Shekh pulled himself together and began to corrode the rusted bolts on the old wooden door.
The moment the door opened, the lights went out again. The footsteps and breathing were as weightless as the sounds of breathing. She slowly made out the situation inside.
Two plastic mannequins lay side by side on the bed. The room was quiet, and there was no sound coming from outside the door. The mannequins lay still, their faces painted with exquisite details of women. They were naked and without blankets.
The two mannequins moved in the same way, both slightly bending one leg and turning their heads at a 45-degree angle toward the door, staring intently at the outside.
Schech approached under their gaze and discovered messy handprints on the bluish-gray plastic glaze—fingerprints damp with sweat.
She reached behind her and Shi Jinzhe handed her the prop, a "dark flashlight." The light from the flashlight reflected directly into their eyes, and they saw that the two mannequins were covered in handprints, with the most on their chests and thighs.
Shekh pinched the dummy's wrist and lifted it up, and as she did so, she noticed something was wrong.
"Time is running out, it seems..."
She paused, her tone revealing a hint of incomprehension, "Men."
"Huh? A man?"
Upon hearing this, Shi Jinzhe reached out to examine the mannequin, and then looked puzzled. Distinguishing between men and women was very simple for him; this female mannequin was indeed a man in a woman's skin.
To ensure everything was correct, Shi Jinzhe activated the array again to check the life form of the plastic mannequin.
Shekh walked from left to right to examine another one. She lifted the inner dummy's wrist, frowned, and seemed not to believe it. She then lifted the entire dummy to examine it.
The gold ring covered the entire bed. She looked up and saw Shi Jin nodding at her.
"Both of them are men."
The fake figures are just disguised player identities; the seven people under the plastic bodies are actually native inhabitants of the instance.
They just exist in a strange form, which is why people mistakenly think they are all fake people.
As for why the two men are lying here disguised as women, that leaves plenty of room for interpretation.
Just as they were deep in thought, Ding Xun and Zhuo Jiajia, who had come downstairs half an hour later, also arrived at the second-floor corridor.
Seeing that door 304 was open, the two peeked inside.
Shi Jinzhe and Shehe stood by the bed. When they saw what was happening on the bed, Zhuo Jiajia's face turned pale and she turned her head to look at the ground.
He truly lives up to his reputation as a big shot; he remained completely unfazed by such a sensual scene, as calm as if he were examining a corpse.
Zhuo Jiajia rubbed her neck as if trying to cover up her mistake, glancing at Ding Xun.
He didn't show much emotion, but you could see his ears were red, which clearly indicated he was somewhat embarrassed.
This instance is really strange; thankfully, the only minor is already dead.
She was thinking this way, unaware that there was something wrong with her thinking.
Shi Jinzhe knew there was someone at the door, but he didn't ask this time. He wanted to see if he could get any unexpected information if he didn't interfere.
Turning the plastic mannequin over on the bed, Shi Jin found more pinch marks on the lower back of the mannequin, and the surface was almost scraped off.
Shekh gestured, "It's from pressing too hard on the tiger's mouth. You know this better than me, I can't see it myself."
Shi Jinzhe was not affected by the topic and his attitude was as normal as when he was talking about what vegetables to buy today. "There are three possibilities: first, personal preference, the person in the second position likes this possessive position; second, purpose, this is one of the positions with a relatively high conception rate; and third, special circumstances."
He looked at Shekh and pointed to the two mannequins on the bed. “Although other positions are also possible, this position is the most convenient. By convenient, I mean self-deception, burying one’s head in the sand. You may not be aware that, whether in history thousands of years ago or in the technologically advanced modern society, society’s acceptance of sex is much higher than it is now.”
"Really?" Shekh was skeptical. "I've always thought humans were pretty chaotic, haven't they?"
“The level of acceptance is different. It’s not that there are no problems, but that things that couldn’t be said before can be said now.” Shi Jinzhe murmured, pinching his chin, and thought for a long time before coming up with a suitable example.
"Didn't you see a TV series before? Yin Zhiping defiled Xiaolongnu. The purpose of covering it with a cloth was not only to conceal the truth, but also because he was afraid to face it directly."
"so?"
"So if that's the case, it makes sense that they like each other but are afraid to face the world, so they use self-deception to escape reality."
His words were cryptic, but Shekh understood what Shi Jinzhe was trying to say. The third possibility was that they were a pair of male lovers.
"This is pointless. What's the point of running away now that you've already done it?" Shekh commented on this statement. "They're trying to have their cake and eat it too. If they're so unwilling to face the truth, why don't they just replace the tombstone with a memorial archway?"
"that…"
Zhuo Jiajia, her face flushed from listening at the doorway, timidly spoke up. Seeing that the two people inside were looking at her, she said, "I have a question. If they are afraid to face the world, it means they will most likely succumb to it. In this day and age, it's impossible for two men not to get married, right?"
"Two men?" The moment Ding Xun asked in surprise, a defensive golden ring appeared beneath Zhuo Jiajia's feet, and Sheh immediately pulled her and Ding Xun to the bedside.
Blood once again enveloped the room, and sharp wind blades swept across the spot where they had just stood, making the wooden door clang loudly.
The two mannequins on the bed sat up abruptly, their expressions instantly becoming lifelike, and their plastic bodies began to transform into real men.
Shekh pressed one of the mannequins' faces against the other, shattering the bed frame. The two mannequins, their bodies intertwined within the bed frame, shattered into countless fragments.
The golden protective shield above the four people lit up with sparkling water ripples, and blood-red energy flowed around it, eventually opening up a second golden ring, expanding the purification range in circles.
Zhuo Jiajia swallowed hard, touching her throat where the wind blades had slashed it. She was just a hair's breadth away from being completely saved…
Ding Xun was attacked immediately after asking that question, so the purpose of the anomaly was to prevent them from communicating.
They must have seen different things, so she had to tell them what she saw now.
Wiping the blood away with the hem of her clothes, Zhuo Jiajia quickly said, "The first thing I saw when I came in was two men doing that kind of thing."
“What I saw was a man and a woman, and the man was… a mannequin.” Ding Xun quickly added what he saw, “The woman was very proactive, with long hair. I didn’t see her face, but she was shorter than a plastic mannequin.”
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