Chapter 97: Runaway pen fairy

"This dormitory is not the same as the previous ones." Zhu Jianing stood at the door of the dormitory, and he seemed to be ready to run back at any time.
"I don't know. The first time I saw a haunted house with such a high degree of freedom, the boss was so big and not afraid of tourists." Fei Youliang walked to the chair and picked up the few blank sheets of paper, which read- —When will I die? In what way will I die? Who will die next?
"Looking at this scene is a bit like a pen fairy game, but ..." Fei Youliang looked again at the ballpoint pen wrapped in transparent tape on the chair: "Is this pen too amazing?"
"Will there be any organization?" Zhu Jianing also came over, took the ballpoint pen in his hand, pressed hard a few times, and almost broke the pen barrel: "It seems to be a very ordinary pen."
"Do you remember what the haunted house boss said before coming in?"
"There are four small scenes in the haunted house. You must experience all of them before you can get a clue about the exit."
"Yes, the exit clue is hidden in four small scenes. Let's take a good look. In my experience, there should be things like keys and notes in this bedroom."
The bedroom was small, and they found no hints in all corners.
"This haunted house is a bit difficult, and the design is also very clever." Fei Youliang tiled the white paper in his hand on the table, and there were words written on three sheets, only one of which was blank: "Do you have to experience a pen In order to know the answer?
"It's not good to play the pen fairy game in the haunted house." Zhu Jianing looked at a few questions on the white paper, and was a little flustered.
"In the four small scenes of the haunted house, this one is simpler to look at. If you don't use it as a breakthrough, are you going to go back to that classroom to look for clues?" Fei Youliang waved impatiently: "Again, you really think Is there a pen immortal in this world? Hurry up and try it once.
He didn't know what went wrong. He always felt not too comfortable. The negative emotions that had been suppressed in his heart were stimulated. There was an urge to destroy everything.
Zhu Jianing reluctantly walked across from Fei Youliang, and the two separated on the left and right sides of the chair.
"But I don't know the process of the game."
"Don't worry, I have watched a lot of movies about Penxian, and I have tried several times at home a long time ago. They are all deceptive. This game can be explained by science." Fei Youliang held the pen vertically and hovered On the only blank piece of paper: "Your finger reached into my fingertips, buckled the pen barrel, and then nothing to do."
"Okay." Zhu Jianing believed in Fei Youliang, squatting on the side of the chair, holding the ballpoint pen in the middle: "What then?"
"Keep it quiet." Fei Youliang wrote the words yes and no on the white paper. When there were no more noises in the girls' dormitory, she said softly: "Bixian, Bixian, you are mine Past life, I am your life, if you want to come, draw circles on the paper. "
As soon as his words fell, the half-open door of the dormitory was suddenly blown by a gust of wind.
The dilapidated door opened slowly, and outside was the dead corridor.
Zhu Jianing shivered and flinched into the room.
"Don't move." Fei Youliang stared at the nib, his body resembling a stone statue.
The breeze lingered in the bedroom, and the waste paper on the floor rubbed the calf, as if it was gently scratched with a fingernail, the temperature decreased, and the chill spread along the ankle,
Maintain the same movement. When you are in a state of high tension, your senses will become more sensitive. This is undoubtedly a torment for the two people who are playing the game of pen fairy.
The dilapidated girl ’s bedroom seemed darkened, and the stained sheets were touched by something, as if someone was crawling out from under the bed.
After about ten seconds, the arms of the two hovering in the air began to tremble slightly, and the pen tip also left a series of unconnected dots on the white paper.
"Shouldn't Pen Xian come?" Zhu Jianing asked for a long time, but he couldn't bear the repressed atmosphere.
"Many movies say that the time to invite Penxian is ten minutes. If there is no response within ten minutes, it means failure. However, this thing is originally made by people. Many times, the reason why players think that Penxian appears is actually one. This kind of psychological effect. "Fei Youliang motioned him to wait patiently:" This place is one of the four scenes that the haunted house owner said. We will do it according to his requirements and see what new tricks he can play. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the ballpoint pen in his hand shook a little bit, and both of them noticed it.
"You moved it?"
Unanimously, they looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of surprise on the other's face.
"It's not me." Zhu Jianing quickly denied that he hadn't walked out of the fear brought by those eyes, he encountered this again, and his expression was tense: "You Liang, you said it wouldn't really be a pen immortal? "
"It's impossible. Penxian games only use the environment and the game mode to bring psychological hints. The game time is deliberately arranged for a long time. The arms are suspended, and this will happen because of involuntary shaking of breathing and pulse." Fei You Liang seems to be convincing herself, and added a sentence: "People subconsciously imagine that the pen is moving ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Subconscious will affect subjective judgment."
Is that he just finished speaking, the pen in his hand moved again, this time it is very obvious.
Looked at each other and looked at the blank paper at the same time. The small dots on the paper were connected by a line, and they were drawn into an irregular circle.
"Lying trough! It really seems to be coming!" Zhu Jianing wanted to draw his hand back, and Fei Youliang grabbed him at a critical moment.
"Whether it is true or not, keep playing."
"Why?"
"If it ’s a real pen immortal, if you do n’t send it away, if you end the game without permission, you will be entangled in it until you die; if it is a fake pen immortal, we do n’t have to be afraid, everything is a ghost house boss. The arranged game session is all right. "
"So what do you say next?"
"Ask a question, and then send the pen fairy away." Fei Youliang is still calm.
"Ask what? Are there any questions on the other white sheets of paper?" Zhu Jianing pointed to some white sheets of paper next to it.
"This is a trap. You must not ask about death-related things when you play the pen fairy game. We can just ask some irrelevant things."
"Insignificant question?"
"Let me come." Fei Youliang grabbed Zhu Jianing's hand, and after a pause, he motioned to Zhu Jianing to keep quiet, and said softly, "Bi Xian, Bi Xian, can you tell me my future wife What is your name?"
Originally asked casually, but what Fei Youliang didn't expect was that when he said the question, the wind in the girl's bedroom suddenly stopped, and a breath of extreme suppression emanated from behind him.
The pen in their hands trembles more and more violently, and they quickly write three words on the white paper.
"go to hell!"