Three knocks in a row, three times in a row, are different sounds.

Every time they knocked on the door, there was no movement.

Of course, there were more knocks than just three times.

Fourth, fifth...... Follow.

Every time, the process is almost the same as before.

Apart from...... The voice of the voice is different.

They are male and female, and it is not difficult to tell from the timbre that they are not the same person.

The nervousness of the crowd did not become numb with the repetition of the knock, but on the contrary, the fear began to ferment under the brewing of time.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

…

I don't know how long it took, but I knocked on the door for the first time, and finally someone couldn't bear it anymore.

It was the passenger named Kou Zhihua.

He's the NPC in this bloody door.

Taking advantage of the end of the knocking on the door, he mustered up the courage to break the silence and asked the crowd:

"We ...... Do you want to respond to the outside? ”

In all fairness, he himself thought the question was stupid.

But he was really scared.

During that time, a question had been pestering his mind.

Did the "people" knocking on the door come in?

They came in...... What will happen?

It's hard to think about it.

Kou Zhihua felt that instead of being like this now, it was better to see the rain outside overnight, maybe in this way, he could rest assured.

"To respond, you respond yourself."

Diao Zhiyin clasped her knees in her hands and curled up in a corner far from the door.

She is still the same, and she is definitely not the first to do dangerous things, but she is not as poisonous as before, and she seems to feel as uneasy as Kou Zhihua, hoping that someone can stand up and be the first bird.

The others' expressions were cold.

Some people closed their eyes and pretended to sleep, some people were looking at others, and some people kept staring at the endless wilderness and the bright moon hanging high outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Why should I respond?"

"I'm not alone in facing these problems now, in case those 'people' outside really come in, something will happen then......"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another knock at the door.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

"Hello, is there anyone inside, if there is no one, I'll come in?"

After this voice fell, Kou Zhihua stared at the closed door, a pair of fists clenched, very nervous.

A deep sense of unease in his heart constantly tormented him.

This feeling is like washing your hair in the bathroom, and you always feel that there are a pair of pale hands on your head, which are about to fall at any time.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Don't, don't come in, there's someone inside!"

Kou Zhihua plucked up his courage and said loudly to the door.

After he finished speaking, everyone in the room stood up, looking vigilant, and some of the tricksters had prepared their ghost weapons early to deal with the impending danger.

However, they were nervous for a long time, but there was no vision.

Until the next knock on the door sounds—

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

"Hello ......"

Hearing this voice again, everyone relaxed inexplicably.

They looked at Kou Zhihua with strange eyes, but the other party did not show any abnormalities, but their faces were a little dazed.

To reply, or not to reply...... Aren't they all useful?

Ning Qiushui stood with the driver, silently counting the number of times in his heart.

104。

This is the 104th time there has been a knock on the door.

Distance from that number...... Getting closer.

When he was free, Ning Qiushui glanced at Lin Yiping on his left, and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Lao Lin, you seem to be nervous......"

Lin Yiping came back from his trance, and the corners of his mouth twitched:

"Is there one?"

Ning Qiushui stared at him for a moment and handed him a pack of paper.

"Wipe your sweat?"

Lin Yiping was stunned, subconsciously took the paper handed by Ning Qiushui, and then wiped his forehead and sideburns with the back of his hand, only to find that it had already been completely soaked with sweat.

"It's a bit hot for so many people all huddled in a small room......"

He wiped his sweat and smiled awkwardly at Ning Qiushui.

The latter also smiled and echoed:

"yes, it's hot."

Lin Yiping turned his face away and stared at the door again.

Knock knock!

Knock knock

There was a 105th knock on the door.

When Lin Yiping was engrossed in observing the door, Ning Qiushui approached him a little and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Lao Lin, I don't know what you think about the number 117?"

After Lin Yiping heard the number 117, his body suddenly stiffened, he turned his head suddenly, and his eyes were bloodshot at a speed visible to the naked eye!

A strong arm grabbed Ning Qiushui's arm fiercely, and even scratched him a little painfully.

"You...... Where did you get this number from? ”

Although he was excited, he almost squeezed these words out of his teeth.

Ning Qiushui didn't hide it either.

"Counted."

"Counted?"

"It's raining outside, and there are only 117 heads in total...... And if nothing else, I think there will be a total of 117 knocks tonight, and according to the previous rules, there will be no abnormalities until the 117 knocks are over. ”

Ning Qiushui's tone:

"The real danger will most likely start to appear after the 117th knock."

Lin Yiping listened to Ning Qiushui's description and felt that they were now a group of prisoners waiting for Ling Chi.

Trembling, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth, Lin Yiping's hands trembled badly, and he nervously hit the fire several times without igniting it.

"Lao Lin, have you experienced this encounter before?"

Although he guessed that the other party would not answer at all, Ning Qiushui still asked casually.

Unexpectedly, this time Lin Yiping actually said it.

"Haven't experienced the same."

"Damn...... What went wrong...... When did he or she find out? ”

He cursed under his breath.

Ning Qiushui wanted to continue asking, but was stopped by Lin Yiping with his eyes.

"If you don't want to die, don't ask about it again."

"I'm not going to talk about it."

"That's it, do you understand?"

Ning Qiushui smiled, noncommittal, and did not answer.

Soon, the 117th knock on the door arrived.

Knock knock!

Knock knock!

"Hello, may I ask ......"

After one last knock on the door, there was a dead silence outside......

pS: There is one more update, write it right away.