In front of him was a European-style cemetery, and it was night. Rows of pale tombstones stood neatly, as if the earth had grown teeth, and the loose soil was the festering gums.
A tall statue of a god was erected in the center of the cemetery. Its white and shiny appearance was smeared with a layer of glaze by the scarlet moonlight. The hands placed on the chest held a bright red object, which was cruel and dazzling.
Qisi walked over leisurely, and suddenly there was a "swish" sound behind his ears.
He turned his head in response and saw a white hand bone breaking out of the soil, looking like a bloody rose in the scarlet light.
"it's beautiful."
Qisi held his breath for fear of disturbing the rare beauty.
He watched intently as his hand bones bent and his fingertips dug into the soil, using the support of the ground to drag his entire body out inch by inch, like a ridiculous dance at a Dionysian banquet.
The bones of his hand twisted and struggled, but he couldn't pull himself out of the earth for a long time.
Qisi kindly stepped forward, grabbed the hand bone's wrist, used all his strength, and pulled it out like a carrot.
The "click" sound of broken bones sounded suddenly, just like the sound made by accidentally breaking my father's finger bones when making specimens for the first time in my memory.
Everything in the dream was chaotic and hazy, and the painful memories failed to trigger the same amount of sadness, and were quickly suppressed by the fantasy in front of him.
The bones of the hand are as smooth as jade, and the beauty is breathtaking. Thinking that he could soon take it as his own, Qisi smiled and frowned.
However, the next second, clusters of gray mist occupied all his sight, and a strong wind suddenly rose, blowing him backwards.
His back hit the ground, and his whole body trembled. Qisi opened his eyes on the bed and looked at the ceiling above his head, which was mottled with grass buds and black spots.
"When-when-when-"
The bell outside the door rang evenly, like a stone falling into a pool, dull, solemn and distant, pressing over with a melancholy whimper.
It's three o'clock in the morning.
Qisi pulled himself away from the discomfort of being interrupted in the middle of his sweet dream, and quickly realized that Shen Ming's previous suggestion of "Don't think about anything and continue sleeping" was nonsense, and "Don't think about pink." Elephant” is just as outrageous.
He immediately put his right hand on his left wrist and counted the seconds based on his pulse.
The sound of light and skillful footsteps sounded above my head, like the tapping of a wooden cane or the dancing steps of a tiptoe. When I heard it, it sounded like ants crawling on my heart.
Ziss noticed that the footsteps upstairs were obviously different from Miss Anna's footsteps.
The voice was lighter and trembling, giving people the impression that they would lose their footing and fall down at any time.
Not Miss Anna, is there someone else on the third floor?
Who could it be? Is it a ghost or a living person?
Qisi turned his head and glanced at Lin Chen beside him. He was breathing evenly and was so dizzy that he was not woken up.
The sudden death point has nothing to do with him. In a sense, ignorant fools often get the simplest luck.
While waiting in vain, the footsteps above me started ringing again, then stopped without warning.
About half a minute later, a burst of footsteps at the same pace came from the direction of the stairs.
——Things from upstairs have come down.
Zeiss held his breath and stared in the direction of the door with his eyes wide open.
Slight murmurs lingered in the corridors, approaching and then receding, as if they were looking for something, yet unhurried, like walking aimlessly.
The sound stopped at a certain place, and then, there was a knock on the door in the silence, and a soft and slow "knock-knock" sound spread between the floors.
If Qisi remembered correctly, the door that was knocked was the door of Room 1 where Ye Zi and Zou Yan lived, which was diagonally opposite to his room.
The two of them were probably asleep, and the knock on the door was like a mud cow drowning in the sea, without causing a ripple.
The thing outside the door knocked for a while, but when there was no response, it had to let out a long sigh and give up.
The footsteps sounded again, but they changed direction. This time, as if they had a target, they went from far to near in a few seconds.
"Knock knock knock."
The familiar knocking sound fell on Qisi's door, the frequency was the same as the previous one.
Knowing that the thing in the corridor, whether human or ghost, was only one door away from him, Qisi calmed down.
He carefully sat up in bed, trying not to make too much noise.
The rich fragrance of flowers condensed in the air, and there was a rustling sound between the cracks in the door, as if something had squeezed in.
Qisi turned the bracelet on his right wrist, and the cold blade popped out and was held between his two fingers.
"Knock knock knock." The thing outside the door knocked three more times, and then stood silently for a while.
There was no response, the footsteps gradually faded away, and the strange noises between the cracks in the door stopped for an instant.
