Thinking so, Lu Xiaoda went downstairs and had a shallow exchange with the person in charge.

Taking advantage of this free time, Meng Zhi slept a little, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already evening.

She carried a long needle on her back to pick Li Wenjing's blind spot upstairs, and very smoothly, she reached the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is more luxuriously decorated than the other three floors, with jewelry, famous paintings, and vases placed in a corridor.

There is also a piano on the right side of the hall on the fourth floor.

The most numerous of them are portraits, all of which depict the same person, who has curly hair, is dressed in satin, and has no expression on his face.

This man is the owner of the apartment.

The moment she stepped into the fourth floor, she didn't know if it was an illusion, she always felt that the person in the painting had been staring at her.

Of course, this is in a thriller game, and it is not excluded that the person in the painting will do this kind of thing, and he may even crawl out of the painting with a knife to chase the player.

The entire fourth floor is actually quite empty, with only one door, just at the end of the corridor. The lighting here is not good, and it is close to evening, so the fourth floor is very dark.

Meng Zhi was just about to hold the doorknob when she felt a cool air coming from behind her, as if someone was blowing cold air against her neck.

She shrank her hand and jerked her head back.

The hallway leading to the hall on the fourth floor was still dim, and no one was standing behind her, as if everything was her delusion.

Danger and can't come.

Meng Zhi didn't rush downstairs, her hand slowly stroked the wall, and finally touched an extremely thin gap, if she hadn't seen a lot, this gap wouldn't even be noticeable to her.

For her, a gain is not a trip in a white robe.

When he returned to the second floor, Meng Zhi ran into other players, most of them were in a hurry, their faces were nervous, and they couldn't wait to avoid Meng Zhi when they saw that they came down from the fourth floor.

Everyone knows that the person in charge told them on the first day that the fourth floor is the owner of the apartment, and no one can approach it.

So at night, Meng Zhi moved a bench and sat at the door of the room, leisurely gazing at the passing players.

Those non-player guests never came out on their own initiative, and no one knew what they ate or how they died.

Wu Bao went upstairs with vegetables from the first floor as usual, and when he saw Meng Zhi sitting at the door, he was so frightened that his legs bent: This plague god is actually sitting at the door!

He was scared by Meng Zhi, not to mention that this woman actually found him five hours after falling on the ground that day, with a warm smile on the corner of her mouth, but the words she said were sad:

"What does it feel like to fall on the ground? Why don't you change your wrestling style tomorrow? ”

Wu Bao swore he would never forget how fast Meng Zhi was when he swung it up with the prop.

She was so fast that there was only an afterimage, and she kicked away the props that didn't have time to play a role before she knocked him out again.

Since then, Wu Bao has not dared to provoke Meng Zhi.

However, what made him strange was that Le Yangshan and Fan Shu did not follow him during this time, but were doing their own thing, which was really strange.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Zhi saw Lu Xiao jumping upstairs, and then she stood in front of Meng Zhi and posted with her and happily climbed the third floor.

Meng Zhi:(/≧▽≦/)

As night fell, the minutes passed, and the person in charge stood dutifully at the gate, the rain outside was getting louder and louder, the wind was howling, and the windows were swaying.

The ancient clock on the first floor points to eleven fifty-five.

Li Wenjing went upstairs quietly, and since Meng Zhi's room was next to the stairs on the second floor, everyone who went upstairs would see her.

So she smiled politely when she and Li Wenjing looked at each other.

Li Wenjing's face was pale, and her steps were stiff and she went upstairs, but she suddenly heard the girl sitting casually behind her ask faintly: "Didn't the person in charge say that the fourth floor is where the owner of the apartment stays, and others are not allowed to go up?" ”

In other words, why can Li Wenjing go up.

Li Wenjing's anger was at its peak, but she used all her strength to hold back and then gritted her teeth and said: "The master ordered me to clean it!" Go to sleep, you! ”

When it came to sleeping, the person in charge suddenly sneered: "Sitting outside here, I don't know if I can survive tomorrow." ”

After saying that, she ran upstairs with a smoke, not wanting to stay with Meng Zhi for a second longer.

At twelve o'clock, the lights in the tomb apartment went out one by one, and the whole building was plunged into darkness, and the sound of rustling could be heard from an unknown corner.

Of course, what Meng Zhi cared about the most was the coffin in the middle of the first floor.

When she reached the first floor, she found Zhang Helong still lying motionless on the ground, looking peaceful. With a little bit of natural light, Meng Zhi found that he had also been mended.

Thinking with her toes, she knew who did it.

She approached the carved coffin as the doors opened on the second and third floors.

The rest of the players did not sit still.

There are two default rules in thriller games, namely that the first day is Christmas Eve, and the mortality rate is the lowest day.

The second is that the mortality rate will soar at night.

"It's you, newcomer." Fan Shu was a little surprised, but he didn't expect her to come out first.

But on second thought, this newcomer was able to find clues about the invitation letter on the first day, and it is certainly not a coward to have the guts to provoke NPCs.

But the bolder you are, the easier it is to die.

Meng Zhi greeted them in a friendly manner, and then pushed the coffin lid.

She has been tempered so much and has a lot of strength, she can't even push this coffin lid.

The people outside couldn't push, but the guys inside moved on their own.

There was a dull knocking sound from inside the lid of the coffin.

"Knock knock!"

The tapping sound became urgent, as if prompting them to let him out.

Meng Zhi took out the flashlight he bought in the mall and shone it on the coffin lid, and the pattern that looked prosperous and gorgeous during the day was like a kind of charm to suppress the soul at night.

She had seen it in a world where spirits and ghosts coexisted with people, and not only that, but she had also studied it deeply.

But the civilization system of each world is different, and few of the things she has learned will continue to be used in the next world.

What's more, at the moment, Mr. Troboko, who is lying in a coffin and doesn't know whether he is a human or a ghost, it seems inappropriate to come out at this time.

Several players stepped back away from the coffin, and the props in Le Yang's single hand were ready to be thrown out.

As a result, the guy inside didn't seem to be able to get out, so he didn't struggle.

Then, on this stormy night, the piano parked in the corner began to play an uncomposed tune by itself, which was very unpleasant.

However, the two players beside her froze like statues as if they were enchanted, looking intoxicated, as if they were listening to the fairy song of the world.

Meng Zhi didn't understand, and he couldn't empathize.

The music is clearly worse than the quacking of the duck props.

In silence, Meng Zhi took out the duck props from his backpack, turned on the switch next to the ears of the two of them, and turned up the volume.

"Quack, quack, qua......ck, qua

In an instant, the song of the duck overshadowed the sound of the piano.

If they can't get back to normal, Meng Zhi doesn't mind a slap in the face alone.