My Corpse is Bohemian

Everyone who was slightly frightened in the kitchen did not find the proprietress after returning to the lobby, so they discussed going out to inquire about the situation, collected some necessary information, and bought some food from the locals. As for the missing Xiao Qing, if she was "dead", she would be out of the game, and there was no need to look for it. If she was still alive, she would always come back.

The crowd was divided into three groups, headed to different directions, and finally met at the hotel to exchange information. The external environment is public information, but the task leads, only those who find it are allowed to participate. If two or more people are found at the same time, they can follow up together, but the more people there are, the greater the chance of being chased by "ghosts". And this game also has a certain degree of competitiveness, whoever can clear the level, whoever can get the final spree.

After 6 o'clock in the evening, everyone returned to the hotel one after another, and the tables in the lobby were cleaned up. The crowd sat around and began to share the intelligence they had gathered with each other. The first is this hotel. I heard from the townspeople that it was originally just an ordinary house. The owner's surname was Wang, but he died of illness five years ago, leaving behind a mute widow in her twenties. A hotel to entertain travelers. Because of her withdrawn personality, she is also a mute. She lives in a secluded place and rarely interacts with other townspeople. Everyone sees that she is lonely and helpless. If any tourists come, they will be brought here first.

"It turns out that she is a mute, no wonder she has not spoken." Huang Wei looked stunned.

"So, the ghost of this hotel is probably the widow's husband?" Zhu Shanhu guessed.

"It's hard to say." Cheng Ziming touched his chin, "The clearance conditions for each link are different. Even if the identity of the ghost is confirmed, we don't know what to do next, whether to kill him or find his bones. Or to investigate the real cause of his death? The only certainty is that our first checkpoint is this hotel."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Wan Feng said carelessly: "Today is just the first day of the game. Without the quest clues, you can't do anything, so everyone should leave first, and tomorrow will be the main event."

The others didn't have any opinion, they fetched water to freshen up, and then returned to the room.

Zhu Shan opened the door, and just as he was about to go in, he saw a person lying on the bed with his back to her, covered in shadows, like a black human-shaped silkworm cocoon.

Zhu Shan was afraid in her heart, grabbed Yi Zheyan who passed by behind her, and whispered, "There is a person lying on my bed..."

Yi Zheyan leaned over to take a look and said, "It seems to be Xiao Qing who disappeared before."

Zhu Shanhu carefully identified it and saw that her figure really resembled Xiao Qing. She breathed a sigh of relief. After thanking Yi Zheyan, she walked into the room lightly and closed the door.

Yi Zheyan stood at the door for a while, but in the end he didn't remind Zhu Shan that Xiao Qing had been missing for so long, she might have turned into a "ghost" and was untrustworthy. Seeing her defenseless and silly appearance, he was too lazy to talk too much, turned around and walked towards his room.

There is no entertainment in the town, and I usually go to bed and go to bed after nine o'clock. Zhu Shan admires Xiao Qing so much that she dares to go back to her room to sleep alone.

She took off her shoes, lifted the quilt and lay on it, leaning on the head of the bed without sleepiness, so she had to take out her mobile phone to pass the time. There is no signal in the hotel, only boring little games can be played.

Since she came to this town, she has not been in a good mood, but there are hidden cameras everywhere, and she is not good at showing it.

The room was unusually quiet except for the slight vibration of the phone and the sound of her own breathing.

Ok? Breathing? Zhu Shan suddenly felt that something was wrong. Xiao Qing lying beside her was too quiet, as if it didn't exist.

She felt a little hairy in her heart, hesitated for a while, tried to push her shoulder, and whispered: "Xiao Qing, Xiao Qing..."

Just as she was about to get closer, she heard a creak when Xiao Qing's head suddenly rolled down from her neck and turned in a different direction. It happened to be face-to-face with Zhu Shan. In the dim light, a pair of **** eyes, stare straight at her.

"Ah—" A scream broke the silence of the night.

Zhu Shanxuan didn't wear any shoes, so he jumped off the bed in panic, rushed out of the room as if to flee for his life, and slammed on the door of Yi Zheyan next door.

