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Chapter 234 Funeral (12) - Mixed in
A laugh, hidden in the endless mourning.

The long-term sorrow seems to have no end, and the emotional turmoil, whether it is happiness or sadness, finally falls into the eardrum, and only numbness remains.

Other people's emotions eventually become the absurd background music, echoing in the vampire, and no one cares about it.

"Has he been watching us?" Zhao Ruru caught the scattered laughter and asked suddenly.

Yu Xing raised his head and glanced at the gray sky.

Gloomy and depressing are the main colors here. At first, he thought it was just to set off a more terrifying atmosphere, until he sorted out all the hints and looked at the sky, he had a different understanding.

It is more like a photo that has lost its color. Even if it wants to show vivid colors, it can only continue to be weak and pale.

Just like some dreams that are no longer clear in the depths of people's minds, in retrospect, there is only a vague concept left, and something that can be called a memory is barely pieced together.

For some reason, at this moment, he suddenly fell into a very weird idea.

People who have died, look at the world, will it be such a gloomy?

Will it all feel like a dream?
Still a nightmare from which I will never wake up.

In the nightmare, all the people are so colorless - just like the white mourning clothes they are wearing at this time, at a glance, it seems that they have fallen into a narrow strange circle, and the feeling of suffocation is sweeping, and everything is malicious .

And special things will have a strong color, but when this color appears, it means that danger is coming.

For example, the colorful clothes of the paper figurines.

And the red nail polish on those hands in the closet.

The conscious world of ghosts is forever imprisoned in this state, so they are chaotic, irritable, and insecure, and then attack all conscious bodies they see.

To some extent, Yu Xing suddenly understood ghosts a little bit.

It wasn't until he took his gaze away from the sky that he realized that he had lost his mind uncontrollably, which is rare.

However, in fact, Zhao Ruru's question was only raised just now, and his glance towards the sky was more like a natural action.

He reacted and replied: "Every word we say should be under his gaze."

Seeing that the floor plan he had drawn for a long time was blown away, Zhao Yijiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He believed that with Yu Xing and Zhao Ruru's brainpower, it would not be difficult to memorize the floor plan. The moment the floor plan was drawn, its value would end here.

And he didn't really want to face those crooked lines, which didn't conform to his usual aesthetics.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he wiped away the traces completely with the rag, and asked, "Is it okay for us to talk so much under his watch?"

Yu Xing showed a very subtle smile: "His position is still vague... But being able to create so many reminders shows that he has no intention of locking us outsiders here for a long time."

Perhaps for this ghost, they are much more lovely than the small and unchanging world.

"The groom, that is, the young master of the Yin Mansion, he should have only two expectations of us, either leaving behind an interesting curtain call performance and leaving, or dying on the way to the performance." When Yu Xing said this, Zhao Yijiu Looking up at him, his eyes changed imperceptibly.

Zhao Ruru didn't know what to say for a while, in her opinion, ghosts with complicated thoughts are more difficult to deal with than people with complicated thoughts.

Fortunately, after some analysis, it can indeed be concluded that the ghost groom is not the boss of this stage, because his existence is more like a consciousness similar to the creator to this supernatural space, and has not turned into a corresponding one. symbolize things.

She could only say: "It's best if the groom doesn't hinder us..."

Zhao Ruru believes that the current confusion is only due to the scarcity of information, and when they have access to more details about this matter, they will definitely know what these people and ghosts are asking for.

She felt that all the clues at this stage should have been drawn out.

Then there is only one point left, which is the "door".

"So, you should already know where the door is?" Zhao Ruru didn't have any hope, she just asked for fun.

In case Yu Xing was so awesome, sitting at the stone table would have ruined the mission.

Yu Xing didn't answer directly, he just said, "Let me tell you what I'm going to do next."

The two teammates looked serious.

Yu Xing: "We are going to find the door. During the period, we will definitely be attacked by men in white. Then we will seize the opportunity to enter the door and complete the task."

It sounds so simple...what the hell!Zhao Ruru was expressionless: "This is the result, what about the process?"

