Chapter 58: Set fifty eight

Designation 58: Paranormal Research Society (11)
While Shan Zi Wei was suffering in the two days of ice and fire, some people finally discovered the plight of the white-haired youth and came quickly from the rear.
What came with it was a piece of crystal white powder, which fluttered over the list of Wei Wei—salt.
The hands inserted in the chest of Shan Ziwei were also stained with some salt. The two extremely white substances seemed to have diametrically opposite chemical reactions. The white salt instantly became dirty, and it was like ashes attached to pale hands. . Although it did not cause any harm, it also displeased the owner of the hand. It released Shan Wei and threw off the stain on the hand.
Shan Ziwei recovered his consciousness the moment he pulled out the ghost's hand, and retreated with all his strength. He was so hard that he took a few steps backwards and sat on the ground with his butt.
hiss……
With tears coming out of the list, Wei Wei immediately lowered his head and rubbed the corners of his red eyes. Pain is a factor, but even more terrible is his nymphosis: without the "icy seal" of ghost hands, his body can no longer hold the false high cold and sensitively swell up.
Trash nymphosis! Shan Zi Wei was soothingly appeasing his body: destroying my morals, destroying my spirit, and treating me badly!
Looking around, the white-haired young man sitting on the ground shook with grievance, seeming to be scared.
"Are you OK?"
Shan Ziwei erased the last trace of desire on his face and looked up. The person who just rescued him was pearl milk tea. Seeing the girl bending down seemed to be helping him, Shan Ziwei quickly supported the scorching body and stood up to avoid Fufu, "Nothing is fine ... Thanks ... Thanks!"
Pearl milk tea nodded in a polite way. Shan Ziwei took a deep breath to calm down the heat of the body, and unexpectedly ate a little salt into his mouth. He quickly patted salt crystals on his body and asked curiously about pearl milk tea: "Why do you think of using salt?"
There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of pearl milk tea, "You should know that many spirit games have salt. It is said that salt can purify all dirty things, so many spirit games use it to ensure the safety of players."
Shan Ziwei thought that the milk tea Similu once said that the pearl milk tea loves the spirit game, it seems true. Pearl milk tea obviously knows more than the half-hanger who has only seen a magic stick.
"I just tried it." Pearl milk tea looked down at the ghost's hand, and his emotions were clearly lowered to the naked eye. "However, it can't hurt the ghost here."
After the conversation between the two, there was no more movement after the ghost on the opposite wall shook off the stain. It hangs against the wall, with five fingers in purple gold fingers, like a dormant white jade spider.
Shan Ziwei's heart tightened, as if wrapped in strands of spider silk, he knew it was an illusion, because the previous control was too deep. Even if he had kept enough distance, Shan Ziwei couldn't help but take another step back.
There seemed to be a sigh of regret in the void, and the pale hand sank silently into the wall and disappeared in the first snow of the sun.
The movement here shocked others, and Rose Blood and Hyacinth looked at Shan Zi, covered with white salt, in surprise.
"What happened?"
Shan Ziwei explained the process of his attack. When it comes to the ghost hand grabbing his heart, hyacinth seems to be horrified by the thrill of it. The hand holding the glasses trembled, and the white lenses reflected The white-haired young man and the man behind him.
"!!!"
Shan Zi Wei turned his head so quickly that his neck was almost broken. After seeing the handsome and familiar face of the host, a certain idiot didn't get sick in one place: this ghost is not scary! !! !!
"you--"
"Have you been touched by him?" The host's voice was lower than usual. He raised his eyes and locked his eyes on the white-haired young man as if to catch Shan Wei. "I'm going to monopolize you."
Shan Ziwei's scalp was numb instantly. Although the host obeyed their previous agreement and made a wake-up call before acting, it made him feel a sense of danger coming from the rain. He wants to refuse emotionally, but his reasoning makes him unable to say what he refuses—his box sp (fear) is not much, and he needs to be "exclusive" to supplement it.
"What do you want to do?"
Shan Ziwei's voice squeezed out of his teeth. He lifted his leg to take a step forward to pull away from the host, but the host's left hand came around behind him, hanging on his chest, blocking his steps.
"He touched here."
The king who exercised exclusivity said, "I will erase his traces."
These sexually explicit words hit Venus in a certain idiot's eye. Before Shan Ziwei thought about it, the hand in front of him had moved up, and he slowly and strongly touched his face.
"Do I like you."
The deep and thick voice line is like the dark river passing through Shan Ziwei's ears. The voice of the host is too low and too deep. It seems to have experienced a long period of precipitation, making people seem to listen to a long love song.
"I like you, okay."
Shan Ziwei's eyes widened and his heart beat almost tragically: these words, these words ...
It seemed disappointed that the white-haired young man had no response. The young black-haired young man slowly put down his hand, and instead took the white-haired young man's hand and pressed it on the position of the heart.
"If you give me your heart, will I like you?"
Shan Ziwei's heart suddenly jumped, hitting his hand on the chest heavily. The man hugged him from behind, his hand pressing on his heart was weak, but he weighed as much as he could.
