Chapter 40 end
Wang Jingwen was wearing a simple and elegant patient uniform, sitting quietly in front of the window.Now, her mind is calm and peaceful, and this place feels safe and familiar to her, and it gives her peace of mind.She doesn't need to worry or be afraid of any threats when she stays here, and she doesn't need to think or doubt anything, she just needs to rest in peace and recuperate.
Dr. Nie walked to Wang Jingwen with some pills and a glass of warm water, and said softly, "Come on, Jingwen, take the medicine."
Wang Jingwen swallowed the medicine obediently.Dr. Nie smiled and said, "Well, you need to actively cooperate with the treatment in this way so that you can recover quickly."
Wang Jingwen smiled lightly. "Of course I will actively cooperate. I know what I need. I haven't forgotten what you said to me-the outside world is waiting for me, and there is a new world for me."
Xu Wen's story is over.The intense and exciting climax and unexpected ending at the end made everyone look at this ugly and timid middle-aged man with admiration. And there is one thing he did very well-the overall structure and plot setting of this story have nothing in common with Yu Chicheng's story. Sajia said to Xu Wen in an admiring tone: "I never expected that you, a male writer, could conceive a story that portrays women's psychology so delicately." Xu Wen nodded and said, "I'm overwhelmed." "It's really a good story." Xia Houshen said, "Then, let's start scoring." Beidou was about to get the paper and pen when he suddenly remembered that there was one person who was not here.He pointed to Yu Chicheng's room and asked, "Where is Mr. Yuchi, shall we call him?" After he said this, everyone seemed to remember it. Xia Houshen looked at his watch and said, "It's already half past ten, why has he stayed in the room for so long?" "Maybe he's already asleep," said White Whale. "Then shall we call him?" Beidou asked everyone's opinions. "Let's call him, otherwise, maybe he will feel that we don't respect his opinion at all." Ryoma said. "Then I'll call him." Beidou stood up from the chair. Ryoma said: "I'll go with you." Beidou nodded, and the two walked towards the second floor together. When he came to the door of Yuchicheng's room, Beidou knocked on the door and shouted, "Mr. Yuchi." no respond.Beidou knocked hard a few more times, but there was still no response.He turned to look at Ryoma next to him. "I'll try." Ryoma was almost banging on the door, he shouted loudly, "Mr. Yuchi, please open the door!" After banging on the door for a long time, there was still no sound from inside.Beidou began to feel something was wrong, he said anxiously: "Is something wrong with him?" At this time, everyone in the hall stood up, and Xia Houshen asked, "What's going on?" Long Ma said: "We beat the door hard and called him loudly, but there was no response from inside." Xia Houshen frowned, and said, "I'll come up and have a look." The others followed Xia Houshen up to the second floor. Xia Houshen pounded on the door with his big purple fist and roared loudly: "Yu Chicheng! Are you inside? Open the door!" After going on for a minute or two, Xia Houshen turned his head and looked at the people behind him anxiously: "Maybe something really happened to him!" Everyone showed panic expressions.Nan Tian noticed that Xu Wen's breathing became short and his body trembled unconsciously. "What to do, let's hit the door!" Beidou said. "Okay, let's knock the door open together!" Xia Houshen said to Beidou. The two men took a few steps back, and Xia Houshen yelled an order: "One, two..." When the count reached "three", he and Beidou slammed into the wooden door with all their strength, "Boom" With a bang, the door burst open.Xia Houshen and Beidou couldn't hold back their momentum, they staggered and rushed forward.Before he could stand still, he heard Qianqiu's heart-piercing screams from behind.They both raised their heads, took a closer look, and gasped in fright. On the fabric sofa facing the door, Yu Chicheng sat on it, with his head drooping to one side, and a sharp fruit knife stuck in his chest.He was covered in blood, staining the sofa and the floor red.At this moment, the blood had solidified, which proved that he had obviously died for a long time. Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.Sajia screamed and jumped towards Nantian, turning her face away.Nan Tian was also so shocked that his mind went blank. The calmest among them was Chris. He walked up to Yu Chicheng's corpse, observed it carefully for a while, then pinched the arms and thighs of the corpse, and said, "It seems that he has been dead for at least five or six hours. .” "How do you know?" Lake asked. Chris said: "His whole body has been frozen, the plaques have fused into large pieces, and his lips have begun to shrink - all signs indicate that he has been dead for more than six hours." Ryoma stepped forward to observe for a while, and said: "Chris is right, Yu Chicheng has indeed been dead for several hours." Qianqiu shuddered, and asked: "You...how do you understand so well?" "As a writer of reasoning and suspense, it is common sense to infer the time of death." Longma said. "Wait, you said he had been dead for five or six hours, but...how is this possible?" Sajia covered her mouth in horror. "What's wrong?" Goth asked beside her. "I remember... a little after seven o'clock, Beidou went to the door of Mr. Yuchi's room to call him. Didn't he tell Beidou at that time that he was a little unwell and didn't want to come down?" "That's right!" Xia Houshen said, "It was a few minutes after seven o'clock when the story was told, but now it is ten forty, just over three hours. And at ten past seven o'clock, Yu Chicheng spoke to Beidou, proving that He was still alive - even if he was killed, how could he have been dead for five or six hours?" Lake looked at Chris and Nan Tian and said, "Could you have made a mistake in your judgment?" "No, they are not wrong." Araki Zhou stood in front of the corpse at some point, he looked at the corpse and said, "If the death time is only more than three hours, it is impossible to have such a large area of corpse spots." Xia Houshen looked at Beidou: "Did you hear clearly? Did you really hear what he said to you?" With sweat on his forehead, Beidou said with a shocked expression: "I did hear that! He seemed to say that he was a little tired or a little uncomfortable, I can't remember...but I'm sure he talked to me!" The white whale stared at Beidou: "At that time, you were the only one who called him. Whether he had spoken to you or not, only you knew." As soon as the white whale said this, everyone looked at Beidou with suspicion. Beidou was completely flustered, and he defended in a panic: "Don't look at me like that, I really heard it... Besides, why am I lying? Isn't this intentional to make you doubt me?" "Perhaps you underestimated us and thought we couldn't tell when the dead body died?" Darkfire said. "When I was listening to the story, I was with you all the time, how could I go to the second floor to kill someone?" "Did you kill him in the afternoon?" White Whale approached him and said. "Could it be that you are the 'sponsor'?" Gott stared at Beidou. "No, no! I have nothing to do with him, why should I kill him?" Beidou shook his head, and slowly retreated to the wall. At this time, Ryoma suddenly asked: "Beidou, have you read my book "Escape from Evil Spirit Island"?" Beidou didn't know why Ryoma would ask such a question at this time, he stayed for a while, and replied: "Yes." "Then tell me, what kind of story does that book tell? What is the ending of the story? Also, what are the names of the male and female protagonists and the murderer in the book?" Lake asked Ryoma: "Why are you asking him this?" Ryoma made a "don't interrupt" gesture.Staring into Beidou's eyes: "Can you answer it?" Beidou collected himself and answered the few questions asked by Longma smoothly in five minutes. After hearing Beidou's answer, Ryoma exhaled and said, "He cannot be the murderer." "Why?" Lake and Qianqiu asked together. Ryoma said: "In my book "Escape from Evil Spirit Island", there is such a plot as to identify the time of death in detail. If Beidou is the 'sponsor', he has read my book, and it is impossible for him to think that I don't even know how to judge the death time of the corpse, that is to say, he wouldn't make such a low-level mistake." "Yes, yes! Ryoma is right. If I were the one who carefully planned this event, I wouldn't be so stupid and be caught by you so easily!" Beidou quickly agreed. "However, if you are telling the truth, how do you explain the current situation?" Moby Whale looked at Beidou, "You heard Yu Chicheng talk to you more than three hours ago, and his body shows that he has died. Been dead for five or six hours—is the corpse talking to you?" As soon as he said these words, the terrifying associations evoked caused several people present to shiver. "And there is another important question." Nan Tian said, "If Mr. Yuchi was alive more than three hours ago, who killed him? I remember that when Mr. Xu Wen was telling the story, the thirteen of us Nobody ever left their seats—nobody got a chance to kill." "Could it be... there is another person hiding in this big