The Trial Game of Life

The sudden third person made Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng both feel awkward, and even Qi Hui heard the horrified cry for help through the microphone.

"Zhou Dahai!" He was shocked and delighted, rushed to the phone, and he seemed to want to get into the microphone.

"Qi Hui? Is that you Qi Hui! Quickly save me, there are ghosts here!" The two teammates called across the phone line, one more exhausted than the other.

Tang Cuo was attacked by double sound waves, and his eardrums were almost shattered. Jin Cheng is a little better, and asks decisively, "Zhou Dahai, calm down, what is the situation on your side?"

After hearing the words, Qi Hui also wanted to ask, Tang Cuo directly clasped his wrists, and swept his eyes coldly-do you dare to say another word to try?

Qi Hui shut up, and the gangster was terrible.

Zhou Haihai finally recovered some reason, and quickly replied, "I don't know, I was in a basement as soon as I entered the copy. Fuck here is a hall! There are coffins, cards, and ghosts!!! I can't escape easily Come out, the ghost is still there.

Zhou Dahai didn't know what he saw again. A series of "lying troughs" accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground made the eyebrows tight. Qi Hui tightened his fists even more nervously.

Jin Cheng "Zhou Dahai? Zhou Dahai?"

After a long time of more than ten seconds, the end of the phone finally responded, "Mom scared me, and I finally ran out of the basement, and the ghost also ran out! I am alone here, so terrible... "

Jin Cheng quickly asked, "Whose hall is in the basement?"

Zhou Dahai thought about it, "Yu, Yu Wangyue! I seem to see this name on the card!"

Jin Cheng "How many years have you been there?"

"I don't know, how do I know this!"

"you--"

Jin Cheng asked again, Zizi's current interrupted his words, and the phone was forced to be interrupted.

Tang Cuo and Qi Hui also lost all contact with each other. Qi Hui was very worried. "There is only him on the side of Zhou Dahai, will he not be in trouble?"

Tang Cuo asked, "If I knew something would happen, why would I come?"

Qi Hui said, he opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Tang Cuo didn't ask any more. He glanced down at the old fountain pen in his hand, temporarily received it in his pocket, and began to search around. After Qi Hui froze, he quickly followed his footsteps, "What are you looking for now?"

"Basement." Tang Chuo was concise.

"Yes, the basement!" Zhou Dahai said, he was in the basement as soon as he entered the copy.

Since it is a basement, the entrance must be on the first floor. The two searched all suspicious corners and finally found clues in the restaurant's closet.

There is an organ here. You can remove an closet by turning an animal ornament on the closet.

Behind the closet is a downward staircase, which is very dark inside and no fingers can be reached. Tang Cuo rejected Qi Hui's self-made torch, found a candlestick to light it, and walked in first.

Qi Hui followed.

After about three minutes, the two finally walked to the ground, but there was still a door blocking the way.

Qi Hui looked at the locked door and pushed a few times to push it open, which inevitably made him crazy. "How can I find the key again? We won't be looking for the key forever?"

Tang Cuo "What about the two keys left? Just try."

Qi Hui patted the seeds of the brain and drank it. He immediately took out the housekeeper's keychain and tried with the remaining two keys. The first one was not good, but the second one was just right!

"Open!" Qi Hui pushed open the door.

Tang Cuo walked in with a candlestick, and could see the situation in the basement through the shaking candlelight. He couldn't help frowning. This is indeed a spiritual hall, as Zhou Dahai said.

In front of the black coffin, white chrysanthemums are placed on the desk, surrounded by a tablet that reads "Dead Brother at the Spirit of Mochizuki.

Yu Wangyue is Yu Wangnian's younger brother. Yu Wangyue died, and his brother gave him a card, which is not difficult to understand. When Tang Cuo suddenly heard Yu Wangyue's name from Zhou Dahai's mouth, he thought that his time and space were behind him. Yu Wangyue died, so his body went from the attic to the basement.

But now it seems that there is a Yu Wangyue in the attic, and another Yu Wangyue is dead in the basement.

Who is really in Mochizuki?

