Cheng Miao was lying on the bed and said in her heart that it was dangerous. This kind of thing from the book was not very reliable after all.
In fact, she felt that her "undead friend" bUff was of great help.
Cheng Miao closed his eyes tiredly. No one died tonight, and there were still two days.
Xiaohong was lying on the bed. She was too tired. She hadn't had a good rest since she moved to the second floor.
Who knew that there was a hell next to his room, and several players had died.
But no one died today, and Cheng Miao's cold face appeared in front of Xiaohong's eyes.
She sighed in her heart, for such a powerful person to be so kind, she had a villainous heart at first.
It doesn't matter who is pretty or popular now, she just wants to survive and get out of this copy.
Xiaohong has long hair, and she puts her hair up when she sleeps, otherwise her scalp will be pulled when she turns over.
Xiaohong was lying on her side, her mind was in a mess. She finally fell asleep, but was woken up by the itching on her face.
She impatiently brushed the hair off her face and turned over again.
The little redhead has a lot of hair, so she always has this trouble when sleeping, and her hair always sticks into her face.
Without opening her eyes, she reached across the back of her neck and pushed her hair upward.
Without the interference of hair, she could finally have a good sleep. Before falling asleep, Xiaohong felt something was a bit inconsistent.
what is it then?
…
Xiao Hong was a little upset when her hair was poked again. She was about to reach out to pluck it out when she suddenly thought of a question.
Her hair is well maintained and as smooth as an advertising model's.
When she was cutting her hair just now, she clearly felt that her hair was dry and tangled.
more importantly.
She has curly hair, and the hair she just brushed away from her face clearly feels straight!
Xiaohong was so frightened by this fact that she didn't feel sleepy at all. Her whole body was cold and she wanted to shout for help but couldn't make a sound.
She was alone on the second floor, she thought a little desperately.
People are like this sometimes. Even though they know there is a problem, they still want to look at it.
Little Red's teeth chattered, and she slowly raised her head.
In the darkness, she saw a head of smelly black hair mixed with the hair she had lifted up.
The black hair belongs to the bloated and white woman with eyes full of resentment.
The woman's head, next to hers.
…
When we woke up on the fourth day, everyone was in good spirits, thanks to the fact that no one died in the game last night.
Lao Zhao came back to his senses today and thanked Cheng Miao on the left and thanked him on the right.
If it hadn't been for Cheng Miao yesterday, I don't know if he could have sent away the resentful ghost. He would have turned around and died.
A few people ate the breakfast brought by the old residents, and Cheng Miao told everyone about seeing Shen Xin in the elevator.
"I always feel like I know something, maybe it's a breakthrough. Is there anyone who wants to go with me later?"
Needless to say, Yang Ke and Xiao Freckles have become two tomatillos, and they often receive the eyes of the tomatillo king Qi Jiajia.
Lao Zhao was a little embarrassed, and he said in a consultative tone, "Miss Cheng, I also want to help, but I'm really afraid, and what if I do something wrong and I'll hurt you all."
Cheng Miao never forced anything, so she nodded.
Su Yang squeezed towards Lao Zhao, the meaning was self-evident. Baili Qianqiu gracefully lit the cigarette without expressing his position. Gu Jian put his arm on Su Yang's shoulder, "Then I'll go with Brother Su."
Su Yang obviously didn't like Gu Jian, but his good-natured nature prevented him from saying it, so he could only smile bitterly.
Sun Jiao sat quietly. She wanted to follow Cheng Miao and the others, but her ability was too poor. She always thought of Fan Tiantian in the past two days, and she was afraid that she would hold her back.
"Hey, is there another young lady?" Yang Ke scanned the crowd and saw that Xiaohong had been following Lao Zhao and the others, so why was she gone?
"Aren't you up yet?" Lao Zhao looked around belatedly, "I'll go call her."
Cheng Miao didn't say anything. She had a bad feeling about who would sleep in the copy.
Xiaohong was dead, her mouth full of rice, her expression frightened and painful.
"Choke to death? Scared to death? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a bit disgusting, I won't be able to eat." Gu Jian looked around and then pulled back.
Everyone was speechless. If you say that, don’t eat it so happily with the buns!
The dead are still here!
Cheng Miao frowned, "Is it possible that my reminder yesterday will be useless?"
It shouldn't be.
"NO, NO, NO," Gu Jian stretched out a finger and shook it pretendingly, "It's not because this young lady didn't finish her meal, it's because she always subconsciously turns the food over and over when eating, which is very rude. "
Su Yang glared and took a few steps back, "You know! You know you don't tell her?!"
Gu Jian, with her long legs and long hands, pulled the person back and held her down, "How should I remind you? No one can stop a person from seeking death, right? Brother Su?"
Su Yang's face turned red and he was speechless.
Cheng Miao rubbed his eyebrows and led everyone out, ignoring other people's disputes.
To be fair, Gu Jian was right. He was responsible for his own life after entering the dungeon, and it would be too irresponsible to put his hope in others.
Xiaohong's death made some players even more depressed, and Cheng Miao took people directly to room 702.
The old man seemed to know that they were coming, and was not surprised at all. He quickly glanced at the opposite door and let the player in.
Just when Cheng Miao and others were working hard and waiting for the questions, the old man threw a bunch of boys and girls tied with paper, cleared his throat, and said, "Color."
The few people holding the paper figures were a little confused about what to do, but a glint flashed in Cheng Miao's eyes, "Guys and Dolls."
As long as there is a method, a few people took the paint and started coloring with confidence. Cheng Miao asked while coloring, "Old man, do you know Shen Xin?"
The old man was sitting by the bed, tying up paper, and didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard this.
"Are you familiar with 703?"
Cheng Miao noticed that the old man heard 703's hand shaking obviously.
There is a door!
What the old man is afraid of is not the female ghost Shen Xin, but 703.
What does 703 have?
Of course it was the smiling young man.
Cheng Miao looked at the old man distractedly, but his hand holding the paint was very steady, "To tell you the truth, I have dreamed about Shen Xin every day since I moved in. He is such a poor child."
"Hey", with a long sigh, Cheng Miao quickly raised his eyes and looked at the old man. The old man looked at Cheng Miao with his cloudy eyes motionless, "Did you really dream about her?"
Cheng Miao nodded, "She was covered in injuries and her whole body was blistered and swollen. She said there were several people who harmed her."
The old man was stunned for a long time before he put down the paper in his hand and said, "What a sin."
Cheng Miao leaned over to strike while the iron was hot, "Old man, Shen Xin told me how to help her, but I need to know the cause and effect of everything."
The old man looked at the room full of paper bundles and lowered his skinny neck, his voice sounded poignant and desolate.
"Shen Xin is a good boy, but his fate is bad. He married a man with a face and a beast's heart."
"That man gambled away all his family's savings and owed a lot of debt. The landlord on the sixth floor is not a good person either. I heard he was caught several times, all for peeping on women."
"Later, the man discovered that the landlord was spying on Shen Xin. Not only did he not call the police, he also promised the landlord that as long as he paid him, the incident would be treated as if it never happened."
Cheng Miao and others felt nauseated, but no one spoke.
"I often hear that girl crying, and I also hear that the couple is having conflicts. Everyone tells Shen to forget it. I'm not welcome here, and I don't dare to say anything."
Cheng Miao saw that the old man had stopped and was lost in memories, and asked the most critical question, "So Shen Xin was killed by his husband?"
The old man turned to look at Cheng Miao and slowly shook his head.
