their flesh and blood were mangled, and blood was spattered on the spot.
This is bad luck.
Supernatural events are accompanied by bad luck.
Misfortune is the main one, supernatural beings are the supplement.
This is correct.
After thinking about it, Cheng Ye let go of the hand holding the invisible door.
After the high-intensity mental tension came over, Cheng Ye suddenly collapsed and leaned against the wall like a deflated rubber ball.
He lowered his hands naturally and raised his head to look at the ceiling.
Breathing heavily.
Feeling...a little bit alive.
After a while, Cheng Ye regained his energy.
He walked back to the sofa, sat down, and wrote the second paragraph in his notebook...
