God forbids me to fall in love

There were some electric sounds on the other end of the phone, and then a male deep magnetic voice called his name with a very positive tone.

"Fang Yue."

Fang Yue was holding his breath in shock, because the NPC in the secret room called out his real name, but he realized the second second that it was clearly Meng Weiyi's voice.

"Meng Weiyi, is that you?" He squeezed the props in his hand and asked a little bit stammeringly.

"Hmm. Turn the plastic shelf in your room clockwise and it will come out."

The words of the person on the opposite side were full of composure, which helped Fang Yue's emotions to calm down.

He followed the instructions to the plastic shelf with all kinds of toiletries, and pushed it around.

Immediately, there was a sound of the mirror in front of the sink opening. Fang Yue looked over in surprise, never expecting that the door was opened here.

No wonder there was no water in the faucet, it turned out to be a well-hidden secret door with decorations.

One would never have expected that the rotating mechanism would have such an effect on one's own. It seems that this is the secret room that can only be cracked by cooperation between the two parties.

Meng Weiyi should have gotten the hints he needs to give him.

Fang Yue didn't delay anymore, he quickly opened the mirror door and jumped out.

Outside was a very gloomy living room, lit only by a broken, yellow desk lamp.

There is a couch facing him, and the wall behind the sofa is painted with runes, which is where the photo was taken in the first photo.

At this moment, Meng Weiyi was sitting on the sofa, watching him quietly.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting." Fang Yue adjusted his clothes that were messed up due to his hasty movements, and walked forward quickly, "How is your side? I got some props, and I can probably piece together a little background of the story..."

Meng Wei smiled kindly at him, but did not answer, but made a slow gesture of "shh".

When Fang Yue didn't know why, a white light suddenly lit up behind him.

Then, from nowhere, the whole room blared with Western music from old gramophone records.

Fang Yue twisted his stiff neck and turned around, seeing the projection of the video tape on the opposite wall.

It is a white screen for the time being, and occasionally some blurred screens flash.

"Don't be afraid, come and sit down." Meng Weiyi said to him softly.

Fang Yue took his own inflexible steps and sat beside Meng Weiyi. As soon as he sat down, the other side put his arms around his shoulders.

At the same time, a white light flashed in the room, and the sound of music stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the appearance of the two of them appeared on the projected screen, but this was not a mirror, but a photo.

It turned out that the so-called projector turned out to be a camera, which would take pictures when it captured a specific movement, which was too high-tech.

Fang Yue clapped his hands in amazement, but suddenly remembered the torn photo.

He turned his head to look at Meng Weiyi's arm on his shoulder, and felt...

This is exactly the same posture. He is now the owner of the room, and Meng Weiyi, as a "lover", is the part that was torn up in the first place?

The devil does not allow the homeowner to have a lover, because the homeowner's soul belongs only to him.

Fang Yue was sorting out the story line, when he suddenly found a few small white dots on the screen.

Originally, those dots were invisible hidden in the white screen, but now their photos appear on it.

Bai Dian pieced together, and faintly revealed a sentence.

"Choose me, or him... what does this sentence mean?" Fang Yue was puzzled, and tentatively asked, "Do you want to choose one among the demon who imprisoned the homeowner and the lover who accompanied him?" Come?"

The more he talked, the more he felt that he was a little witty, because the white dots that make up "I" and "he" are actually like dotted lines waiting to be connected, and there is a pen tied to the light cord under the broken desk lamp. Is it possible? Whoever chooses to draw it?

"Why can't the devil and the lover be the same?" Meng Weiyi asked suddenly.

Fang Yue was stunned for a moment, because although the other party's tone was gentle, his expression was a bit too serious.

"Did you find any relevant clues in your secret room?" he asked cautiously.

Meng Wei shook his head.

"I'm actually not sure. Why don't you try first?"

"Who would you choose?"

Meng Weiyi seemed to be quite concerned about this question. He looked at Fang Yue intently, only waiting for the answer of a demon or a lover.

"..." Fang Yue was silent for two seconds, and took out the walkie-talkie from his pocket, "Hello boss, can you hear me? I want to ask for help. How should I choose the multiple-choice questions in the projector?"

The red light of the walkie-talkie was on, and the heroic voice of the boss came out not very clearly: "You guys are progressing pretty fast! You are really smart guys. Look at the desk lamp in the room, take off the pen tied to it, Circle whichever you choose."

"……OK, thanks."

Fang Yue scratched his head. Originally, he was asking what he should choose, but the boss told him how to make a choice. His question was a little ambiguous.

But that is a question involving inference content, and it is true that one should not wait for the store's answer.

Looking up, Meng Weiyi was still staring at him, as if he would not turn his head until he answered his question.

Fang Yue put away the walkie-talkie, pursed his lips and said, "I don't know what your story line is like, let me explain my understanding. This question should be asked by the devil, lovers don't have this Some kind of supernatural ability. Look, I found a few diaries..."

He took out the papers and showed them to Meng Wei.

"The homeowner also admits that his soul belongs to the devil, so they...are they in love?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Weiyi suddenly laughed.

Could it be that he was fooled by his own reasoning?

Fang Yue fell into a strange silence.

He vaguely felt that Meng Weiyi was smarter than him, and the other party escaped faster than him, but this "smart man" didn't know why he refused to share his discoveries and insights.

