After the retired judge enters the escape game

In the silence, Duan Li suddenly asked, "Can't sleep?"

Qi Wuguo was slightly taken aback, and said, "How do you know? I didn't turn over just now, did I?"

Duan Li said: "You can tell by listening to the sound of breathing. When you are asleep, the sound of breathing is not at this frequency."

Qi Wuguo felt that this didn't sound right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, so he decided to change the topic.

"I was thinking about Jiang Chuanzhi's matter. I have seen ghosts, which proves my method is correct. Why is he still refusing to come out?"

Duan Li said: "Li Gui is not as rational as you think. When they show up, they are either out of obsession or killing people."

"Are you obsessed?" Qi Wuguo turned over and faced Duan Li's direction.

Although the room was dark and he couldn't see the other person's expression, it felt more communicative.

Qi Wuguo asked: "Those roadblocks must be Jiang Chuanzhi's handwriting. I have knocked over the roadblocks according to Deng Yahua's experience. This did not make him angry enough to show up. This is not in line with the logic of the game."

Duan Li said: "What Deng Yahua did back then not only knocked down a few roadblocks, he also changed the planning of the entire new district beyond recognition."

Qi Wuguo sighed and said: "Then this condition is too harsh, I can't go to the planning department now and do something to change the planning, time is not allowed."

Duan Li said, "It's not impossible to see Jiang Chuanzhi."

Qi Wuguo asked: "What is the solution? Let's hear it."

Duan Li's voice suddenly became a little low: "If you die a few more people, when Jiang Chuanzhi enters the indiscriminate killing mode, you should be able to see him easily."

In the darkness, Duan Li's cold tone sounded a bit piercing, as if he didn't care about human life at all.

Qi Wuguo didn't think too much, anyway, Duan Li always looks so indifferent and has nothing to do with himself, if one day he becomes the type who is eager to save others, he will think that the other party has taken the wrong medicine.

Qi Wuguo was puzzled by other aspects, he asked, "You don't seem to have much resentment towards the killing of ghosts."

Duan Li said: "Life and death have their own destiny. Those who enter this game are the ones who deserve to die."

Qi Wuguo asked: "Then why do you engage in the profession of celestial master?"

There was silence in the air, and Qi Wuguo thought that Duan Li might not want to answer this question, so he didn't ask any further.When he was about to apologize and go to bed, he heard Duan Li speak.

"One is family inheritance, and the other is that catching ghosts is quite interesting."

"Is Jiang Chuanzhi's death not that simple?"

Duan Li seemed to laugh lightly, and said, "You are very smart."

"I just don't believe there is such a coincidence in the world. When Jiang Chuanzhi was in the tunnel, those young people stole the land title and broke into the tunnel, and the old people in the village also happened to chase into the tunnel."

"It just so happened that the tunnel collapsed and buried the most important people who came out of these oppressive caves by the riverside underground."

Duan Li said: "Ghosts harm people, at the beginning they can only affect the five senses."

"Well, I know this, but isn't the ghost in the yin cave suppressed?"

"As long as it is a formation, there are flaws. Moreover, as hundreds of years have passed, the number of young people in Jiangbian Village has become less and less, and the yang energy has become weaker. Naturally, it cannot be suppressed."

Duan Li's voice sounded particularly textured in the darkness, like a beautiful cello piece.

Hearing this, Qi Wuguo felt a little drowsy.

"Insufficient yang qi, ghosts can cause trouble. They amplify the desires in people's hearts, those greedy or other, so that those young people can't stand the temptation to steal the land deed and run into the tunnel at the right time."

"And then, the tunnel collapsed, collapsed... and why?"

Qi Wuguo's thinking was a little sluggish due to sleepiness, and his brain began to stop moving.

"The land of the Yin Cave is inherently unstable. Thousands of ghosts exert their strength at the same time, and the collision of yin and yang causes the tunnel to collapse..."

Duan Li's voice suddenly stopped, because he heard that the breathing of the person beside him had become very even.

He turned over and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how much time has passed, Duan Li suddenly opened his eyes, he directly reached out to touch the side, and sure enough, his hands were cold, and the person lying beside him had left at some point.

Duan Li's five senses are very keen, so he never shares a room with others, it will make him unable to sleep.

Qi Wuguo is the only exception, the only one who won't make Duan Li feel repulsed by intruding a safe distance.

Duan Li felt this way when he met Qi Wuguo for the first time. He didn't understand the reason, but he felt endless curiosity in his heart.

This different feeling made him want to find out.He felt that Qi Wuguo was like a mystery, a very interesting mystery.

Duan Li is a man of action, so he began to try his best to get close to Qi Wuguo.

From the first day of check-in to say hello and then to eating together every day, when Duan Li didn't notice the difference between Qi Wuguo and began to feel a little boring.

