After the retired judge enters the escape game

When the night was getting dark, Qi Wuguo and Duan Li went up to the second floor.

This time they did not enter Duan Li's room, but went to the opposite room where Qi Wuguo had only lived for a day.

Qi Wuguo turned off the light, and said, "Perfectly simulate the situation that night, so that we can lure that ghost out."

The light on the road outside was too dim, Qi Wuguo could only see the outline of Duan Li's face, but couldn't see the expression of the other party.

He only heard Duan Li seem to laugh lightly, and then said: "Go to bed."

Qi Wuguo was stunned, and said, "Ah? What?"

"A perfect simulation would put you in bed."

Hearing Duan Li's explanation, Qi Wuguo felt that it made some sense, anyway, the two of them had slept for several nights, and there was nothing to tweak.

Qi Wuguo lay down directly on the bed, then patted the empty space beside him, and said, "Come on, lie down together, gather energy for a fierce battle."

"..."

Duan Li didn't speak for a while, Qi Wuguo was about to speak when he felt the mattress sink slightly and Duan Li had already laid down on it.

The two didn't speak any more, and only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard in the dark room.

It's rare for Qi Wuguo to feel a little embarrassed, he tends to get sleepy when lying in bed, but the current situation doesn't allow him to fall asleep.

He can only concentrate on keeping himself from falling asleep. In this case, people's senses will become particularly sharp.

Qi Wuguo's ears could clearly hear Duan Ru's breathing, and his skin could even feel the heat of Duan Ruo's body.

Just when Qi Wuguo couldn't help but want to speak, there was a tooth-piercing voice above his head.

It was the sound of nails scratching a hard object. It was long at first, and then became more and more hurried and messy.

The voice was ugly, but Qi Wuguo felt a sense of liberation.

He jumped up, but because he was too excited, his movements were too large. If Duan Liyan hadn't pulled him quickly, he might have fallen off the bed.

The opportunity was not lost, the two moved very quickly, and the voice was still ringing intermittently when they reached the third floor.

Qi Wuguo and Duan Li are people with keen five senses, they looked at each other and said, "It's inside the wall."

Now that the source of the sound has been discovered, there is no rush to get the contents out at this moment.Even if Duan Li is fully sure that he can deal with this ghost, there is no need to choose the time when the opponent is strongest in the middle of the night.

So, the two went downstairs to lie down in Duan Li's room and had a good night's sleep.

The next morning, Qi Wuguo borrowed tools from the community property to demolish the wall.

Before tearing down the wall, Qi Wuguo studied the structure of the room and said, "This is not a load-bearing wall, let's tear it down."

Duan Li said: "You should be careful."

"Of course, otherwise it would be too unfair to be crushed to death by a house collapse in the game."

The work of tearing down the wall was left to Duan Li, the reason is very simple, as an illustrator, Qi Wuguo is a person who relies on his hands for food.Naturally, this kind of work that requires the strength of the hands should be avoided.

The current situation has evolved into Qi Wuguo pulling up a chair and sitting not far away to watch, while Duan Li gets ready to do hard work.

Duan Li likes to wear shirts, even in this summer, he still wears a black shirt with the top button buttoned up, looking cold and abstinent.

What makes people feel even more cold is that even in summer wearing a long-sleeved shirt, Qi Wuguo never saw Duan Ruo sweating.

Duan Li explained that his body temperature was naturally low, and he was not afraid of heat and did not sweat easily.

In this case, wearing a shirt is somewhat of a handicap.

Qi Wuguo sat there, watching Duan Li unbutton one by one, took off his shirt, revealing the black vest inside.

Duan Li's whole body looks completely different, and the close-fitting black vest can't hide the lines of his muscles at all.

Duan Li only felt a burning gaze on his back, he turned his head and saw Qi Wuguo looking at him with bright eyes.

Duan Li stared at the other party silently for a moment, seeing that he had no intention of taking it back, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

Only then did Qi Wuguo come back to his senses, he saw that Duan Li looked at him a little strangely, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him.

He said directly: "Your figure is too perfect, the golden ratio, the muscle lines are just right, a work of art."

Duan Li said something unclear: "Really?"

Qi Wuguo nodded, and once again expressed his admiration in words: "Yes, the figure is more perfect than any male nude model I have ever drawn."

"..."

Qi Wuguo was a little dazed, and he didn't know why Duan Li suddenly interrupted the chat and started working directly, and the strength of the other party's smashing against the wall was a bit too strong, as if he was venting some emotions.

In just a few minutes, most of the wall was knocked off, exposing the contents inside.

