"Let's go upstairs."

Qin Tian did not hesitate, and ordered the two ghost servants to quickly rush towards the stairs at the end of the corridor.

Qin Tian was unfamiliar with the terrain here, and all he could rely on was what he saw in front of him.

The footsteps of the group of ghosts behind him approached step by step, and Qin Tian helped Zhou Meng quite hard.

"Zhou Meng, do you have a way to get rid of those ghosts behind?"

Qin Tian listened to the sound of the group of ghosts behind him, just three meters away, he could fuse the ghost servants and escape, but Zhou Meng's situation was impossible for her to have a chance to escape.

"Interfere with the plot, you stop those guys first, I need time to enter the relevant information."

Zhou Meng gasped, it was still a little difficult to enter the text in her current situation.

Seeing her like this, Qin Tian hurriedly summoned the previous ghost servant to the back to cooperate with the No. 2 ghost servant to resist those ghosts.

For a while, the sound of plastic and plastic rubbing sounded one after another.

Qin Tian still can't figure it out, since all the people who died in Chen Ying's incident back then, even if they become ghosts, there shouldn't be this kind of friction between plastic and plastic.

This unnatural thing made Qin Tian quite concerned, and at this gap where the ghost servants blocked the ghosts, Zhou Meng took out his mobile phone but did not enter the text, but said a sentence into it with his voice, which made Qin Tian very surprised.

Can you write with speech?

When did writing documents become so high-tech?

Qin Tian didn't know that as the level of writers rose, the corresponding functions would be opened, and naturally such advanced functions would appear.

After Zhou Meng typed a sentence, the group of ghosts returned to the garden one after another as if they had been sensed by something.

Qin Tian stared at Zhou Meng in surprise, the words she entered were not rejected by the system?

"Let's go, let's go to the third floor."

Zhou Meng watched the group of ghosts leave, and hurriedly beckoned Qin Tian to leave. But Qin Tian didn't forget Yan Chuang, and hurriedly rushed to the hall to lure the group of ghosts away, so that Yan Chuang could enter the hall smoothly.

When Zhou Meng saw Qin Tian leaving, he thought that Qin Tian was convulsed, but he didn't expect Qin Tian to go to Yan Chuang.

"A rookie writer dares to come here to take on a task, forget it, finally have the opportunity to leave and still don't leave, do you plan to die here?"

Zhou Meng's sneering voice came into Yan Chuang's ears.

The corners of Yan Chuang's mouth twitched, not intending to meet her in general.

There are a few good sayings in this world, but women and villains are difficult to raise.

Zhou Meng is a woman.

"Zhou Meng, everyone is here to complete the task, one more person is one more helper."

Qin Tian found out that Zhou Meng looked down on them from the cellar, but thinking about it, Zhou Meng was a diamond writer, and he had the strength to twitter in front of them.

"Okay, for the sake of everyone having to complete the task together, I can agree to team up with him."

Zhou Meng felt that teaming up with Qin Tian had lowered her IQ, and now she had to team up with Yan Chuang, wouldn't it reduce her IQ even more?

But looking at Yan Chuang's previous data, it's okay, Zhou Meng just thinks he is a manufacturable material, as long as he doesn't drag her thighs at critical times.

Zhou Meng's words made Yan Chuang feel ridiculous, and in order to avoid disunity in the team, Yan Chuang did not speak again.

The three of them rushed up the stairs to the second floor, and when they were about to go to the third floor, they found that the second floor was surrounded by a burst of white fog, and they couldn't see the road in front of them at all.

"Where did the fog come from?"

Yan Chuang frowned, this is an opera house, and it's not a messy place, so it shouldn't be foggy according to reason.

"It's not fog, it's dry ice."

Zhou Meng took a closer look and found that the floating in the air was not fog at all.

The form of fog is very similar to the form of dry ice volatilization, but the drift speed of fog is not as fast as that of dry ice, and the cold air that permeates the air, Zhou Meng has reason to believe that this is dry ice and not fog.

Yan Chuang didn't believe it at first, and walked two steps inside and hurriedly walked back, because the more he walked inside, the colder it became.

Even the giant ghost on his body had never seen such cold.

Yan Chuang is a police officer, but it is good to say, you can find out whether it is dry ice or ice in two steps.

"How?"

Qin Tian saw Yan Chuang turn back, presumably he had already verified the situation.

