Weird Regulator

When Ji Li and Li Guanqi walked side by side towards the door of the small room, Chen Hansheng, who was suffering from arm pain, breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Su Chenghe who was placed at the foot of the bed, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile:

"This may be a tower-suppressing ghost that has never appeared before. I think it will be extremely difficult.

You are sleeping peacefully. If I come to kill you, will I save you or not?"

After Chen Hansheng asked himself, his left arm that had just been treated started to feel pain again. He sighed silently and turned his head towards the window.

Through the small window pushed open by Ji Li, the sun was flooding in, and the sound of military bugles could be heard from time to time, which was very different from the world that was supposed to be filled with heavy rain.

Just as Chen Hansheng was about to look away, he suddenly saw that the bright glass suddenly became blurry for a moment.

But in an instant, he returned to normal, with only a cool breeze hitting his face.

Chen Hansheng frowned slightly, but this seemingly ordinary detail was engraved in his heart.

At the same time, Ji Li and Li Guanqi finally opened the door that had been closed by Ah Rong.

But the moment the door was opened, the sounds of eating and talking in the living room suddenly stopped, and everything fell silent.

The scene in front of them was definitely not what the two of them had expected.

Ji Li's hair was slightly blown open, and his pair of gray-black pupils reflected the cold-toned lightless chamber.

The original sound of the wind beside the ears stopped immediately, and instead there was the sound of the howling rainstorm hitting the window sill. The cold wind whined into the room, making the body tremble more and more.

The furnishings in the room have also returned to the modern world, with sofas, TVs, and some empty beer cans scattered on the floor.

Ji Li narrowed his eyes, calm on the surface but suspicious in his heart, and looked at Li Guanqi.

Li Guanqi also looked at him with blank eyes.

The two knew that this meant that with the opening of the door, they once again returned to the black and white mansion of the real world.

But why is this happening?

Originally, Ji Li thought that the ghost had pulled them back decades ago, in an attempt to relive those experiences and kill people or crack them.

But a door has become the key to the real world and the past world.

Step out of the small bedroom and enter the real world.

The TV was still on, and there was no program playing on the screen, only the rustling snowflakes.

Not only was it the only source of light in the room, it was also the only sound.

Ji Li slowly lowered his gaze to the sofa, where a very bloated middle-aged man was sitting slumped in front of the TV, tilting his head as if he was sleepy.

After observing carefully, he didn't see anything unusual.

It's just that the man's eyelids are not completely closed together, and the whites of his eyes are still exposed. There are heavy bags under his eyes and a long beard.

But he was definitely not dead, because Ji Li caught the two fingers of his right hand holding the corner of the sofa still tangled together.

This illustrates the scene of this very tired man who wants to sleep but is too preoccupied with his thoughts to fall asleep.

It is a two-bedroom house, not counting the small bedroom that represents the past world. There is only a tired man in the living room, but judging from the ajar door of the master bedroom, there seems to be someone inside.

Ji Li didn't understand more and more what the ghost wanted, but he felt that he had to find out the situation of the whole house.

So he took steps without thinking much, and at the same time looked at Li Guanqi and whispered:

"You stay in the living room and observe, while I go to the master bedroom."

Li Guanqi nodded and then cautiously moved closer to the tired man, gradually feeling suspicious.

Ji Li walked right in front of him, but the man didn't seem to notice it at all and didn't even move his eyelids.

As Li Guanqi approached, he still maintained his original posture, but it could be seen from the more intense entanglement between his index finger and middle finger.

He now seemed to be in a state of extreme anxiety and vigilance.

Noting this detail, Li Guanqi thought that maybe by uncovering why the tired man was so anxious, he could get the solution to the ghost.

"Sir, can you see me..."

After hesitating for a long time, Li Guanqi was less than two steps away from the man. At close range, he could feel the fear in the man's heart.

Because the legs hidden under the coffee table were clearly trembling.

Unfortunately, there was still no response to this sentence, and Li Guanqi didn't even see the man's eyes move under his eyelids.

It stands to reason that no matter how restrained you are, your subconscious will be revealed inadvertently.

His pressing steps and probing words can more or less reveal something.

But the outcome was obvious, the tired man couldn't see or hear him.

Li Guanqi stopped, stood there and looked at him quietly, then suddenly grabbed the beer can on the coffee table and threw it at the TV.

He could clearly hear the loud bang in the quiet room, but the tired man still didn't move at all.

But Li Guanqi caught the man's half-covered eyelids, and his eyes actually moved a few inches and looked in one direction.

He also slowly turned his head and looked in the same direction.

In the gap between the rather retro big-head TV and the wall, a dark red square corner appeared in his field of vision.

There were strange lines on it, and the original details seemed blurry, but Li Guanqi immediately knew what they were after taking a look.

This is a table, a large Eight Immortals table.

In a sudden glimpse, he saw Ah Rong in the past world eating at this table.

…

"Squeak..."

The door of the master bedroom was gently pushed open. Amidst the strange sound of lack of lubricating oil, Ji Li stepped into the master bedroom, which was not very spacious.

In that scene, his eyes became more confused.

On the bed here is a female corpse, but it is very strange.

The woman in a pink nightgown was sitting on the bedside, holding a book in her hand, as if she was preparing for sleep.

Although she was dead, her face was not very pale. On the contrary, she had a real sense of tiredness.

As he walked in, Ji Li saw blood stains on his feet exposed from the quilt.

The two feet were crossed together, the big toenail of the left foot penetrated the big toe of the right foot, and a bloody nail fragment fell on the sheets.

This shows that she is calm on the surface, but actually has the same struggle as the middle-aged man in her heart.

As Ji Li walked inside, he carefully observed the corpse. Weirdly, it was not the corpse, but the way of death.

Because there were no external injuries on the body, the toenails alone would not have caused death, and the death posture was very comfortable. It was impossible to be frightened to death, nor was it like a brutal attack before death.

So, how did she die...

After Ji Li took a closer look, he didn't get any more clues in the master bedroom, so the only remaining suspect was the body.

He took out the cigarette case from his arms and lit it for himself while thinking.

The middle-aged man who is still alive in the living room looks like he is preparing to fall asleep, but the details on his hands indicate that he is suffering from inner pain and cannot fall asleep;

The unknown female corpse in the master bedroom was dead. Her posture was also preparing for sleep, but the toenails that fell off due to struggle showed that she could not sleep either.

What these two have in common is that they are both trying to fall asleep but cannot.

The only difference is that one is dead and the other is still alive...

Ji Li blew out a smoke ring and stood at the door of the master bedroom looking at the middle-aged man quietly.

He knew in his heart that this man was about to follow in the footsteps of the female corpse, followed closely by these intruding store managers.

However, with this inefficient method of boiling people to death, how strong can the Tower-Suppressing Ghost be?

And, can people really be killed by insomnia?