Tang Cuo walked to the coffin and placed the candlestick on his desk, and he had to open the coffin. Although Qi Hui was a little afraid of ghosts and guarded the ghosts in the basement that Zhou Dahai said all the time, he was not so sloppy in the matter and quickly came over to help.

Together, the coffin was quickly pushed away, and a shriveled corpse appeared. At the same time, a smell of corpse smell and quirky aroma came across.

"Cough, cough..." Qi Hui subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, raised his eyes, but saw that Tang Cuo's face did not change color, and he even touched his hand to touch the body. The big brother deserves to be a real big brother.

"The corpse has been specially preserved and kept intact. But depending on the degree of shrivel, it has been dead for at least a few months." Tang Cuo looked at it more and he was more puzzled.

Even if he is abnormal again, Yu Wangnian will imprison his own younger brother and give his wife chronic poisons and medicines, and will not secretly give a fake younger brother a standing. However, from the standpoint of height, age, and hair, this corpse is very similar to an attic guest.

In addition, the key to the basement is in the hands of the housekeeper, indicating that in addition to Yuwann, the housekeeper knows. The butler must be Yu Wangnian's absolute confidant and is involved in almost everything.

"There seems to be no ghosts here, what about ghosts?" Qi Hui was glad and puzzled.

"Not here, then somewhere else." Tang Cuo said, turning over the pockets of clothes on the body and drawing a key from inside. He can't judge the order of Zhou Dahai and himself now, but with the key, it's easier to handle.

There must be Yu Mochizuki's room in the mansion.

"Go." Tang Cuo quickly went to the second floor, glancing at the clock on the wall as he passed the living room, with the last nine minutes left until twelve. He couldn't help but speed up and went straight to the room beside the master bedroom.

Yu Wangyue is a younger brother, it is impossible to live in the main bedroom, then try from the second bedroom.

In the second room, "click", the door opened.

Qi Hui felt that he could no longer express his respect for the big brother with a simple "recessed trough". He stayed calm and followed Tangcuo into the house, but he blurted out the first second after he entered the room, "Flat trough!" "

There were ghosts in the house, and they looked exactly like the corpses in the coffin. They stood by the window and looked back slowly.

"Yu Wangyue." Tang Cuo called out his name, shining.

Yu Wangyue's eyes stayed on him for only a second, his eyes were blank and empty. Soon, he seemed to feel something, his eyes finally recovered, and then fluttered through the wall and flew out.

"He, what's the matter with him? Don't you fight?" Qi Hui whispered, the gun in his hand was already loaded.

Tang Cuo shook his head, and he gradually had a guess in his heart, but he still needed empirical evidence. So he followed Mochizuki and walked slowly along the corridor until he finally reached a door.

Yu Wangyue floated in.

"Where is this?" Qi Hui looked around, suddenly blessing his soul, "Qin room?"

Tang Cuo did not answer, he counted in his heart.

"ten."

"nine."

...

"three."

"two."

"One."

"clang--"

The wall clock in the living room reported the hour and arrived at twelve. The strange and cheerful piano sound also came from the room in front of it, and it was the melody of "Songs of Crows, Spirits and Lambs".

Qi Hui couldn't help shivering.

Tang Cuo looked into the room through the door slit. He could not see the piano, but he could see the window diagonally facing the door. The windows are still closed by iron railings, but the iron railings can block people, not the moonlight. The evening wind blew the white gauze curtain, and the moonlight fell like water.

Now it seems that the "twelve o'clock room" written by the housekeeper on the small blackboard refers to the sound of the piano that suddenly sounded in the piano room at midnight.

The distinguished young master of Yu Gongguan died, but his elder brother was not secret, and even a suspected "Yu Wangyue" was locked in the attic.

He must have died with injustice, ghosts wandering here all day long, playing music at midnight.

"Ghost, ghost!" Qi Hui's cry interrupted Tang Cuo's thoughts again. He turned back suddenly and found that the shattered ghost also appeared in the corridor, looking at them fixedly.

No, maybe it can be said to be looking at the piano room.

Tang Cuo didn't dare to entrust him, and immediately sacrificed the sword of adjudication. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a strange wave of power, like-magnetic field!

