Absurd deduction game

Originally, the reason why Ren Yi invited Yu Xing was that some things needed two people to do them separately.

But now, with so many more people, he can distribute tasks more calmly, and the error tolerance rate has increased a lot.

"How many people are needed in the intensive care unit?" Zhao Mou asked.

"It doesn't take much, as long as someone meets two conditions." Ren Yi led the way to the dean's office.

Every once in a while, there is a rusty and broken clock on the wall, but it can barely show the time. Ren Yi is calculating the time prompted by these clocks. The dean is not in the office now, and should be walking through corridor No. 4 to the intensive care unit. room run.

"What conditions?" Safuri raised her eyebrows.

"First, be good at seizing the opportunity. You must save people when the dean is dying. If it's too late, the dean will die. If it's too early, the diary won't appear." Ren Yi held the paper full of strategies and walked backwards in the corridor. , now their location and the ghostly corridor No. 4 are exactly symmetrical with the center of the hospital as the axis.

The sound from over there couldn't be transmitted, everything was quiet and strange, and the darkness outside the window became darker, as if the sky was covered by an inverted tea cup.

"Two, the frontal combat power is enough to deal with ghosts. Although the haunted house has no fatal effect on the guests, if you can't deal with it, there is a 90% chance that the dean will be killed by a sneak attack."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Xing covertly.

In his mind, this person should be competent and relatively trustworthy.

"Ah~ Then I'll stay in the office with you." Saffli smiled and reached out to push open the door of the dean's office.

The ghosts here have been dealt with by Ren Yi, and it is very safe.

"Yeah." Ren Yi thought that Safuri was quite self-aware.

Her whip is only powerful when she is in bed. In terms of head-on combat, the poison has less effect on ghosts than on people. The whip does not cause much pain when hitting ghosts, which is a disadvantage.

"Am I going to rescue people?" Yu Xing asked, and then without waiting for Ren Yi to nod, he glanced around, "Zhao Mou, who has trouble with his legs and feet... will also stay, and then Qu will stay here to protect these non-combatants. Han Yan wants to come over and cause trouble."

He put a hand on Zhao Yijiao's shoulder: "Brother Jiu and I will go rescue people, how about that?"

Zhao Yijiu did not express his wishes, as if he had acquiesced in this assignment.

Ren Yi agreed and took over the control of Zhao Mou's wheelchair: "It's exactly what I thought."

He felt that Yu Xing could complete this task alone, but with the addition of Zhao Yijiu, the error tolerance rate would be higher, making failure even more difficult.

"Cold wine is so powerful." Safuri teased, "Then I'll leave it to you."

The wheels of the wheelchair made a sound, and Zhao Mou was pushed into the office by Ren Yi and looked back.

He knew more about Yu Xing, and I was afraid that Yu Xing's motive for taking away his brother was not that simple. He was the person who had the most contact with that evil ghost besides Zhao Yijiu. How could he not recognize that evil ghost's aura just now? Instead of his brother's aura, he appeared behind him.

If the exchange of breaths hadn't only lasted a moment and Yu Xing's green-shooting ghost was here again, he wouldn't have been so calm just now.

Something must have happened that he didn't know about just now. Yu Xing pulled his brother away from the camera range, probably to solve some problems with the evil spirits.

Zhao Mou pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, turned his head, and calmed down.

He was relieved to leave this matter to Yu Xing. I don't know why. Yu Xing often showed a capricious and dangerous side, but he could always make others feel at ease and trust him.

This person is really born to make others suffer from Stockholm. Fortunately, Yu is not a criminal.

Zhao Mou began to leisurely look at the furnishings in the dean's office. It was actually similar to the doctor's office he had entered before. There was no more gorgeousness and elaborate decoration, but the glass cabinets were replaced with bookshelves, which contained some medical and philosophical books. , as well as various books on success and management, which show that the dean does not forget medicine but is also very knowledgeable and improves himself in all aspects.

This conclusion would be more convincing if some books hadn't started to gather dust because they hadn't been read a few times.

The dean should be a man who pays more attention to his own image, Zhao Mou thought. His instinct to collect information made him involuntarily see more. The windows were large, but the curtains were tightly drawn, and there was no garbage visible to the naked eye. The trash can next to the desk was half full and not emptied.

