Just as Zhou Yu had thought before, this psychic game, which was quite scary in description, was quite boring in practice. Especially for bystanders, the only thing they can do is to stand outside and wait. Although I don’t know how it goes inside, as long as you are not a claustrophobic person, you will probably be emotionally numb during the twenty minutes of walking in circles.
Just as he was thinking, Chen Wei next to him suddenly said: "Are you still sleepy?
"I don't."
"The expression doesn't look energetic. Are you still not interested in this game?"
Zhou Yu raised his head and glanced at him: "You're not interested either, are you? You've been able to ride a bicycle for so long, so you're probably not too fragile to play this game."
"That's part of the reason. However, I'm not interested in participating in the game, but I am still very interested in the game's mechanics."
"mechanism?"
Chen Wei showed a slightly embarrassed expression, but still smiled and said: "It's just my personal opinion, just a shallow fantasy. Have you read the book "The Golden Bough"?"
Zhou Yu shook his head. He had little interest in literature and didn't know what book Chen Wei was talking about.
"The full name should be "The Golden Bough: A Study of Witchcraft and Religion"... Don't look at me like that. Although the name is a bit strange, this is a modern academic popular science work. I won't explain the details yet. In short, the book A point was put forward: Witchcraft rituals follow two laws. The first is the law of similarity, which uses similar objects to obtain power. For example, using a glass of water to cast a spell to make it rain heavily; the second is the law of contact. Through contact, it will Infecting someone with the same properties, for example, through their hair can cast a curse on them. The use of these two laws is what is called 'sympathetic witchcraft'."
"Then what? Which kind of four-corner game is this?"
Chen Wei was still smiling troubledly. He paused and said, "I'm afraid it doesn't count either way."
"So are you telling me so much just to show off your knowledge?"
"I didn't mean that. However, this game is not a real witchcraft after all. Modern opera, dance, and painting all first developed from witchcraft. The form is inherited, but its core spirit has become Is it understandable that they represent completely different things? Modern dancers do not move their limbs in order to pray to God. In the same way, games are just games. Even if they imitate the form of witchcraft, they may not be effective. The name is It's a very important concept in witchcraft, but when it's called a game, I think its nature changes."
Seeing Zhou Yu's frown and half-understanding expression, he immediately added: "If there are really ghosts tonight, or that model lady suddenly jumps up to chase us, just treat what I just said as if I didn't say it .”
"...You are so timid."
"I'm not confident in my hands-on ability. It would be okay if it were a ghost, but I'm more afraid of the model lady."
"Don't worry, even if she gets up, she won't go to you first."
Zhou Yu said calmly, then turned his face away, no longer paying attention to the other party's questioning gaze.
He looked at the other two people waiting on the street. Cen Bin was squatting and playing mobile games, while Zhang Mumu was staring at the screen of his mobile phone, watching and cheering attentively. Neither of them seemed to pay attention to the conversation just now.
The four of them stood outside the street for a while, and the door of the clothing store was pushed open from the inside. Xinsu Suda shook his head, and the other four people came out unscathed.
"How! How!"
Zhang Mumu immediately ran to Xiong Qiaoer, who was stretching, and asked excitedly. In reply, Xiong Qiaoer made a V-sign gesture to her.
"Yeah! It was very exciting when walking around the room! But actually nothing happened. It was pretty boring after that."
"Did the model move?"
"How could it possibly move! You are the same, Mu Mu. Putting such a thing in the middle of the room makes me feel a little hairy."
Despite such complaints, Xiong Qiaoer's expression was very excited, giggling as he spoke. As far as Zhou Yu knew, she was one of the few people who stayed in the club for a long time just because of her hobbies. In contrast, the two brothers surnamed Xing didn't say anything, with a bit of relief on their faces as they returned to the light. These two were freshmen who were kidnapped, and they were obviously not as bold as the seniors.
"If you have anything to say, we'll talk later. The next group will come in with me."
The president picked up Zhang Mumu's collar and dragged the little man into the clothing store, half pulling and half carrying him. Zhou Yu and Cen Bin both followed.
After the four people entered the house, they each took their own corner according to Xin Susu's instructions. Starting from Xin Susu at the nearest store door, they are Zhou Yu, Cen Bin and Zhang Mumu.
"Are you all ready? Then let me start."
Xin Susu said, closing the store door completely, and the room fell into darkness.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of high-heeled footsteps came from the door, coming all the way behind Zhou Yu and patting him gently on the back.
Zhou Yu walked forward holding on to the wall, and soon touched the tall and strong human body in front of him. Cen Bin's body is very strong, and you can even feel the muscles on his back when he is being slapped, making it easy to distinguish.
Next is Zhang Mumu. Sure enough, with the sound of light footsteps, Zhang Mumu moved to an empty corner near the door and let out a cheerful cough.
After coughing, Zhang Mumu moved forward, walked behind Xin Susu, and started the second round of movement.
After three rounds like this, Zhou Yu had completely lost interest. The room was quite quiet, and even though no one spoke, he could clearly tell who was walking because the footsteps were completely different.
The only one wearing high heels was Xin Susu. Since they were stiletto heels, no matter how gently she walked, they would definitely make a clicking sound. Cen Bin's voice is dull when he walks, and there is often a slight creaking sound, like basketball shoes that have been worn for a long time. Although Zhang Mumu's shoes are fine, she likes to bounce around and her steps also appear to be very rhythmic.
These sounds may be difficult to identify in normal times, but at this moment, it was dark, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The only person who didn't make any footsteps was Zhou Yu, who was wearing soft cloth shoes, so he could be said to have the greatest chance of cheating. But he wasn't bored to that point yet.
As long as these twenty minutes are dealt with, you can go to bed early and leave all tomorrow's classes and troubles to Zhou Yu. Two consecutive days of night travel had left him exhausted, and even forging a diary found it difficult.
If this continues, Zhou Yu will go to a psychiatric hospital sooner or later.
Moreover, in order to ensure the time for night outings, he always followed Zhou Yu's living habits and applied sleeping pill powder in her drinking cup. It's not a big deal if this happens occasionally. In the long run, it will be harmful to the body, and it will also lead to drug resistance.
Should a stronger narcotic be used? Then you have to consider dependency and purchase cost. This is not something that can be obtained through formal channels, and it may lead to additional risks.
While thinking about this, Xin Susu patted him behind him. He held on to the wall and continued to walk forward. His palms first touched the smooth surface of the window, and then the door frame of the store door.
There should be an empty corner here.
However, just before coughing, his palm touched Cen Bin's back.
He pushed lightly subconsciously, and Cen Bin walked forward.