"The location of the door, how to avoid attacks, whether there is a key to open the door... Where did all these processes go? Hey, you have omitted it very skillfully."

Yu Xing looked at her in astonishment, and said confidently, "I haven't even visited the private house, how can I know the process? The process should be told to me by you who have received so many clues from me."

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

Zhao Ruru: wdnmd.

Seeing the numb expressions of these two people, Yu Xing succeeded in gaining happiness, and he sneered: "Just kidding, I have a guess, come with me."

Perhaps what Yu Xing's teammate needs most is a heart that won't get angry after being teased.

Pain and happiness.

……

"Woooooooo..."

The cries that want to express mourning are more and more like ghost cries in the dark, mournful and gloomy, in line with the aura of this black mourning hall full of people in white.

The white cloth was rubbed against the ground, and everyone in the room was hunched over, with wide white hats covering their heads and faces, looking like deformities whose spines were protruding.

In all the other rooms, the men in white were standing, only here, in front of these dozen coffins, they were kneeling, trembling, and weeping bitterly.

The coffins were quietly placed on the ground, somewhat moldy.

Although the suona had no sound source, it sounded persistently like the sound of mourning.

During the funeral, it is indeed necessary to blow the suona.

With the sound of the suona, people are put into the coffin, with gold, silver and paper money, and the funeral procession eloquently. Finally, the dust settles and the earth is safe. There is one less moving person on the ground, and one more decayed soul underground.

But in this room, the deceased lying in the coffins seemed to be uneasy. Some coffins were deeply scratched and some were distorted. There was a steady chiseling sound from inside the coffin, as if someone was using a hammer from inside. Hit the inner wall tirelessly.

Some of the coffins ooze water stains that run a long way along the bottom and wet the knees of the kneelers.

There are also several coffins, covered with red handprints and dense scratches.

The men in white turned a blind eye, like sculptures, motionless except crying.

The door of the room opened and then closed again. A man in white walked in with erratic steps, walking from one end to the other like a wandering spirit, and then squeezed into the crowd when other men in white looked up at him. Kneeled before a coffin.

He sobbed like everyone else, arched his back, and quickly became a member of the mourning group.

The man in white beside him turned his head and stared at him for a long time from a distance of less than twenty centimeters. Seeing that he bowed his head and said nothing, only faintly crying, he finally turned back.

Everything seemed to return to stillness again.

After 3 minutes, the door opened again and closed again.

Zhao Ruru's hair was loose, her lips were pale, and she looked haggard.

A piece of white cloth that was torn off in a room without people in white was randomly wrapped around her head. At first glance, it was no different from the wide hat on the head of people in white.

Recalling the appearance of the men in white walking in her mind, she was stiff and frustrated, and walked step by step into the crowd of men in white.

At the same time, she saw the layout of the room up close.

There are many coffins, more than she imagined, but there are only five portraits corresponding to the coffins.

These five pictures hang on the wall in the center of the room, corresponding to the coffins below.

On the far left is a beautiful girl, even if it is only black and white, it can't hide the beauty of her smile, but in this photo, her smile is light, replaced by unresolved melancholy and sadness, and a little Enough to infect others with despair.

On her right hangs a handsome young man. The young man should be wearing a coat. From the photo, only a slightly raised collar can be seen.He smiled cleanly, and seemed to see something funny when he took this photo.

In the middle is a middle-aged man with an elegant temperament and gold-rimmed glasses. He is five points similar to the young man on the left. The years have not deprived him of his superior appearance. Although there are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, most people see him for a moment , still feel that he is very young.

On the right side of the middle-aged man is the old butler. The butler looks haggard, but his posture is respectful, and there is no expression on his square face.

On the far right, a familiar face of Zhao Ruru appeared.

It's an abacus ghost.

The unique meanness is vividly displayed in this photo. Compared with the wet and pitiful abacus crawling out of the well, the middle-aged talent in the photo is more in line with Zhao Ruru's imagination of Liu Bingxian, sharp and ignorant , uncomfortable.

She can match the people in these five photos one by one, Liu Xue, the groom, the master, the housekeeper, and Liu Bingxian.

