96 Sacrifice Corridor 10 || Midnight Bell 1
"Calling back the soul?" Xu Yaoyu lowered her head and looked at her knees. "Shouldn't it be sending the soul away?"
Jing Ning didn't interrupt her and waited for her to continue.
Seeing that no one said anything, Xu Yaoyu raised her head and looked at Tian Yiyi hesitantly, and asked nervously, "Is that right?"
She has changed a lot. A few games over a few months can completely change a person from head to toe.
In that kind of misery, despair, and powerlessness, I was constantly polished, killing my past self again and again, and finally shaping a brand new soul.
Some people are reborn from the blows, while others will gradually lose their aggressiveness, become dull, and even their vitality will atrophy.
She spoke less and less, as if an invisible protective shell had formed around her, and she just curled up in it obediently. The little girl who used to cry and make trouble had become the timid girl she was now.
This is certainly not her fault. In the game, a slight change in thought and every word spoken may bring a price that she cannot afford.
Tian Yiyi noticed her change. Although her expression did not change, she felt uncomfortable in her heart. She encouraged her in a soft tone, "You're right. You react very quickly."
Xu Yaoyu smiled and relaxed. Once fear takes root, one becomes hesitant to do anything, and naturally chooses to give up many things and opportunities to try new things.
After coming out of the last game, Lin Haichen privately reminded Tian Yiyi many times that Xu Yaoyu was gradually closing her heart.
So now she has to protect Xu Yaoyu's safety on the one hand, and on the other hand she has to let her try to go out boldly.
"Why would the monks summon the souls of the two deceased newcomers?" Tian Yiyi suddenly thought, "You should have heard the sound last night, right? Could it be that—"
"I think the same as you." Lin Haichen nodded and took over the conversation, "Something came into our room last night, but now it seems that it should be the original occupant of the room."
"Last night's death condition was leaving the room in the middle of the night. Now the only thing we can be sure of is that both of them died from falling from a height. I believe everyone present was conscious and aware of the situation when the ghost came," Yan Shuang said. "What's suspicious is that their clothes were intact. Even if they were lucky enough not to bump into anything after leaving the house, in the absence of any light, they would have walked more carefully. People who are afraid of death won't take risks in unknown circumstances. Under what circumstances did those two people have to climb over the railing?"
"Isn't this simple? Of course the ghost in the room chased me out." Ye Jing'an said.
"There are other ways to go." Zhou Xia glanced at him with disdain and said, "When a ghost comes, you don't take the stairs and jump directly? I can't see that, you warrior."
Ye Jing'an was choked by him.
"Unless the stairs are blocked." Tian Yiyi continued, "They couldn't go down, but the ghost was behind them, so they had to jump off the building to take a gamble."
The newlyweds were very convinced of this reason and expressed their affirmation.
Yan Shuang frowned and thought. According to what Tian Yiyi said, the two newlyweds had to choose to jump off the building because they could not walk up the stairs. This speculation also means that at night each floor has become an independent individual.
After a while, Jing Ning said, "This hypothesis isn't entirely correct. There are still many loopholes. I believe that each room has become an independent entity. Otherwise, it doesn't explain why the other people living on the fourth floor didn't hear any sound."
Yan Shuang's brows relaxed instantly. Jing Ning got to the root of the problem, the sound.
They didn't leave the room at night, so they didn't know what happened outside, and now everything is just speculation.
The twelve people gathered around the dining table in silence, some happy and some sad.
Zhao Qifan sat there, feeling a mix of emotions. He recalled living alone on the seventh floor and complaining about his bad luck, lacking companions. But now, hearing the phrase "each room is an independent entity," he felt a surge of relief. After all, if no one else was alone, he wasn't the only one unlucky enough. This made the game seem much fairer.
He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At least in this respect, he was not much different from others.
Before I knew it, the heat of the day had suddenly faded away. The proprietress had returned to the house at some point, her face anxious and somewhat embarrassed as she said, "It's getting dark. I'll clean up first. If you're tired, just sit here and rest for a while."
There is no reason to chase away customers when you are doing business, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear from her words that she was hinting that they should leave as soon as they had finished their meal.
"Sorry, we didn't pay attention to the time." Lin Haichen was the first to come to his senses, stood up and prepared to leave.
The others stopped to think and followed suit. There was no point in wasting time since they had been ordered to leave. It would be better for them to go home as soon as possible.
As soon as the few people left the house, the proprietress behind them pulled the rolling door open with a loud noise and locked the door, as if she was afraid that the few people would come back.
"Hey, the NPC is more afraid of ghosts than I am." Ye Jing'an said in surprise as he looked at the tightly closed door behind him.
"Maybe she is a ghost. She urged you to go back to your room quickly. It's dark now, so she will come to find you later." Zhou Xia's voice sounded faintly beside him.
"Are you sick?" Ye Jing'an shouted. Looking at his smiling face, he felt that his smile was more terrifying than a real ghost. He quickly caught up with Yan Shuang and the others.
Looking out the window, Wu Yaqi's room was pitch black. She must have gone to bed. The best friends of more than ten years had fallen out like this. Wu Yushan felt a little disappointed. She said hello to everyone else and went back to her room.
"Let's go back too." Jing Ning took Yan Shuang's hand.
"Okay." Yan Shuang nodded.
Ye Jingan looked at the gay couple in front of him, almost blinding his titanium eyes. He looked around and put his hand on Lin Haichen's shoulder, "Let's go too."
"I like girls, thank you." Lin Haichen looked helpless.
"Who isn't?" Ye Jing'an raised his head arrogantly and dragged Lin Haichen back to the room.
Zhou Xia was left alone, swaying in the cold wind.
Yan Shuang and Jing Ning lay on the bed, chatting about this and that. Time passed quickly as they waited for darkness to fall.
"Ding-ling-ling—ding-ling-ling—"
However, what came even earlier than the darkness was the ringing of the telephone.
The high-frequency metallic sound strongly stimulated his eardrums, and Yan Shuang's sleepiness instantly dissipated. The red landline in the room kept making rapid sounds. He glanced at the time. It was only five minutes before the ghost came to the room last night. Should he answer it at this time?
The person on the other end of the phone seemed to know that he was hesitating, and it rang over and over again, with an unknown number flashing wildly on the screen.
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