house?" Sajia's face was pale. "If this is the case, then this 'game' is too boring. I think this is not what the sponsor wants." Chris said. Dark Fire looked at the corpse and said, "By the way, where did the knife that killed Yu Chicheng come from?" "Obviously hidden in a secret place, this place is only known to the sponsor." Gott said. Nan Tian was silent for a long time, and said, "I think everyone has overlooked a question - why was Yuchi Cheng killed?" Everyone looked at him. Nan Tian said with a serious expression: "According to our previous analysis, if the mysterious organizer wanted to kill us, he would have done it when we were unconscious, and he wouldn't wait until now. But now that Yu Chicheng has been killed, I I think there is always some reason, otherwise, why did that person wait until this time to kill him?" "Then what do you think the reason is? Why..." Qianqiu hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was a shocking sound in the whole house. It was a chilling and terrifying sound coming from the four speakers on the top of the house. "Guys, I guess you've now found Yu Chicheng's body and wondered, right? You don't understand why he was killed? Then I'll tell you. Of course, I got him out. Why did I To do this, because he violated the rules of the game I set." Chris opened his mouth slightly and muttered to himself, "I see." The voice in the speaker continued: "I made the rules very clear from the beginning, I believe you have not forgotten, right? Let me tell you that 'the story behind must not have any similarity in concept or similarity in plot with the previous story': I also tell you that the winner of the final game will write a book of the 14 stories he heard and the event he experienced. That is to say, all your experiences now are actually part of my story content, and the story has already begun to unfold.” "Yu Chicheng's story is great. Even I am impressed by it. But he obviously ignores this problem. He thinks that he is the first story teller and can use all the subjects, but forgets that he is me A character in the story. The 'Blizzard Mountain Villa Mode' he used is indeed classic, but he made a fatal mistake - because in my story, you are just in the closed 'Blizzard Mountain Villa Mode'! So, very Unfortunately, in order to warn everyone behind, I can only act according to the rules. I hope you will not make such mistakes again, good night." The sound disappeared, and the 13 people standing in the corridor and the room froze there, dumbfounded and horrified. After a while, Xia Houshen let out a heavy breath and sighed: "Damn it, we should have thought of this earlier!" "It's too late to regret now, especially..." Beluga glanced at the corpse, "For Yu Chicheng." "Hey, have you found a problem?" Lake said in panic, "This guy... I mean, this organizer, he knows our every move, he even heard the story of Yu Chicheng!" "He was among us, have you forgotten?" Dark Fire reminded. "However, how did he record it? If it is said that the first time he talked to us was to play the recorded content, how should we explain this time? What he said to us just now can only be said in yesterday's video. It can only be recorded after the story is told!" "That's right, there is no recording equipment here, where did he record it?" Dark Fire said. "I think there is really another person in this house." Sajia tightened her body in fear. "No, since a fruit knife can emerge out of nowhere, it's not difficult to explain the recording equipment." Nan Tian said, "I guess, there is probably a dark room in this house." At this time, Xu Wen who was standing beside Nan Tian suddenly trembled like chaff, and he shouted out of control: "I knew something was going to happen! I had a premonition yesterday! Something will happen!" He hugged Nan Tian's arms and kept trembling: "I will be the next one, that person will not let me go, I know!" Nan Tian didn't know why he was so frightened, and comforted him: "Mr. Xu Wen, don't worry too much, the story you told tonight is not similar to the previous one, and the sponsor has no reason to kill you. " "No, no..." Xu Wen shook his head violently, "Look at that corpse..." Nan Tian was stunned. He and the others looked at Yu Chicheng's body, and then at Xu Wen. "His death is almost the same as the person in the story I told...!" This sentence hit Nan Tian like an oncoming truck, and he was stunned for a moment. By the way, in Xu Wen's story called "Ghost Shadows and Suspicious Clouds" just now, the male protagonist died in this way—sitting on the sofa, with a fruit knife stabbed in his chest! This time, even the usually calm Araki Zhou