He suddenly entered this escape game, and met Qi Wuguo in the game, and things became interesting again.

Qi Wuguo's performance in the last game made Duan Li even more interested in this person.He felt that he was like a treasure, and the more he dug down, the more he found.

Duan Li found that his first feeling was indeed right, staying with Qi Wuguo would never be boring.

In the last game, he and Qi Wuguo were roommates, and he thought that he might not be able to sleep well during this time.

Surprisingly, he sleeps very well every night, even better than when he is alone.

It's the same in this game, even if two people sleep on the same bed, Duan Li's sleep quality is still very good every night.

For example, today, when Qi Wuguo got up and left the room, he didn't notice it immediately.

Duan Li sat on the bed for a while, squeezed his brows, then got up and went downstairs.

The light in the living room was on, and Duan Li found someone on the sofa in the living room.

The living room on the first floor has floor-to-ceiling windows on the entire wall, facing the direction of the garden. When the line of sight is good, you can directly see the river below.

Qi Wuguo sat cross-legged on the sofa with a sketchbook in his hand, wondering what he was drawing.

Duan Li didn't step lightly on purpose. When he walked behind Qi Wuguo, the other party still didn't notice, and was absorbed in painting.

Duan Li didn't make a sound, just sat down on the sofa.

Qi Wuguo felt movement around him, so he looked up like he just woke up from a dream: "Why are you awake?"

Duan Li didn't answer, but asked: "What about you? How did you wake up?"

Qi Wuguo turned his pen and said, "I had a dream, and I got an inspiration."

"As for painting, if you don't vent your inspiration when you get inspired, you will have trouble sleeping and eating." He paused and smiled, "I'll finish the painting first."

The living room was quiet again, only the sound of the breathing of the two of them and the sound of the tip of the pen falling on the paper.

Duan Li glanced at Qi Wuguo's side face, and suddenly felt that even just sitting like this and watching him draw is quite interesting.

at least compared to...

More interesting than what?Duan Li suddenly became a little dazed.

"All right."

Qi Wuguo's voice brought Duan Li back to his senses.

Duan Li chose to continue the topic just now: "What did you dream about?"

Qi Wuguo said, "Jiang Chuanzhi."

"..."

For a moment, Duan Li didn't know how to answer this sentence.

Qi Wuguo didn't feel that there was anything wrong, and directly handed over the sketchbook in his hand.

"I was very impressed with Jiang Chuanzhi's obsessive-compulsive disorder. As a result, this scene appeared in a dream just now. When I woke up, it was very clear, as if I had seen it with my own eyes."

Hearing this, Duan Li took the sketchbook and looked down.He finds the drawings in the sketchbook weird and mysterious.

"This is?"

Qi Wuguo said: "It's a kind of microscopic painting, it's quite interesting."

Everything in the painting is very small, and there are densely drawn strange utensils with the same shape on the A4-sized white paper.

The strange utensils looked like a huge pot with a fire burning beneath it.

Next to each pot was a strange creature with a disproportionately large head and a thin body with a bulging belly.

Duan Li is a celestial master, so he naturally knows what this strange creature is. He said, "These are starving ghosts?"

Qi Wuguo nodded, and said: "Yes, I saw this in my dream, probably the punishment of being put in a frying pan in the underworld."

"As the executioner, the starved ghost, after the punished person is fried thoroughly in the oil pan, eats the fried meat and only the skeleton remains, and then regenerates the flesh and blood, and then puts it in the oil pan, and so on, until the sentence ends."

Qi Wuguo's voice sounded a little erratic, but the description was extremely detailed, as if he had seen this scene with his own eyes.

The punishment sounded cruel, but Duan Li didn't feel the slightest fluctuation in his heart. The punishment in the underworld has always been the fairest. Only the most treacherous and evil people will be sentenced to such punishments as frying pan, which is very fair.

Duan Li lowered his eyes and looked at the painting carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the painting had a peculiar beauty.

The style of each frying pan is exactly the same, and the starving ghost standing next to it is almost the same size, and the same movements are only slightly different in the expressions on their faces.

The most critical point is that all the oil pans are arranged extremely neatly, and they are all on the same line horizontally and vertically.

The strokes of the whole painting are very detailed, clean and tidy, and the layout is neat, which makes people feel very comfortable at first glance.

However, when Duan Li's eyes moved to the upper right corner, his brows frowned.

The reason is obvious, the oil pan in the upper right corner is crooked, not much, just a little bit.

A careless person may not be able to notice this difference, but Duan Li can tell it at a glance.

In the extreme order, only one oil pan is crooked, but anyone who sees this painting will have an urge to straighten that oil pan.

Duan Li didn't think it was Qi Wuguo's mistake. There are so many oil pans in front of him that are drawn neatly, and it's hard to justify this one being crooked.

He was silent for a moment, but still asked, "Why is this frying pan crooked?"