Wang Ye nodded silently: "Yes."
"But why do they do this?"
Zhang Kai asked with some confusion.
Wang Ye was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the ceiling: "It's water."
"water?"
"That's right, all I can think of is that they would subconsciously touch it only if water drops fell on their necks."
Wang Ye frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said.
"In other words, this ghost's killing pattern is water."
"Touch the water dripping from the ceiling."
"At least one of the rules of killing should be like this."
After listening to Wang Ye's words, Zhang Zhang fell into silence. After a long time, he took a deep look at Wang Ye.
This young man looked so mysterious in his open eyes.
Even though he is an ordinary person, he still feels a little scared.
In just over ten minutes, Wang Ye had already given him too many shocks. But the most exaggerated thing is that he deduced a killing pattern of ghosts based on just one scene in front of him.
If Wang Ye knew Zhang Kai's inner thoughts, he would probably answer...
After experiencing one supernatural event after another and paying the price of countless lives, people... will naturally grow.
People at this point in time are still too young.
"It is currently impossible to determine whether the ghost has other methods of killing."
"But what is certain is..."
"This ghost can grow."
Wang Ye said with solemnity in his eyes: "The sound of water drops falling is becoming more and more frequent."
"If the ground is covered with a layer of water, it's going to be difficult."
"I suggest you inform the members of your team to be careful of water drops. Don't let a few die inexplicably. That would be interesting."
Wang Ye glanced at Kai Zhang and said.
Zhang Zhang was silent for a few seconds, then took out his phone and sent a text message. He looked at the dim light of the phone and didn't know what he was thinking.
After a minute, he took a breath and relaxed a little.
"Our team members will arrive in about 10 minutes."
I don’t know why, but Zhang Zhang felt a little more confident when he said this. Maybe it was because he was controlled by Wang Ye throughout the whole process and was severely hit.
Wang Ye nodded slightly: "The easiest way now is to cover your head with clothes, stand still, and wait for rescue."
"..."
Zhang Zhang was silent for a few seconds, and his voice became a little deeper: "But in ten minutes, who knows how far the ghost will grow."
"And...how many people will die."
Listening to Zhang Zhang's words, Wang Ye, who had always been calm, had a faint smile on his lips, and there was also a faint admiration in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Zhang.
"Now that you know, what are you waiting for?"
But Wang Ye's voice was as calm as ever, as if nothing could change his mood. In this terrifying environment, the subconscious made people feel more at ease.
As he spoke, Wang Ye took off his coat, held it with both hands, and put it over his head: "Now I can only gamble."
"Bet the water droplets must touch the skin to die."
"Of course, you also have to pray that your shoes are waterproof."
As Wang Ye spoke, he walked to the wall and took a deep breath: "Now, let me test it for you."
Wang Ye stepped over.
Above his head, a drop of water fell on Wang Ye's school uniform, making a dull sound.
Wang Ye's expression did not change at all, and he waited quietly.
Three seconds later...
"Does it have to touch the skin?"
"It seems we are very lucky, follow me."
Wang Ye analyzed calmly, then said silently and continued to move forward.
Zhang Zhang looked at Wang Ye's leaving figure with complicated eyes.
How strong is this person's psychology? That step, although it seems simple and easy.
But as long as the speculation fails, the price paid will be death.
It's totally dancing on the edge of a knife.
However, an ordinary person has fulfilled his promise of cannon fodder and achieved this step. If he shrinks back, he may not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.
He smiled self-deprecatingly, silently imitating Wang Ye, taking off his coat and holding it above his head.
In the dark corridor.
There were mummies everywhere, except for two figures, one in front and one behind, walking silently without making any sound.
The picture is extremely weird.
"Speed up the pace, the water drops are getting faster and faster. If our clothes get soaked, we can die with them."
Wang Ye frowned slightly, feeling the speed of the water droplets as he spoke, while speeding up his steps and walking forward.
Zhang Zhang followed Wang Ye. His expression changed when he heard this, and he gritted his teeth and also sped up.
One minute later.
The door to the principal's office.
"Stand behind me and I'll open the door!"
Wang Ye said and kicked the door of the principal's office fiercely.
'boom! '
The door was kicked open by Wang Ye. Opening the door with his hands at this time was tantamount to asking for death. Although kicking the door seemed a bit reckless, it was the best way at this time.
Inside the door...
The body of a middle-aged man was lying on the desk. His body was in the shape of a mummy, no different from the deceased in the corridor.
Wang Ye silently took a step back and retreated behind Zhang Kai.
He has perfectly fulfilled his duties as a test and cannon fodder, and now it is no longer within his capabilities.
What made Wang Ye solemn was that the sound of dripping water became more frequent in the room, and there was even a shallow layer of water on the ground.
Through the green light that opened his eyes, Wang Ye could vaguely see a shadow floating behind the principal in the room, and on the desk, there was a bottle made of gold, the lid of which was opened at some point.
"court death!"
Wang Ye's eyes were gloomy and terrifying. The golden bottle was obviously a container to seal the ghost. This ghost had been suppressed!
But he was turned on by this person!
There is no doubt that the person who opened the bottle is the principal.
After the eternal night, terror revives. Now there are still people who dare to open the sealed gold jewelry!
"Open up, there are still a few minutes!"
Wang Ye took a deep breath and asked silently.
"9 minutes."
"How long can your powers suppress ghosts?"
"Five minutes is my limit."
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his open mouth.
It's too late...
Fortunately, the only good news at the moment is that the shadow just stood there indifferently and did not move.
This kind of ghost without action is already relatively easy to deal with.
At least...
After killing a person in the teaching building, this ghost has no one to kill.
"Hold on for four minutes and start suppressing after four minutes!"
Wang Ye closed his eyes, remained silent for a few seconds, then opened them suddenly and said.
"..."
Zhang Zhang nodded silently.
Wang Ye's move will still cause innocent deaths of people within four minutes.
But he did not question the Virgin Mary, because he knew that this was the best solution.
Although it sounds cold-blooded,...
This is the only option that can save more people.
