"Yeah, I've been knocking all night."
He sighed helplessly and asked Shekh, "Did you figure something out?"
"A room full of blood."
Sheh stretched out a hand from the doorway and pointed to the bathroom. "The bloodstains start here, then here." Then she turned and pointed to the wardrobe at the foot of the bed. "And finally here. These three spots are the most numerous."
"Just like the route I planned last night, they knocked on all three doors inside the house."
Shekh stared at the blood on the ground. The pool of blood beside the bed was not large, and the ghost had only lingered there briefly. Its focus was still on the three doors.
She said, "The ghost is looking for the door."
"A door?" Meng Chengxi didn't understand. "Can a door keep out ghosts? If it could, Huang Shanhe and Xu Jialu wouldn't have died."
Shi Jinzhe: "Not necessarily. Look at Lin Xiaohe, she's not aggressive at all, and she doesn't even realize she's dead. This ghost doesn't want to hurt anyone; it just wants to do something."
"It knocked on every door all night, and it was quite polite. I wonder what it wanted to do by knocking on the doors."
“Go in, or go out,” Sheikh replied.
Just like she knocks on the door before killing someone, who says a ghost can't knock to signal to others that it wants to go out or come in?
These words reminded Shi Jinzhe that the ghost was inside the house, and the constant knocking meant it wanted to get out: "Is this the fourth new ghost?"
Shekh nodded. "The aura is different. There are seven ghosts in this building now."
"How many did you say? There are seven here?" Meng Chengxi's voice rose as he spoke, even though he had completed the game eight times, he was still somewhat shocked. "Ha, seven ghosts and seven players, that's just enough to go around."
"No, four are new, but three of them are broken and won't amount to anything."
"It's broken?" Shi Jinzhe immediately realized. "Did you mean that the seven ghosts included the four dead players, and that they all became ghosts in this building?"
Three of the four bodies were shattered, which corresponds exactly to the four dead players.
If Huang Shanhe can become a ghost that no one can see, then Xu Jialu and the two men who died that night will certainly become ghosts as well.
It was truly unexpected that one could turn into a ghost so easily in this instance.
It's one thing that Xu Jialu and Huang Shanhe were killed by ghosts and became ghosts, but how did the guy in the baseball cap and the blond guy also become ghosts?
“Ugh…ugh…” The boy, whose mouth was gagged, uttered indistinct words from his throat.
Shi Jinzhe looked down and said, "Save your energy. When it's your turn, you'll have to say it whether you like it or not."
The boy's behavior suggests that he must need Shekh's help, but he will only lower his price and honestly reveal everything once he realizes that the information is worthless.
Shi Jinzhe ignored the boy; news has a time limit, and if he didn't speak up earlier, he'd have to keep it to himself now.
He handed the letter to Meng Chengxi, saying, "Shehe brought it back this morning. Take a look at it first."
"Didn't we agree that I would go? You guys did all the work, what am I supposed to do?" Meng Chengxi spoke frankly, joking, "I've managed to latch onto a big shot and gotten a great deal."
"Then you can look into other things later."
"Okay, then I'll go check on Lin Xiaohe and the female student."
He opened the plastic bag, and the rustling sound reminded Shi Jinzhe of the noise he heard in the kitchen the first night.
Aside from the four players who turned into ghosts, he had seen one of the other three under the bed that day, and that one was currently the most murderous.
He tugged at Shekh's hand. "The dungeon can't generate ghosts so easily. There must be some reason. I need to find out the ghost's killing pattern. What I'm about to do might be a bit dangerous. Can you protect me?"
He cleared his throat and said softly, "Could you help me out a little longer? Let's get out of here sooner. I'll make you something delicious when we get back. The chestnut stewed chicken is really good, and the Sichuan peppercorn chicken wings are also very tasty."
"You need to write."
"I'll write the words for you. What I just mentioned is extra, and the dress I promised you will also be included."
Although Shekh was easy to talk to at the moment, Shi Jinzhe still wanted to be more cautious. She could advance the task progress bar for him with just one sentence. If she continued to be this easy to talk to, things would be much easier.
Although he only had two hundred yuan left before he came in, he could borrow money first. In short, the survival rate in reality was definitely higher than in this ghostly place.
Shekh blinked his eyes, hidden beneath the ribbon. "What are chestnuts? And what are Sichuan peppercorns?"
She knew about chicken and skirt; one was delicious, and the other was beautiful.
"Chestnuts are delicious, soft and sticky. Sichuan peppercorns are a kind of seasoning..." Shi Jinzhe hesitated for a moment. Can snakes eat these things? Won't they get poisoned?
Perhaps he should look into some relevant information and find some books to read, lest he cause further problems with Shekh.
"Damn it, Shao Dong is a real scoundrel!"
Meng Chengxi held up the letter, "He talked such nice things, but in reality he was a pimp. Why didn't this ghost just kill him?"
Shi Jinzhe replied absentmindedly, "No, or I can't do it."
"Woo...!" The boy at his feet scrambled twice and craned his neck to look at the three of them.
Hearing that there was no sound outside, Shi Jin squatted down halfway. "If you tell the truth, I'll let you speak. As for whether she's willing to help, that depends on how sincere you are."
Seeing the boy nodding repeatedly, Shi Jin removed the rag from his mouth. "You heard what we just said. Walls have ears, so you know how to speak properly."
“…I understand.” The boy lowered his voice and looked up at Sheh. “My name is Qu Yang, and I’m also from Shaojia Village. You’re very capable. Could you please help me find Teacher Qin?”
"Qin Jingyu?"
"It's her. Teacher Qin disappeared four years ago. Everyone said she couldn't stand the hardships of rural life and went back to the big city. But she wrote all our workbooks herself. She's so responsible. Even if she wanted to leave, she would have taught for a whole semester. How could she just disappear without saying goodbye?"
Furthermore, the day before she disappeared, she said she had an exam the next day. I saw her writing papers until midnight; she hadn't even packed her bags. How could she just leave like that?
Qu Yang poured out his words like beans, as if they had been accumulating for a long time: "She would never disappear for no reason. She promised to let us all get out of the mountains."
Shekh countered, "Then do you know Lin Xiaohe?"
“I know. The English book I’m using is the one she left over. We’re so poor here that several people share one book. Apart from Teacher Qin, no one can stay here for more than three months.”
"So you didn't take your books with you from school that day because you were afraid the fog outside would get them dirty."
"Yes..." Qu Yang stared at the hem of her skirt, partly because he was startled.
He couldn't come to school to study because it was inconvenient at home. When he heard someone coming, he immediately jumped out of the window.
When he ran far away and turned back, he saw a creature with a human body and a snake's tail staring at his back.
Although he was far away, he could still clearly see that it was a woman smiling at him with her face close to hers in front of the mirror.
He didn't know what kind of creature it was; it was terrifying, yet also seemed very powerful. She hadn't harmed him, which was why he had returned…
Shekh's mood suddenly brightened. It turned out that he ran away because he was afraid of getting the book dirty, not because he didn't want to see her tail.
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