Qisi breathed a sigh of relief, but still squinted his eyes slightly, breathing long and slow, almost blending into the silence around him.
Sure enough, the next second, the steps that were supposed to go away suddenly turned back.
It was an impressive comeback.
"Are you asleep?"
A woman's voice sounded outside the door, soft and slender, vague as if she was talking in sleep.
It sounded like Miss Anna's voice, but it was a little distorted, giving people an indescribable weird feeling.
Qisi remained silent, his fingertips firmly clasping the blade. A trace of tension stimulated untimely excitement, and his breathing became a little rapid.
"Are you asleep?" asked again.
The current situation is clear. Staying awake at night undoubtedly means danger, but I don’t know how the danger will come, and whether it will break into the door unreasonably.
From beginning to end, Ziss had been counting the seconds in his mind, so he can still tell the exact time - three eleven minutes and twenty-seven seconds in the morning.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the ghosts outside the door could not attack him directly.
"You're not sleeping, right? Let me in, okay?" "Miss Anna" outside the door said softly, as if persuading, as if pleading.
Qisi glanced at the rules on the system interface and stopped at the fourth one.
[4. Don’t refuse Miss Anna’s request and try to satisfy everything she asks. Miss Anna hates disobedient guests]
To satisfy Miss Anna's request, do we really have to open the door and invite her in?
However, is it really Miss Anna outside the door?
[5. Miss Anna likes to wear red skirts. Miss Anna wearing a red skirt can be trusted; if you see Miss Anna wearing black clothes, please try to keep a distance from her]
There isn't even a peephole on the door of the guest room. How can you tell what color Miss Anna is wearing outside the door?
The violation at dinner can be justified by saying "the law does not punish the public". Still violating the law now is almost equivalent to saying to God, "I want to die, don't save me."
Qisi touched his chin and thought for a while, then decisively decided to continue pretending to be dead.
After all, the person outside the door was clearly requesting. How could requests and demands be confused?
And doesn’t “try your best” itself mean something you can do or not do?
Ziss believed that his logic had no flaws and made sense.
No matter how you deal with an inevitable random event like a natural disaster like waking up at night, you cannot be 100% correct. Whether you live or die depends entirely on luck.
Although he has been unlucky since childhood, he is not afraid of gambling. As long as the risk is within an acceptable range, what if he loses?
After waiting for a long time for a response, Miss Anna's voice became shrill and she screamed loudly: "You're not sleeping! I know you're not sleeping! Open the door and let me in!"
The door panel made the sound of nails digging into the wood. Zeiss could imagine how Miss Anna was lying on the door, scratching angrily.
But this also confirms one thing: Miss Anna cannot enter the room without the player's permission.
Qisi felt much more relieved and sat upright with his chin on his knees, looking straight ahead with interest.
"You still don't see me...why? Why?"
Seeing that she couldn't open Qisi's door after all, as if she had given up, Miss Anna's voice sounded a bit pleading: "Please, please, let me in? I just want to take a look at you..."
"Let me see you, I love you so much...please..."
The voice outside the door suddenly sounded a bit sad, like a resentful girl who couldn't love her, like resentment and admiration.
"You clearly promised me that you would take me with you tonight... You have obviously made an appointment..."
"I love you, and you love me too. You have said it so many times...did you lie and deceive me?"
"The time has come, why don't you come to me? I came to you, why don't you see me?"
The plaintive accusations were mixed with small sobs, which sounded lingering and pathos.
Qisi, who was originally calm and composed, stood on his head for a moment, and his shoulders finally couldn't help but tremble.
Love is definitely something more disgusting to him than shit.
At the recent specimen exhibition, he was surrounded by several interested female tourists and confessed his love. After finally getting away, he rushed straight into the toilet and almost vomited all the food he had eaten the night before...
Now he also wants to vomit, but unfortunately he hasn't had dinner before entering the dungeon. There is a high probability that he will be able to vomit nothing but bile at this moment...
Fortunately, Miss Anna did not continue this script for too long.
After talking to herself for a while, she sighed quietly and murmured to herself: "It seems that she really fell asleep."
Light footsteps sounded, walking towards the last door.
Chiss took a deep breath and exhaled, suppressing the raging nausea back to the bottom of his stomach, but he couldn't relax for long.
In the direction of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sound of wind whistling seemed to be real and illusory. Even though the windows were closed, the sound came straight in.
An alarm bell rang loudly in his heart for no reason. Without thinking and instinctively, Qiss lay back and closed his eyes tightly.
The moment he hit the bed, a gust of wind blew open the curtains from nowhere, and the stool holding the curtains fell to the ground with a clang, making a "crackling" sound.