In the blood-scarred and unbearable memories, the white-haired young man held his heart like a sacrifice and longed for the love of the young black-haired man.
Please like me.
Shan Ziwei clutched his heart and distorted his expression. The heart had long lost his sense of restraint. Instead, it was an indelible hallucination and throbbing. This medicine was too fierce. He thought of the unwillingness and anger when his heart broke , Shame, liberation ... so many feelings all originate from the person behind him.
The one who killed him and now monopolizes him.
Rose blood and hyacinth were shocked to see the white-haired young man vigorously shake off the dark-haired young man, and the atmosphere between the two fell into a very delicate point.
The list of black history Wei, who re-experienced the black history, is very colorful. In contrast, the look of the host opposite is smooth and pleasant. He didn't seem to pay much attention to Shan Ziwei's impact at all, like an aggressive beast leaning forward on his upper body, while compressing the distance between them, he pointed lightly at the position of Shan Ziwei's heart.
"It's already mine."
He declared his ownership to the master of the heart.
"..."
Not to mention that Shan Wei lost his voice, the others were silent as if he had been robbed of his voice.
-Your body does not belong to you.
This strong will ruined their three views, this logic is too unreasonable, but it is arrogant and dumb. Since the rose blood was detected, hyacinth and pearl milk tea have also found something wrong.
This, this is not relationship play at all ...
In addition to the inexperienced Shan Wei, the two "exclusives" he experienced led him to think that this relationship should be played like this. Although the black history that has been deliberately forgotten was turned out, the effective recovery of the box sp sealed his mouth that he wanted to protest.
For a long time, it was still Rose's blood that came out to break the deadlock.
"You guys ..." She seemed to want to admonish something, and then gave up because she couldn't find a suitable word. "Let's keep talking about what happened just now."
Pearl milk tea successor Wei Wei expounded the second half, after understanding the beginning and end, Rose blood stared at the opposite wall with difficulty.
"Although I confirmed that there are rooms and stairs behind the wall, I can't find the mechanism to go in. There is no reminder about the cabinet ..."
The reason they wanted to enter the hidden room was mainly to break through the choice of the three cabinets, but the road in front of them was not accessible, and they returned to their previous predicament.
Is it really luck to open the cupboard?
Compared to other people's shackles, Shan Ziwei is hesitant about another point: should he apply the past horror game to solve the mystery?
"Open the cupboard," Pearl Milk Tea said first. "I would rather fight it, I don't want to consume it like this."
"... Well, what number?"
Hyacinth and pearl milk tea both chose two. When encountering the choice of 1, 2, 3, most people will choose the middle value.
Seeing other people want to enter the second room, Wei Shan couldn't even care so much. Instead of opening it without foundation, he might as well use his daring metaphysics!
There is a doll in the cupboard of the first room of that horror game? He was scared enough at first ... it seemed like the third ... the third room!
"I think ... you can open the third room's cabinet first."
Qiangxue's group turned back and saw the white-haired young man detached from them to the third room, emphasizing as he walked: "I want to open a third cabinet."
"Why?" The girls were very puzzled. They didn't have to open the second cabinet first, but Shan Ziwei's persistence made them feel puzzled, as if suddenly they had the confidence to know the truth.
The look of the white-haired young man was a little weird, "3 is my lucky number."
Seeing that Wei had already walked into the third room, the Roseblood group naturally turned back-if you were lucky, you could hit the doll, and if you opened two cabinets at the same time, it would be a mortal situation.
Before entering the door, Qiangwei saw Shan Ziwei's peeping pear cabinet under the peep of the four pupils in the cabinet.
All the girls took a breath, and the white-haired youth pulled too decisively, giving them no time for psychological preparation. It's too late to say anything at this time, everyone can only keep an eye on Shan Wei's back, waiting for the next second of life and death.
Snapped.
It wasn't the sound of a head falling to the ground, it was not the sound of collapse, the white-haired young man took an intact step to the side, exposing the puppet doll at the bottom of the cabinet.
From Hell to Heaven is just a moment, too much ups and downs make Rose's blood can't tell whether it is joy or shock. She didn't look at the hard-to-get puppet doll, but stared at Shan Ziwei, how do you know?"
Shan Ziwei's sight flickered in the upper right corner for a moment. The reason why he suddenly felt so energetic was because a system setting was quietly in his setting column.
[Setting 7: You know the doll is in the third cabinet, but you can't tell why you know it. 】
This is because the game designer knows that his "tribute" to the horror game will be seen sooner or later, so he also reserved the system settings to block the mouth of the insider? Or, is this system set up to solve this multiple choice question, but I don't know why it is on him?
The former can be described as a happy one, and a "hole" is thus mastered by him; but if it is the latter ... it makes people think very terribly.
Facing the questioning of rose blood, Shan Ziwei said only three words: "ooc."
Sure enough, Rose Blood didn't ask any more. She walked towards the calming pear flower cabinet, the fierce hit and twisted heavy pupil before were like hallucinations.
