Afraid that the light would alienate the room, the two did not dare to light the lamp rashly, so they had to walk in the dark.

The room is not big, but it gives people an indescribable sense of oppression, Qi Xiaonian's nerves all over his body collapsed to the limit, even the tips of his fingers became damp, and he didn't know whether it was sweating from nervousness, or contaminating the moisture in the room.

Previously, Qi Yan had informed Qi Xiaonian of the principle of 501 alienation, he knew that the light source would provide alienated energy to this room, but at the same time he was also very curious, in the corridor, the paper man Nian Nian handed the handkerchief and lighter to Qi Yan, Qi Zhen said that it was a "copy specialty" brought by an old friend, so what is so special about this lighter? Wouldn't the fire it produced lead to the alienation of the room? If so, why don't you use it for lighting? What does the incense mentioned by Nian Nian mean?

Of course, these questions were all pondered by Qi Xiaonian in his heart, and he didn't dare to ask them rashly.

First, the atmosphere at this moment made him dare not speak rashly, and second, he had to confirm the direction of Qi Jiu through the sound of footsteps.

Perhaps blessed by vampire blood, Qi Ji was better suited to walking in absolute darkness than ordinary humans, he keenly judged the orientation and layout of the room, and found the right direction based on his memory, and soon found the bedroom wardrobe in the room where he couldn't see his fingers.

But at the moment when he stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door, the original intermittent ghost show stopped abruptly, and the damp chill also froze in an instant, invisibly piercing the body of the "uninvited guest" like an ice pick.

In an instant, Qi Xiaonian's joints were frozen, and his body was almost motionless, so he could only roll his eyes in a panic, trying to see what strange things were hidden in the thick darkness.

- Wet and severe.

He was under the illusion that he was an insect that had crashed into a spider's web, trapped on black spider silk and powerless.

Qi Yan, who was not far away, "hissed" gently, he pressed the recording and play button at the moment when his body was completely frozen, and the sound of the ghost play that had been stopped flowed out of his mobile phone again, and as the sound of the play sounded again, Qi Xiaonian obviously felt that the cold around him began to flow and fade, and his originally stiff body was gradually able to move.

Qi Yan was also visibly relieved, he turned up the volume of his phone with his hard-to-move fingers, and let the recorded version of the ghost show fill every corner of the room.

"It's good that I recorded a paragraph in advance just now, otherwise it would have been troublesome..."

Qi Yan turned up the volume to the maximum and continued to open the cabinet door-

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More than a dozen brightly colored costumes were neatly folded, and the cabinets seemed to be a vacuum, isolating the wardrobe from the damp room, and the costumes showed no signs of getting wet.

It can be seen that the owner of the house carefully preserved these Danjiao costumes, which were very precious.

Qi Zhen had already prepared a large black plastic bag in advance, and he didn't have time to hesitate at the moment, so he only symbolically informed: "Sorry, offended." ”

With that, he quickly packed the cabinet full of costumes into a black plastic bag.

The phone playing the recording of the ghost show suddenly shook, and a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen-

"If the battery of the mobile phone is less than 5%, please charge it as soon as possible, otherwise the mobile phone will automatically turn off"

Time is running out, once the mobile phone is turned off, the ghost show that is being played has to be stopped, which is very dangerous for Qi Ji and Qi Xiaonian, who are "uninvited guests".

"Let's go."

The two people who got the costumes evacuated outside the house as quickly as possible, but fortunately, even though the time was pressing, Qi Jiu's steps were still not flustered, and he led Qi Xiaonian back along the same road.

The darkness made the time and distance long, and the room was obviously not big, but Qi Xiaonian, whose heart was beating wildly, had the illusion that he had walked through a huge auditorium.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether the loss of vision had caused a cognitive error in his senses, or whether the room had begun to alienate in silence.

When the phone's battery was only 3% low, the screen playing the ghost play recording went dark.

The sound of the ghost show stopped abruptly, and Qi Xiaonian's heart stopped beating almost at the same time.

But in the next second, the sudden light in the corridor pierced him and couldn't open his eyes, and while he subconsciously covered the light with his hand, the heart hanging in his throat slowly fell back into the distance, although the rhythm of the heartbeat was still crazy, the extremely tight muscles on Qi Xiaonian's face gradually relaxed, and he struggled to look through his fingers at the crack in the door, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

- saved.

At the last moment, Qi Yan successfully opened the door of room 501.