In the middle of the wall, there was indeed something sealed. It was a wooden box one person tall. The dark box looked unlucky.

"What is this?" Qi Wuguo got up, walked behind Duan Li and asked.

"coffin."

Qi Wuguo leaned over, looked carefully for a moment, and said, "There is no coffin with this shape in folk culture, it doesn't look like it."

Duan Li said: "Do you still have research on coffins?"

"A part of folk culture." Qi Wuguo said, "I'm very interested in this aspect, it's natural."

"Really?" Duan Li changed the subject and said, "You haven't seen this type of coffin before, it's because it doesn't contain people."

"Not human? Is it a ghost?"

"Hard to say."

If there are other players in this room, they probably feel that the two of them are calmer when discussing the issue of infiltration.

After that, Qi Wuguo cooperated with Duan Li and dragged the weird little coffin out from the wall.

This black coffin is not big in size, but it is quite heavy to hold.

Qi Wuguo said: "This thing is so heavy."

Duan Li raised his hand and groped around the edge of the coffin, looking like he was looking for a way to open it.

"To seal illusory things, something with a high density is needed."

The words just fell, and there was only a click, and the coffin opened in response.

Lying in the coffin is a scarecrow.

This scarecrow is the same as all the scarecrows I have seen before. It wears a paper mask, with a few random strokes drawn on it to indicate facial features.

Qi Wuguo glanced at the opened coffin lid, and found that the coffin lid was full of scratches, which seemed to be scratched out by some kind of hard object.

Qi Wuguo squatted down, looked at the scarecrow's fingerless hand, and said, "I can't tell, this scarecrow's nails are quite hard."

That's right, seeing this, Qi Wuguo already knew that the sound of nails scratching hard objects that made him unable to sleep the first night was made by this scarecrow.

As for the other messy sounds, I don't know the source.

Anyway, Jiangxin Island is an island of ghosts. It is normal for these ghosts to visit each other for a gathering, and it is normal for a bear ghost to make some noise.

The scarecrow enclosed in the wall and the one hanging in the air reminded Qi Wuguo of one thing.

The matter of the scarecrow is not recorded in the video left by the real estate boss, or in the pile of books in the study, so it can be inferred that the matter of the scarecrow should have nothing to do with the boss's *** line.

The only connection is the village next to the tunnel.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message to the landlord, very straightforward.

This kind of faceless NPC is just a tool to provide information, and it doesn't require much skill to get clues.

"Landlord, where are you from?"

"Jiangbian Village."

"By the way, the house at No. 16 on Eighth Street is also in your name. I saw it in the agent last time."

"Yes? Are you going to rent that one too?"

"let me consider it."

Eighth Street NO.16 is the room with a scarecrow in a red dress hanging in the room.In this case, the scarecrow line is connected.

Jiangbian Village is exactly the village where Jiang Lihui lives temporarily, and it is also the village where all the villagers turn into scarecrows at night.

Duan Li saw the chat records between Qi Wuguo and the landlord, pondered for a moment, and said, "This is quite interesting."

Qi Wu Guo asked: "What kind of magic is this scarecrow?"

"I don't know." Duan Li shook his head.

Qi Wuguo exclaimed, "Hey, aren't you a professional? This scarecrow seems to be your professional field?"

Duan Li's expression looked a bit helpless, he said: "In Xuanmen, there are also different schools, and there are many kinds of spells, and I am only proficient in my own technique."

"Okay." Qi Wuguo was a little frustrated. It seemed that he had to go to Jiangbian Village to learn the secret behind the scarecrow.

It's not that he's afraid of this weird village, it's just that those messy scarecrows are too unsightly.

He could barely bear the occasional one or two, appearing in groups, that scene was really unsightly.

Qi Wuguo shivered and decided not to think about it any further.

"Go to the door."

"Ah?" Qi Wuguo recovered and saw Duan Li looking over with a serious expression.

Qi Wuguo knew that he was going to invite the scarecrow ghost out for questioning, so he retreated directly to the door.

It is still a sticker, but this time the situation is a little different.

Standing by the door, Qi Wuguo saw that the paper mask on the scarecrow's face gradually became blurred, and the rough facial features on it were gradually blurred into a ball.

The scarecrow's face seemed to have a vortex, which made people feel a little creepy.

Then, a long sigh echoed in the air.

As the sigh disappeared, the scarecrow's facial features appeared again.The facial features that appeared this time were not those drawn with rough brushes.

That's a human face.

The face that appeared on the scarecrow's head was quite normal. It was an old man about 50 years old with clear eyes, not a ghost.

Qi Wuguo walked in, looked at it for a while, and then asked: "Master Ma?"