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"Bang bang bang!"

The violent impact outside the door continued.

A large amount of dust was shaken off, and the not-so-thick door panel looked like it might fall apart at any time, but it still persisted worryingly.

A full 2 minutes passed.

Fu Qitang silently counted the seconds in his heart, and as time passed, he became calmer instead.

He was convinced that there was a ghost outside the door, and this ghost seemed to be unable to appear anywhere out of thin air, so he pretended to be Gong Zijun and tried to trick him into opening the door.

And if you don't open the door yourself, ghosts can't break in.This should be some kind of rule restriction, otherwise Fu Qitang would not believe that a ghost would not be able to break open a thin door.

"Well, are you tired, do you want to take a break?"

As if hearing his words, the impact paused for a moment.

Fu Qitang immediately said: "It's been a long night, why don't we chat?"

"boom!"

"boom!"

His response was a more violent impact than before.

"Why are you still angry? Aren't you quite talkative just now? Let's talk." Fu Qitang chuckled, but still gripped the dagger tightly, looking around vigilantly, "What's your name? Male Is it a girl or a girl, how old is this year?"

"..."

"Either way, let me ask, and you just answer 'yes' or 'no'—are you a woman?"

There was only one woman among the five dead, and Fu Qitang first wanted to narrow the scope.

"..."

-Barrage-

[08: Fuck, I almost scared me to death just now, but now poof——is the newcomer teasing ghosts?What a guts]

[49: Me too! !I really thought it was Mad Wolf who came to send warmth, but luckily the newcomer didn't open the door! ]

[39: Tangtang is amazing! ]

"This seems a bit too slow, otherwise, let's call the name directly. Zhang Ningduan?"

Fu Qitang read out the name of the first deceased, and waited for a while, but there was no movement outside the door.

"It seems not, then... Wei Yang?"

Continue to be silent.

Fu Qitang simply reported the names of the remaining three deceased, and then paused at the end: "Uh, Master Ling Tong...is this his real name? Could it be his Daoist name?"

Yet his response was still silence.

Fu Qitang didn't move, just continued to listen intently, and after waiting for a few minutes, the ghost seemed to have really left.

Was called a bad name and left in a disgruntled manner?It shouldn't be that simple.

Fu Qitang shrugged, "Well, I have watched hundreds of supernatural movies and novels, and it is absolutely impossible to open the door or lie on the cat's eye to check if you are really gone, I am not so curious , so just pretend you're really gone. Good night."

With a bang, the door shook violently again.

But this time, it seemed that he was kicked hard by someone angrily, and then he calmed down completely.

After waiting for a while, after confirming that there was really no movement outside the door, Fu Qitang let out a sigh of relief.

Finally gone.

Avoiding being close to the bed and sofa, which used to be murder spots, Fu Qitang simply sat down cross-legged, grinned wryly, and felt that every muscle in his body was stiff.

How could you not be afraid.

He was scared to death.

Fortunately, there was no danger, and the catastrophe was temporarily passed.

Fu Qitang wiped off his sweat, recalled the situation just now, and looked at the barrage again.

"So ghosts are also restricted by certain rules. For example, if I don't take the initiative to open the door, it can't come in. But this kind of rule needs to be explored by the player. If it can be used, it should also be able to deal with ghosts in reverse?"

[11: That’s right, but most people want to explore the rules, hehe]

[20: It’s better not to, the bigger the game, the easier it is to die, newcomers should develop wretchedly first]

"That's true." Fu Qitang nodded, he knew his own strengths very well, "After all, I still can't even understand some basic common sense."

[04: Didn't Crazy Wolf give you a notebook]

After being reminded by the barrage, Fu Qitang remembered it.

The ghost had just left, and it would take time to make a comeback, so Fu Qitang took out his notebook and looked through it.

I didn't have time to take a closer look before, but now I realized that this seems to be the notebook that Gong Zijun kept recording and revising on the train.

Thinking of Gong Zijun holding a pen to scribble and change, Fu Qitang couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, and gently stroked the paper with his fingers.

This turned out to be a completely handwritten beginner's guide.

Fu Qitang read it carefully, and finally figured out what he didn't understand before.

For example, the train will divide the passengers on the train into four groups and put them into different dungeons. The number of people in each dungeon is variable, but so far there has been no single person entering the dungeon.

In addition, no matter how long the player stays in the dungeon, they will return to the car on the same day after completing the task, and there will be a 7-day rest period after that.

During this period, newcomers will get on the bus one after another. Like myself, Su Wei, and Xu Weiguang, it is quite rare for the three newcomers to get on the bus at the last minute.

Another example is props.

Unlike the novels Fu Qitang has read, the players here have no supernatural powers. To deal with ghosts, the biggest reliance is various props.

The props are divided into four types: attacking, healing, auxiliary and plot. The first three can be exchanged with survival points in the 0th compartment. Nie Xiaolan’s talisman and Yuan Fei’s monocular are such; The copy was brought out, and the double camera used to assassinate Fu Qitang belonged to the latter.

In addition, some are closely related to the plot and the answer, and can only be used in the current dungeon, and those that cannot be taken out of the dungeon are also plot props.

Fu Qitang focused on the introduction to the "rules" in the notebook.

Because players do not have the ability to restrain ghosts, even if they have props, they are at a disadvantage. In order to balance the strength between humans and ghosts, each dungeon has one or several hidden rules. This is the "way of life" left by the train for players.

For example, this time, ghosts cannot appear in the room at will, and must be allowed by the player to enter.

As long as the player knows this, the probability of survival will undoubtedly be greatly improved.

But most of the rules require players to risk their lives to explore. Only the extremely sinister copy, the train will give the player a reminder.