The doll was lying quietly on the bottom of the cabinet, and it was as strange as it was in memory. Rose Blood picked it up with a frown, and was surprised to find a page of paper under the doll.
[Xx month week x cloudy
Master, he is becoming more lonely.
Originally, the master's temperament was gloomy, and he didn't talk much. Since he was hooked on those ghosts and gods, he was even more reluctant to leave the room.
Every time he saw the young master, he was devoting himself to studying those evil things, and it seemed that only this way could make him really live.
Delivering meals to the young master has become my most feared thing, and if I don't pay attention, I will step on those godly things.
It's time for me to go to the temple for some protection. 】
This is another servant's diary, cushioned at the bottom of the cabinet, and Shan Ziwei stared at those words, gradually tightening the corners of his mouth, and seemed to be having trouble breathing.
Why are you addicted to games and other ridiculous things, because it is ... too lonely ...
This overlap of experiences seemed to separate him from others, and Wei Wei looked at Qianwei Xue's party and discussed the servant's diary—they were outside, but he was substituted into it.
"Let's go and see the other cabinets?" Rose Blood held the diary without discussing the contents above, but suggested, "Now that the puzzles have been solved, these cabinets should not be dangerous, and may also leave clues. . "
No one disputes. It turned out that as Rose Blood said, after receiving the doll, the other two cabinets were still approached by them, and there was no response.
In the other two cabinets, they found a new servant's diary, which was getting more and more alarming.
[Xx month day x day clear
Today is unlucky.
The gentleman's favorite duke broke into the master's room, not only barking at the master, but also causing the master's illness.
Now I know that the illness of the young master is not that he cannot reach the living person, but that he cannot touch the living thing.
Master is born to go that way.
Even his name drove the spirits. 】
[Xx month day x light rain
The duke is dead.
Everyone says it's sick, but I know it's not.
Because I have seen it.
The night the duke left, I saw the young master lighting white candles in the room, and the walls were full of ghosts.
He took off his mask and shouted joyfully: Agui, Agui, have you killed it ...]
The boy's murky call seemed to break through the paper limit, echoing in the darkness, his ears trembling.
Rose blood took a breath, as if afraid of being disturbed, and whispered: "I think the 'king' of this chessboard should be the 'master'. He can drive ghosts, obviously black The 'master' in the shadow mouth is also the source of all tragedies. "
Shan Zi's heart shuddered and he couldn't help arguing: "I don't think it's very similar. The muzzle on the paper in the restaurant was rusty with Wei's family. It felt like a guest from outside was judging Wei's family. Maybe a family of three. There is a fourth person hidden outside. "
"No, this just shows that the 'owner' is the child." Qiangwei hummed the words: "The men in this house are very firm and the women in this house are very thin. What do you feel like it, thank you for your hospitality ... men are very solid, women are very thin, don't they feel that there is nothing missing? It's a family of three who died, what about children? "
"Only this passage was written by the child, can it explain why there is no comment from the child." Qiangwei said methodically: "From the diary and memories, the relationship between the child and his parents is very poor, as bad as his mother-in-law. Use It is taken for granted that such rude, disrespectful words portray parents. "
Shan Zi Wei opened his mouth, in fact, he also recognized the idea of ​​rose blood, but the traces of previous resonance made him subconsciously speak for the child, just like protecting the cub, regardless of right or wrong.
Interrupting this argument was a new line of words appearing on the system settings panel.
[Setting 8: Your nerves are too tight, making your mind very fragile and prone to thunder. (00:01:00)]
After the pressure of plum sp (grief) was set by the system, sp (anger) followed suit.
Suddenly, the players seemed to be hit with a stick and woke up suddenly.
Even if they find the boss, they ca n’t even try to overthrow each other because they have
nothing long, nothing good
. What they should do now is complete the magic game immediately and clear the level as soon as possible!
A group of people came to the living room non-stop, hyacinth turned on the TV full of snowflakes, while Rose Blood placed the doll on the coffee table, and warned everyone again: "Please be aware of yourself. Warnings if blocked by ghosts. "
As soon as the list of Wei Wei's eyelids jumped, it was his turn, and a flower idiot could only pray that the phone bell would ring after the hide-and-seek.
The host took out the flower knife obtained in the kitchen, and a group of people hung the doll around it.
Shan Zi Wei played a gaze, and at the end he put his hand on the knife handle so that he would not be pinched by other people's hands. After experiencing terrible enemies and terrible teammates, his poor red peach sp (hi) is less than 10%.
Hurry up, Shanzi Wei bears the touch of his hand and looks down at the doll. The doll was spread on the coffee table with long hands and feet, with its pale head tilted aside and a smile. Obviously it is a form of being slaughtered by others, but Shan Wei thinks that it is them who are about to be slaughtered.
It wasn't just Shan Wei who was nervous, but the voice of Rose's blood also trembled.
"let's start."
In the white noise of the TV, five people held the knife and pierced it into the doll's body.
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