"Follow your own choice."

Fang Yue nodded when he heard the words. It seemed that the other party also agreed with his point of view. This question should choose the devil.

So he didn't hesitate anymore, got up and picked up a pen to circle the white dots around the word "I".

When the final touch was completed, an alarm suddenly sounded in the house

"Didi, escape failed!"

The sudden appearance of mechanical and electronic sounds made Fang Yue freeze in place.

Meng Weiyi sat on the sofa very happily, always smiling.

Fang Yue thought it was a plot setting, but when he was at a loss, the walkie-talkie in his pocket also rang

"No, handsome guy, why did you fail to escape!"

The tone of the boss was so unbelievable that he was so shocked that he had a hometown accent.

He continued: "You actually chose the devil? You chose the devil for that question? God, my god, how could there be a guest who chooses the devil... I will go over and open the door for you..."

Fang Yue: "..."

Every time the boss asked the question repeatedly, his temples throbbed repeatedly.

Did they fail to escape because they went through the wrong plot?

Can it still be like this? !

Shouldn’t the secret room be considered a failure only if you are still trapped in it when the time comes, and you can even “die in place” if you choose the wrong plot.

Fang Yue looked at Meng Weiyi who was still "smirking" with complicated emotions, not knowing what to say.

In the end, he just said dryly: "It's wrong to choose a devil..."

As soon as Meng Wei got up from the sofa, he walked to Fang Yue's side and held his hand, correcting him, "That's right."

Fang Yue: "..."

Is this brother's mentality broken by failure?

They refused to admit their mistakes.

After a while, the boss came out from the secret door hidden on the projection wall. He led Fang Yue and the others away with embarrassment on his face, still muttering: "This is the first time I have encountered this since opening the store. Did you make a mistake in the picture?" Already? Well, I thought no one would trigger this option..."

Fang Yue was as quiet as a chicken.

In fact, he didn't understand why it was wrong. It should be reasonable to choose a demon.

"Don't you know that evil cannot defeat justice?" The shopkeeper couldn't help but laughed, and added, "You two are so funny, this time the experience is not good, I will charge you less Half of the money, it’s considered to be a bug test for us in the secret room... come back and play next time you have a chance.”

At this time, there is still an hour before three o'clock in the afternoon, but it is really not a good choice to continue to stay in the secret room shop and wait, it will be a bit embarrassing.

Fang Yue then took Meng Weiyi to the shaved ice shop next door to wait.

I have to say that this puzzle-solving experience ended up being nothingness.

It ended anticlimactically, the story line was not fully unfolded, and the character of "lover" did not appear, only because of a mistake in his choice.

Fang Yue couldn't help sighing while eating red bean shaved ice: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive. I should have thought more about it then."

I don't know what happened. At that time, he seemed to be deceived by lard, and he even came up with a weird view that "it is cruel not to choose demons". It is indeed as the shop owner said, who would choose evil On the side of power, the world view must be such that the evil does not overpower the good...

However, Meng Weiyi raised his hand and stroked his hair, and said in a flat tone with imperceptible relief, "Good boy, you are right."

Fang Yue: "..."

Is Meng Weiyi crazy?

He endured it for a few seconds, stretched out his hand to Meng Weiyi's head, and began to trample him mercilessly.

"You are the child, don't pretend to be a brother."

The touch under the hands is really good, and the hair is soft and smooth.

He got close to Meng Weiyi a lot.

In the past, he always carried an inexplicable psychological burden when getting along with each other, and he dared not make such jokes.

The other party was stunned for a while, and then laughed.

Fang Yue turned back with a smiling face, and silently withdrew his hand, just when the phone displayed that a message had been pushed.

It was sent by the store on Dianping, saying that there are still 15 minutes before the opening time, and you can go back and make preparations for admission.

Fang Yue clicked in and took a look. Live CS also had a theme. Apart from the original gun battle, there were all kinds of tricks, such as campus battle royale, country guerrilla warfare, zombie manor and so on.

And they are about to enter the three o'clock game, the theme is

Demon War.

Fang Yue squinted his eyes, got up and stretched quietly, and went back to the store next door with Meng Weiyi.

"We're going to play Human-Devil War, which theme did you choose?"

Afraid that the other party would not like it, he asked in a low voice.

"This one too."

"Oh, that's good." Fang Yue felt relieved, otherwise he would be willing to accompany Meng Weiyi to play the theme he originally chose again.

When we arrived at the venue, there were already more than a dozen young men and women on the scene, and there were also a few big brothers and uncles who looked like social people. The team composition was extremely rich.

A young girl wearing a clerk's costume stood in front of her and shouted passionately with a loudspeaker: "Everyone, listen to me, the following is a lottery to draw identities. Humans and demons are opposing camps, and they mainly attack the enemy. In the later stage, there may be people from the same group." The situation of carnage... After the identity is drawn, I will take it to the respective camps to change clothes and weapons!"

After the balls of paper were distributed, Fang Yue glanced at the note in his hand with the simple word "person" written on it, and then looked at the note "Scarlet Demon" in Meng Wei's hand, and couldn't help frowning stand up.

"We're not from the same camp." His tone was rather regretful, "But...why are you called the Scarlet Devil?"

Meng Wei looked down at the note, and said softly, "Maybe it's because the devil has scarlet eyes."