Chapter 125: The Infinite Player's Ghost Wife
Xie Qing’s words were thought-provoking, and Lin Zhi did think of a certain aspect.
However, Xie Qing's next words were: "Do you think we can play some psychic games to see if we can summon you out?"
The innocent man's character remains intact, so those who have wrong thoughts will inevitably remain silent. However, Lin Zhi did not ignore the cunning in Xie Qing's eyes, which was obviously teasing.
Unfortunately, the object of his teasing was a ghost, and he couldn't see any feedback, so the effect was inevitably greatly reduced, but Xie Qing didn't mind at all.
Lin Zhi picked up the coin in Xie Qing's palm with her hand, kept the flower side facing up, and let go. The coin gently fell back into Xie Qing's palm.
He was also very curious whether Xie Qing could summon him out.
The cold touch brushed across Xie Qing's palm, and his heart trembled. Before he could savor it, it disappeared.
"You agree? Let me think about whether there is any good way... There don't seem to be many psychic games played by one person, and the current restrictions seem to have narrowed the scope. Do you have any ideas?"
The coin in the palm of my hand changed and the word "face up" appeared.
Lin Zhi really didn't have any good ideas. He had already shown up on his own initiative, but humans couldn't see him, and there was no relevant summoning method in the original owner's memory.
"Then there is only one way, but it's not suitable for now. I looked at the clock in the hall that is still working. Now is not the right time. But before we do this, we have to determine one issue first."
Xie Qing's expression was extremely serious, but what he said was not what he meant.
"Wife, if it's not you that I summon, you have to help me. After all, I am yours in life and your ghost in death. You can't let other ghosts bully me."
He smiled but pretended to be a little nervous, and his coquettish tone was very natural, as if their relationship was extremely intimate. However, they both knew the nature of this relationship, as well as the separation between life and death and the opposition of identities in this relationship.
Those bloody entanglements and suspicions, disguised or real exploitations.
This time the coin in his hand did not respond. Xie Qing lowered his head and waited, but he felt a slight chill.
The large mirror in front of him reflected his figure and the slight bulge of the clothes on his abdomen.
The sound of the zipper of a sweatshirt being unzipped echoed in the silent room, and the bent knuckles of the shirt underneath were visible.
Xie Qing stared straight at the mirror. Even though he had experienced this once before, he still had to get used to this weird feeling that sent chills down his spine when he saw it.
Cold eroticism, a palm without temperature.
He seemed to be entangled in flowers with rotten roots, and he seemed to be able to smell the sweet fragrance of his wife with a hint of powder.
He was dressed up for his wedding, but his body, wearing his wedding gown, was already dead.
Xie Qing felt a force and his body shook for a moment. It would be more accurate to say that he deliberately sat down on the ground rather than fell down.
He raised his head and looked upward, and saw his own face.
The person in the mirror feels a little strange, and so does the waiting I'm doing.
The smooth cloth occasionally revealed the outline of slender fingers, and the cold feeling made Xie Qing couldn't help but take a slight breath, and the contours of the muscles became clearer.
The clear sense of touch and the contradictory vision outline a strange and charming scene.
Xie Qing supported himself on the ground with his hands, his upper body leaned back slightly, and he closed his eyes with his eyelashes fluttering.
His chest rose and fell as he breathed because he held his head up, and his Adam's apple visibly moved up and down as he swallowed.
He did not put the coin away. Since he had no hands to hold it, he wiped it clean and put it in his mouth.
This is a casual yet violent and deadly hormonal attack. Different from the skilled ones from the battle-hardened ones, it is a more energetic expression that is more of a devotion than a trap. It is a fascinating feedback, honest and cunning.
Lin Zhi narrowed his eyes and withdrew his hand.
The coolness suddenly disappeared, and Xie Qing opened his eyes with some confusion.
Is the charm of his abdominal muscles only one minute? Lin Zhi didn’t even lift them up, at least he should take a look, right?
The familiar soft feeling made Xie Qing's jawline tighten, and his Adam's apple slid unnaturally when it was touched.
Although his arms were empty and he could not see anything in front of him, he seemed to have seen the young man biting his neck, and his black eyes with some innocence were looking at him with a smile.
Xie Qing couldn't help but stretch out his hand. He should have put his arm around the boy's waist, but all he touched was air.
The coin he was biting was gently taken out, and after the cold lips and teeth nestled together, it was placed on his lips.
Xie Qing looked at the flowers reflected on the ceiling and knew Lin Zhi's answer to his question.
--good.
He must have said that, but he didn't hear it, but it doesn't matter, he saw it.
Xie Qing stood up and put the coin back into his pocket.
He dusted himself off and walked out of the room.
Mr. Moria's master bedroom is also spacious, with a dressing room inside. Just as Lao Pi said, there are all kinds of clothes inside, both men's and women's. Judging from the size, Mr. Moria is a bit thin.
Xie Qing's eyes quickly passed over these things and fell on a sculpture in the room.
The picture above shows a little boy holding a Rubik's Cube. Although the Rubik's Cube in his hand has no color distinction in the sculpture, it can still be seen from the boy's movements that he is trying to restore the Rubik's Cube.
