43 Haunted Apartment 7

Threat

Bai Tang leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. The palpitation from being frightened had not yet subsided. She noticed that the width of the iron railing had become larger because of the fake policeman's actions just now. She estimated that the width was now wide enough to accommodate the head of a five or six-year-old child.

She didn't dare to think too deeply. If the situation just now happened a few more times, would the width of the railing be wider, to a width that allowed adults to enter? Would she be killed by the fake police at any time?

The rules restrict not only her, but also the characters in the ghost story! Bai Tang's eyes became clear again. She must find a solution as soon as possible to leave here.

......

Sang Mian stared at the pink hair dryer in deep thought. Rule 5 said that if you see a pig, it must be your hallucination, please ignore it. She decided to follow the rule and move her eyes elsewhere.

Wait, there seemed to be something extra in the room. Sang Mian quickly turned around to take another look. Sure enough, he was not mistaken, there was an extra note on the desk.

Sang Mian turned over and got out of bed, walking around Paige, and his movements were smooth and flowing, completely ignoring Paige.

Peppa Pig: "..."

Then he made the first piggy cry since his appearance: "Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

"..." Is this how pigs scream? Sang Mian just got the note in her hand when she heard the pig screaming desperately. The sound was not as deafening as thunder, but it was also extremely cruel. She frowned and unfolded the folded note.

[Rule 6: When the pig is hungry, please find food for him]

[Rule 7: If your mother is not wearing an apron, go to bed immediately]

[Rule 8: Only mom can enter the utility room at home]

[Rule 9: There are no ropes in your room. If you see a rope, please hide it under your pillow]

After reading carefully, Sang Mian took out the first set of rules he had received.

[Rule 1: Meals are served every two hours. Please dine with your beloved family on time.]

[Rule 3: Ten minutes before dinner, the delivery man will come to deliver my mother’s favorite tomato juice, and you need to open the door to pick up the food]

[Rule 4: If you see a pig, it must be your hallucination, please ignore it]

[Rule 5: If you violate any of the above rules, please cut off your finger and give it to your mother as an apology]

There are actually four hidden rules. Sang Mian sat on the stool and opened the task panel. Generally speaking, the ultimate goal of ghost stories is only one - to feed the starving ghosts.

She had always thought that her mother was a starving ghost in a ghost story, because her mother's body shape and abnormal appetite were so different from those of the father and son, but now there was another pig added to the rules, a pig that kept shouting for hunger.

Sang Mian was a little confused. Who was the starving ghost? And should she pay attention to the pig?

Sang Mian, who had experienced great ups and downs in life, quickly made a decision. As a human being, he must have a broad vision, especially for a beautiful and weak pig. He must have compassion. Feeding one is feeding, and feeding two is also feeding.

Well, she just thought Paige was too noisy. Paige kept saying "I'm hungry" for twenty minutes and her ears were almost callused!

So she slammed the table and used all her might: "Stop arguing!"

Peppa Pig was shocked. It opened its mouth wide and the humming sound stopped immediately. Are all players so tough now? Are they being mean to it?

Sang Mian gave him a cold look and said, "Are you hungry?"

Paige nodded dumbly.

Sang Mian glanced at her phone. There was still an hour until the next meal, which meant she and Paige still had one hour of contact time.

"Wait." Sang Mian said these two words and slammed the door and left.

There are four rooms in the house, one for mom and dad, one for her brother, one for her, and one that should be a utility room. Relying on her sixth sense, Sang Mian chose a room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" An angry voice roared out along with the sound of the door opening.

Guessing right, Sang Mian looked at his brother who was not even as tall as his waist and said, "My dear brother, it's me. We are a loving family!"

My brother reminded me with a dark face: "It's not time for dinner yet." He paused and asked in a suspicious tone: "Are you here to return the doll to me?"

"Bingo! You guessed it right!" Sang Mian smiled and shook the doll in the air, and pinched her brother's chubby little face with her other hand.