"What's wrong?" Yi Zheyan opened the door and looked at Zhu Shan's bloodless face.

Zhu Shan pointed to his room and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Qing, Xiao Qing is dead..."

Yi Zheyan walked out of the room, took the door behind him, and followed her to the next door, saw the "thing" separated from the body on the bed, walked over, lifted the head, and said to Zhu Shanshan, "It's just a dummy. "

"Dummy?" Zhu Shan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he was furious again, scolding the planning team in his heart, do you want to make it so realistic!

Yi Zheyan's eyes moved slightly, his fingers touched something on his head, he took it out quietly and put it into his palm.

"I'll help you get the dummy out, you can continue to rest." Yi Zheyan walked out of the room with his head in one hand and the dummy in the other.

Zhu Shan grabbed his sleeve and looked at him pleadingly: "I don't dare to sleep alone..."

"I'm a man, it's inconvenient to have the same room with you." Yi Zheyan saw her look of despair as if the end of the world had come, and said lightly, "Since you have decided to participate in the supernatural show, you should be prepared for fear. In this situation It's going to keep happening, you better get used to it sooner."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care what Zhu Shan's reaction was, he took the dummy and walked out.

Zhu Shan looked at his back sullenly, his eyes inadvertently fell on the head he was holding in his hand, and the head was facing her. The moment she saw that face, she felt like she fell into an ice cave. Cold from head to toe.

She clearly remembered that the first time she saw the dummy, the face of the dummy was expressionless, but now, a strange smile appeared on its face... Watching Yi Zheyan disappear at the end of the corridor, Zhu Shan was paralyzed. Leaning against the door frame for a while, then tremblingly hid in his room.

On the other side, Yi Zheyan threw the dummy in the hotel yard, then returned to the lobby and took out what he had just found, a small rolled up paper sign.

Opened the paper sign, and it read: [Enter the second-to-last room on the right side of the corridor and find the widow's hairpin]

Yi Zheyan stuffed the paper sign into his pocket and walked towards the indicated location.

The second-to-last room on the right side of the corridor is next to the proprietress. Yi Zheyan took a light step, tried not to make a sound, quietly came to the door of the room, held the door handle, turned it a little bit, and slowly pushed the door open.

The room was dark, Yi Zheyan fumbled for a while on the wall, found the light switch, and pressed it a few times, but the light did not turn on. Clearly, the lights in this room are broken.

Yi Zheyan took out his mobile phone, raised his hand and took a photo, and saw a black and white photo placed on the offering table in front of him. The photo shows a man with sunken eye sockets and an expressionless face, staring straight at him with empty eyes.

Yi Zheyan took a short breath and moved his phone subconsciously, guessing that the man in the photo should be the dead husband of the proprietress.

The light of the mobile phone swept to the corner beside the offering table, where a pitch-black coffin stood.

Yi Zheyan was secretly surprised that the proprietress's husband was buried, why was there a coffin in the room? Did the proprietress keep her husband's body at home? But he didn't smell rancid, and there should be no bodies in the coffin.

Yi Zheyan didn't think about it anymore, and started to search around the room with the help of the mobile phone lighting. The room was small, with nothing but an offering table and a coffin. If there is really a hairpin hidden here, then the only possible place to hide something is the coffin.

He had to say that the planning team was too insidious, even letting others open the coffin of the dead in the dark in the middle of the night.

Yi Zheyan walked to the coffin with a grim expression, and found a gap at one end of the coffin. He used his mobile phone to look into the gap and saw a pair of feet wearing red shoes.

Yi Zheyan: "…"

No surprise, the planning team really put a "dead man" in the coffin.

He put the phone in his mouth, reached out and pushed open the lid of the coffin, fully exposing the neatly dressed "dead man" inside. The light of the mobile phone shone through, and he saw a familiar face unexpectedly. It was the proprietress of the tavern, the mute widow of the dead husband.

The first thing Yi Zheyan thought of was not the plot, but admiration for the fact that the proprietress actually went into battle, lying in a coffin and pretending to be dead, but she was really dedicated.

