"Let's count the beds from top to bottom, and check the number of people in the room first." Now that the line of sight has been blocked, some players have put forward a suggestion to report the number, and at the same time he is still holding a fluke mentality, what if it is just an ordinary power outage? If there isn't one more "person" in the room, they're safe...

Time is pressing, and everyone is not willing to delay, so they start reporting the number as quickly as possible-

"One"

"Two"

"Three..."

……

"Six..."

There were exactly six people in the room, and when the sixth player announced his number, the air fell silent again.

There are six players in the room, and the number of players matches the number of players, so there is no danger mentioned in the rules, and they don't need to find extra "people" within the allotted time......

Just as the players were about to breathe a sigh of relief, a voice suddenly came from the darkness, light and fluttering, but enough to destroy the players' nerves stretched to the limit-

"Seven"

After a brief silence, someone named a number that didn't exist.

Chapter 194: Year (13)

The fluttering "seven" was like a pebble thrown into the water, stirring up monstrous waves in the already turbulent hearts of all players.

At the same time, a very low laugh spread in the silence, even giving the illusion that the other person was chuckling in his ear.

Everyone was lost in absolute darkness, their sense of direction and presence became dull and blurred, and at this moment, the untimely laughter seemed to poke out of the unknown darkness, winding up the players' tense nerves, gradually tightening, trying to cut off the players' breathing in silence.

The air became thin and sticky, and the players couldn't tell for a moment whether the suffocation at the moment was caused by their own overtension or the nerves paralyzed by the untraceable laughter.

"Who...? Who reported the number seven? "Some players questioned from the darkness, because they were too nervous and afraid, his voice was tense and dry, and he threw out questions without confidence, as if he wanted to get an answer, but he was also afraid of getting a definite answer.

After all, it was most likely not a human being who answered him.

But this question finally sank into the sea, and there was no "person" to answer this question that made everyone shudder.

At this time, half a minute had passed, Qi Yan checked his inventory as fast as he could, and after a short thought, he proposed: "Let's count again, this time everyone should add their name and bed number after the number of numbers." ”

Attaching your name to the serial number is a way to play the "Four Corners Game", the purpose of which is to quickly determine whether there is really an extra "person", and where and who the extra "person" is.

Qi Zhen does not think that the "power outage" itself is a random event, because in the dungeon, both NPCs and ghosts must follow a certain "basic law of killing", and under normal circumstances, there will be no situation where ghosts can break the rules and kill people wantonly.

Therefore, the "power outage" that is judged to be a dangerous situation by the rule must be triggered by some kind of rule.

Judging from the panicked behavior of the player on the No. 3 bed just now, Qi Ji felt that the problem was likely to be with the other party.

One possibility is that the player hid the known rules they had discovered, deliberately used the rules to make some kind of deal with the "ghost", and invited the "ghost" into the house by powering off.

Or rather, it was because the player was "polluted" that the power outage and lights out.

Qi Jiu's proposal was responded to by everyone, and a new round of reporting began-

"1, the first bunk under the bed, Qi Jiu."

"2, bed No. 1, Qi Xiaonian."

"3, the second bunk under the bed, Du Xinxin."

……

"6, No. 3 bed bunk, Lai Chengyao."

Lai Chengyao, who slept on the third bed, was the player who complained about the cold room just now.

Even if the skill is not activated, Qi Jiu's five senses, who have the skill of vampire identity, are more sensitive than ordinary humans, and now he can't see the situation in the house through the darkness because of the rules, but his hearing is extremely keen, and he can distinguish the slightest sound from the coordinates of the sound in absolute darkness.

Qi Zhen followed the voice of Player Six, and in the suffocating momentary silence, he quietly moved his steps in the direction from which the sound came from.

About two seconds later, the voice with a hidden smile sounded again—

"7, guess where bed number four is..."

The strange voice appeared out of thin air again, the voice of the uninvited guest was vague and dull, no specific timbre could be heard, as if it came from the bottom of the water, and the most creepy thing was that there was no bed number four in this room.