Zhao Mou narrowed his eyes, and such an image appeared in front of him.

A fairly simple man who loves his career, loves patients and employees, and loves this hospital, but his position inevitably affects him, making him unconsciously move towards the person who is touted by others. The image of the dean moves closer.

My self-discipline is okay. I refine myself for the sake of dignity, but I don't care about the details. It's like I'm doing what a dean should be. Even if you see that this is not the real me, It doesn't matter' ambivalence.

Nothing special, but some weird people.

While Zhao Mou was getting to know the dean whom he had never met through this office, Ren Yi looked at the time and saw that it was almost time. Yu Xing and Zhao Yijie went to the intensive care unit in advance, so they should be able to seize the opportunity.

"It's time to go."

"Okay." Yu Xing didn't say a word, and took Zhao Yijiu to the intensive care unit.

The path they chose was in the opposite direction to Corridor 4. The Dean's escape route was exactly the same every time. As long as no one interfered, he would walk along this path to death step by step.

He believed that Han Yan would not be the one to interfere with the dean, because Han Yan was also waiting for the truth to emerge.

Yu Xing and Zhao Yijiu quickly left the range of Ren Yi's camera, and they could finally talk about something they couldn't let the audience know.

"How do you feel now?" Yu Xing asked.

"Fortunately, the effect it had on me was taken away by Yiqing." Zhao Yijiu was conscious and in good condition.

But he could still hear the ghost beeping in his head. This was the first time Zhao Yijiao encountered a ghost who could be so talkative and noisier than Yu Xing next to him.

Yu Xing was a little curious: "Noisy? What did he say?"

Zhao Yijiu heard two more words: "...He said you didn't understand anything and dared to call him noisy. When he recovers, he will show you what real noisy is."

Yu Xing: "Oh haha."

"Yi Qing, please turn off Brother Jiu's voice. There's no need to listen." He disagreed. Even if this evil ghost regains his strength, there will be no day when he can freely disturb him, because he believes By then, Zhao Yijiao will definitely be able to control the power of the ghost.

Yiqing's shadow appeared and dangled out from Zhao Yijiu. He was dressed in a blue ancient robe as elegant as a fairy. Without a fan in his hand, he floated diagonally above Yu Xing and snorted coldly.

If he could speak, he would definitely say, why don't you want such good fun? I don't have to listen to you.

But thinking that just for fun, he almost shattered Zhao Yijiao's consciousness and almost failed to complete what he had promised Yu Xing, he felt a little unreasonable.

Although he was not a reasonable person, he still waved his hand and silenced Zhao Yijiu's ears.

As soon as Zhao Yijiu heard the sentence "You are a green ghost, why do you listen to this human being? You don't even--" he stopped abruptly. His tense nerves finally relaxed and he said to Yu Xing: "Okay, now we can't It’s noisy.”

They arrived at the intensive care unit smoothly. The door here was ajar, and through the two-finger-wide crack in the door, they could see the dim lights in the room and the sophisticated and obscure instruments that reminded people of death at a glance.

On that lifeless pale hospital bed, the outline of a body bulged in the middle of the quilt, and a head was exposed outside the quilt. It was connected to a ventilator. With the low and blocked breathing sound, the electrocardiogram above the hospital bed undulated weakly.

No one has touched the ghost here, and it is still entrenched in the room. There is no need to guess what it is on the bed.

Yu Xing gave Zhao Yijiu a look, put his hand on the door panel, and prepared to push the door open.

The moment before he exerted force on his hand, an eye popped out from the crack in the door. Among the large whites of the eye, there was a small eyeball, spinning like an out-of-control marble, unable to find the focus of his vision.

Under the eyes, a hand that was so thin that it was just skin and bones stretched out quietly and was about to hold Yu Xing's wrist.

Yu Xing, who was so close, suddenly became dramatic, his face changed, and before he was dragged into the room and into the camera range, he suddenly shrank his hands and exclaimed: "Ghost!"

Zhao Yijiu's face was expressionless. He was not surprised at all that this situation would happen.

Even familiar.

However, the ghost in the room was startled by Yu Xing's reaction and disappeared instantly.

I'm afraid it didn't expect that someone with such a strong reaction to ghosts would come here.

