Chapter 93: Soul Separation 10 I Give You Two Choices
"So, the mirror image hasn't disappeared yet."
"We didn't force our way into 501. It locked us in a larger room."
"I'm a little confused," Ruan Meng raised his hand. "So this mirror image wasn't made by the Taoist boy's mother? Could it be that chair he mentioned?"
After he found that his cell phone signal was also blocked by this thing, he didn't think about contacting his grandfather as soon as possible. Now it seems that there is still something unresolved here, and it is very likely to be related to his grandmother's lost soul.
Lin Zhou spoke weakly, "After that masked lady tore the chair apart with a knife, the room was covered in blood. I was afraid the police would come looking for me and I wouldn't be able to explain, so I cleaned the room. As a result, I couldn't leave."
I originally thought that Long Zhu had violently destroyed the wall and had broken the mirror image, but the result was that, together with the opposite floor, a larger mirror image "room" was formed.
If you go down the stairs on both sides directly to the place that should be the 4th floor, when you go out and look, you will still be back to the 5th floor.
And if you go to the mirrored area on the opposite side through the corridor, the result will be the same.
Everyone broke the lock of the utility room, and as expected, there was nothing inside.
Lin Zhou was in disbelief, his face pale. "How is that possible?! I remember clearly that chair really was there, and it was chopped into many pieces! They should all be piled inside!"
Ruan Meng patted the man's shoulder and soothed him, "Don't worry. We know you're not lying. It must be that 'that' has appeared."
Meng Caiyun nodded, pinching his chin, and agreed. "This is probably because the evil spirit in the chair hasn't been completely killed, and it has turned into a 'formation'."
Wang Fengxu got a headache when he heard the word "formation". "Can you contact your brother? The Shucheng Abnormal Control Bureau branch isn't far from here. Let them do the work professionally."
"I'm sorry, there's no signal," Meng Caiyun pointed to the red cross in the upper right corner of his phone. "I can access the forum though. Can I post something?"
Ruan Meng scratched his head: "I think the person who took the order may not be as good as us..."
By then, maybe it will be Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather and just playing a few mahjong tables.
Long Zhu squatted on the ground for a long time without saying anything. She moved her cell phone up and down and left and right, as if looking for a signal.
Suddenly, she exclaimed, "It seems to be moving."
"What?" Wang Fengxu turned around and saw that the merit map was open on the other party's screen. There was a red dot moving within the brown-black resentment circle.
Long Zhu looked up at everyone, as if he had discovered a new world. He pointed at the screen and looked at everyone, his dark eyes rolling around: "If we destroy it, we can get out, right?"
Meng Caiyun bent down and looked over. "This should be the core of the formation, but the range of movement seems to be within the mirrored area."
"Ah ...
At that moment, Lin Zhou remembered the dollhouse advertisements he saw on TV when he was a child. They were miniature replicas that were specifically built to imitate real rooms. The little boy in the advertisement picked up the dollhouse and looked inside, his big eyes blinking outside the window.
Such a warm and lovely scene strangely overlapped with the current scene.
Long Zhu held the mop horizontally, flew forward, stepped on the sofa and smashed the window. The glass fragments embedded in the huge eyeball, and it twisted and deformed in pain. Just when Long Zhu was about to hit it again, the eyeball flexibly turned into an afterimage, passed through the hole in the wall, and quickly fled to the room on the other side.
"Stay put, don't run around! I'll go check it out!" Meng Caiyun reacted quickly. She quickly ran down the hallway, through the hole in the wall on the other side, and arrived at the mirrored room 501. The squirming, sticky eyeball fled behind the mirrored window. She casually cast a few soul-locking talismans, but the eyeball was surprisingly sensitive, twisting its body to avoid the yellow talismans and slipping straight into the bedroom door on the side.
Meng Caiyun followed him in without a second thought, only to find the door slammed shut behind her and the eyeball vanished. She immediately realized something and turned back to open the door.
The door lock clicked open, and what appeared before his eyes was not the living room, but still a symmetrical bedroom.
"Oh no," Meng Caiyun was stunned for a moment, then took two steps back, scratched his cheek helplessly, and smiled bitterly: "I was actually tricked."
Just after Meng Caiyun chased after him, the red dot on the merit map that was halfway moved disappeared. At the same time, the brown-black circle of resentment gradually faded.
"It's over so quickly?" Ruan Meng was a little surprised when he saw the "center of the formation" disappear. "As expected of someone named Meng, you're amazing."
He stretched and opened the bathroom door: "I need to go to the bathroom first. I drank too much water at noon and I feel very uncomfortable."
Wang Fengxu always felt something was wrong, but before he could stop him, he saw the man had already closed the door.
Long Zhu noticed his uneasiness and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Wang Fengxu frowned and said, "If the core of the formation has been resolved, why hasn't Tailor Meng returned yet? Procrastination is unlike her."
Wang Tianfu also stood up and pulled Lin Zhou behind him: "Uncle Master."
Wang Fengxu turned around and saw his nephew looking towards the bathroom with a serious expression.