Instead, my brother cautiously took two steps back, but his face was not so gloomy anymore, and he even forced a fake smile.

"My dear sister, I knew you would give it back to me."

The Barbie doll was placed lower, and my brother's chubby little face finally broke into a smile. When he was almost able to get it, the doll was taken back again.

"..."Brother: "Are you here just to tease me?!" He has experienced so many players, but this is the first time he has seen a player bullying a child!

A feeling of helplessness spread in his heart. The younger brother bit his lip, tears were about to fall: "I will never talk to you again!"

Sang Mian pretended to be surprised: "You don't want the baby anymore?"

The younger brother turned his head and said, "You won't give it to me anyway."

"I really am here to return the doll." Sang Mian said sincerely, "But I want to borrow another thing from my dear brother."

Considering the importance of the Barbie doll, the younger brother thought for a long time and decided to believe her again, "Really?"

Sang Mian patted his chest and said, "Of course, a liar is a puppy!"

The younger brother hesitated and said, "Okay... As long as you can return the doll to me, I can borrow anything."

Sang Mian: "That's great! Lend me your remaining fingers!"

Is this what a fucking person said? Is it the living devil? Even the living devil is not as vicious as her!

The younger brother looked at her coldly, finally showing a viciousness that was different from his peers: "Do you think a doll is more important than my finger?"

......

A few minutes later, Sang Mian thoughtfully put seven fingers into his pocket. Why seven? After all, the child needs to eat, leaving two fingers for chopsticks.

The door of her brother's room was slammed shut, and she was the only one left in the living room. In the silence, the vague sound of the TV and her father's laughter could be heard from her parents' room from time to time.

There is another room, which is the utility room. The rules state that only mother can enter the utility room at home. Sang Mian thought about it for a moment and decided that she wanted to see what little secrets were in the utility room and why she couldn't go in.

The closer I got to the utility room, the more strange noises I could hear coming from it, like a knife chopping bones or chopping meat. My brother and dad were both in the room, and my mom was the only one missing. I didn't need to guess who was in there.

Sang Mian pushed the door open swiftly, and the next second she met a pair of eyes.

“Ahhhh!!!”

My mother covered her mouth and screamed sharply, but when I looked closely, I found that she was smiling. Her mouth became very big when she ate her first meal, and it hasn't recovered yet.

Sang Mian looked at her steadily, then said kindly: "Don't scream, I'm your dear daughter, not a stranger." As she spoke, she leaned over to look at the things in the utility room.

It was a pile of white meat, pork belly. There was a stainless steel basin on the ground. It looked like the meat had just been chopped by my mother. The other meat was piled on the ground in a mess.

The mother seemed to be particularly surprised by Sang Mian's reaction. She simply stopped calling out and said in a very strange way: "You can't come here."

Sang Mian: "Then why are you here?"

The corners of my mother's mouth stretched to the back of her ears: "I have to prepare food for you." She tucked her hair behind her ears: "But... since you have seen it, you can't leave..."

Her mouth began to expand again, and her eyes staring at Sang Mian became more greedy*. Her long tongue also stuck out, and the tongue covered with saliva stretched straight towards Sang Mian.

"You have such a bad temper..." Sang Mian looked at her silently and took out a white and tender finger from his pocket.

When the mother saw the finger, her eyes widened and her tongue retracted. What did she see? It was a sweet finger! As a weird person, her favorite thing to eat is the finger!

"Is this for me?"

She tried hard to make her bloody mouth less scary, but the sharp teeth in her mouth were still terrifying. Transparent liquid kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were staring straight at the fingers in Sang Mian's hand.

Of course she knew that it wasn't the player's finger, it was her lovely son's finger. But who cares? There was no rule for her that only the player's finger could be eaten.

Sang Mian raised an eyebrow: "Do you really want it?"

Mom nodded like a rattle.

"Stop nodding, my head is about to fall off." Sang Mian slowly threw his finger on the ground. After all, the rules must be followed.

