Chapter 171: Despicable me (3)

We sometimes see a pattern of the host playing on some quiz-like variety shows. For example, there are three baffles on the scene, and the host told the participants that one of the baffles behind it is a brand new car, while the other two have nothing behind. Then he asked the contestants to choose a piece to open.
The entrant chose the first baffle, and at this time, knowing which board had the car's host behind it, came to the third baffle and opened it, nothing behind. Then, the host went to the contestant and said, "Do you still have to choose the first baffle now? Do you want to change your choice?"
Most people don't change their choices. The reason is just paranoia or fear. They think that the host is using reverse psychology and trying to get himself into the trap. But in fact, no matter where the car is, open the emotional factors, based on statistics, and make choices based on the change of the variability, you should choose the second baffle.
I didn't feel that I didn't enter the first door. It was a multi-consideration. Whether I saw the overlap of time and space, or the simple illusion, whether it is a kind of interference or a hint. Choosing to enter other corridors, the possibility of finding a pharmacy has not decreased, and the probability of encountering danger, or "choosing the wrong", is lower than entering the first door.
The priority exploration of other paths can also serve as a testimony to what happened in the first road. After collecting more script information, it may be able to explain the previous scene more accurately.
Hey... the very high frequency of footsteps.
After sealing into the third door, he ran on the corridor. He ran very fast, and his figure was like a purple cheetah. Passing the corridor. He knows in his heart that in this monotonous corridor, no more time can be delayed.
After the first twenty-three minutes of the net, he did not find a bottle of medicine. Even after finding the pharmacy, he had to spend time to unlock the game of several chainsaw doors. That kind of game can be described as refreshing and physical fitness. If you play in reality, in addition to causing permanent disability and psychological shadow, there is a high probability that you will die. And in the thriller park. Take the script for the moment, if you don’t play well, you will lose the survival value or time, and the Contra Medal will be offered.
[Jazz Dance] has not been blasted in the previous script. It is a great fortune to be unfortunate. It not only improves the speed of running but also reduces the effect of physical energy consumption. At this time, it can help him grab a lot. Time is coming.
"Hey?" Feng Shou ran and ran. Seeing the side of the front corridor, there was a door, a wooden, old-looking door.
This is in the middle of the corridor, and the road ahead is not known how long it is, but there is room in the corridor. It was a bit surprising. I thought that these monotonous corridors were just channels for consuming players' time, connecting different flag locations. However, there were some settings in this halfway.
The seal did not hesitate to stop in front of the door and reached for the door. He must have to go in. What if there is a bottle of medicine inside? No one has said that the pharmacy must be at the end of the corridor, and that there is no end to the corridor. There is no pharmacy at the end, you have to put a question mark, and what will come out behind the door in front of you, it is unknown.
The door was opened, very quiet, and there was no sound that the imaginary wood "Oops" sounded. The inside of the house was very dark, and the lights of the corridor were swallowed up by the darkness at the door. Unconsciously, he did not rush into it. He took out the flashlight and illumined it. He first saw the internal situation.
It was an empty little room with no furniture, and there were some empty cartons and large baskets in the corner. There was a window in the room, but it was tightly sealed by a layer of iron. There are no other doors in the room and no carpet on the floor. The floor is not the same as the outside corridor, it is very worn, and it is uneven, and there are some plaques that seem to be caused by insects.
What clues or items are hidden in this room is hard to say, but one thing is certain: there are no people inside, and there is no place for people to hide.
After a few tenths of observation, he stopped walking and stepped in.
When his feet crossed the door and the whole person was in this small room, a strong chill caught him. It felt like he was wearing a thin shirt in the winter, standing in the snow and ice. It is so true that it is by no means a psychological factor.
"Hey... What kind of air conditioner? The place where you stand outside the door is still at room temperature..." Feng Shou didn't feel afraid anyway, he still talked to himself easily.
He raised his flashlight and was about to look around the corner to see the dead corner that could not be seen outside the house. At this time, the door behind him moved himself, just as it was when it was opened, it was quietly closed...
"Closed again?" It seems that I was a little impatient with the situation of being shut down after entering the claustrophobic space. He turned and pulled the doorknob and tried to turn it in order to open the door.
The result... it really failed.
