Chapter 38: Replace it with

Wu Fei met a planning elder brother before, and the other person said this sentence: "Which man does not have the heart of a big lady in women's heart? If it doesn't, it can only be said that he hasn't met the one that makes him tempted. game."
This big brother is a shooting competition game, their game players are mainly mainly man, but the characters with high usage rate are mostly sisters, he specializes in how to sell the cool fashion of the ladies and sisters to the ladies ladies , Sales performance is quite impressive.
Wu Fei did not believe what the other party said before, but now he does. But that sentence has to be changed to: "Which man should not be a big lady in this life? If not, it can only be said that he hasn't met that game yet."
Look, now he didn't meet him.
And he is higher than the so-called women's bosses in the previous games. After all, he really put the skirt on his body.
With music, special equipment is put on, now they just have to wait until late at night to open the notebook.
The sky darkened a little bit, and soon the pointer of the wall clock on the wall pointed to "twelve".
The incandescent lamp on the ceiling dimmed in an instant, and then the small lamp at the head of the bed seemed to be unscrewed by an invisible hand, emitting a dark yellow light. No one was going to press the play button, but there was a light in the room. Slow serenade.
Wu Fei gave Yuan Sanfa a glance, nodded, and took his notebook and lifted his skirt to the bed.
He took a slow breath and opened the notebook...
And in the asx1314 live room:
"This prone position is praised."
"Crazy Screenshot Crazy Screenshot Crazy Screenshot."
"What's praise? Hmm... You have a bad mind, be careful, Mr. Shen Guanguan live broadcast."
"We still have screenshots for President Shen?"
"..."
Far away, the people in the live broadcast room couldn't see the specific content recorded in the red notebook in Wu Fei's hands, but Wu Fei couldn't help standing cold.
This notebook doesn't look thick, but it looks like it can't be turned from page to page. It begins with the first blame, the cause of the blame, the person who is harmed by the blame, has a gentle voice, and talks about it, but only states things, even without any emotional color in the story, but it makes people look back. Chills.
Wu Fei found himself unable to leave.
After reading the first strange talk, he originally wanted to take a break, temporarily stopped to calm down, but found that he could not stop at all. He could only be pulled by an invisible force, and turned down mechanically page by page. Then, reading the weird conversation recorded in the notebook, the words were digging into his mind as if he were self-conscious.
For the first time, Wu Fei found that his imagination was so good, without too much thinking, with the description in the notebook, a very clear and real picture was formed in his mind, as if the scene of the tragedy had been printed on him In his mind, he could even clearly feel the mood of the protagonist and the desperate wait for the evil spirit to come.
Yuan Sanfan stood alert by the bedside and watched Wu Fei looking at the notebook on the bed.
From his point of view, Wu Fei's expression is calm, everything is normal, the only weird thing is that he has been turning the notebook page by page at a constant rate, and the notebook seems to be turned over. He felt a little strange, but he didn't dare to disturb Wu Fei at this time, and only watched anxiously.
Suddenly, two knocks came from the bedroom door.
The first time the voice sounded, Yuan Sanfan ignored it, but soon the door was knocked twice.
Yuan Sanfan heard this time, but he didn't dare to rush past-in such a haunted house, where would someone knock on the door?
On the third time, Yuan San Fat listened carefully, and soon he heard something wrong-that sound is not like knocking on the door, but more like something is hitting the door, and the direction of the sound is too low It's like knocking on the bottom of the door instead of the normal position.
Yuan San-Fang glanced at Wu Fei on the bed again, and after confirming that the other side was temporarily okay, he boldly walked towards the bedroom door. Wu Xinxin's bedroom door had a hole in the place where the cat's eyes should have been installed. The hole was blocked by a paper tube made of newspaper. Yuan Sanfan carefully removed the paper tube, put his face on the door, and looked out from the hole...
There was no one outside the door.
Yuan San-fat's heart beat, and at the same time, the percussion sounded again.
He looked down with his voice and saw a white thing crawling on the dark corridor, constantly knocking on the door in front of him.
At the same time, the thing seemed to sense his sight, slowly and slowly raised his head and looked in his direction...