The mother immediately pounced on the finger, put it in her mouth, and slowly savored the sweet taste.

Sang Mian looked at her possessed appearance and took out another finger, "Answer me a question and I'll give you another finger."

After saying this, no kidding, Sang Mian actually saw stars in one of the strange eyes. If a more appropriate description is needed, it is like a dog that has been hungry for three days seeing a bone full of meat.

She suddenly felt a little pity for this weirdo. Could it be that the ghost story exploited its employees even more cruelly than Zhou Baopi?

Mom held my brother's fingers in her hands and whispered, "What do you want to know?"

Sang Mian asked bluntly: "Are you a starving ghost?"

Mom was silent for two minutes, as if she was thinking about whether she could answer this question.

Sang Mian: "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. I'll keep it for myself."

“Wait!” Mom saw Sang Mian turn around and leave, and she got anxious: “Is there something wrong with your eyes? I must be the thinnest one!”

Sang Mian's mouth curled up. It was just as she guessed. After completely confirming the identity, she only needed to feed the starving ghost. It would definitely not be enough to feed the starving ghost every two hours, but there was so much meat in the utility room that she had to feed the starving ghost all at once.

It turned out to be so easy to pass the level. Her mood instantly improved. She gave her mother another finger and said, "I'll give you two more fingers. Eat all the meat in the utility room until you are full."

Mom's face froze for a moment, and she glanced at the meat on the ground: "I can't eat all this."

Sang Mian was shocked: "Bullshit, all this meat combined weighs as much as ten of you! How can you not be full!"

The weirdness now is bad! He can also lie, and it’s fine if he lies, but the lies are so clumsy, does he think the players are fools!

"Since you don't want to, you won't have to eat your fingers." Sang Mian threatened with a dark face.

The mother swallowed her saliva. Under normal circumstances, she would definitely ignore the player, but this time was different. The player in front of her looked very smart, and she still had a lot of fingers in her pockets. Based on the idea of ​​"if you don't take advantage of a good opportunity, you're a fool", she decided to have a good chat with the player.

"Give me three fingers and I'll tell you how to feed me." She stretched out three fingers faintly.

Sang Mian: “?” She was the host, wasn’t she? But she wasn’t a stingy person, so she said, “Half a finger.”

Mom opened her eyes wide and said, "How can you bargain like that? You're just trying to please a poor guy! I'm starving, three is too little!"

Sang Mian turned his head away: "Love it or not, at worst I won't listen."

Mom: “Two!”

Sang Mian said firmly: "Half a stick."

Mom gritted her teeth and said, "No, at least one finger."

Sang Mian stepped forward and held her hand, revealing his white teeth, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Mother: “?” Did she report too low? Woohoo, humans are very cunning. She wants to go back to the countryside!

My mother's skinny body cast a shadow under the light. The shadow was thin and only her head was particularly large. "It's actually very simple to feed me. Ordinary meat has no effect on me. I need special meat."

She chuckled, and looked at Sang Mian with an even more terrifying look, "One hundred pounds of special meat will be fine."

Special meat, special number, the weight is the same as her weight... Sang Mian was speechless: "If you laugh again, I won't give you the finger."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and her mother stared at her with dead eyes: "I'm not laughing anymore, give me your finger."

Sang Mian readily offered a finger. It was a good deal to exchange someone else's finger for an important clue. It was a great deal. It wasn't her finger anyway.

The meaning of the special meat in the mother's mouth is very clear. There are only two kinds of meat in the whole ghost story. One is the pork belly in the utility room, and the other is human flesh like her, her brother and her father. It is impossible to give oneself to her mother to eat, absolutely impossible!

Wait, Sang Mian suddenly had an idea. Isn't there a pig in her room? Why not feed the pig to her mother?

Sangmian walked back to the room with brisk steps. Peppa seemed to be very hungry. It collapsed on the floor of the room and its cries became much quieter.

