His hand reached under the bed, and sure enough, he felt a bulge.

Judging by the shape, it was a gun.

Xie Qing sighed lightly: "It's really a good thing." ”

He forcefully removed the tape-glued object and looked at it in his hand.

"It's still fresh from the traces of the paste, but it's been sitting for a while from the dust, and it looks like one of my teammates found it and hid it here."

The corners of Xie Qing's lips lifted lightly: "You can find this, wife, you are so powerful." ”

Lin Zhi stood beside him and didn't respond, Xie Qing didn't look like he wanted to take it away, but like he was going to do something else.

Sure enough, Xie Qing opened the magazine, poured out the bullets inside, and put the gun back on.

…… This kid is not only shameless, but also has a bad stomach.

Lin Zhi sneered, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and the red wedding dress swayed lightly in the air.

However, he knew that Xie Qing was not doing this for fun, or just for fun.

The danger of this kind of thing is too high, whether the murderer gets it or someone else gets it, in this case, you must attack other people, whether the other party is a player or not, or even extreme, that person can even kill the other five people, so that he can definitely clear the level.

It is understandable that the man hid the gun here, after all, in this case, whoever has such a weapon is the target of the public.

01 thinks that the death of the subject of this mission should be excusable, even if he does not die of a heart attack, it is very likely that someone will die on the road.

Xie Qing closed the door intimately, pretending that he had not come in, so as not to cause panic in the hearts of unknown teammates, and went straight to the third floor after leaving.

On the third floor, in addition to the master bedroom and cloakroom, there is a large room similar to a dance studio, which is supposed to be the place where Mr. Moria practiced his plays.

"There are so many mirrors in this place."

Xie Qing looked at the ceiling, even above.

Chapter 125: The Ghost Wife of Infinite Players

Xie Qing's words led to reverie, and Lin Zhi did think of a certain aspect.

However, Xie Qing's next sentence was: "Do you say that you can play some psychic games to see if you can be summoned?" ”

The innocent man can't be set, and those who want to be crooked will inevitably be silent, but Lin Zhi didn't ignore the cunning in Xie Qing's eyes, obviously with some flirtatious tricks.

It's a pity that the object of his teasing is a ghost, and he can't see the feedback, and the effect will inevitably be greatly reduced, but Xie Qing doesn't mind at all.

Lin Zhi picked up the coin in Xie Qing's palm with his hand, maintained a face-up posture and let go, and the coin gently fell back into Xie Qing's palm.

He was also curious if Xie Qing could summon him.

The cold touch passed between his palms, and Xie Qing's heart trembled, and before he could have time to reminisce, it disappeared.

"You agreed? Let me think if there is any good way...... There don't seem to be many psychic games played by one person, and now the restrictions seem to have narrowed the scope, do you have any ideas? ”

The coin of the palm changed and became the word upwards.

Lin Weaving really didn't have any good ideas, he had already taken the initiative to appear, but humans couldn't see him, and there was no relevant summoning method in the memory of the original owner.

"Then there's only one way, but it's not suitable for now, I looked at the clock in the hall that can still be running, it's not time yet, but before we do this, we need to determine a problem."

Xie Qing's expression was extremely serious, but the words he said were not like that.

"Wife, if it is not you that I summon at that time, you have to help me, after all, I am your person in life and your ghost in death, and I can't let other ghosts bully me."

He smiled and groaned, but pretended to be a little flustered, and his coquettish tone was very natural, as if their relationship was extremely intimate, but they both knew the nature of this relationship, as well as the isolation of life and death and the opposition of identities in this relationship.

Those blood-colored entanglements and suspicions, or disguises or real exploits.

This time, the coin in his hand did not respond, Xie Qing lowered his head and waited, but felt a slight coolness.

The wide mirror in front of him reflected his figure, and the slight agitation of the clothes in his abdomen.

The sound of the zipper of the sweatshirt being unzipped echoed in the silence of the room, and the shirt underneath showed the bent knuckles.

Xie Qing looked straight in the mirror, even if he had experienced it once, he still had to adapt to this weird feeling that sent chills down his spine when he saw it.

Cold eroticism, no warm palm.

He seemed to be entwined with flowers with rotting roots, as if he could smell the sweet smell of his wife's body with the smell of fat powder.

He was dressed for his newlywed, and his body in his wedding dress was already dead.

Xie Qing felt a force, and his body shook for a moment, not so much as falling, but deliberately falling to the ground.

He looked up at the top of his head and saw his own face.

The self in the mirror is a little unfamiliar, and so is the waiting.

The flat fabric occasionally appeared outlining the slender fingers, and the cold feeling made Xie Qing couldn't help but inhale slightly, and the contour lines of the muscles became more distinct.