At the moment when the voice came out, Qi Yan had already determined that the coordinates of the voice of the uninvited guest overlapped with that of Lai Chengyao on the sixth.

Sure enough, herein lies the problem!

Fortunately, the other party is a good ghost who abides by the "dormitory reporting agreement", and is very cooperative with his roommate Qi Yan's proposal.

Almost at the same time, Qi Yan took out the "Priest's Cross" that had been idle in the inventory for a long time, raised his hand and smashed the cross in the direction of the source of the sound without hesitation-

Suddenly, there was a "bang" in the darkness, and a sound similar to the sound of glass breaking suddenly exploded.

The absolute silence amplified the sound of shattering infinitely, and everyone subconsciously trembled in fright, but the originally suffocating dead silence was completely broken, and the stagnant air began to flow again.

Qi Zhen immediately locked on the current position, he remembered that there was a mirror covered with white gauze on the wall south of the room, and he guessed that the source of the sound was related to the mirror.

This "Priest's Cross" is a special reward for clearing the "Exile No. 1" dungeon and talking to the priest.

The Cross is a permanent item that suppresses evil spirits, calms evil spirits, and eliminates bad luck, and is very useful for dungeons with a supernatural background.

Although it is no longer visible, Qi Zhen threw the "priest's cross" towards the source of the sound, which was enough to deter the "resentful spirits" who were about to move.

At the same time, the originally airtight darkness was finally "smashed", the white gauze cover fell off automatically, and the mirror smashed by the cross reflected a faint light, the light was very unstable, just like the 405 TV with good and bad signals, and the broken mirror became a device that received image signals.

Qi Jiu's footsteps paused slightly, and by the flickering light, he saw Lai Chengyao standing facing the mirror, and a vague figure appeared in the mirror.

Lai Chengyao, who was standing in front of the mirror, was as stiff as a sculpture, and when he was motionless, he took the broken and blurred mirror image and turned his head in the direction of Qi Jiu, Qi Yan couldn't see the other party's facial features clearly, but he couldn't know that the person in the mirror was grinning at him.

"Guess who I am, guess it, let's play the game..."

The sound of giggling was dull and blurry through the glass, as if it were coming from far away under the water.

Qi Yan was only stunned for a moment, and in the next second, he walked quickly in the direction of the mirror, his tone was quick but convinced: "I found you." ”

The moment his words fell, the shattered mirror in the mirror flickered and finally disappeared.

Lai Chengyao, who was originally standing in front of the mirror, was like an out-of-control puppeteer, and kept hitting the mirror in front of him with his head in a stiff and weird posture-

"Knock, knock, knock."

Plasma and broken glass shards splattered in all directions, scarlet and sharp.

As Lai Chengyao slammed into the mirror, the light in the room gradually recovered, and the incandescent lights on the wall did not come back on, but the dim light in the corridor penetrated into the room little by little.

Everyone saw Lai Chengyao's incomprehensible and terrifying movements in their eyes, and they were stunned.

And no one dared to act rashly, and the mechanical sound of "dong dong dong" constantly echoed in the room.

In the next moment, Lai Chengyao, whose skull was already dented, broke off a piece of glass with his bare hands, pierced his neck with the sharpest part of the broken glass, and deeply pierced and pulled down along the position of the major artery.

Lai Chengyao, who bled himself, began to giggle as he threw away the blood-stained glass shards in his hand and staggered towards his bed.

The players sleeping on his lower bunk panicked and avoided it, only to see Lai Chengyao, whose flesh and blood were blurred from his neck to his head, staggering to the side of the iron frame bed, almost using his last strength, slammed down the flyer on the upper bunk, and then stiffened his limbs and struggled to twist the sheet into strips, and then put it on his bloody neck.

Next, Lai Chengyao picked up a bench with a blank and empty expression, slammed open the door of room 407 with his sunken head and walked towards the corridor.

Everyone was stunned, but Qi Xiaonian reacted quickly, and he quickly relocked the door that had been knocked open, just in case.

After all, this "tainted" player is no longer saved.