opened his mouth wide in shock: "If Yuchi Cheng was killed five or six hours ago, then this 'plot' obviously happened in the story Xu Wen told Before……" There was no trace of blood on Xu Wen's face, and his voice was filled with endless panic and fear: "Would the 'organizer' think that... this is also a similarity in plot? If he really thinks so If so, then I, then I..." Araki Zhou suddenly asked sharply: "Why did the plot of the story you told be exactly the same as Yu Chicheng's death!" "I don't know!" Xu Wen hugged his head in fear, and said sharply, "That's a story I thought up on the spur of the moment today, and no one knows the content of the story except me! I don't know why there is such a coincidence , His death method will be so similar to the plot I set! This is really... so terrible!" After saying this, he yelled loudly, the nerve that had been tense in his brain was finally broken, and under the pressure of great fear, he passed out and fell towards the wall. "Mr. Xu Wen!" Nan Tian stepped forward.While supporting Xu Wen, his whole body shuddered, as if the fear had infected him, making him shiver all over. Xia Houshen came over and put Xu Wen's arm on his shoulder: "Let's help him into the room first!" Nan Tian nodded, and together with Xia Houshen carried the unconscious Xu Wen towards his room.The rest of the people didn't want to stay in the room with the horrible corpse any longer, and retreated one after another.Longma and Beidou covered Yu Chicheng's body with the quilt on the bed.When leaving, Ryoma locked the door of the room and closed it up. Xia Houshen and Nan Tian carried Xu Wen to the bed in his own room, and they both exhaled together.Xia Houshen was about to leave, Nan Tian asked: "Is it appropriate for us to let him lie on the bed unconsciously?" Xia Houshen said: "He was just a little frightened, nothing serious. After lying down for a while, he will wake up." "I'm not worried that he's unconscious..." Nan Tian said hesitantly, "I'm worried that he's not safe." "Are you afraid that he will be the next victim?" said the white whale standing at the door. Nan Tian frowned: "Whether it's a coincidence or something, the story he told is 'similar' to what we encountered—so the possibility of him being killed is quite high." "Then what should we do? We can't keep guarding him, can we?" Lake said. Xia Houshen thought about it and said, "It's really dangerous to leave him here alone. Even if he violated the damned 'rules of the game', we can't let the murderer attack him—is this good? Let's take turns guarding him tonight." it's here." Goth frowned and said, "It's not that I disagree with this proposal, it's just... what if the person guarding here happens to be the murderer?" "Even so, he (she) didn't dare to do it, otherwise, wouldn't his (her) identity be exposed?" Xia Houshen said. Just when everyone was hesitating, a cold voice said: "Let me remind you one thing, don't easily position someone as a 'victim', maybe the person who looks the most innocent just happens to be the one who hides the deepest of it." Everyone turned their heads to look at Araki Zhou who was talking, and Qianqiu asked in surprise: "Do you think...he might be acting? But, if he is the organizer, how could he let the situation develop into a situation that is not good for him? " "I didn't say he was the organizer, I just reminded you not to make judgments easily based on appearances, so as to relax your vigilance against someone. In this case, it is tantamount to helping the real murderer." Araki Zhou paused, " There are still many doubts about Yu Chicheng's murder, and before we can figure it out, who is the sheep and who is the tiger—they are all uncertain." When Huang Muzhou said these words, Nan Tian, who was leaning on the head of the bed, inadvertently glanced at Xu Wen who was lying beside him, and found that his eyelids seemed to lift slightly.Nan Tian was taken aback. Could it be that he has woken up.But pretending to be asleep?Or is this just an unconscious act in a coma? Nan Tian stared at Xu Wen on the bed in astonishment, but found nothing wrong, and felt difficult to judge for a while. At this time Qianqiu asked: "Then what should we do?" "Actually, it's easy." Araki said, "The game still has to continue. Let's go downstairs first, score Xu Wen's story, and then come up to wake him up. After that, we can only remind him to be careful." Be careful and do it yourself.” Everyone had no objection and did as Araki Zhou said. Scoring, statistics, calculating the average score. The story told by Xu Wen finally got 8 or 7 points. But when everyone went to his room, woke him up, and