The house key in his chest pocket felt faintly hot, and lines of text were refreshed on the system interface in the void.
[Name: Key to Room 3]
[Type: props (copies cannot be taken out)]
[Effect: When the holder is in the corresponding room, other entities cannot forcefully enter the room without the holder's permission]
[Note: Guests should also have the right to be alone, which is polite; of course, except when the host is extremely angry]
Qiss felt a line of sight falling on him as if it were substantial, licking every corner of it stickyly.
He calmly kept his breathing steady, as if he was really asleep.
The gaze outside the window stayed for a full minute before reluctantly moving away.
There was a sigh floating in the night wind, which sounded like disappointment and helplessness: "It seems that I really fell asleep..."
In the darkness, Qisi silently opened his eyes a crack, and through the misty moonlight, he could vaguely see a woman's back outside the French window.
The long black dress was dragged to the ground, and the whole body was embedded in the sea of roses, like an ink mark.
It's Miss Anna!
At the same time, you can hear the knocking on the door of Shen Ming and Chang Xu's room No. 2, unhurried and never stopping...
…
In Room 2, Shen Ming opened his eyes as early as three o'clock in the morning.
Thinking of the first two rules, he panicked for a moment, and even the rhythm of his breathing was messed up for a few beats.
He is not a person with ideas. In fact, he became the workshop director of the factory by working through seniority. On weekdays, he does nothing if he can. This time, it was too bold for him to stand up, pretend to be fat, and seize the leadership position.
But he had no choice. This was his third dungeon. If the rumors were correct, his mortality rate in this dungeon would be much higher than that of others, and he would be shattered to pieces if he was not careful. He must take advantage as much as possible, preferably by tricking other players into going to mines for him.
Unfortunately, things didn't go well. Chang Xu had a good idea, and no matter what he said, he kept a cold face and said nothing; Zou Yan seemed to have a good temper, but she was obviously someone with her own plans; that Qisi even used a gun and a stick to fight against him. Is it idle or something?
Shen Ming couldn't help but blame his niece in his heart for giving him advice. She talked about "establishing a reliable and upright character" and "occupying the moral high ground". It was easy to say, but in fact, it was impossible to operate at all. Instead, she put herself on the line. Roast over fire.
"Knock knock knock."
The knock on the door passed through the first two rooms, like the guillotine falling suddenly on the execution platform, and finally came together with the footsteps.
Shen Ming's whole body tensed up and he broke into a cold sweat uncontrollably.
A soft female voice came from outside the door: "You're not sleeping, right? Let me in, okay?"
[4. Don’t refuse Miss Anna’s request and try to satisfy everything she asks. Miss Anna hates disobedient guests]
The rules on the system interface were clear and clear. Shen Ming sat up and was about to get out of bed.
Without warning, a pair of cold hands covered his mouth from behind and pushed him back onto the bed.
Shen Ming struggled fiercely subconsciously, and then heard Chang Xu's low voice coming from the side: "If you don't want to die, just be quiet. Don't let Miss Anna know that we are awake."
As if to confirm his words, the voice outside the door became shrill: "I know you're not asleep! Open the door and let me in!"
'She already knows! It's against the rules if you don't open the door! ' Shen Ming screamed silently in his heart, unable to stay rational anymore.
He struggled suddenly, and although Chang Xu was still controlling him on the bed, he still made a loud "bang" sound.
As if some switch had been touched, the door made a long "squeak" sound and opened slowly and smoothly automatically.
A red figure stood at the door, with messy white hair covering most of his face. It was easy to think of the rumored red-clothed ghost who came here to seek his life.
Shen Ming was startled, then remembered that the fifth rule said "Miss Anna in a red skirt can be trusted", and he felt relieved again.
However, in the next second, several vines stretched out from the darkness, entangled the red figure and dragged it back, mixed with the sobs of "Why do you still come to see him?"
At the same time, several more vines rushed into the room and headed towards the big bed.
Shen Ming's heart almost stopped beating, but fortunately he was not completely unprepared. Before entering the dungeon, he used all his wealth to exchange for life-saving props from the guild.
He raised his hand tremblingly, held the amulet hanging on his chest, and activated its effect.
[Name: Disaster-Reversing Talisman]
[Type: props]
[Effect: Minimize the sense of presence and avoid strange sight (duration 30 seconds)]
[Note: They can’t see you anymore, so they have to find your roommate]
The amulet in the palm of his hand was faintly hot, and Shen Ming saw that the vines that were originally coming towards him turned around and stabbed Chang Xu next to him...