"It's dry ice."

Yan Chuang opened his mouth with a solemn face.

There should be many dry ice that can create a fog that fills an entire floor.

It's not difficult to deal with ghosts, but it's useless to deal with three people on dry ice.

The temperature of dry ice is very low, which can directly turn water into ice cubes, and if people touch dry ice directly with their hands, they will seriously frostbite the skin, and even tear off the whole layer of skin.

"Isn't Chen Ying a ghost? What does she do with all this dry ice? ”

Qin Tian didn't turn a corner for a while, what use could this dry ice be used in the opera house other than to create stage effects?

"Dry ice works more than ice and is best used to preserve the freshness of food. This Chen Ying should have used dry ice to preserve the corpse, maybe we can find the location of Chen Ying's body by following the direction where the dry ice drifted from. ”

Chen Ying looked at Qin Tian and Yan Chuang back and forth, as if asking for the opinions of the two of them.

"That's the decision, but we have to take precautions not to come into direct contact with dry ice, or even let it get in our eyes."

Yan Chuang reminded while thinking about where to find something to protect.

"On the first floor, there are a lot of clothes in the room on the first floor, let's go to the first floor and get two."

As soon as Qin Tian spoke, a roar suddenly came, and he was so startled that he didn't dare to speak at all.

Yan Chuang walked to the railing and looked down, only to see the ghost I had led away before turning back.

"We can't go to the first floor, so let's look for it on the second floor."

Zhou Meng was the first to walk into the fog, Qin Tian and Yan Chuang glanced at each other and hurriedly followed.

With the illumination of the light, the three of them could barely see the wall and the people around them, but they couldn't see the road ahead clearly at all, which made Qin Tian feel like a blind man touching an elephant.

I don't know if it's because of the fog, Qin Tian and the others are panicked. In addition, everyone was paying attention to the situation around them, and no one made a sound.

After a while, Qin Tian suddenly felt that something was wrong and wanted to call someone, but found that the people around him had disappeared.

"Zhou Meng, Yan Chuang, where are you?"

Qin Tian shouted, but no one answered.

The voice was penetrating, Qin Tian believed that Zhou Meng and Yan Chuang would have screamed when they heard his voice if they were by his side, but the two of them didn't make a sound at all, which showed that the two of them were afraid that they were the same as him, and they didn't know where to be divided by the fog.

Qin Tian felt as if he had returned to the dead elevator at this moment, feeling helpless and panicked.

Damn, that damn Chen Ying, how long did she want to pretend to be a ghost?

Qin Tian felt a burst of irritability in his heart for no reason, but fortunately, he was followed by two ghost servants, so that he was not desperate to a certain point.

The ghost servant couldn't speak, and Qin Tian had no way to communicate, the only thing he could do now was to reach the third floor first and destroy Chen Ying's body, so that Yan Chuang and Zhou Meng might be able to be rescued.

Qin Tian moved quickly, ready to look for the stairs to reach the third floor, but unfortunately Qin Tian didn't find the stairs at all when he went around, and the stairs to the first floor were also gone, Qin Tian seemed to have been trapped on this entire floor.

There was no entrance and no exit, Qin Tian wanted to find the song and dance hall on the second floor, but found that he didn't even find half a trace of the dance hall.

Damn, is this really the second floor?

Qin Tian was a little skeptical.

Taking out his mobile phone, Qin Tian now has only the only hope of interfering with the plot.

When Qin Tian opened the document and was about to enter the text, the content of the previous document was instantly so shocked that he couldn't speak.

The document describes Qin Tian as follows: In the brightly lit corridor, in the road filled with dry ice and mist, Qin Tian was constantly looking for a way out in the corridor in horror, not knowing that in the fog, the door in the corridor made a babbling sound, and a pair of eyes stared at Qin Tian's back through the crack in the door.

Waiting, waiting, all the ghosts waiting, waiting until he stops.

Finally, Qin Tian stopped, they laughed, and their chance came.

Right behind Qin Tian, right behind Qin Tian.

He stretched out his hand, and it was almost as if he had reached out.

The document ended here, and Qin Tian already felt a burst of coldness coming from behind him.

What about the ghost servant?

The ghost servant should be behind him?

Why didn't the ghost servants stop each other?

Qin Tian waited to be slapped on the shoulder by the ghost, or his head cut off, but no, he was not cut off his head.