Even the dim sky light outside the corridor became extremely bright in Qi Xiaonian's eyes at this moment.

Qi Yan shook the black plastic bag full of hands in his hand: "It's here, let's put it back in the room first, and then go burn it at midnight." ”

Under the light of the snow, he noticed Qi Xiaonian's tired and gray face after being nervous, and smiled embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I'll remember to charge my phone before I move in the future, let's go back and take a nap first." ”

With that, he yawned at the right time and walked towards the stairwell with a bag of loot.

The mahjong game of 405 is not over yet, and it seems that this mahjong game that is out of the rules and has no wins or losses makes Mrs. Xu very happy.

After leaving from the fifth floor, the first thing Qi Yan and Qi Xiao's first thing was to re-equip Duoxi and Duole's ID cards, and then they returned to room 203 and put the black plastic bag in the closet.

I don't know if it was because eating too much carbohydrates at lunch caused blood sugar to rise and people were easy to get sleepy, or if it was too exhausting to go to 501 just now, and after returning to the room, Qi Ji yawned again and again, so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

He didn't struggle with his body's instincts, and with the mentality that he might be able to see 079 in his dreams, Qi Ji lay on Duoxi's bed and planned to take a nap.

But something was wrong with this nap, not long after Qi Yan fell asleep, he was woken up by a wet and sticky cold sweat.

What's even more strange is that his consciousness is obviously awake, but his eyelids can't be opened, and his body can't move at all, as if all his power and perception have been drained from his body, and he can't even open the system interface.

Cold sweat kept pouring out, cold and damp from his forehead to his palms.

Qi Yan soon realized that he had experienced the legendary ghost press.

This state of complete immobility lasted for ten seconds, and gradually, Qi Jiu's perception returned, and he felt something like a brush tracing his face, and the tip of the pen seemed to be stained with sticky ink dye.

Then the sense of hearing was restored, and there was a vague sound of play, although it was near and far, but the rhythm and melody were gentle, not like the distorted ghost play heard in 501.

Qi Ji was not in a hurry, and tried to calm his breathing.

After about five seconds, Qi Jiu's vision was restored.

His eyelids twitched, then slowly opened, and the first thing that came into view was a mirror surrounded by incandescent lights, which are the most common mirror styles in the dressing room backstage, and the incandescent lights around the mirror not only provide enough brightness for the performers to apply makeup, but also provide a visual atmosphere as dazzling as the stage for the waiting actors.

And the ghost who wore a raw horn mask and appeared on Mrs. Xu's mahjong table not long ago was picking up a pen to "hook his face" at the moment.

In the mirror, Qi Jiu's face is half-outlined with Danjiao makeup, the tails of his eyes are raised, and his cheeks are red, which is a chic and dignified beauty.

"Don't move, if you move your makeup, you will spend it, and if you put on makeup, you won't be able to go on stage, it's not decent."

While concentrating on drawing his eyebrows and eyes for Qi Jiu, the living ghost shook out a dagger from his sleeve, "When I put on makeup, you will consciously use this dagger to cut off your own dough, you must cut it completely, otherwise I will paint it in vain." ”

The ghost who picked up the pen and hooked his face even hummed a little song happily, and continued in a chatter-like tone, "If you are not happy, then I'm sorry, you can only die on my stage, so please think about it, my master has warned me since I was a child, you have to be cruel to yourself, and only ruthless people can become corners, and you are too, be ruthless to yourself, so that you can leave alive, and people always have to pay a price." ”

After saying that, the living ghost seemed to think that his words were funny, and giggled to himself.

Qi Yan remained silent, and even raised his face slightly very cooperatively, he glanced at himself with makeup in the mirror, and said calmly: "I didn't break the taboo, although you are a ghost, you are also bound by the rules like a guest, isn't it?" As long as I don't break the rules, you can't kill me at will, right? Uncle Xu Zhiwei. ”

The ghost's face was obvious: "You know that I am...?!" ”

Through the mirror, Qi Yan looked at the raw horn mask on the other party's face and smiled: "I guessed, if I guessed wrong... Please forgive Uncle Zhiwei. ”

The ghost was stunned, and finally smiled a little stiffly: "I like smart children, but I don't like children who are too smart in front of me, especially you." ”

His answer proved from the side, and Qi Jiu's guess was correct.