Peppa is about 1.5 meters tall, a bipedal animal, not fat, even a little thin. Sangmian touched his chin and thought that if he was so thin, the starving ghost would not have enough food. It would be better to fatten him up and solve all the troubles at once. There happened to be a lot of meat in the starving ghost's utility room, and it would be a waste to leave it there, so he might as well give it to Peppa.

"You're back." Paige spoke weakly.

Sang Mian nodded: "I'm back."

Peppa Pig: “Anything to eat?”

Sang Mian half squatted: "Yes, outside."

Peppa was furious: "Bring it in for me to eat!"

Sang Mian rolled his eyes at him. Did he really think he was the pig boss? Was he ordering people around?

While she was thinking about how to get Paige to the utility room, she suddenly caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.

A thick hemp rope. The rules state: No ropes in your room. If you see a rope, please hide it under your pillow.

Sang Mian has three choices before him.

1: Hide the rope.

Two: Ignore the rules.

Three: Use a rope to drag Peppa to the utility room so that it can gain weight.

A normal person might choose the first two options, but after careful consideration, Sang Mian decisively chose the third option because she firmly believed that every item has its unique meaning, and it would be better to use the rope than to hide it!

Looking at the grinning Sang Mian, Paige: "..." Why did he suddenly feel that he was not hungry anymore?

"How about I go by myself?"

Sang Mian said sincerely: "No, what if you run around? What if a weak and hungry pig meets a bad guy? Believe me, I will definitely protect you!"

Peppa Pig subconsciously moved back: "..." Actually, there is no need to do so. As a pig in a strange world, it is definitely better than human players.

Before it could explain, its hands and feet were tied up using the standard pig-tying method.

This girl used to be a professional pig butcher! How can she do this?

Sang Mian seemed to see Paige's confusion, and she said quietly: "I had a client who had been professionally slaughtering pigs for sixty years. I learned this technique from him." She was not kidding. When she was working in a funeral home, there was a soul who had been professionally slaughtering pigs for seventy years. This technique was learned at that time.

Because she had bought strength points before, she dragged a pig weighing more than 200 kilograms without any effort and easily threw Paige into the utility room. After finishing, Sang Mian clapped her hands and said to herself: "Strength points are really useful. I have to let Xiaoqing and Tangtang buy them after the dungeon is over."

After finishing her work, she looked at the time. There was only a quarter of an hour left before dinner. Her mother was humming a little tune in the kitchen preparing food, and she didn't pay any attention to what had just happened.

Sang Mian clearly remembered that rule three read: ten minutes before dinner time, the delivery man would come to deliver her mother’s favorite tomato juice, and you needed to open the door to pick up the meal.

The door must be the one she came in through, but what about the world behind it? Is it still a haunted apartment?

The possibility is very small. Since she can come to Weird Stories, other players probably can't escape. The game also deliberately sets up signal blocking, so players can't even contact each other.

Sang Mian stretched her muscles. Nine out of ten rules have pitfalls, and this rule is definitely no exception. She wanted to see what tricks the ghost story could come up with to target the players.

The doorbell rang exactly ten minutes before dinner time, not a second late, and Sang Mian calmly opened the door to get his meal.

The delivery man was wearing a yellow hat and a yellow vest, holding a cup of tomato juice. When he saw Sang Mian open the door, he said in a hoarse and sinister voice, "Miss, do you think I look like a human or a ghost?"

The system's voice sounded immediately after the delivery man finished speaking.

[The delivery man’s request for a ban (Note: If you don’t answer, you can’t pick up the food)]

[Option 1: Say he looks like a human, he will eat your □□ and put on your skin to become a human for a short time]

[Option 2: Say he looks like a ghost. The delivery guy's dream is to become a human again. If you destroy his dream, he will be angry and kill you.]

After listening to the system options, Sang Mian was silent for a moment, and the delivery man asked again.

"Miss, do you think I look like a human or a ghost?"

The delivery man had no expression on his face. All the players he had met before chose not to accept the tomato juice and just closed the door and left. The expression of the player in front of him was no different from before, and he probably wouldn't answer. He was used to it. After all, ghosts are always lonely throughout their lives, and loneliness is the norm for ghosts.