There was no wind in the hallway, but the originally dim light kept shaking, and through the frosted glass, the blood-filled room 407 was coated with a strange red light.

No one dared to open the window glass without authorization, but through the glass, everyone saw Lai Chengyao's last moment of life in their eyes, and the blurred image of the frosted glass made the players in the room have the illusion of watching a shadow puppet show.

I saw Lai Cheng stepping on a small stool, hanging himself on the clothes pole in the corridor with a twisted sheet, there was no wind, but his body swayed under the action of inertia, and from time to time there was blood water that penetrated the sheets flowing down his body, ticking, ticking......

Obviously there is no wind, why are the lights and Lai Chengyao's body swaying.

No one asks why, and no one wants to really know why.

In the end, Lai Chengyao, who was hanging on the clothes pole, finally kicked away the small bench, and his figure completely blended into the swaying light of the corridor.

Clothes pole –

The players quickly realized that something was wrong: no one was going to dry their clothes tonight, so if they saw it, they should ...... it immediately

This "suicidal" teammate ... Or isn't this death pollutant hanging on a clothes pole equivalent to the existence of clothes being hung on a hanger?!

Everyone shuddered, subconsciously looking at each other and trying to find the answer from each other's faces.

"No one will dry clothes tonight, because only people who commit suicide after being polluted can become clothes..."Qi Yan quickly found the premise for the birth of this rule, he looked at the stiff and swaying figure outside the glass window, and fell into thought.

Suddenly, there was another "bang" sound in the corridor on the fourth floor, as if someone was hurriedly pushing the door out, and the action was very hurried and rude.

Followed by Mrs. Xu's small chatter: "Who is so immoral in the New Year, don't dry your clothes Chinese New Year's Eve night, it's not too late to dry it out after dawn tomorrow......"

Mrs. Xu's voice was not loud, but because the corridor was so quiet, everyone could hear her words clearly.

There was also the sound of Mrs. Xu's footsteps coming this way.

It seems that Mrs. Xu, as a "human" NPC, is also restricted by the rules of Chinese New Year's Eve... Qi Zhen listened to the sound of footsteps approaching and considered.

Mrs. Xu behaved strangely, giggling while complaining, and came over with an iron pole to "collect clothes".

"You can't dry clothes on Chinese New Year's Eve, and now many young people don't pay attention to these old traditions, and the taste of the year is getting weaker and weaker..."

"Ah, forget about drying clothes, these clothes are not wrung out, they are dripping, and when the corridor is waterlogged, the children are easy to fall when they are playing around..."

Under the old lady's babbling complaints, there was a creepy sound of water twisting in the hallway.

Everyone in the room gasped, and the source of the sound of screwing water could be imagined, but no one wanted to imagine how the old lady "wrung out" the corpse.

But complaining is complaining, Mrs. Xu is still in a very good mood, after all, the death of tourists can be exchanged for the return of relatives.

At this moment, there was a sudden "whoosh" sound in the originally lonely night sky, and almost at the same time, colorful brilliance exploded in the night sky.

Even through the frosted glass, everyone in the room immediately understood: it was fireworks!

The first article of the New Year's "Blessing" clearly states: "Fireworks and other customs to welcome the New Year have been prohibited, if you can hear the sound of firecrackers after 12 o'clock, please immediately cover your head with a quilt and close your eyes and pretend to be asleep, and do not look out the window."

The players also ignored the blood-contaminated room, and followed the prompts of the rules to get back into their quilts and pretend to fall asleep as quickly as possible.

Even Mrs. Xu, who was "collecting clothes" outside the door, panicked, and hurriedly ran to her room with the wrung out "clothes", muttering something in a panic, and Qi Jiu, who was lying on the bed, tried to prick up her ears, but she didn't hear what Mrs. Xu was saying.

At the same time, Qi Yan seemed to hear a plausible laughter.

"Cluck, cluck...", the sound was subtle but pervasive, and Qi Ji wrinkled his brow impatiently, he glanced at the ceiling of 407 in the dark, and the strange laughter seemed to be coming from upstairs.