Yuan Sanfan almost scared to the ground.
After the reaction, he quickly supported himself with a black wooden sword, then moved the chair to the door, and ran back to the bed with a roller belt, while watching Wu Fei, while staring at the direction of the bedroom door vigilantly.
Wu Fei has seen the fifth strange talk.
The note does not say when this strange talk started, but there are always people who will encounter "people on the bridge" for various reasons and become victims of strange talk.
"People on the bridge" will come forward to ask for body parts one by one. If they get the third thing, "people on the bridge" can't put together a whole body, it will answer the question After that, the person who came to death took the fourth thing from him; if the person on the bridge had enough body during this period, it would ask the person to come to the bridge and stand there instead.
The inescapable replacement will be killed and become the new "man on the bridge".
What about the people on the bridge? Was it free after finding a substitute?
The notebook didn't say anything. The notebook only said: "It was eaten by it."
Soon, Wu Fei turned to the sixth strange talk.
This strange talk is no longer written. Wu Fei found himself sitting in a yellowed classroom, wearing a light yellow embroidered dress.
In addition to dressing, he is completely his own way, but the exercise book in front of him is written in Juanxiu's pen: "Lin Xinxin."
...
This night seems to have been extremely long.
The knocking sound outside the door has never stopped, and the sound seems to be getting louder and more urgent, and knocked on Yuan Sanfan's heart at once.
Suddenly, two more sounds came from the other side.
Yuan Sanfan shook his head and confirmed that this was indeed not his auditory hallucination. He hesitated and slowly looked to the left window-a pale, corpse-shaped hand fell down from the window, and a moment, tapping the glass window with pale knuckles.
Immediately afterwards, there was a "bang" knocking sound, this time the sound was very boring, but it was close to him. Yuan Sanfan turned his head and turned his gaze to the wardrobe opposite the bed.
There was something in the cabinet, "banging" on the closet, and the door of the cabinet shook with the other party's flap.
Yuan San-fat swallowed, picked up his black wood sword, and walked slowly toward the closet.
In this case, it is impossible to solve one first.
...
Wu Fei found himself in a strange state. He seems to be back in the memory of "Lin Xinxin", where he is wearing the clothes Lin Xinxin wore and experienced what Lin Xinxin experienced. He was clearly his original face, but the people around him seemed not surprised at all, but treated him with the attitude of "Lin Xinxin", as if he had always been Lin Xinxin.
He also slowly understood the situation of "self" or "Lin Xinxin".
She is a neglected and unnecessary person at home. Her parents only care about her brother, as if the daughter is just an unexpected, unimportant person. Later, when her brother went to study abroad, her parents put their minds on the business even more, and it was rare to go home once a month.
Even better than many traditional male-dominant families, the Lin family does not lack money, so she is not materially treated. She has much more pocket money than her classmates around, enough to buy her favorite clothes. And other items.
But this made her appear to be out of tune with her peers, and because of the introverted character she had been neglected for a long time, she didn’t have any friends in school. "Alienation" "bad personality".
She became more egoistic and began to talk to herself. The only solution was to wear her favorite skirt on the bed every night at night and listen to music and write a diary. She has a few beautiful and expensive skirts, but she dared not wear them out, because when she first went to the classroom wearing a skirt she liked, she was scorned and ridiculed by several classmates who did not cover up.
She obviously didn't do anything, and she didn't even dare to say anything.
Her long-standing neglect and isolation made her especially cherish the care of others. When the art teacher at the same school expressed her appreciation for her artistic talents and showed her care and attention to her in her spare time, she easily took care of The other party gave trust, but this trust gave the other party an opportunity to abuse her.
She was unable to resist, and fell into extreme depression after the incident. She put this matter in her heart and dared not say to anyone, until one day she could not bear to tell the newcomer to her There is a substitute teacher who is slightly concerned. However, from the second day on, the school spread her gossip and humiliating words made to her indiscriminately.
She didn't even know who passed it on. Instead, the person who violated her plucked herself out innocently.
And the beautiful dresses she bought just to satisfy her own preferences became the evidence that those people humiliated her.
