111 Sacrifice Corridor 25 || Fatal Illusion 2
"Get up quickly, something happened outside." Yan Shuang woke up Jing Ning who was still sleeping soundly.
Jing Ning opened his eyes and pinched his eyebrows with his hands. It was rare for him to sleep so soundly in the game, no matter how sleepy he was.
After calming down a bit and becoming more sober, he asked, "What time is it?"
"Seven-thirty." Yan Shuang also felt his head groggy and his limbs weak, as if he had been drugged. If it weren't for his biological clock, he might still be asleep. However, now was not the time to dwell on it. There were more important things at hand.
"Xu Yaoyu..." The last word circled in his mouth before he uttered it heavily, "...dead."
The morning sun shone into the room, and the two looked at each other in silence.
"Let's go and take a look." Jing Ning broke the silence first, his tone cold without any fluctuation.
Yan Shuang followed him quietly, and their footsteps seemed particularly heavy in the quiet morning.
When they walked to the door, they smelled an indescribable fragrance mixed with rotten flesh, which emanated from Xu Yaoyu's body.
The body lay lifeless on the ground.
Tian Yiyi stood silently by, her eyes red, having obviously been crying for a long time, but her expression had returned to calm. Her eyes were always fixed on Xu Yaoyu, afraid that flies would get close to this lifeless body.
When Tian Yiyi raised her head and saw Yan Shuang and him, her voice became hoarse and low: "You guys check, I didn't touch her." After that, she slowly stood up, took the initiative to give up her seat, and then silently stepped aside.
Jing Ning looked at Tian Yiyi, nodded, and said nothing. He just squatted down silently and began to carefully observe the fatal wound on Xu Yaoyu's chest.
"You guys...be careful." Tian Yiyi reminded, "Try not to damage her, she...loves beauty."
Jing Ning's hand paused in the air and he agreed, "Okay."
Xu Yaoyu's lungs felt like they had exploded, leaving no intact part. There was a small amount of something resembling essential oil clinging to the mucous membranes of her nasal cavity and throat. Yan Shuang found a tissue, dipped a small amount of the residue in it, and held it under her nose to smell it.
"fragrance?"
Jing Ning took the tissue and savored the aroma. It wasn't overpowering, but incredibly fresh, as if it could penetrate the soul. It didn't blend in with the other scents, but stood out on its own, becoming incredibly prominent.
Jing Ning pondered for a moment, then said, "This fragrance is very special. It doesn't smell like natural spices, but more like chemically manufactured perfume oils."
"Let me smell it." Tian Yiyi suddenly spoke.
Jingning handed her the paper.
Tian Yiyi frowned, thinking. Her unusual calm betrayed a hint of indifference. "This smell... I remember now. On the first day I came here, I was choked by this fragrance as soon as I opened the door. But in the next few days, it seemed like I became immune to it. No one noticed." She then recounted to the two what happened in the brief seconds after she woke up last night. "Why is there something like this in her nasal cavity?"
"Did Xu Yaoyu wear perfume before?" Jing Ning asked Tian Yiyi. After all, he had never paid special attention to others, except Yan Shuang.
"She definitely won't. She has hereditary asthma."
Yan Shuang pointed to the window opposite and asked, "Did you open that?"
Tian Yiyi shook her head, "No, I've been sitting here without moving."
"How did you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night?" Yan Shuang asked. After all, they lived next door and didn't hear any sound, which meant that they and Xu Yaoyu were not in the same space last night. If they were not in the same space, they should not wake up easily like other people, even though he was unwilling to doubt Tian Yiyi in front of him.
"We've linked our two digital watches to the same account. If anything goes wrong on one side, the other will vibrate. It's just a wristband now." Tian Yiyi stroked her wrist, "but the functionality hasn't disappeared."
Sure enough, Xu Yaoyu was also wearing an equally small and cute bracelet on her wrist. If you hadn't told me, I would have thought it was just a decoration.
All three of them fell silent at the same time, and they probably had an idea in their minds.
It was almost half past eight when the four people on the fourth floor hurried upstairs.
Ye Jingan burst into tears right there, tears streaming down his face. He didn't know who he was cursing, but kept muttering, "Son of a bitch."
Wu Yaqi was moved by the scene and turned her back to wipe away her tears secretly.
Lin Haichen sniffed. He had always treated Xu Yaoyu as his own sister, so he couldn't help being moved. However, he continued to do his job, checking the places that Jing Ning and Yan Shuang had not finished checking.
The atmosphere became heavy again.
Yan Shuang couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she turned her gaze away and said to Jing Ning, "I'll go to the seventh floor to check. Those two haven't come down yet."
"Together."
The door of the room on the seventh floor was tightly closed. Yan Shuang stood in front of the door and knocked. However, after a long while, a scream came from inside.
The sudden scream made the two men's faces become solemn in an instant.
Jing Ning didn't hesitate at all. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the door handle, and violently opened the door with a sudden force.
"Ahhhhhh..." As the door opened, a burst of terrified screams rang out again. Xiao Zhu on the bed was curled up in a ball, looking at a pool of blood that appeared out of nowhere on the ground with horror on his face.
"Where is Zhao Qifan?" Yan Shuang walked quickly to Xiao Zhu and asked sternly.
Xiao Zhu's body was trembling, his eyes fixed on Yan Shuang. After a long while, he slowly shook his head and muttered, "I don't know... I don't know anything..."
Yan Shuang looked at Xiao Zhu's terrified expression and realized that he wouldn't be able to get any useful information from him. So he turned and walked towards the room.
As he passed by the platform in the room, his eyes inadvertently swept over the platform.
However, this one glance made him stop in his tracks.
The candle on the pedestal was half burned, and the solidified wax formed a small peak along the table.
The candles were burning last night, just like the open windows in Tian Yiyi's room.
What is certain is that both of them entered the illusion, but neither of them came out.
What’s strange is that even if Zhao Qifan didn’t come out, where did his body go?
"Upstairs." Jing Ning's voice came from behind.
Yan Shuang raised her head and saw the photos on the wall.
There was an extra person in wedding clothes in the photo, and that was Zhao Qifan.
His presence is strangely abrupt, as if forcibly inserted into the photo. Zhao Qifan's proportions are jarringly out of sync with the background, giving the impression of being cut out and pasted in post-production. He occupies the left half of the photo, abruptly dividing the otherwise harmonious image.
From Yan Shuang's perspective, Zhao Qifan's eyes were staring straight at the person below.
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