The clear sense of touch, the opposite of the vision, outlines the strange charm.

Xie Qing's hands were propped up on the ground, his upper body leaned back slightly, and his eyelashes fluttered and his eyes closed.

His chest rises and falls when he breathes, because he holds his head up, and the Adam's apple slides up and down when he swallows.

The coin was not put away by him, because he had no hands to hold, he wiped it clean and bit it in his mouth.

It's a casual yet intense and deadly hormonal attack, and unlike the battle-hardened skill, it's a more energetic look that is more engaged than trapped, and it's a mesmerizing feedback, honest and cunning.

Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand.

The coolness disappeared suddenly, and Xie Qing opened his eyes with some confusion.

Could it be that the charm of his abdominal muscles is only for a minute, and Lin Zhi doesn't even pick it up, at least he has to take a look, right?

The slight familiar softness made Xie Qing's jawline tighten, and it slid unnaturally when it was touched by the Adam's apple.

Obviously, his arms were empty, and he couldn't see anything in front of him, but he seemed to have seen the young man biting his neck, and those dark eyes with some innocent meaning looked at him with a smile.

Xie Qing couldn't help but stretch out his hand, he was supposed to wrap around the young man's waist, but all he touched was air.

The coin he had bitten was gently pulled out and placed on his lips after snuggling up to his cold lips.

Xie Qing looked at the flowers reflected on the ceiling and knew Lin Zhi's answer to his question.

- Okay.

He must have said so, but he didn't hear it, but it didn't matter, he saw it.

Xie Qing stood up and put the coin back in his pocket.

He patted the dust off his body and walked out of the room.

Mr. Moria's master bedroom was equally spacious, with a cloakroom inside, and as Lao Pi said, there were all kinds of clothes in it, both men's and women's, and from the size of Mr. Moria's was a little thin.

Xie Qing's gaze quickly skimmed over these objects and landed on a sculpture in the room.

Above is a little boy holding a third-order Rubik's cube, although there is no color distinction between the Rubik's cube in his hand in the carving, it can still be seen from the little boy's movements that he is trying to restore the Rubik's cube.

Xie Qing's hand rested on the Rubik's Cube, wanting to see if it could move and if it could be taken out.

The fact was not, Xie Qing had no choice but to give up his plan to shun this thing, and continued to walk around the bedroom to see if there was anything he could take.

Apparently there were seven of them, and in the bedroom there was a little boy playing with a six-sided Rubik's Cube, which was clear at a glance.

The rules and the weaknesses of the boss are always the guideposts on the way to clearing the level, and Xie Qing feels that the disguised murderer should have some characteristics that can be discovered by the players.

Xie Qing walked to Mr. Moria's collection cabinet and touched his chin in contemplation.

"With so many records, wife, can you tell which record is being played the most?"

Xie Qing stretched out his hands: "If you can, you can touch my right hand, if you can't, your left hand." ”

Xie Qing felt that his left hand had been touched, and he didn't regret it.

"It's okay, it's hard to distinguish this kind of thing, and when the time comes, it's a big deal to break it for him."

Xie Qing looked at the lock in front of the collection cabinet and smiled kindly.

Lin Zhi was silent, Xie Qing was really committed to playing himself to death.

Xie Qing went downstairs, and his teammates were distributed in the living room, separated from each other by a certain distance.

The distance between Hongyu and Qian San was closer, but they were not next to each other.

As Xie Qing appeared, the atmosphere in the living room unconsciously tensed.

Xie Qing sensed their defensiveness, as if they had reached some kind of consensus in his absence.

Hongyu took a few steps in Xie Qing's direction, trying not to stiffen her expression too stiffly.

"Did you find anything?"

Xie Qing shook his head, there was no need to say anything about that statue, and it didn't have much value.

He went to the kitchen and came out to sit again.

The hands on the wall clock are constantly moving, indicating the progress of time.

Everyone in the living room was drowsy and napping in the position they felt safe.

Xie Qing stood up and walked to the third floor.

His movements were so light that he didn't even make a sound, but everyone in the hall opened their eyes and looked in his direction.

Xie Qing didn't care about these sights, the wooden steps were a little old and made a sound.

The sound made people's spirits tense even more, and the remaining five people stood up quietly.

Lao Pi: "He's really weird. ”

"Listening to the voice, he went to the third floor, what is he going to do? Otherwise, we will strike first, and maybe we will be safe. ”

Li Ru looked at the others and asked for their opinions.

Hongyu argued: "If it was him, he wouldn't have to be so obvious, didn't he deliberately make us suspicious?" ”

Li Ru was a little anxious: "Who knows, maybe he did it on purpose, and he did it the opposite." ”

Every minute and every second of waiting is like a nervous process.

"Let's go up and have a look."