In those days she was in a trance, she could see the malicious pointing of others everywhere she went, and heard the insults that insulted her personality...
She felt resentful, resented all people, and resented herself like this.
She didn't notice that there was a pair of extremely malicious eyes that had been staring firmly at her.
Numerous auditory hallucinations began to appear in her ears. Sometimes they were what the people said, and they were vaguely inaudible, but they were all malicious; sometimes it was a low dumb, cold voice, smiling and asking why she didn’t go. If you die, you can pull these people to together, so that they can't run away. The voice is extremely bitter, but it is very clear in a hallucination.
Illusions began to appear in front of her eyes. She saw her dead. Her notebook was put in the school and she was always picked up by curious people. And as long as they open the notebook, she will appear, strangling those people one by one...
When she is dead, she can use her resentment and malice to strangle all the malice and injustice that this world has for her.
Finally one night, she put on her favorite skirt, opened her favorite music, climbed to the bed, opened her notebook-a sharp scalpel in the notebook.
This skirt was originally intended to be worn on my brother's birthday. My brother said that he would go home on his birthday, so that dad and mom would also come back that day. In any case, she still wants to show the best and the most beautiful to her loved ones. Ordinary family gatherings are indeed a solemn day where she needs to be treated seriously.
She cut her wrists with a knife. The blood slowly flowed along with the music. She gradually lost consciousness, but suddenly felt strong unwillingness and regret-it wasn’t her that was wrong, she shouldn’t die like this, she shouldn’t retaliate after death. Those people, she wants to live, live well, live stronger, become a powerful person, and avoid things like this happening again.
She struggled to sit up, wanted to stop bleeding for herself, wanted to call the emergency number, she wanted to live... but a cold hand choked her throat and stopped all her actions.
She struggled desperately, feeling the loss of her vitality in vain. When she was about to die, she foreseen the fate of "self". She saw herself as a strange talk, an unsolvable strange talk that killed countless people.
With her last effort she lifted the hand and wrote twelve words on the blood-stained notebook--
"The notebook will not hurt its owner."
Wu Fei opened the red notebook. The notebook won't hurt him, but countless wraiths killed and imprisoned by the notebook seem to be induced, appearing one after another.
At first, there were only one, two, three or five sporadic. Afterwards, there were more and more ghosts and ghosts. They poured out of the door, the window, the wardrobe, and even the bottom of the bed, surrounding Wu Fei's bed.
A pale arm stretched the bed, trying to reach the person above.
Wu Fei was lying on the bed calmly, wearing a red gauze skirt, his eyes closed slightly, as if he knew nothing about everything around him.
Yuan San fat waved the black wood sword panting, killing a wraith that was only closest to himself and Wu Fei.
But this is not enough. The escaping grievances are much faster than his beheading speed. Even with the help of the black wood sword, as an ordinary political teacher, he is only one level higher than the Bronze Steel. It is difficult to deal with so many wraiths.
When cracking the key to the sixth strange talk, the lens of the movie screen was always aimed at them. Both the contractors in the screening hall and the audience of asx1314 raised their breaths at the same time.
The black returned to its true color, looking at the scene on the screen, hesitated a bit, and used his claws to get out the functional card hidden under his belly--
"[Spade K: Replace it with your body]: Replace it with your body, endure all the hardships for it, and experience all the difficulties for it. No matter what is ahead, I will face you one by one."
"Function description: Replacing a planner into the movie, replacing the identity of the other party. Inheriting the ability of the other party and replacing it to withstand all negative effects, including death."
If this is a level that survives like the end of the first level and can be won at the end, then he can use this card instead of Wu Fei to win and lose steadily. After all, the death of the contractor is not really dead, as long as the planner has been alive, they can not be eliminated.
But this level is not. The pass condition for this pass is to find and eliminate evil spirits.
The cat's claw quickly fiddled with the communicator a few times-
"Is the identity of the person switching the contract confirmed to be r-level identity [Human: President]?"
"The identity switch has been confirmed."
Next, turn off the communicator and activate the function card:
"Are you sure to use the function card [Spade K: Replace it with your body] for planner Yuan Zhicheng?"
confirm.