After the door was closed, it was no different from being trapped, and the chill in the house became more prosperous. The seal didn't feel like this door, and he was still panting, and the flashlight shone out the white air that came out of his mouth.
"Okay, okay... This is a waste of time. If you solve the puzzle, you can go out right." The head shook his head and turned quickly. He started the carpet-style search house quite helplessly.
He looked at the four corners, it was normal, there was nothing, then he went to the corner of the corner of the carton and empty basket, just at this moment, I suddenly felt what I felt...
He realized that there were eyes and he was staring at himself from a height.
Unconsciously, he slowly raised his head and moved the light of the flashlight upwards. Even if he saw it... In the middle of the ceiling, there was a shadow formed by the air floating, and its shape was not very clear, it seemed to be a human shadow. Its body is close to the ceiling, as if it can be isolated or engulfed. When the light of the flashlight shines on it, the aperture is separated around its body.
Unconsciously, he calmly stared at the guy, and it also overlooked the seal. The strange atmosphere lasted for a long time, and the shadow gradually faded and disappeared...
Unexpectedly, just three seconds after it completely disappeared, suddenly, two blue beams were shot from above, exactly where the shadow eyes were.
Just change a normal person to stand here and you have to be scared. But you can't stop standing still in the same place. You don't even shake your hand. You can't help but say: "You are shocked... very lively. what……"
At this time, the shadow fluttered from above, and the seal did not take a step back, easily avoided, and took out the [one-shot killing pistol], pointing at the other side: "What do you want to do?"
The shadow gradually became clear and true from a state of nothingness. He became a black human figure, and he looked like the murderer who was planted in Conan’s hand, but the eyes of the goods were blue, and There is also a strange fold on his body. It is faint to see fluid flowing in the pleats, as if the guy's blood vessels are outside the body and transparent.
"Do you tell a ghost story?" The shadow opened, and the voice sounded like a middle-aged man.
"You...hahahahaha..." I don’t know which nerve is wrong. He suddenly felt that this scene was so funny. This sentence is even more a poke of his smile. After about a dozen seconds, he Reluctantly control the emotions and said: "I warn you, I am in a hurry."
"Let's tell a ghost story." The shadow said another.
He did not feel that he had put the gun down. He was not worried that he would kill the pistol and not kill the goods. He just worried that killing the goods might cause him to be trapped in this room. "If I talked... Is there any benefit?" he asked.
Don't look at it is such a seemingly simple and casual question. In fact, I don't think it is very detailed. He didn't ask, "Can you let me go out when you talk about it?", but ask "What good is it," so the other person's answer is There are more possibilities. If the flag of this room is to tell a story, then open the door, then how to ask the same; but if you tell the story of the ghost, there are other benefits besides going out, the unconscious question can be learned in advance. reward.
"If you can scare me, let you go out." The shadow returned.
"Then I shot you down, then go out, don't you save trouble?" Feng did not feel that he did not raise a gun, he was only using language to test.
"Well..." The shadow was actually considered. "Well, if the story you told scared me, I will not only let you go out, but will also send you directly to the "cell" at the end of this corridor. You just were there. Go there, right? That road is very long."
If you say this, you will understand it if you don't feel it. If you fix it with a gun, you can go out, but the time delayed here is not going back. And the storytelling... Although it still has to take a few minutes to go in, it can reach the end of the corridor directly. Maybe it will save some time, and God knows how long the corridor will be in the second half...
"Okay, then I will talk about one." The seal seems to be a familiar road to this matter. The light of his flashlight, from the bottom up, shines on his face, in a sinister tone and a low voice: "In the past, there was a taxi driver..."
Seeing this, I think everyone should understand why it is forbidden to be banned from contact with children...
"...he often has to work very late. One day, when he passed a relatively strange road, he saw a white woman waving in front of him..." Feng did not pick a long story, although He said that Mr. Shuji’s skill is to talk about an hour’s work. Even conceiving a short horror novel and dictating it can be done. But at this time, he naturally controls the length as short as possible:
There are not many drivers. I thought, he stopped the car.
The woman opened the rear door and sat in the car. Her weight seems to be very light, and the driver did not feel any fluctuations in the car when he got on the bus. The driver asked her, ‘Where are you going? ‘Don’t move the line of sight to the rearview mirror...