A few seconds later, an unexpectedly clear sound reached his ears.

Sang Mian took a deep breath and said with a stern look in his eyes, "I think you look like a mature and steady employee of Spark Entertainment who works hard, is kind-hearted, treats people well, and doesn't even ask for a salary!"

After finishing the long speech, she felt like she had run out of air in her chest. Sang Mian put her hands on her hips and said, "How is it? Are you satisfied with this answer?"

The delivery man was stunned, and then his expression twisted. He looked at Sang Mian with hatred in his eyes, and pointed at Sang Mian with trembling body: "You...you...are you talking human language! You will die miserably if you talk like this! You will have no toilet paper to take a shit! You will have no chopsticks to eat! You will choke to death if you drink water..."

The delivery man cursed as he forced tomato juice into Sang Mian's mouth, then stumbled and disappeared into the dark aisle.

"Don't run! If you have the guts, just stand there and don't run!" Sang Mian gritted his teeth while holding the tomato juice. How could he curse at me! And he ran away after cursing. Are the quality of today's takeaway drivers so low?

She was about to retort, but after seeing the scene outside the door, Sang Mian was stunned. She thought to herself that Weird Stories really didn't treat players as outsiders!

Outside the door was still the corridor of the haunted apartment, but there was a large electronic screen on the other doors, with the name of the ghost story and the player's name written on it. Xia Qing was opposite her, Bai Tang was next to her, and the three were only one step away from each other.

What would happen if I were to enter someone else’s ghost story? This thought suddenly popped into Sang Mian’s mind.

[Warning! Please do not get involved in other players' weird stories, or you will be at your own risk! ]

As soon as this thought came up, the system immediately issued a prompt, repeating it three times.

Sang Mian felt that the system was right, and opened the door opposite without hesitation. Are you kidding! When had she ever listened to the system's warning?

Xia Qing's room was very cozy, completely different from the feeling that the starving ghost story gave her. Sang Mian even felt a sense of security as if she were in the real world.

There is a linen sofa in the living room, which looks very comfortable.

Sang Mian sat on the brown sofa as if possessed by a ghost. It was as comfortable as she had imagined. She lay back on the backrest in a relaxed manner, thinking that Xiao Qing's ghost stories were so exciting. She would be very happy if she could live here forever.

Wait! A ghost story! Sang Mian opened her eyes suddenly. What was she thinking about! Live happily? This is a world of ghost stories. How can a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones be warm? Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She wiped the sweat off and suddenly felt cold all over.

The strange environment made Sang Mian's mind a little confused. She quickly stood up from the sofa with tomato juice, then pinched her thigh hard. The pain immediately made her sober up.

At this time, Xia Qing's hands were sore from writing. There was no signal on her cell phone in the dark little room. She was only accompanied by endless exercise books and endless gel pens.

The boy in the dark corner took a deep breath, and his broken limbs were finally able to stand up again. It took him half an hour of mental preparation before he walked out of the corner.

He clenched his fist. As long as Xia Qing broke the rules, he would deal with her immediately!

The boy's dark eyes seemed to be poisoned as he approached Xia Qing step by step.

“Pah!”

He fell to the ground again, his pupils dilated, and he picked up the things on the ground and looked at them for a full minute. It was outrageous. He opened the door outrageously. It was outrageous! How could there be a banana peel here? He couldn't be so unlucky!

We must not stay in this damn place! If we stay any longer, we might even lose our lives.

Xia Qing was crying while eating a banana. Suddenly, she heard a strange sound behind her. She turned around and saw the handsome guy crawling out in a panic. She was anxious: "Handsome guy, don't leave! Now that you are here, let's chat!"

After saying this, the little brother climbed faster, as if there was a flood or a beast behind him.

Xia Qing: “…” She felt even sadder. Why wasn’t even the handsome guy willing to accompany her?