As long as the player doesn't break the rules, the ghost can't kill the player as he wants, and can only find other ways, such as this stage and makeup mirror.

Qi Yan pursed his lips harmlessly, playing with the knife handed by the other party in his hand, he looked at the mirror again, squinted his eyes slightly, and stared at himself in the mirror for a moment: "What can I do then?" I love my face and don't want to lose Him. ”

He traced along the contour of the mirror with the sharp tip of the knife, the regretful tone was mixed with a little ambiguous meaning, the blade that crossed the glass mirror was like a fingertip, if it was away from the eyebrows and eyes that outlined the mirror, the tip of the knife and the glass made a sharp friction sound, and it made a sharp sound to hear the itch, as if the most sensitive place was scratched a few times by a naughty kitten.

Qi Zhen used the tip of the knife to delicately sketch the mirror image, and in the same way, the mirror image also traced him through the mirror.

Serious and obsessive eyes at each other, as if this was the appetizer of tonight's game, and the anticipatory drama was yet to come.

The guy in the mirror image seemed to smile, and Qi knew that "he" must enjoy it more than anyone else.

Qi Zhen believes in this, because he is the same.

The ghost didn't seem to notice the change in the mirror, and shrugged his shoulders unconsciously: "That's a pity, Toki little friend, or our clever guest, if you don't do what I say, I can only let you be trapped here, and you will never be able to leave." ”

"You're right, I can't cross the rules and kill you directly, but I can surprise you, it's my New Year's gift to you as an elder, sometimes, death isn't the most painful thing, you know?"

The ghost didn't realize that although it was his own stage at the moment, he was redundant like a funny clown.

But this show doesn't need to be a clown.

The ghost put down the half-painted makeup pen, leaned on the makeup mirror and clapped his hands, and as his movements began to brighten up, the lights of countless stages lit up, illuminating the makeup mirrors that were out of place with the surroundings like an island.

As the lights fell, the ghosts disappeared, and the focus of vision shifted to the place illuminated by the lights.

Under the pale stage lights, these colorful and dazzling costumes presented a strange and glamorous atmosphere, as if countless hanged actors were playing the role of the audience, enjoying Qi Jiu's performance on the stage in absolute silence.

There was obviously no wind around, but these hanging costumes swayed one after another, silently giving the people standing on the stage an indescribable sense of oppression.

It's so paradoxical, these colorful costumes permeate fear more than a room full of dolls.

Qi Ji simply jumped off the stage and walked into these dazzlingly colorful costumes, wherever he went, the spotlights above his head followed him, these bizarre costumes seemed to have eyes, sinking into the colorful dark places to peep at Qi Ji's every move.

Qi Yan muttered: "Don't look for me, I'm not in this business, and I won't sing in you." ”

The costumes swing even more, and the flowing colors seem to invade the player's nerves.

The intricate costumes are like brocade stacked grave bags, and countless stories are staged under the stage, and this road is destined to have no end in sight.

Qi Yan walked around the costume and found himself back in front of the makeup mirror in the center of the stage.

It turns out that Xu Zhiwei trapped him in the costume maze.

I don't know if the color of the costumes around him is too strong, Qi Ji found that his body began to "fade".

His presence became fading, and his skin and limbs even became a little transparent, except for the half-hooked face.

It seems that if he doesn't escape in time, he will be absorbed, devoured, and finally completely "melted" here.

Xu Zhiwei's ghost took advantage of the loophole, he did not violate the rules and kill the player directly, but used his own grudge to build a costume maze to attract the player here and then trap it.

This labyrinth of alienated costumes is like a "stomach" that can absorb the color and flesh of human beings, digest and absorb those who strayed into it, and make them one with itself.

The player really didn't die, he just became a part of it forever.

I don't know how many "colors" of living people have absorbed into these dazzling brocade colors to be so dazzling.

Qi Yan had already confirmed that in this maze of alienated costumes, the system and inventory were locked, and he had no way to escape through props and skills.

Qi Zhen didn't panic, he stood in the center of the stage, in front of the makeup mirror, and even said to the mirror in a joking tone: "Hey, that uncle said that as long as I cut off this face, let me go, do you agree?" ”

He leaned over to the mirror, whispered almost against the mirror, and then licked the rouge off his lips and laughed.

At this moment, it's hard not to mistake Qi Jiu's appearance as flirting-

"079, thank you for the gift, and next, the show is about to officially begin."

"Stay tuned."

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