The other party is so dedicated, of course he can't be too lazy, and he begins to seriously ponder the meaning of this plot. Is it implying that the proprietress is dead, or does she have the quirk of sleeping in a coffin?

While thinking about it, I searched for the hairpin in the coffin. After a while, he found the target in the proprietress' hair.

When Yi Zheyan reached for the hairpin, he inadvertently touched the face of the proprietress, and his hand was cold and without warmth.

With a move in his heart, he subconsciously probed into her nose, but he didn't even breathe!

Yi Zheyan's calm expression finally showed signs of cracking. He stretched out **** and gently pressed it on the top of her left chest. For 2 seconds...4 seconds...10 seconds, there was no heartbeat! !

His face turned pale, he withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and looked at the person in the coffin in disbelief. It is impossible to determine whether this is a dummy made by the planning team, or whether the proprietress is really dead!

He has seen a dummy before. Although it is very similar, he can still see the difference after getting closer. However, the proprietress in the coffin is different. It is too real.

Yi Zheyan was secretly shocked, this supernatural show will not turn into a murder scene, right? !

He gritted his teeth, thought for a moment, and finally chose to leave the room and did not move. He has already obtained the task hairpin, and there is a paper tag tied to the hairpin, which reads: [Get the widow's hairpin, you can save your life]

The next day, everyone came out of the room one after another, and everyone's face was not very good.

Yi Zheyan looked around for a week, and found that Xiao Qing, who disappeared yesterday, was standing there, but Huang Wei, who was so loud, was gone.

"Huh? Xiao Qing, are you back?" Cheng Ziming also saw Xiao Qing and asked in surprise.

Xiao Qing smiled and said, "Well, I met a 'ghost' yesterday. I didn't dare to come back, so I stayed at a townsman's house for one night."

"So it is." Everyone was relieved, and they were about to ask for details, but they heard Yi Zheyan say: "Cheng Ziming, isn't Huang Wei in the same room as you, and others?"

Cheng Ziming replied: "He left the room at 1:00 in the morning and never came back. I don't know where he went."

When Huang Wei left, Cheng Ziming noticed something and checked the time by the way. He estimated that the other party should have discovered the clue of the mission. Since he didn't tell him, he naturally wouldn't follow it.

After hearing what Cheng Ziming said, everyone probably guessed that Huang Wei must have encountered a "spiritual event", but they didn't know if he could come back alive.

But in one day and one night, Xiao Qing, Zhu Shan, Yi Zheyan, and Huang Wei stepped on the thunder one after another. This episode of the supernatural program was very tight, and there were traps everywhere. There are still 6 days to come, and after 6 days, the ghost Know if they will be driven crazy by the **** in the planning team!

At this moment, Cheng Ziming suddenly seemed to think of something, got up and walked behind the counter, turned out the accommodation register, found the page signed by everyone, just glanced at it, his face changed, and whispered: "Huang Wei is dead!"

"What?" The crowd immediately gathered around.

Cheng Ziming handed the accommodation register in front of them, and saw that the word "Huang Wei" written on the top had turned red, while the names of the others were still black. This hint could not be more obvious, Huang Wei should be out.

After Huang Wei was Wan Feng, he laughed dryly: "Will it be me who will 'die' next?"

Cheng Ziming thought that when the registration was first started, the members of the photography team only wrote a code name, and they probably expected it long ago.

"I think it's better not to leave your name on the register," Cheng Ziming said.

The crowd also agreed.

Just when Cheng Ziming was about to tear off the page, a white hand suddenly stretched out from the side and pressed it on the register.

Everyone looked down their arms and saw a familiar face, it was the proprietress of the hotel.

Yi Zheyan's pupils shrank for a while, looking at the proprietress standing upright in front of him, the shock in his heart was beyond words.

This episode of the supernatural show, if the planning team is not super talented, then it is really supernatural!

On the other hand, in the base camp of the planning team, the team leader looked at the recorded screen and suddenly had an idea: "I think our program can have a special special during the New Year."

"What special?" the crowd asked.

"Live online simultaneously."