Among them, the frames of Liu Xue and Liu Bingxian's portraits are indeed the same, not as delicate as the frames of the three people in the Yin Zhai, and they look cheap after comparison.

There are no photos of the other coffins, and it is temporarily unclear who is lying inside.

There was joy in Zhao Ruru's eyes, because everything in front of him was no different from what Yu Xing said outside, which meant that they might have really found a way to leave.

She randomly found a place and knelt down, lowered her head, imagining that she was going bald at a young age because of calculating this and that, statistics, and dealing with all kinds of cunning people every day—the great sadness made her His mouth was flattened, and he let out an uncontrollable sob.

The man in white next to him noticed that there were more people and looked at her.

Seeing this, the man in white didn't turn his head back, but moved a little distance in the direction of Zhao Ruru in a kneeling posture, and stretched his neck.

All of a sudden, there was almost only two fists between them.

Zhao Ruru's heart beat wildly, and she could feel that the man in white was beside her face.

Can't see... can't see... just pretend it doesn't exist...

It's not that the more capable players are less afraid of ghosts, on the contrary, after going through many games, they will more or less have the things they are most afraid of.

Various problems such as stress disorder and physical aversion came one after another.

These are all psychological shadows, forcibly frightened by the ghosts.

It can be said that no matter how many games they have experienced, the players' fear of ghosts has not changed, because in the process of players exchanging physical fitness, harvesting sacrifices and props, ghosts are also moving forward on another road.

Zhao Ruru belongs to that kind, she would rather fight and kill people than encounter ghosts, and in the kind of deduction with ghosts, Chinese horror is the last thing she wants to encounter.

At this moment, she was not at all curious about the face under the hat of the man in white.

But the man in white didn't care what she thought, just looking at it from the side was not enough, its face moved slowly, and moved from the side to Zhao Ruru's frontal face.

Half a face appeared in Zhao Ruru's peripheral vision, more and more, bigger and bigger, and then a whole face.

She didn't feel any movement of the man in white's body, that is to say, it only stretched its neck, and then sent an upright head in front of her with an extremely twisted movement.

She didn't know whether she should close her eyes or not, and while hesitating, she had already seen irretrievably.

The man in white... is a paper man.

Unlike the paper-stitched man on the street, the lower half of the white-clothed man's face was covered by the mask that came with the hat, only the eyes and half of the bridge of the nose were exposed.

is pure white.

The facial features are profound, not the kind of fake eyes drawn with ink, but two black cavities in line with the growth of human bones, which are the same size as human eye sockets.

The browbones are protruding, the cheekbones are slightly rounded, and the sides of the nose are sunken. Zhao Ruru can tell at a glance—this is the result of pasting a thick layer of paper on a real face.

There are no ventilation holes.

The man in white is a real person suffocated by paper.

This discovery made Zhao Ruru's whole body stiff, she couldn't ignore the terrifying face in front of her eyes, she could only restrain her urge to scream for a moment.

Then, instead of fantasizing about being bald, she just thought about being surrounded by people who were suffocated to death and then made into paper dolls, and she burst into tears.

Tears were streaming down, and the white-clothed man in front of him seemed to have finally confirmed that Zhao Ruru was its companion. He slowly retracted his head and continued to cry.

Zhao Ruru breathed a sigh of relief, and told himself to keep crying and wait for the signal outside the door.

During this period, she looked up again.

The five portraits hanging high on the wall were all staring at her.

and many more? ?
Zhao Ruru's pupils shrank, confirming that he was not mistaken, the portrait that was normal just now, now, all of them, stared at her with a ferocious and tyrannical gaze!
The glamorous girl, the handsome boy, the elegant middle-aged, the respectful housekeeper, and the mean Liu Bingxian all lost their true colors, and the anger and malice were exactly the same, making them look less human.

Not at all.

They looked at her as if they were looking at a laughing worshiper in front of the grave. Zhao Ruru was very sure that if it weren't for some kind of rules, everyone above would have the aura of wanting to come down and tear her apart.

She looked at the portraits motionlessly, and said silently in her heart:

Zhao Yijiu, Yu Xing, I'm so scared.

(End of this chapter)