Finally, there is another very important point.

The return time of the train can be advanced.

Take this time as an example, although the return time of the train is 25 am on the 10th, if they clear the instance on the 23rd and get rid of the ghost, then the train will appear in advance at the place where it came, that is, Qingxi Park subway station.Once they miss this time and don't get on the bus, they will be left in the copy forever.

And what will happen if you stay in the copy, no one knows.

In addition to these must-know knowledge, Gong Zijun even wrote down the representative dungeons he had experienced as cases.

There are dozens of pages densely packed, and every word is thrilling and vivid. Fu Qitang looked at it, and for some reason, he felt a sense of pride.

His eyes lingered between the strokes written in black ink, and an innocent smile that he didn't even notice was secretly revealed from the corners of his eyes.

"Unexpectedly, although the 'Crazy Wolf' is a second-year student, his handwriting is pretty good." Swiping a certain line with his fingertips, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature of writing, Fu Qitang smiled, "Well, there is something Cultural wolf."

On the other side, Ji Tao, Nie Xiaolan, Yuan Fei, and Zhang Yuanxi returned to the apartment.

Compared with Room 202, which is obviously the center of the storm, the apartment is naturally much safer. In addition, during the inspection during the day, no traces of ghost activity were found here. While maintaining basic vigilance, everyone's nerves could not help but relax a little. .

"It's still the same as before. Make do with the living room at night and avoid acting alone." Ji Tao, as the longest experienced player among the four, is well versed in the survival rules of supernatural films, and told everyone, "Try to go to the toilet as a companion, Xiao Lan ,is that OK?"

Only Nie Xiaolan is a woman, and it is inevitable that she will be a little embarrassed when encountering this situation, but for safety reasons, she must overcome it.

"Don't worry," Nie Xiaolan said, "I have controlled my water intake and reduced the number of times I go to the toilet."

Ji Tao nodded.

It was almost 11 o'clock. After the whole day, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally. They each dealt with the things at hand, discussed the order and time of the vigil, brought quilts and pillows from the storage room, and took a rest.

Fortunately, the sofa in the living room is big enough and comfortable enough.

……

Tick.

Tick.

It seemed to be raining lightly in the middle of the night, and the raindrops hit the windows finely, disturbing people's dreams.

Yuan Fei frowned and muttered, and was about to pull the quilt to block out the sound of the rain, when he suddenly felt someone push him gently.

"Brother Yuan, it's time for you to watch the night." Zhang Yuanxi's oily voice sounded.

Yuan Fei wanted to pretend he couldn't hear, but Zhang Yuanxi pushed him again, with little strength, but his hands were wet, and he could feel a chill through his clothes.

"What time is it?" Yuan Fei sat up slowly, trying to open his eyes.

The ceiling light in the living room was turned off, leaving only four warm yellow small wall lamps on, and the light was dim.

"It's 1 o'clock, Brother Yuan, you are really sleeping." Zhang Yuanxi smiled lightly.

"Don't worry about me, besides, isn't this delaying things?" Yuan Fei said impatiently.

He hasn't forgotten what Zhang Yuanxi did during the day, and he doesn't bother to hide his dissatisfaction with him.

But Zhang Yuanxi knew he was wrong, shrugged his shoulders, didn't say anything, walked to the other side of the sofa and lay down silently.

Yuan Fei sat there alone, his head was still a little dizzy, and his eyes were staring straight at the void in front of him.

The night stretches the time very long, everyone else is asleep, and the sound of long breathing is intertwined with each other.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it was pouring down after a while.

The windows didn't seem to be closed tightly, and they were blown back and forth by the wind, making a screeching sound as they passed the frame.

"Brother Yuan, please go and close the window." Zhang Yuanxi said helplessly in the darkness when he was disturbed by the sound and couldn't sleep at all just after he lay down.

Yuan Fei didn't want to talk to him at first, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nie Xiaolan and Ji Tao under the light, after thinking about it, he stood up reluctantly and walked towards the window.

The closer to the window, the brighter the light.

"Is the street light on?" Yuan Fei clicked his tongue, opened the window and glanced outside.

What a big moon, is it fifteen today?

He thought about it, and seemed to feel that something was wrong.

But what's wrong?

Yuan Fei's mind was still in the state of just waking up, and he didn't react for a while.

However, just as he was about to close the window and draw the curtains to block out the moonlight, he suddenly reacted.

...what about the rain?

Isn't it raining?

How can there be a moon?

Then he realized a more frightening question.

Before going to bed, the order of the night watch was clearly Ji Tao, myself, Zhang Yuanxi, and Nie Xiaolan. How could it be Zhang Yuanxi who woke me up?

In other words, the one who woke me up just now...was it really Zhang Yuanxi?

At this moment, Yuan Fei's whole body was icy cold, every cell and every nerve seemed to be frozen, he suddenly turned his head to look at the place where Zhang Yuanxi was lying, and could even hear the muscles being pulled suddenly and made a difficult sound, like gears the sound of.

one two Three--

He held his breath and counted silently, confirming that there were indeed three figures on the sofa, and there were no unnecessary things around.

Yuan Fei breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, it's not the worst situation.

He slammed the window shut, and was about to yell to wake everyone up, but the window didn't close as he thought.

It seems to be stuck with something.

"Brother Yuan, what are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"

A pale and distorted face squeezed through the window gap, followed by a slender neck and a paper-thin body.

Two long snake-like arms clung to Yuan Fei's neck, then tightened little by little, feeling cold and sticky to the touch.

"I'm already in."

……

2 people died in the Ivy Hotel, now surviving players: 5 people