"Stop playing and go in." Zhao Yijiu pushed Yu Xing, and Yu Xing opened the door. The light inside the door flashed, making the hospital bed as cold as a corpse bed, and the unknown body on the bed was particularly special. Like a corpse, very uncomfortable.

The live broadcast of the intensive care unit was activated instantly. There was movement under the quilt, and the ventilator made a louder sound, demonstrating its presence.

[Open open, they move pretty fast]

[Who will be the “patient” in the intensive care unit this time? Burned to death, cut at the wrists, or poisoned? ]

[I think he is going to die]

[What are they going to do? When the dean comes, we have to rely on the patients to kill the dean. If we deal with the ghosts now, the dean will not be dying]

[Hide, this "patient" doesn't wake up instantly. Just like the one in the elevator, it needs enough disturbance before it attacks]

[Where to hide? Under the bed? Guys, I'm so excited! ]

The audience's guesses are relatively close, because there are not many places to hide in the intensive care unit, and the best choices are under the bed and behind the curtains. It is easy to be found in other places.

There was a faint sound not far away in Yu Xing's ears. I was afraid that the dean was about to escape from Corridor No. 4. The ghost had set some restrictions to prevent the sound from being heard.

"Hide." Zhao Yijiu reminded, pointing under the bed.

Yu Xing smiled: "Hey, don't worry, I'll take a look first..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yijius approached the "patient" on the bed with a slight headache on his face. As he got closer and closer, the patient's electrocardiogram began to rise and fall irregularly, as if the heartbeat was very disordered.

In fact, the "patient" is not awake, but adheres to some invisible rules and must be exposed to a certain level before he will wake up. The sneak attack through the crack in the door just now is the only attack opportunity before the living person enters the intensive care unit.

If a person is grabbed by that hand because their eyes are drawn to their attention, they will be dragged into the intensive care unit. What greets them is not a "weak patient" lying in bed, but a powerful and disgusting ghost. .

"Why did you come in here..." Yu Xing thought to himself as he reached out to the quilt and pulled it down a little.

The patient was wearing a hospital gown that was exactly the same as Zhao Yijiu's. He was emaciated, and the skin on his neck was torn, as if it had been mashed by something. The wounds were messy, and it looked much more painful than a cut throat with blood sealing it.

"Oh, this is..."

"Don't say that word." Zhao Yijiu used the emergency handbrake to stop him, "Say that word and it will wake up."

The word "dead" is taboo in front of patients. No one wants to hear such unlucky words in the hospital bed. It is almost like a curse.

Even if the person on the hospital bed is really dead now, it is not willing to listen.

Mention whether he died or how he died, and it will wake up and start beating people.

If they woke up early, the dean might not escape, which would be detrimental to their plan.

"Quite particular." Yu Xing muttered, and looked at the patient's face again. He looked like an old man, with sparse and gray hair, and a pair of eyes that... he didn't know when he opened them.

The old man's eyes were very cloudy, with a heart-stopping silence. The ventilator covered the lower half of his face. There was no sound of violent breathing, but no white mist appeared on the mask.

"Hey, you are in good spirits. You must be recovering from this illness soon." Yu Xing smiled kindly at the old man, no, the old ghost, and thoughtfully helped him put the quilt back.

——covered his head.

Yu Xingduan retreated straightly, and there was movement under the quilt again, as if he was enduring something, but he finally endured it and returned to silence.

Zhao Yijiu: "You have to..." provoke this?

He gave up before he asked the question. He knew the answer. It was normal for Yu Xing to provoke him like this, but... was he planning to be completely exposed and not pretend to be innocent in front of the audience?

Yu Xing came back with a look that showed him that he was having a good time, and he said proudly: "You see this old gentleman is in such good spirits, can't I help him breathe a little bit?"

Zhao Yijiu didn't know why he wanted to take this trouble: "Then you should cover its head."

"The temperature here is a bit low, so you need to keep warm after breathing."

"You really deserve a beating."

"Hey," Yu Xing's eyes lit up, "Why don't you use Tianjin dialect? It will look like we are talking about cross talk."

"..." Zhao Yijiu said, "Get out."

Yu Xing rolled under the bed.

Not only did he get out of here, but he also pulled Zhao Yijiu with him: "I'm not poor anymore, I'm not poor anymore. The dean is coming soon. Hide quickly."

Zhao Yijiu expressionlessly pressed down the hand that wanted to hit someone and got in.

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