115 Sacrifice Corridor 29 || Reverse
Yan Shuang's eyes were a little absent-minded, and his fingers subconsciously pinched the talisman and rubbed it gently.
The texture of the paper of the talisman is somewhat special. It feels slightly rough, but also has a certain toughness.
His movements were not very gentle, but he easily folded the talisman along the old creases and folded it into a small triangle. This triangle looked very delicate, with each side folded neatly without any deviation.
However, Yan Shuang did not stop his movements. He slowly unfolded the folded triangle, restoring it to its original shape. He stared at the talisman, his thoughts drifting away, remembering the time when his mother taught him to fold paper cranes as a child.
At the time, he wasn't very good at origami, a delicate craft. His mother patiently taught him, demonstrating step by step how to fold paper into a beautiful paper crane. However, he always made a mistake at some point, either folding it the wrong way around or misaligning it.
After countless failures, Yan Shuang finally discovered a little trick, which was to fold along the original folds on the paper. After trying a few times, she finally got it right over time.
"Crease." Yan Shuang suddenly said, raised his eyes to look at Jing Ning, then frowned and denied it himself, "No. But I feel it has something to do with this."
Jing Ning took the talisman from his hand. Through the light, the crisscrossing folds on the paper were clearly visible. "I think I know why it doesn't work. It's not the talisman that's the problem, but the folding method. This talisman is folded the wrong way."
"It's folded the other way around?" Yan Shuang carefully examined the marks and noticed that the lines in the center were much thicker. "What happens if it's folded the other way around?"
"You can think of the talisman as an energy device. When the talisman is folded backward, the path of the energy flow will be disrupted, thus reversing the effect." Jing Ning said slowly, "The result is that it changes from warding off evil to summoning spirits. One is inward-looking, recalling the spirits, and the other is outward-looking, defending and suppressing."
Yan Shuang dragged her heavy legs to her feet, drank a sip of the hot water Jing Ning handed her, and continued, "So it seems that the talisman is actually a sitting duck, equivalent to setting off a flare in the night."
"That's right." Jing Ning's eyes were steady. "Then let's follow the plan."
"Okay, I'll leave the outside to you." Yan Shuang lay back on the bed and yawned, "I'm going to take a nap."
Jing Ning looked at Yan Shuang, a rare tenderness on his face. He raised his hand and stroked his palm, "Thank you for your hard work. Sweet dreams."
Everyone gathered outside the door on the seventh floor. Xiao Zhu, like Zhao Qifan, was dragged into the photo frame, just filling the empty space.
Ye Jing'an watched Jing Ning come up alone, stretched his neck to look back, but didn't see the person he wanted to see. He couldn't help but ask, "Where's Shuang'er?"
Jing Ning's face was gloomy, and his clear voice was filled with suppressed anger. "It's gone."
These three words made everyone stop what they were doing.
"Gone? What...what do you mean?" Ye Jing'an was anxious. "What do you mean gone? Go find him. What if he left the room for something?"
After all, Lin Haichen had more than ten years of medical experience. When faced with such a situation, he was much calmer than most people. He took a deep breath and then slowly asked, "When did you discover it?"
Jing Ning's face was extremely ugly, his brows were tightly knitted together, his eyes revealed obvious anger, and he answered in a low voice: "An hour ago. I searched the whole room, but I couldn't find it."
Tian Yiyi opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated for a moment and ultimately didn't say anything.
"How could he disappear..." Ye Jing'an's defenses were completely broken, tears streaming down his face. "I was able to come out of the illusion last night, but he disappeared on his own. What an idiot, he's been taking care of others all day."
This is the drama that happens every morning, and the emotions and tears are just an outlet for long-suppressed emotions.
Jing Ning rarely gets angry like this, at least he hasn't seen it since he met Lin Haichen. "We've finished checking here, let's go down and look for it."
Everyone nodded when they heard this.
There is no one in the room, but there is still hope, Ye Jingan thought as he walked to the front of the team.
Jing Ning stood where he was, not in a hurry to catch up. He waited until almost everyone had left before retracting his expression and looking coldly at the group of people in front of him.
"He's in the room, right?" Zhou Xia, who was about to leave, suddenly turned around and said, "Although you're not swayed by emotions, you still have a weak spot. Only a fool like Ye Jing'an would believe that."
Jing Ning narrowed his eyes, and a cold aura emanated from his body.
"Don't be hostile to me. I won't tell you. It depends on you to get out as soon as possible." Zhou Xia smiled. "Maybe we can't be friends, but being teammates is not bad either. It's much better than those idiots."
Jing Ning ignored him and walked away with his long legs.
He knew people like Zhou Xia too well. When you could make a profit, they would be like docile little lambs, but once their interests were hurt, they would turn against you without mercy.
Having a completely selfish person around is worse than having a time bomb tied to your head. At least you know when it will explode.
Yan Shuang slept until the afternoon. When she opened her eyes and saw that Jing Ning had not returned yet, she pushed the door and went to the next room 503.
The room was silent. Their thick clothes were still piled on the bed, clearly thrown aside after being taken off that morning. Yan Shuang took a few steps closer, and a faint, familiar smell reached her nose: the distinctive, burnt smell of burning paper money.
In an instant, he thought of the evil Buddha, the taste was almost exactly the same.
He reached out and picked up two stacked down jackets. The smell was even stronger. Perhaps it was because the fabric absorbed odors, but if two pieces of clothing were kept together for a long time, they would more or less get stained.
Yan Shuang put the two pieces of clothing under her nose and smelled them. It was obvious that the black down jacket was much heavier than the other one.
This is - Zhao Wanqing's clothes.
He remembered that he wore this on the first day he entered the game, and he never wore it again after taking it off.
Yan Shuang turned the clothes over and carefully examined the lining. She found a little fine gray powder at the edge of the hem. She pinched it lightly with her hand and the texture was like the ashes of burnt paper money.
Zhao Wanqing was with them all day, so there was no way the thick clothes would be stained with paper money ash. Unless there was only one possibility, Zhao Wanqing really died one night and the female Rakshasa replaced her.
Wu Yaqi dared to hold the talisman with confidence because she thought it really worked, but she didn't know that it had become a shield for Zhao Wanqing.
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