Xie Qing placed his hand on the Rubik's Cube, wanting to see if it could move and if it could be taken out.
In fact, it was not possible, so Xie Qing had to give up the idea of taking this thing and continued to walk around the bedroom to see if there was anything he could take.
Obviously this thing has a suggestive meaning. There are seven of them, and in the bedroom there is a little boy playing with a six-sided Rubik's Cube. The reference is obvious at a glance.
The rules and the boss's weaknesses are always the signposts on the road to passing the level. Xie Qing feels that the disguised murderer should have some features that can be discovered by the players.
Xie Qing walked to Mr. Moriya's collection cabinet, touched his chin and looked thoughtful.
"With so many records, can you tell which one is played the most?"
Xie Qing stretched out his hands: "If you can, touch my right hand, if not, touch my left hand."
Xie Qing felt his left hand being touched, and he did not feel any regret.
"It doesn't matter. It's hard to tell the difference. At worst, I'll just break them all."
Xie Qing looked at the lock on the collection cabinet and gave a friendly smile.
Lin Zhi was silent. Xie Qing was really trying to kill himself.
Xie Qing went downstairs and his teammates were scattered in the living room, each keeping a certain distance from each other.
The distance between Hongyu and Qian San was closer, but they were not touching each other.
With the appearance of Xie Qing, the atmosphere in the living room unconsciously became tense.
Xie Qing sensed their defensiveness, as if they had reached some kind of consensus while he was away.
Hongyu took a few steps towards Xie Qing, trying hard to keep her expression from being too stiff.
"Did you find anything?"
Xie Qing shook his head. There was nothing to say about the statue and it didn't have much value.
He went to the kitchen and came out and sat down again.
The hands on the wall clock continue to move, indicating the advancement of time.
Everyone in the living room was drowsy and dozing off in positions that they felt were safe.
Xie Qing stood up and walked to the third floor.
His movements were so gentle that they didn't even make any sound, but everyone in the hall opened their eyes and looked in his direction.
Xie Qing didn't care about these gazes. The wooden steps were a bit old and made noises.
The sound made people more nervous, and the remaining five people stood up quietly.
Lao Pi: "He is really weird."
"From the sound, he went to the third floor. What is he going to do? Otherwise, if we take the initiative, maybe we will be safe."
Li Ru looked at the others and asked for their opinions.
Hongyu argued: "If it was him, he wouldn't have to do it so obviously. Isn't this deliberately making us suspicious?"
Li Ru was a little anxious: "Who knows, maybe he did it on purpose, doing the opposite."
Every minute and every second of waiting seems to be torturing one's nerves.
"Let's go up and take a look."
Qian San looked at Hongyu and invited her to join him.
Although he didn't think Xie Qing was 100% innocent, he wouldn't make that conclusion. They would know what Xie Qing was doing if they went and saw for themselves.
They went up the stairs as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing the people upstairs.
Xie Qing closed the door of the drama room and took out the fruit knife he had picked up when he searched the kitchen earlier in front of the mirror.
The light was very dim because of the wind and snow, and the tip of the knife was flickering.
Xie Qing took out an apple from his pocket and began to peel it attentively in front of the mirror.
Lin Zhi:?
In just one day, he already had too many question marks.
Is this the method of spiritual communication that Xie Qing mentioned? That’s it?
As if sensing Lin Zhi's silent question, Xie Qing said, "I heard that if you peel an apple in front of a mirror at midnight and keep the skin intact, you can see your destined other half in the mirror."
"I don't know if it will work, but if it does, won't I be able to see you?"
"Don't worry, honey. I'm very good at peeling apples."
Xie Qing's hand moved slightly, and the apple rotated gently in his hand, and the thin apple skin fell off.
01It took me a few seconds to realize that Xie Qing was saying sweet words.
The spiritual communication is fake, teasing the host is the real thing!
What a scheming college boy!
01 looked over hurriedly and indeed found a smile on the host's lips.
Great, if Xie Qing is so smart, then its animation will be available soon!
No, it is not such an unprofessional system, so successful redemption is just around the corner!
Lin Zhi didn't fall for sweet talk, he just found it very interesting. Knowing that Xie Qing didn't completely trust him, it became even more interesting.
The apple was peeled quickly and there was nothing in the mirror.
"My attempt failed. Will my wife eat the apple?"
Xie Qing was not surprised by the result and was not discouraged. He raised the apple in his hand. Since he didn't know which direction Lin Zhi was, he held it up with both hands as if he was offering it.
"Can you eat it like this? Do you need me to light some incense? But this place doesn't seem to have that kind of incense or candles."
Of course Xie Qing couldn't hear the answer. He held it for a while, then put it to his mouth and took a bite.
It is juicy, crispy and sweet.
"It seems that I can't eat it. It still tastes good."
He was eating happily inside the door, while Qian San and Hong Yu outside the door had already run back a few meters in tacit understanding.
Hongyu swallowed hard: "What do you think?"
"I couldn't tell for a moment whether it was more terrifying that he was possessed by a ghost, or that he was talking to himself and calling his wife. After all, his wife is a ghost, and she can't escape it anyway."
Qian San had a complicated expression. He thought of the bride covered with a red veil in the previous copy and felt a chill in his heart.
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