I made myself the protagonist

While Li Xinjian was talking with others, Su Li suddenly stood up, looked at Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng and said, "Take me to your room."

After she finished speaking, she walked towards the door without waiting for anyone else to respond.

"Why does this girl always talk to herself like this... It's true." Zhao Sicheng muttered, but his body followed him honestly.

When Ling Yun opened the door, Li Xinjian and his party stood far away. They looked at the closed room 2442 next door, thinking that there were two female ghosts trapped in this room, and Ling Yun and Zhao Sicheng's rooms were behind the next door.

Extremely nervous.

If Su Li hadn't insisted on coming, they wouldn't have wanted to come even half a step closer.

"Where is Qian Xiaohao?" Su Li asked.

"Probably not at home."

Ling Yun said: "I heard him leaving early in the morning. He had already gone out before seven o'clock, and it seems that he hasn't come back yet."

After opening the door, Ling Yun checked the yellow talisman on the door beam and entered the house first; Su Li followed closely behind.

Zhao Sicheng glanced at the other five people not far away and rolled his eyes: "Come in quickly, I'm telling you, the yin energy is heavier in the corridor. Well, behind whoever is inside, there is an old lady in gray clothes watching.

Looking after you."

"What?!"

After hearing these words, Li Xinjian and others, who were already frightened, turned pale. Without any hesitation, they rushed into room 2441 in a hurry.

"Is it so scary? If the space hadn't been allocated with rooms, I'd probably kill a few of you because you wouldn't want to live in this room, right?" After closing the door, Zhao Sicheng looked quite unhappy.

After realizing that the other party had just lied to him, Li Xinjian patted his chest and forced a smile: "Brother Cheng, you are so brave. How can we dare to compete with you..."

"Yes, yes, the space is allocated like this, it must be because of your extraordinary ability." Ji Xinke said, hurriedly winking at her boyfriend. Jingran also understood what the other party meant, so he slapped Zhao Sicheng's horse hard.

fart.

After learning about the other party's superpower, they had already determined in their hearts that the person in front of them was a trustworthy partner. Now they were working hard to please Zhao Sicheng, so that if something happened, they would be able to take care of him.

In the bedroom on the other side, after checking the dresser and wardrobe, Su Li walked to the bed where Simmons had been removed, and looked back at Ling Yun.

"Oh, this is because I feel that there is a lot of yin in the room, and there may be other changes in the second half of the night. Just to be on the safe side..."

Being stared at by Su Li felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't think of a suitable excuse. Ling Yun simply told the truth: "Okay, I was scared last night and didn't dare to sleep alone."

Everyone should have a calm mind and have the courage to face their own shortcomings; only in this way can they continue to grow and follow their own path.

Thinking this in his heart, Ling Yun actually knew that lying in front of Su Li was extremely pale.

Su Li glanced at him indifferently, then bent down and squatted beside the bed. She turned on her phone and illuminated the bottom of the bed, even under the bed board, and checked them one by one.

Su Li is thoughtful and methodical, and no detail can escape her eyes.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual under the bed, she dusted off the dust on her pants, then raised her head and looked at the ceiling.

"This piece of mildew looks like a human, right?" Ling Yun raised his neck, glanced at the other party, and continued: "At first glance when I turn off the lights at night, it's really scary... Hey, what are you going to do?

?”

Before he finished speaking, he saw Su Li turning around and walking to the dressing table. Ling Yun immediately understood what the other party meant and helped move the table to the center of the room.

"Help me, thank you." Su Li stared at the ceiling. After saying this, she put her hand on Ling Yun's shoulder and stepped onto the table instantly without saying a word.

When Su Li bent over, a lock of black hair tucked beside his ear accidentally fell on Ling Yun's face. It was itchy to the touch, mixed with the faint fragrance of sandalwood and lily of the valley, and revealed a mysterious feeling in the coldness.

The feeling is just like Su Li himself.

Ling Yun was in a trance for a moment, and when he came to his senses, Su Li was already standing on the table and starting to check the ceiling. At the same time, other people immediately entered the house after hearing the noise.

Due to its age and the dark and humid environment, the walls on the ceiling have long since fallen off, exposing the gray cement below.

A large amount of black mold has grown on the gray-yellow wall. As Ling Yun said, this trace looks very much like a human being. At first glance, it looks like the traces left on the ground where a corpse was removed from a murder scene.