This 40-square-meter cottage has a bedroom, a living room and a bathroom. The bathroom door has a frosted glass pane with a light inside. When someone goes in, a dark shadow is cast.
But now it's strange.
"Uncle Master, don't you feel like there's no one inside that door?"
Ruan Meng had clearly entered just a second ago, but there was no sign of any lights on inside on the frosted window panes, and it was eerily quiet, without even the sound of flushing.
Wang Fengxu calmed himself down, went up to open the toilet door, and Long Zhu also moved over, their heads overlapping at the door frame to look inside. Everything in the one square meter bathroom was clearly visible, and there was no human figure at all.
The two heads looked at each other, and suddenly Long Zhu pressed Wang Fengxu's shoulder, showing a resolute expression, leaving him inside, and slammed the door shut. Two seconds later, she opened the door again, and saw Wang Fengxu in front of her who still hadn't reacted. Nothing happened around, and Ruan Meng was still nowhere to be seen.
Wang Fengxu finally came to his senses, and he was furious. "You're using me as an experiment?" He stormed out, rolled up his sleeves, and waved his fists in front of the short-haired woman. His expression was full of resentment, as if he was crying. "Okay, I know you know you're wrong. Next time, remember not to leave me alone in such a dangerous place."
He really has no idea how to deal with these strange formations!
Long Zhu ignored him and turned around to look around the room: "So that's how it is."
She slowly inspected the doors in front of her: "There are more than three rooms here."
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The bedroom door was open, revealing two identical rooms, each containing only a wooden wardrobe, a single bed, a bedside table, and a window.
Meng Caiyun opened the window, but was unable to see clearly because it was covered with smoke. There were no protruding supports around, so it would be difficult to climb out from here.
She thought for a moment, then suddenly gave up searching. She walked directly to the bed, lifted her skirt, and sat cross-legged on the bed. She spoke to the air around her:
"You've locked someone in a room without any hidden weapons. It seems you don't intend to kill them. Or rather, you want to see them imprisoned and die slowly."
There was no response. She seemed to be mumbling to herself, "Are the smallest unit room, a single person, and the door opening and closing all the necessary triggering conditions?"
Now, even if Long Zhu and the others caught up with her and opened the bedroom door, they would not be able to find her - because the place where she is now should be considered another space.
Let's call this space a prison cell.
There are three cells in one room: bedroom, bathroom, and utility room.
Lin Zhou's home is a one-bedroom apartment with bedding, pillows and spare clothes stacked on the sofa. It seems that the bedroom is exclusively for his father, so Lin Zhou usually moves around in the living room and does not enter the small room alone. Moreover, Wang Tianfu's mother seems to be protecting him intentionally or unintentionally, and did not let the "formation" create the conditions for a single person as desired, so when Long Zhu knocked through the wall, Lin Zhou was not taken into the cell.
If the buildings continue to be destroyed, the "array" will be able to continue to create mirror areas indefinitely, and the number of cells will increase exponentially.
"If you're quiet, I guess I'm right?" Meng Caiyun brushed his sleeves leisurely. "You enjoy imprisoning others so much, so it seems you've had a rough life before? You've been locked up before? Where? The storage room?"
There was a dull sound in the room, as if someone upstairs was moving large furniture, causing dust to fall from the ceiling.
Meng Caiyun smiled and clapped his hands: "I'm anxious."
That's what she guessed.
The formation is indeed something that was once locked in the utility room. Perhaps it is the chair that Lin Zhou mentioned. Is it a ghost?
Ghosts and evil spirits, when people die they become ghosts, and evil spirits cause trouble. These are two different things.
The chair is an inanimate object. If it is not driven by an evil spirit, then it must be a ghost itself. However, the possibility is actually very small. After all, the birth of a ghost requires "the right time, the right place, and the right people". An ordinary object, even a weapon that killed people every day on the ancient battlefield, would not easily become a ghost.
Otherwise, the world would have been filled with resentment long ago.
If it's not a demon, then it's a ghost.
If it is a ghost, it means that the chair should have once been a person.
This may sound creepy, but in fact, it is very feasible in the Xuanmen.
For example, the same weapon-refining technique that Ying Zhiwei used to replace the body of his seriously injured brother can be used to do this.
However, the use of this technique needs to be reported to the Alien Management Bureau, which requires an assessment by a specialist and the approval of both parties. Otherwise, someone might be turned into an artifact for no apparent reason. How can one seek justice for this?
Obviously, this chair is one of the "victims" who has nowhere to seek justice.
"I'll give you two choices," Meng Caiyun said, closing her eyes defenselessly, a carefree expression. She crossed her arms and held up two fingers on her right hand. "One, I'll count down to 100. When you've had enough, let me out. Since you admit your mistakes and are willing to correct them, I'll let you die quickly by my hands. Two, you keep me locked up, and then die at the hands of that woman with the mop."
Meng Caiyun sincerely advised, "Actually, I sincerely suggest you choose the first option, because if you choose the second option, you will definitely regret it."
"I'm counting down now. Think carefully. My friends aren't as easy to talk to as I am—100, 99, 98..."
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