told him the result, Xu Wen didn't respond at all.He just curled up on the bed, wrapped his body tightly in the quilt, shivering.Obviously, he worried about his own life far more than he cared about the score. At 11:30, the people who had tossed all night and experienced the first death felt anxious and exhausted physically and mentally, and went back to their rooms to rest. The third day here was relatively the most uneventful day.Perhaps everyone was still shrouded in the shadow of Yu Chicheng's death. The remaining 13 writers hardly talked or communicated throughout the day.Except for going downstairs to get something to eat, everyone stayed in their rooms most of the time.Fortunately, nothing bad happened.Even Xu Wen, who was considered to be the most dangerous person before, was safe and sound.But at dinner, he announced a decision to the crowd. "It's not that I don't respect the writers behind. It's just that I have enough fear and horror in my heart. It's just that it has kept me awake at night, so I'm really not in the mood to listen to any more horror stories. I'm sorry, I will tell stories at night in the future. I won't take part." After saying these words, Xu Wen took the food and walked towards his room without waiting for everyone to react. The 12 people in the hall looked at his back, speechless.After a while, Nan Tian said, "Forget it, let him do it. He really has more fear in his heart than us." "I think he's completely frightened now." Ryoma sighed, "I went to his room to talk to him in the morning to relieve his psychological pressure. Who knew that he would be frightened when he heard my knock on the door?" He called out. Before I had time to explain why I came, he told me to go quickly, and I had to leave." "Sooner or later he will scare himself out of illness." Sajia said worriedly. "Actually, before Yuchicheng died, he showed more panic and anxiety than us. He told me that he had a premonition that something would happen last night, but he didn't expect it to happen." Nan Tian sighed. "He had a premonition that someone would die a long time ago? Then why didn't he tell us?" Qianqiu looked at Xu Wen's door dissatisfied, "He didn't have a premonition now, so he hid alone?" "Do people really have the ability to predict danger?" Sajia said with a surprised expression, "I thought this kind of thing would only appear in the novels we created." Xia Houshen next to Sajia said disapprovingly: "Is this considered a strange thing? Then the story I'm going to tell you in a moment may be even more incredible to you." Chris said with interest, "Sounds like you're going to tell a true story?" Xia Houshen nodded and said: "That's true. The story I want to tell is based on the personal experience of a friend of mine. This incident can be said to be the most terrifying and weird thing that happened in real life that I have ever heard. thing." "Really? Then you can talk about it now." Beidou was aroused. Xia Houshen looked at his watch: "It's only 6:35, not even 7 o'clock." "It doesn't matter, it's okay to start a little earlier." Beidou said. Xia Houshen shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll strictly follow the game procedure." He turned around, picked up an apple, and took a bite. Beidou is impatient, but he has no choice but to be anxious. When it was close to seven o'clock, everyone sat around the circle of leather chairs again, this time there were only 12 people. Xia Houshen was indeed a calm person. He kept looking at his watch, and when the second hand pointed to exactly seven o'clock, he said: "I'm starting to tell. The name of the story is 'Riddled Dream'."
Xu Wen's story is over.The intense and exciting climax and unexpected ending at the end made everyone look at this ugly and timid middle-aged man with admiration. And there is one thing he did very well-the overall structure and plot setting of this story have nothing in common with Yu Chicheng's story. Sajia said to Xu Wen in an admiring tone: "I never expected that you, a male writer, could conceive a story that portrays women's psychology so delicately." Xu Wen nodded and said, "I'm overwhelmed." "It's really a good story." Xia Houshen said, "Then, let's start scoring." Beidou was about to get the paper and pen when he suddenly remembered that there was one person who was not here.He pointed to Yu Chicheng's room and asked, "Where is Mr. Yuchi, shall we call him?" After he said this, everyone seemed to remember it. Xia Houshen looked at his watch and said, "It's already half past ten, why has he stayed in the room for so long?" "Maybe he's already asleep," said White Whale. "Then shall we call