98 Sacrifice Corridor 12 || Midnight Bell 3
"Don't expect to bother anyone anymore. I'll just stay here and chat with you all night."
The silence on the other side was deafening.
Yan Shuang didn't care about him. He was analyzing in his mind that the ghost was imitating Ye Jing'an and had been trying to trick him into opening the room or telling him the room number himself. This proved that the ghost didn't know where he was now. So as long as he kept doing this until dawn, he would be safe.
As for whether the ghost could imitate other people and call other rooms while talking to him on the phone, Yan Shuang was unsure for a moment, but he wanted to give it a try anyway.
Theoretically, it is possible. As long as you keep your phone busy and don't hang up, the line will be busy. Similarly, the ghost's phone will not be able to be dialed out.
The only uncertain factor was that the ghost gave up on him and hung up the phone himself.
Yan Shuang just hopes that time will pass faster.
This time, both sides remained silent in the darkness for a long time. After a moment, Ye Jing'an's voice, breathlessly speaking, spoke again: "Forget it, I won't say much to you. I thought we had such a good relationship, but it seems that's all it is. I'll just die tonight, it doesn't matter. Just think of it as me being blind and misjudging someone. Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice, Yan Shuang, don't be too clever sometimes."
Yan Shuang's eyes darted around in the pitch-black darkness. "Why didn't you tell me your room number?"
Since the ghost doesn't know his, then he certainly doesn't know the room numbers of others.
"How can you be sure that I'm not testing you? What if my call is fake and you answer it?" Ye Jing'an answered calmly.
"Hmm~ That makes sense." Yan Shuang rested her chin on one hand, crossed her legs, and smiled lazily, "Then what should I do? Let me think about it. In this case, should I sue you?"
The other party didn't urge him, as if really waiting for him to think.
Yan Shuang's slender fingers tapped the table rhythmically, measuring the time and speaking in a long tone, "I'm—"
The heavy and inky black color disintegrated at this moment, tearing apart the gloomy night, and a soft light came in through the window.
Before I hung up the phone, a poor signal sound came from the receiver.
Ye Jing'an completely shed his disguise and let out a hoarse growl, like a leaky bellows. The voice was old, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman. "Why don't you believe me?"
"Let me give you a piece of advice too." Yan Shuang smiled, "Because... honest friends would never use moral blackmail to sacrifice others for their own sake."
The darkness quickly disappeared, and almost at the same moment, the phone was disconnected and everything returned to normal.
Yan Shuang let out the anger that was stuck in his chest and put down the phone receiver exhausted. He couldn't wait to go out and take a look.
Raising his head, Kazhilan looked at Jingning, who had always been by his side, with his big eyes, and opened his arms to hug him tightly. Jingning closed his arms and held him in his arms, stroking the back of his head with one hand.
People are always like this: when they are alone, they can bear all the pressure and difficulties from the outside world and are invincible. But when they see their loved ones, the layers of protective shells explode with a "bang", and only a soft heart is left.
After the call was connected last night, Jing Ning didn't say a word the whole time, leaving his safety entirely to Yan Shuang and letting him handle it.
Unconditional trust is an extremely precious thing.
"Aren't you afraid that I might make the wrong decision in the heat of the moment? What if I insist on opening the door?"
Jing Ning raised the corner of his mouth, "You are not stupid. Even if the person I love is a fool, I have already given myself to you and given myself as a hostage to you. From now on, you have the right to hurt me and ignore me. Others don't have this right. I gave this right to you with my own hands."
Yan Shuang raised her head, kissed Jing Ning on the lips, and let go of her hand. "No one should have been in trouble last night. Let's go out and take a look."
Jing Ning nodded, and the two went out together.
Yan Shuang first peeked downstairs. Most of the blood on the ground yesterday had seeped into the ground, darkening considerably. From a distance, it looked like a small puddle. A few early risers were hurrying downstairs toward the main entrance. He then went straight to Room 401. There was nothing unusual at the entrance, no signs of damage. He called out to Ye Jing'an, who was still soundly asleep.
"How was it? Did you sleep well?" As long as he was fine, it was fine. Yan Shuang saw the dark circles under his eyes and asked anyway.
Ye Jingan half-closed his eyes, which seemed to be covered with a layer of fog. He shook his head in a trance, yawned and said, "I just fell asleep. It was so noisy that I was dying. I wish I had a pair of earplugs."
"Noisy?" Yan Shuang asked. "The sound of the bell?"
Ye Jingan hummed in response, "Then is it really the owner of the restaurant downstairs? I just hope that all the brothers and sisters can let me sleep well tonight."
"What happened to you?" Lin Haishen was fast asleep and was woken up by the conversation between the two.
"Oh my god, this is impossible..." Ye Jingan came back to his senses in an instant, "What happened? Let me see, are you hurt?"
Yan Shuang: "You."
"Me?" Ye Jing'an's face was full of question marks.
"I've been talking to you all night..." Yan Shuang nodded, "Let's go downstairs and talk later."
Several people woke up the players in the other rooms. There were 14 of them, and no one had died. The temperature was not high in the morning, so they found an open space in the square to start the discussion.
During this time, Zhou Xia's eyes were clearly following Wu Yaqi, and no one knew what he was thinking in his mind.
"The phone rang in our room last night," Yan Shuang said straight to the point. "After I picked it up, I heard Ye Jingan's cry for help from the other end."
"Do you mean that ghosts will imitate the voices of us players?" Lin Haichen glanced at Ye Jingan, the two of them had been together last night, and asked.
"Yes, it can not only imitate but also read our past memories. It makes you believe that the other person is really someone we know, and open the door to rescue them." Yan Shuang said, "However, if you are careful with familiar friends, you can still distinguish the real from the fake, so I want to remind everyone, please don't be impulsive."
Ye Jing'an shuddered. He couldn't imagine that his good brother had been on the phone with a ghost pretending to be him all night. The more he thought about it, the creepier he felt.
"Will the call come to our room too?" Wu Yushan asked worriedly.
Yan Shuang nodded in affirmation.
"This provides a reasonable explanation. Our previous speculation was correct. The two people who died on the first night also opened the door and left after answering the phone. As for what happened outside the door after opening it, we don't know. After all, the people who left are already dead."
"What will happen if you don't answer the phone?" He Xiaoxuan was so scared that she could hardly stand and was supported by Wu Yushan.
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