Weird Regulator

How much of the noise ringing in my ears is true and how much is false.

Tongguan's pupils reflected the long flame dragon that was constantly chasing him.

When the situation deteriorated to an unexpected level, his heart became peaceful at the bottom of the valley.

For some reason, the figure with long hair and black clothes appeared in Tongguan's mind.

Tongguan and he were just temporary travelers, but they were not the same people after all.

But I have to admit that many times that person's approach will make things much easier.

Tongguan raised his hand and gently took off the headset and put it back in his pocket.

Jin Xi's voice disappeared.

He took a deep look at the struggling shadow in the corner, turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Hong Fu's figure also disappeared.

Tongguan ignored everyone and all voices and sprinted towards the only goal of his action.

When you can't tell the difference between true and false, abandoning it is the best choice.

At least by doing this, he would never make a mistake.

…

Tongguan's back is getting farther and farther away, and the flame is getting closer and closer.

"Hong Fu's" originally painful face became completely cold and devoid of any humanity.

He stood up quietly without making any sound.

The fingers hanging on the side of his pants shook slightly twice, and a drop of black ink fell to the ground.

This voice was inconspicuous under the cover of the increasingly arrogant fire.

But when the drop of ink hit the ground, it began to surge rapidly, just like the original three-color oil paint expanded and condensed.

Almost in the blink of an eye, another man who was half a head taller than him gathered around "Hong Fu".

"Hong Fu" turned his head to look at the man and nodded with satisfaction.

The other man moved his stiff head and hit the wall straight away.

But he didn't feel the slightest obstruction, and he disappeared into the seventh exhibition hall.

…

The fire in the eighth exhibition hall was even bigger than that in the seventh exhibition hall.

The billowing smoke and raging fire made Jin Xizhui's steps messy and his body in a mess.

She had just entered the hotel not long ago, and she was not good at sports.

Just running at this moment has cost her half her life.

However, Jin Xi's eyes were still full of hope, because her mission was nearly completed and she was less than a hundred meters away from escaping the eighth exhibition hall.

There was just one thing that always bothered her.

Ever since the three of them separated, there has been no sound in her headset until now.

Not only were Tongguan and Hongfu silent, but Fang Shenyan, Feng Jiafu, Chen Wen, Ding Wangshu and others also completely disappeared.

Jin Xi knew that this situation was an ominous signal, but she still had too little execution experience to distinguish the source of the strangeness.

There are only two things that can be done. First, escape from the eighth exhibition hall immediately, and then continue to make contact.

Jin Xi had already called Tongguan and Hongfu countless times during her escape, but there was no response until she was about to leave the eighth exhibition hall.

"The thing came from me..."

Jin Xi had the same feeling as Tongguan before, that is, being abandoned by the world.

The world is only an objective existence, so the only one who is abandoned is actually oneself.

Jin Xi no longer hopes to contact other people, but only hopes to leave the eighth exhibition hall that is obviously haunted.

The more people expect something, the less likely it will happen.

The more people fear something, the more it will come.

Jin Xi was only two rooms away from the exit, and she had already seen the exit from a distance.

But her peripheral vision glanced behind her, where a tall figure slowly walked out of the corner.

The man appeared too suddenly and grabbed her wrist extremely quickly.

Jin Xi was staggered by this sudden force, her steps were unsteady and she fell down.

She looked at the man in horror until he walked out of the shadows completely, revealing a face with sharp edges and righteousness.

"Tong..."

…

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, perhaps no one would have thought of it.

The progress of the ninth exhibition hall far exceeds that of the seventh and eighth exhibition halls.

The black smoke was burning to the extreme in other rooms, and the destruction was sweeping across the entire ninth exhibition hall.

Hong Fu was already in the exit room at this moment, and the exit door stood behind him.

No one knows how he did it, but his speed is much faster than Tongguan and Jin Xi.

But even so, Hong Fu did not choose to leave this place of right and wrong.

He was holding his chin up and studying the painting in front of him with a critical eye.

This painting is of a very realistic style, and both the oil paint and techniques are impeccable.

The night scenes of the streets in the paintings are also particularly realistic, giving people a sense of familiarity when looking at them.

Hongfu spent time observing it not to appreciate and evaluate it, but he always felt that the painting was different.

When he first came, he deliberately took off the outer glass cover so that the fire could devour it as quickly as possible.

He even reached out his hand and stuck a drop of oil paint on it.

But when he came back to the painting this time, he couldn't find where the place he had touched was?

Hong Fu's memory isn't very good, but it's not bad either.

It only took 20 minutes to come here twice, and he clearly remembered that he touched the road in the painting.

But now there are no traces of erasure on it.

"According to Teacher Fang, the ghost in the painting studio should be "Stephanie's Smile".

So where does the weirdness of this painting come from? "

If this problem had not been discovered, the strangeness of the painting gallery would not have been explained.

But when Hongfu realized this, he already got his answer.

He patted his thigh and finally understood what was wrong with the painting gallery.

After guessing this, he no longer hesitated, turned around and left the ninth exhibition hall.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure half a head taller than him, looking down at him.

The two of them were extremely close, and the person's extremely real breathing sound was very close to his ears.

"Brother Tong?"

"Fuck!"

Two words, two sentences said one after another, but they revealed completely opposite emotions.

When Hong Fu saw Tongguan's face suddenly appear a second ago, he was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.

But the next second, he suddenly realized that Tongguan could not appear behind him, and something was not going well, so he cursed again.

Not only that, after Hong Fu finished cursing, he rolled on the spot and slipped through the gap between Tongguan's legs.

However, his actions had no effect. As soon as he climbed up the door, another hand grabbed the back collar.

…

"Brother Tong, where are you going?"

"Why don't you come and save me?"

"You can't escape."

Tongguan was still running wildly, but no matter what, he couldn't leave the room where Hong Fu was.

Over and over again, Hong Fu's voice is in my ears like flies, unable to escape, which is disturbing.

Tongguan finally stopped running this time. The rooms connected from front to back were like a runway running end to end, and he could never get out.

Not only that, he also found that the fire behind him had no tendency to get any closer.

It was as if he was trapped in a relatively still room.

Apart from him, there is only "Hongfu" left.

"You want to save me, but if you don't take me with you, how can you get out, Brother Tong?"

Tongguan was already annoyed enough, but "Hong Fu" was even more annoyed with his smile. He frowned and looked at it.

"You are not "Stephanie's Smile". There are two ghosts in the painting gallery.

Fang Shenyan, I don’t believe you don’t know! "

Tongguan is really anxious. Every second he is trapped here, the store clerks outside may be in danger.

Especially now that he has huge doubts about Fang Shenyan's identity.

So Tongguan abandoned his indecision this time and raised his left hand without hesitation, pointing to "Hongfu" in the corner.