him?" Beidou asked everyone's opinions. "Let's call him, otherwise, maybe he will feel that we don't respect his opinion at all." Ryoma said. "Then I'll call him." Beidou stood up from the chair. Ryoma said: "I'll go with you." Beidou nodded, and the two walked towards the second floor together. When he came to the door of Yuchicheng's room, Beidou knocked on the door and shouted, "Mr. Yuchi." no respond.Beidou knocked hard a few more times, but there was still no response.He turned to look at Ryoma next to him. "I'll try." Ryoma was almost banging on the door, he shouted loudly, "Mr. Yuchi, please open the door!" After banging on the door for a long time, there was still no sound from inside.Beidou began to feel something was wrong, he said anxiously: "Is something wrong with him?" At this time, everyone in the hall stood up, and Xia Houshen asked, "What's going on?" Long Ma said: "We beat the door hard and called him loudly, but there was no response from inside." Xia Houshen frowned, and said, "I'll come up and have a look." The others followed Xia Houshen up to the second floor. Xia Houshen pounded on the door with his big purple fist and roared loudly: "Yu Chicheng! Are you inside? Open the door!" After going on for a minute or two, Xia Houshen turned his head and looked at the people behind him anxiously: "Maybe something really happened to him!" Everyone showed panic expressions.Nan Tian noticed that Xu Wen's breathing became short and his body trembled unconsciously. "What to do, let's hit the door!" Beidou said. "Okay, let's knock the door open together!" Xia Houshen said to Beidou. The two men took a few steps back, and Xia Houshen yelled an order: "One, two..." When the count reached "three", he and Beidou slammed into the wooden door with all their strength, "Boom" With a bang, the door burst open.Xia Houshen and Beidou couldn't hold back their momentum, they staggered and rushed forward.Before he could stand still, he heard Qianqiu's heart-piercing screams from behind.They both raised their heads, took a closer look, and gasped in fright. On the fabric sofa facing the door, Yu Chicheng sat on it, with his head drooping to one side, and a sharp fruit knife stuck in his chest.He was covered in blood, staining the sofa and the floor red.At this moment, the blood had solidified, which proved that he had obviously died for a long time. Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned.Sajia screamed and jumped towards Nantian, turning her face away.Nan Tian was also so shocked that his mind went blank. The calmest among them was Chris. He walked up to Yu Chicheng's corpse, observed it carefully for a while, then pinched the arms and thighs of the corpse, and said, "It seems that he has been dead for at least five or six hours. .” "How do you know?" Lake asked. Chris said: "His whole body has been frozen, the plaques have fused into large pieces, and his lips have begun to shrink - all signs indicate that he has been dead for more than six hours." Ryoma stepped forward to observe for a while, and said: "Chris is right, Yu Chicheng has indeed been dead for several hours." Qianqiu shuddered, and asked: "You...how do you understand so well?" "As a writer of reasoning and suspense, it is common sense to infer the time of death." Longma said. "Wait, you said he had been dead for five or six hours, but...how is this possible?" Sajia covered her mouth in horror. "What's wrong?" Goth asked beside her. "I remember... a little after seven o'clock, Beidou went to the door of Mr. Yuchi's room to call him. Didn't he tell Beidou at that time that he was a little unwell and didn't want to come down?" "That's right!" Xia Houshen said, "It was a few minutes after seven o'clock when the story was told, but now it is ten forty, just over three hours. And at ten past seven o'clock, Yu Chicheng spoke to Beidou, proving that He was still alive - even if he was killed, how could he have been dead for five or six hours?" Lake looked at Chris and Nan Tian and said, "Could you have made a mistake in your judgment?" "No, they are not wrong." Araki Zhou stood in front of the corpse at some point, he looked at the corpse and said, "If the death time is only more than three hours, it is impossible to have such a large area of corpse spots." Xia Houshen looked at Beidou: "Did you hear clearly? Did you really hear what he said to you?" With sweat on his forehead, Beidou said with a shocked expression: "I did hear that! He seemed to say that he was a little tired or a little uncomfortable, I can't remember...but I'm sure he talked to me!" The white whale stared at Beidou: "At that time, you were the only one who