The summer was hot and humid, and it had only rained in Hong Kong the day before everyone arrived. I didn't know if the ceiling had returned to moisture, and some liquid seemed to have condensed on the surface of the mold. Su Li stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

Go to the tip of your nose and smell it.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Sicheng was a little surprised. He had always thought that Su Li was a spoiled young lady with eyes on the top of her head, but he didn't expect that now that he looked at her like this, she was quite down-to-earth.

She took out a white handkerchief from her arms, carefully peeled off a few scraps of wall covering from the ceiling, jumped off the table with Ling Yun's help, and brought the handkerchief in front of everyone.

"This is not mold, this is blood."

Su Li looked at Ling Yun with a serious expression: "The ghost did appear on the ceiling last night. It waited for you to fall asleep before sneaking into your dreams."

"Fuck." Ling Yun couldn't help but feel his scalp numb, and blurted out a curse word. When he thought of a ghost watching him from above his head when he was lying down last night, he felt a chill.

"Fortunately, you are a boy. If this were another little girl, I wonder what that old pervert would do."

Zhao Sicheng's words startled Pan Rong and Ji Xinke. The two girls looked at Ling Yun sympathetically, and felt even more fortunate that they were not sleeping in this room. On the other side, Su Li stretched out his hand and twisted it.

I picked up a small piece of dark wall skin, put it under my nose again and sniffed.

"Miss Su, what are you..." Li Xinjian couldn't help but frowned. When he saw Su Li walking into the bathroom with the things in his hand, he turned on the faucet and rinsed it carefully.

She spread her palms again, and everyone was surprised to find that after washing away most of the sticky and disgusting stains, there was still a piece of paper with no visible color and faintly visible stripes.

"There's nothing wrong with this piece of paper. Besides, the ghost last night doesn't have much to do with our mission."

Fu Yuanju couldn't help but said: "I have been thinking about it all night. Apart from Aunt Mei, Uncle Jiu and the Taoist priest you mentioned, Qian Xiaohao is the key. You must know that the scene we are in now was not all created by him.

Did you come out?"

At the end of the movie "Rebirth in Seven Days", the plot takes a shocking turn.

When Qian Xiaohao was about to die, he recalled the whole truth: in fact, there were no zombies or ghosts at all.

Not only that, the heavenly master Chen You, Yang Feng and her son, Aunt Mei, the evil Taoist priest Ajiu... these characters are just ordinary people in the building.

All the encounters were his imagination when he was dying. As an actor who devoted the first half of his life to zombie movies, even if he died, he would die in a majestic battle with zombies.

Qian Xiaohao could not face the reality and finally chose to commit suicide. Until the last moment when his neck was stuck in the noose, he hoped that a Taoist priest or a ghost would appear to prove that his first half of life was not a big dream.

Unfortunately, nothing happened and he died quietly.

In the real ending of the story, Qian Xiaohao's body is lying in the cold morgue, waiting to be claimed by his relatives.

Just like the plot of the movie, Fu Yuanju believes that what everyone is experiencing now is all a fantasy dreamed up by Qian Xiaohao before he hanged himself in reality; it was not until the final battle with zombies that he gradually regained consciousness when he was about to die, and everything returned to normal.

"So you don't want to take action against Qian Xiaohao?" Pan Rong asked.

"Yes. We can make him realize that everything here is illusory. If he wakes up, will the problem be solved? Otherwise, as long as he dies, maybe the illusion can be broken."

Fu Yuanju said excitedly: "If you don't dare to touch Qian Xiaohao, then the people in the building now are virtual characters created by his spiritual world. If Aunt Mei is killed, Uncle Dong won't transform into a corpse, right?"

After Fu Yuanju finished speaking, everyone fell silent.

As an advocate, he could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart. Although killing someone was something Fu Yuanju had never thought about before, when he came to a place like this, he had to abandon his good intentions as a human being.

Li Xinjian and Pan Rong looked at Su Li tangledly, wanting to hear her opinion; while Zhao Sicheng held his chin and frowned, constantly thinking about whether the idea proposed by Fu Yuanju was feasible; Ji Xinke and Jing Ran, as newcomers, did not dare to

Feel free to chime in.

"Impossible. Don't try to take such a shortcut. First of all, this is Qian Xiaohao's spiritual realm. If you try to awaken or harm him, it will cause the world here to collapse. The day before the mission ends, we will all explain it.

It’s here.”

On the other hand, Ling Yun, almost subconsciously, directly rejected Fu Yuanju's idea: "I would like to advise you one last time not to have ideas about those NPCs, and the same goes for other people."

After he finished speaking, Su Li, who was originally quiet, suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him thoughtfully.