Chapter 42: Twins 7 Opening the Door

Fortunately, the quilt was big enough to cover his body.

Zhu Ci stretched out his hand and threw out the clothes, then glanced at the ground.

Not a single piece of clothing was thrown wrong and his aim seemed pretty good.

So the boy reached out and pressed the drying button again, and the drying countdown was half an hour.

The sound of machinery operating echoed in the room.

Wu Yi asked, "Are you done?"

"Um."

Zhu Ci lay flat on the bed. It was already dark outside, but for a horror game, this was just the beginning.

The scene in front of his eyes became more and more stable, and the strange things became gradually transparent. It must be that the runes were gradually taking effect.

Night gradually falls in this copy. The view outside the window of this copy is like a layer of sticker, giving you a false standard to judge time. There is no door that truly connects to the outside world, and even the windows cannot be opened.

This also means that wanting to escape from this place is just a fool's dream.

"Zhu Ci, are you going to sleep?" Wu Yi's voice rang in his ears.

Zhu Ci opened his eyes, and many colorful lines spread in his sight, like the blood vessels of a human being after his skin and flesh were peeled off.

"Yes."

"It's not even night yet, can we really sleep?"

"You can't sleep at night. If you are afraid, lock the door."

Wu Yi looked at Zhu Ci. His condition was probably not very good. He thought about it. Although his ability was relatively weak, he was more than capable of guarding the door at night. After all, it was only the first day of the dungeon.

Zhu Ci closed his eyes and recovered his mental strength.

Wu Yi considerately turned off the lights in the room and locked the door.

Time passed little by little, and after night fell, a "click" sound suddenly came from the room.

The sound was like a switch, and more noise followed.

Wu Yi lay on the bed, not daring to move. But the more panicked and frightened he became, the more he could not remain calm and ignore what was happening, so he sat up.

The floor and gears rubbed against each other, making a strange sound, and the train whined and flashed colorful lights.

Wu Yi covered his mouth in shock, not wanting to alarm anyone, let alone ghosts.

However, even so, he still saw the Barbie doll lying on the ground. She turned her head stiffly, with a strange smile on her face, her eyes staring straight at him, and flashed twice.

He was discovered!

Wu Yi: “…”

He didn't know what to do for a moment.

Wu Yi almost couldn't hold back the scream in his throat. He bit his lips and lay down in fear.

There is a ghost in the house.

When he was playing with toys in the afternoon, he knew there was a ghost next to the toys because he wanted to play games with the ghost.

But at that time the toys could not move by themselves, and he had to choose them by himself. However, at night, it was as if some seal was unlocked and the toys started moving.

Although he couldn't see ghosts, Wu Yi could already imagine how many pairs of eyes were staring at him, the kind of eyes that were looking at food, eyes filled with red bloodshot and with frighteningly large black pupils.

"A congratulatory speech..." He tried to say the congratulatory speech tremblingly.

However, there was no response at all to the speech.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

As if the scene wasn't scary enough, there was a loud knock on the door.

Wu Yi sat up and took out the props in his hand. However, he noticed that the toys on the ground did not seem to be targeting him. All of them stopped at the door, as if they wanted to open the door and go out.

But they can't seem to reach the physical door.

Zhuci hasn't woken up yet.

Wu Yi continued to lie down and pretend to be dead.

These ghosts can't touch any entity and can't hurt him. It must be like this.

He thought so.

Zhu Ci told him to close the door, so he absolutely could not open it and go out.

If they encounter danger, there is Boss Mo Yangbing, he will definitely come to rescue them.

Wu Yi hypnotized himself in his mind.

However, a cold, thin object poked his face, and a light object crawled over his body.

"Open the door..."

"Open the door..."

Something long and thin hit his nose gently. Rough fabric pressed against his face.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh…” Wu Yi suddenly sat up, opened his eyes, and screamed.

The thing on his face was thrown out.

Pain in the head.

He saw something fall on his quilt.

Wu Yi looked closely and found that it was the weird Barbie doll, holding his hair with one hand and a toy plastic knife with the other.

His eyes lit up strangely, and the smile on his face looked very plastic.

"Open the door..."

It seems like a threat from the soul.

Wu Yi gritted his teeth, grabbed the Barbie doll, and threw it to the ground.

"No! Get out!"

He was stubborn and refused to open the door, but what could he do? Would they let him go if he opened the door for the ghosts?

How is that possible? Death is either way, why should he please these ghosts!

There was also a toy next to Zhuci's bed that he wanted to climb onto, but for some reason, he would fall down every time he was about to succeed.

But Wu Yi is really too noisy.

Zhu Ci won't be able to sleep well in this world.

He opened his eyes and tried to sit up: "What's wrong?"

The mark on his palm glowed.

Zhu Ci suddenly remembered that he had not yet put on his clothes.

"Brother, there's a ghost!"