called him. Whether he had spoken to you or not, only you knew." As soon as the white whale said this, everyone looked at Beidou with suspicion. Beidou was completely flustered, and he defended in a panic: "Don't look at me like that, I really heard it... Besides, why am I lying? Isn't this intentional to make you doubt me?" "Perhaps you underestimated us and thought we couldn't tell when the dead body died?" Darkfire said. "When I was listening to the story, I was with you all the time, how could I go to the second floor to kill someone?" "Did you kill him in the afternoon?" White Whale approached him and said. "Could it be that you are the 'sponsor'?" Gott stared at Beidou. "No, no! I have nothing to do with him, why should I kill him?" Beidou shook his head, and slowly retreated to the wall. At this time, Ryoma suddenly asked: "Beidou, have you read my book "Escape from Evil Spirit Island"?" Beidou didn't know why Ryoma would ask such a question at this time, he stayed for a while, and replied: "Yes." "Then tell me, what kind of story does that book tell? What is the ending of the story? Also, what are the names of the male and female protagonists and the murderer in the book?" Lake asked Ryoma: "Why are you asking him this?" Ryoma made a "don't interrupt" gesture.Staring into Beidou's eyes: "Can you answer it?" Beidou collected himself and answered the few questions asked by Longma smoothly in five minutes. After hearing Beidou's answer, Ryoma exhaled and said, "He cannot be the murderer." "Why?" Lake and Qianqiu asked together. Ryoma said: "In my book "Escape from Evil Spirit Island", there is such a plot as to identify the time of death in detail. If Beidou is the 'sponsor', he has read my book, and it is impossible for him to think that I don't even know how to judge the death time of the corpse, that is to say, he wouldn't make such a low-level mistake." "Yes, yes! Ryoma is right. If I were the one who carefully planned this event, I wouldn't be so stupid and be caught by you so easily!" Beidou quickly agreed. "However, if you are telling the truth, how do you explain the current situation?" Moby Whale looked at Beidou, "You heard Yu Chicheng talk to you more than three hours ago, and his body shows that he has died. Been dead for five or six hours—is the corpse talking to you?" As soon as he said these words, the terrifying associations evoked caused several people present to shiver. "And there is another important question." Nan Tian said, "If Mr. Yuchi was alive more than three hours ago, who killed him? I remember that when Mr. Xu Wen was telling the story, the thirteen of us Nobody ever left their seats—nobody got a chance to kill." "Could it be... there is another person hiding in this big house?" Sajia's face was pale. "If this is the case, then this 'game' is too boring. I think this is not what the sponsor wants." Chris said. Dark Fire looked at the corpse and said, "By the way, where did the knife that killed Yu Chicheng come from?" "Obviously hidden in a secret place, this place is only known to the sponsor." Gott said. Nan Tian was silent for a long time, and said, "I think everyone has overlooked a question - why was Yuchi Cheng killed?" Everyone looked at him. Nan Tian said with a serious expression: "According to our previous analysis, if the mysterious organizer wanted to kill us, he would have done it when we were unconscious, and he wouldn't wait until now. But now that Yu Chicheng has been killed, I I think there is always some reason, otherwise, why did that person wait until this time to kill him?" "Then what do you think the reason is? Why..." Qianqiu hadn't finished speaking when suddenly there was a shocking sound in the whole house. It was a chilling and terrifying sound coming from the four speakers on the top of the house. "Guys, I guess you've now found Yu Chicheng's body and wondered, right? You don't understand why he was killed? Then I'll tell you. Of course, I got him out. Why did I To do this, because he violated the rules of the game I set." Chris opened his mouth slightly and muttered to himself, "I see." The voice in the speaker continued: "I made the rules very clear from the beginning, I believe you have not forgotten, right? Let me tell you that 'the story behind must not have any similarity in concept or similarity in plot with the previous story': I also tell you that the winner of the final game will write a book of the 14 stories he heard and the event he experienced. That is to say, all your experiences now are actually part of my story content, and the story has already begun to unfold.” "Yu Chicheng's story is great. Even I am impressed