Yes, he remembered the word Jin Cheng mentioned, and then glanced at the faint ripples in the surrounding air, and he had a bold guess in his heart.

In the sparkle of fire, he grabbed Qi Hui's arm.

At the next moment, the two eyes turned black.

After a while of turning around, Qi Hui looked at the darkness in front of him with his fingers outstretched. He just wanted to ask what was going on. A gloomy cold came from behind, irritating his scalp.

Fireball!

Tang Cuo used magic in a hurry, and a small fireball with a big fist trembles behind him, illuminating a female ghost with a disheveled hair.

The female ghost was dressed in white, her complexion was pale, her eyes were crimson, and her lips were as red as blood. At first glance, she could scare people away.

The fireball hit her hand, and it was scattered by the pair of ghost claws like dead branches.

"Go!" Tang Cuo swiftly pushed Qi Hui, but he met the female ghost.

"Brother Tang!" Qi Hui didn't expect Tang Cuo to protect himself at the critical moment, but he was moved and frightened. He finally gritted his teeth and shot back.

"Bang!" The bullet penetrated the female ghost's body, causing no harm to her at all. Qi Hui snapped in his heart, and at this moment, he saw another figure passing by.

The man was pedaling against the wall, and he stood as light as a swallow, and his left hand flicked up, and the light of the stars spattered from his fingers, rushing towards the female ghost.

When the starlight touched the body of the female ghost, it immediately turned into flames. The female ghost screamed loudly and slapped wildly to extinguish the fire.

The coming man took the opportunity to grab Tang Cuo's wrist and took him quickly downstairs.

Qi Hui later realized that he had been left behind, and quickly caught up, "Wait for me!"

After a moment, the living room on the first floor.

Qi Hui shrank by the phone and still couldn't believe what he saw in front of him. "We are here in 1926? What the **** is going on? Isn't there still piano sound? Qin sound?"

The sound of the piano was gone, and there was only Tang Cuo and the smiling Jin Cheng as usual.

Jin Cheng is in a really good mood now. After watching the ghost for more than two hours, he finally sees the face of his little apprentice and thinks he is more handsome. At this time, he naturally couldn't see Qi Hui in his eyes, and even blocked Qi Hui and Tang Cuo, taking all of Tang Cuo's sight, and asked "how did you come here?"

Tang Cuo "There was an inference before that players can shuttle between different time and space. My time is two hours earlier than you, the piano sounds, and I come over."

The inference of time and space shuttle is derived from the time difference between the two. If this inference is true, then there must be something that can run through all time and space.

This thing must also be very special, and may even be the original source of all the visions in the mansion.

When the piano sounded at twelve o'clock and the space fluctuated, Tang Cuo thought of this for the first time. He didn't have time to distinguish carefully, and he pondered the time of "1926" boldly in his heart, and the result was a smooth ride.

Qi Hui was confused.

Jin Cheng knows, "So look at it like this, the death of Yu Mochizuki is the source. His ghost plays the piano in the piano room at 12 o'clock every night. Players can use his piano sound to shuttle through different time and space to unlock Mystery, escaped from the mansion."

Tang Cuo "The biggest question now is, who is in the attic?"

Jin Cheng "My intuition tells me that the clue should not be with us. In addition to Zhou Dahai, there are two players left, either trapped, unable to answer the phone, or intentionally cated."

Hearing this, Qi Hui finally couldn’t help interjecting, “My teammates won’t be like this, they’re not such people!”

Jin Cheng smiled and asked, "Who said it was your teammate? Are you sure?"

Qi Hui was stunned, and then he found that he had made a serious mistake. He always thought that the four of them followed Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo into the task wall, that is, all four came in.

But in the game hall at that time, were only four of them staring at Jin Cheng?

There are six copies in total, Jin Cheng, Tang Cuo and him and Zhou Dahai, who are the remaining two? If you haven't said anything for a long time, there is a high probability that you will be friends and foes. And the content they just called may have been heard, and the other party did not need to speak out to get a clue, maybe even found a way to clear customs.

More importantly, since they can come to Jin Cheng, so can others.

Thinking this way, Qi Hui's cold sweat came down on the spot.