When Cheng Miao got up the next morning, he saw Qin Musong, who was now blue, and Lin Zhu, who was rubbing his neck and looking stiff.
While listening to Qin Musong's story about last night, Lin Zhu kept touching the goose bumps on his arms. He didn't even know when he was attacked.
Now that the hallucination was gone, he could tell which was the painting and which was the wall.
"Thank you, Brother Qin. If it weren't for you last night, I would have been cold." Lin Zhu was still frightened.
Qin Musong patted his head and told him not to think too much.
Cheng Miao was surprised now. He had also seen the doll, and Gu Jian locked herself with the doll. They were both fine.
But the person who had the accident had indeed looked at the dolls carefully before the accident. Do they have anything in common?
"My fourteen distinguished guests, are you all up?" Xiao Dao's voice appeared above them. Seeing Xiao Dao walking downstairs with a happy smile, Cheng Miao raised his eyebrows.
"Mr. Kojima seems to be in a good mood today?"
Xiaodao Chengmiao nodded, "Yes, Xizi's illness is much better today."
When the players were having breakfast, Xiaodao was humming happily and serving tea for everyone.
Azhi and Peng Sheng had poor mental endurance and didn't eat much.
"Now that Miss Xizi has recovered from her illness, can we visit the studio?" Cheng Miao looked at Xiaodao and asked.
"Yes, yes, my dear guest," Kojima answered with a smile, "We will visit the studio in the afternoon."
Cheng Miao ate and sat in the living room thinking. This copy was undoubtedly a supernatural copy, but she hadn't seen a ghost yet.
It's strange that Cheng Miao doesn't believe that there is a problem with his bUff. It may be that the ghost is subject to certain restrictions.
It may be that time is running out, Cheng Miao knows that the taboos of some copy ghosts are gradually being unlocked.
Calculating the time, today is the third day since they entered the dungeon, and they should show up.
There is another possibility.
Cheng Miao squinted his eyes, that is, ghosts can only appear when a taboo is triggered. If this is the case, then this copy will be more restrictive for Cheng Miao.
She has more bUffs than ordinary players to detect ghosts and cannot use them at all. She has to risk herself to see ghosts.
What a troublesome thing, Cheng Miao leaned back.
She glanced at Qiudong who was sitting quietly on the side with her peripheral vision, lamented in her heart, and moved her fingers twice.
It would be great if it were still a cat in autumn and winter, and it could be rUa a few times.
What Cheng Miao didn't notice was that Qiu Dong noticed her little movements, and with a little thought, he understood what Cheng Miao was thinking.
Qiudong's handsome face turned dark instantly.
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Ever since Xiao Yan had an accident in the bathroom on the third floor, Xiang Ping was afraid to use the public bathroom.
He looked calm on the outside, but no one could tell that he was panicking on the inside.
We can't let those pretty boys see the joke.
Therefore, when Xiang Ping was in a hurry, he chose to go back to his room to use the toilet.
The paintings in the toilet in my room were all covered up. Besides, after staying there for two days, I felt a little familiar with my room.
Xiang Ping went to the toilet, zipped it up, flushed the water and washed his hands. He shook the water from his hands and opened the door.
He had been to the toilet several times, and many actions had become habitual, so when his hand to throw water touched something on the wall that did not look like a wall, he was stunned in place and did not react.
When he looked along and found that there was a painting on the wall, and his hand had already touched the painting, he was so frightened that he almost sat on the ground.
There was no time to think about why there was suddenly an oil painting on the wall that was not there before. Xiang Ping's first reaction was to open the door.
Go out to a crowded place and think of a solution.
But no matter how hard he tried, the door remained motionless as if it was locked.
He felt that the toilet had become very cold, and something seemed to be coming behind him, but he did not dare to look back.
He took out an offensive prop with shaking hands and threw it behind him without looking.
The prop exploded with a bang, and the coldness behind him disappeared.
Xiang Ping swallowed and went to open the door again.
The door still won't open.
It doesn't matter, Xiang Ping comforted himself. Gu Fan and A Qi would come looking for him if they found that he hadn't shown up for a long time.
How long have you been gone, three minutes? five minutes?
Xiang Ping was a little desperate. He didn't know if the thing behind him was still there.
Just as he was debating wildly in his mind whether to turn back or not, his cheeks went cold and he felt a woman's cold and soft hands holding both sides of his head.
With the force of those two hands, Xiang Ping's head twisted back uncontrollably, and he met a pair of blood-red eyes that were somewhat similar to the painting.
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When Gu Fan discovered that Xiang Ping had disappeared for a long time, he had a bad feeling in his heart. After they opened the door of the sink in Xiang Ping's room, everyone present fell silent.
Xiang Ping was dead. His neck was stretched so long that it was obvious that his bones and meridians were broken. Purple blood oozed out and was covered under a thin layer of skin, which was particularly thrilling.
Gu Fan and A Qi were in grief. Cheng Miao didn't say anything, but everyone could see that Xiang Ping's appearance when he died was very similar to the woman in the painting.
"It's probably about to catch on fire. Let's leave first." Yunsu, who had said few words since entering the dungeon, took two steps outside and spoke calmly.
"You!" Perhaps because Yunsu's attitude was too cold, Gu Fan glared over with red eyes.
Cheng Miao stepped in the middle and looked at Gu Fan calmly, "Yunsu is right. You don't want any more casualties."
Gu Fan wanted to say something more, but was frightened by the cold glance from the stunning-looking man next to Cheng Miao and swallowed his words back.
Xiaowen Xiaoqing helped Aqi and Gu Fan, and everyone left the room, waiting for the fire to start.
Everyone is immersed in their own thoughts, grief, fear, despair, and impatience.
All this was broken by Cheng Miao's words, "Why hasn't the fire started yet?"
In the two previous incidents, the flames started just as soon as they died. This time, not only did the players successfully see Xiang Ping's death, but they also didn't look like they were about to burst into flames until now.
Cheng Miao opened the door, and Xiang Ping was still lying there miserably.
Everyone was puzzled, but Peng Sheng was worried, "I'm in the same room with him, and now that he's dead here, how can I sleep at night?"
Gu Fan and A Qi looked at Peng Sheng coldly. Peng Sheng shrank his head. Thinking about his own reasoning, his voice became louder again, "Yes, I'm sorry that your teammate died, but I can't be with you." The corpse in such a miserable state of death should sleep for two more nights."
Cheng Miao ignored the argument. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she quickly ran out and saw Xiaodao walking towards the third floor with a pile of puppet materials.
Cheng Miao didn't have time to explain, so he dragged the person into the bathroom, pointed at Xiang Ping's body and said, "Mr. Xiaodao, look at this dead person of ours, what should we do?"
Xiaodao didn't even move his eyebrows. He looked at Xiang Ping's body quietly. After a while, he turned to look at Cheng Miao, "Guest, I don't know what you are talking about. There is nothing on the ground."