Zhu Ci wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, reached out to take the clothes out of the dryer, and said slowly, "Don't worry."

There were indeed a few naughty children in his sight, but there was no rush. Even if they wanted to reach out to him, he had to put on his clothes first.

Wu Yi was comforted by his leisurely tone: "Really, there's no need to rush?"

The congratulations were answered.

Wu Yi also relaxed after hearing his words.

By the time he put on his clothes, his live broadcast room was open.

The live broadcast room was closed one after another, and some people discovered that he had started broadcasting again.

Then only by looking at it from the perspective of the speaker will you know what the naughty child he is talking about looks like.

The children waiting in line for the door to open looked like complete ghosts.

The face looked like a paper figurine, and the various toys in the hands were, in Zhuci's eyes, countless weapons made from the leg bones, hand bones, and skulls of dead people.

These white sharp bones were covered in blood, with white and red intertwined together, and no one doubted whether this was a murder weapon.

Zhu Ci was hit by many weapons, but his expression did not change at all, except for the slight redness in the corner of his right eye, he did not even shed tears.

Indeed, this copy has a restraining effect on the state of crying.

Zhuci even began to feel satisfied with this copy.

Of course, it was nothing more than trying to find joy in misery. This could only mean that the copy was trying its best to weaken the conditions that were favorable to him.

【“The anchor finally started broadcasting.”

"Why are you blocking us? Wuwuwuwu, is there something we can't watch?"

"Oh, that's too annoying. We are all adults now."

"Speaking of which, I don't know how much the host's mental state has recovered. Why does his perspective seem much more gloomy than that of other live broadcast rooms?"

"Yes, it's hell."】

Zhu Ci stood up, ignored the small things, and walked to the desk.

The "click" sound just now was the books on the table falling down.

Zhu Ci picked up the book on the ground, took out a flashlight, opened it and took a look.

Using eyes with negative buffs to look at words written in blood in the middle of the night.

If trainee childcare workers have their job rules, then babies obviously have theirs too.

The bloodstains on the book seemed to be freshly stained and were still flowing out.

The greeting was written in a hard to discern kindergarten-style handwriting. The only words he could make out were: "Playtime, resist, resist, resist!"

"Brother, be careful!"

Wu Yi had already turned on the light in the room, but the moment the light came on, it seemed to anger the lurking ghosts.

The lights overhead were flickering constantly, almost blinding people's eyes, and the wires were about to fall down because they couldn't withstand the strange magnetic field.

Zhu Ci was still reading. He reached out and touched the blood, hoping to feel the real words by feeling the depression.

The little bit of mental strength that I had finally recovered continued to decline again.

There were no flashing lights in his field of vision, only a filter that was like the eighteenth level of hell.

Wu Yi quickly turned off the lights.

Zhu Ci took a step back, walked quickly into the house, pushed all the toys aside, and then moved the cabinet next to the door to the door.

The knocks on the door gradually faded away. The train on the ground suddenly flew up, as if it had turned into a snake, and suddenly bit his calf.

From Zhuci's perspective, there must have been several bone spurs piercing into his flesh, causing blood to flow.

The toys that were pushed aside were the ghost babies, and they attacked the blessing angrily.

Zhu Ci closed his eyes and a tear leaked out of his right eye.

The negative buff of the pill not only hurt his body, but also dealt a blow to his spirit.

However, for a cold soul, crying is an unattainable thing, and only with the help of external force can the physiological standard of crying be achieved.

After enough danger, Zhuci finally shed a tear.

This rule is composed of black and blood words and is binding on both parties.

The goblin broke the rules and was forced into the toy.

The toys on the ground were as dead as a dead body, without any movement.

Wu Yi stepped forward and supported him. From his perspective, Zhu Ci was suddenly hit by a train and then started bleeding for no apparent reason.

Zhu Ci returned to the bed, lay down again and closed his eyes.

【“…Ah.”

"Does the host really not want to explore any further?"

"Recovering your mental strength is more important, right? After all, you are in a team situation now, don't you still have teammates?"】

Wu Yi watched him lie down again and try to sleep, and couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Brother, are you really safe? Can we sleep now?"

In the darkness, Zhuci's calm response rang out: "Yes."

Wu Yi felt inexplicably relieved. He didn't know what Zhu Ci had just done, but the toys on the ground had indeed fallen asleep.

It was as if Zhu Ci had just gotten up just to save him.

…

In the book just now, Zhu Ci saw some rules. The red font roughly meant that one should obey these children, open the door, and follow the children to find the truth.

Of course, this was just a message pieced together from a greeting. The original font was more like some random words written by a child himself, criticizing how hateful these nannies were and how deeply they oppressed the children. So he hoped that the children would stand up and follow him out to take revenge on these nannies.

Any child who obstructs their behavior will be seen as a betrayal.

Those who betray will pay the price.