by it. But he obviously ignores this problem. He thinks that he is the first story teller and can use all the subjects, but forgets that he is me A character in the story. The 'Blizzard Mountain Villa Mode' he used is indeed classic, but he made a fatal mistake - because in my story, you are just in the closed 'Blizzard Mountain Villa Mode'! So, very Unfortunately, in order to warn everyone behind, I can only act according to the rules. I hope you will not make such mistakes again, good night." The sound disappeared, and the 13 people standing in the corridor and the room froze there, dumbfounded and horrified. After a while, Xia Houshen let out a heavy breath and sighed: "Damn it, we should have thought of this earlier!" "It's too late to regret now, especially..." Beluga glanced at the corpse, "For Yu Chicheng." "Hey, have you found a problem?" Lake said in panic, "This guy... I mean, this organizer, he knows our every move, he even heard the story of Yu Chicheng!" "He was among us, have you forgotten?" Dark Fire reminded. "However, how did he record it? If it is said that the first time he talked to us was to play the recorded content, how should we explain this time? What he said to us just now can only be said in yesterday's video. It can only be recorded after the story is told!" "That's right, there is no recording equipment here, where did he record it?" Dark Fire said. "I think there is really another person in this house." Sajia tightened her body in fear. "No, since a fruit knife can emerge out of nowhere, it's not difficult to explain the recording equipment." Nan Tian said, "I guess, there is probably a dark room in this house." At this time, Xu Wen who was standing beside Nan Tian suddenly trembled like chaff, and he shouted out of control: "I knew something was going to happen! I had a premonition yesterday! Something will happen!" He hugged Nan Tian's arms and kept trembling: "I will be the next one, that person will not let me go, I know!" Nan Tian didn't know why he was so frightened, and comforted him: "Mr. Xu Wen, don't worry too much, the story you told tonight is not similar to the previous one, and the sponsor has no reason to kill you. " "No, no..." Xu Wen shook his head violently, "Look at that corpse..." Nan Tian was stunned. He and the others looked at Yu Chicheng's body, and then at Xu Wen. "His death is almost the same as the person in the story I told...!" This sentence hit Nan Tian like an oncoming truck, and he was stunned for a moment. By the way, in Xu Wen's story called "Ghost Shadows and Suspicious Clouds" just now, the male protagonist died in this way—sitting on the sofa, with a fruit knife stabbed in his chest! This time, even the usually calm Araki Zhou opened his mouth wide in shock: "If Yuchi Cheng was killed five or six hours ago, then this 'plot' obviously happened in the story Xu Wen told Before……" There was no trace of blood on Xu Wen's face, and his voice was filled with endless panic and fear: "Would the 'organizer' think that... this is also a similarity in plot? If he really thinks so If so, then I, then I..." Araki Zhou suddenly asked sharply: "Why did the plot of the story you told be exactly the same as Yu Chicheng's death!" "I don't know!" Xu Wen hugged his head in fear, and said sharply, "That's a story I thought up on the spur of the moment today, and no one knows the content of the story except me! I don't know why there is such a coincidence , His death method will be so similar to the plot I set! This is really... so terrible!" After saying this, he yelled loudly, the nerve that had been tense in his brain was finally broken, and under the pressure of great fear, he passed out and fell towards the wall. "Mr. Xu Wen!" Nan Tian stepped forward.While supporting Xu Wen, his whole body shuddered, as if the fear had infected him, making him shiver all over. Xia Houshen came over and put Xu Wen's arm on his shoulder: "Let's help him into the room first!" Nan Tian nodded, and together with Xia Houshen carried the unconscious Xu Wen towards his room.The rest of the people didn't want to stay in the room with the horrible corpse any longer, and retreated one after another.Longma and Beidou covered Yu Chicheng's body with the quilt on the bed.When leaving, Ryoma locked the door of the room and closed it up. Xia Houshen and Nan Tian carried Xu Wen to the bed in his own room, and they both exhaled together.Xia Houshen was about to leave, Nan Tian asked: "Is it appropriate for us to let him lie on the bed unconsciously?" Xia Houshen said: "He was just a little frightened, nothing serious. After lying down for a while, he will wake up." "I'm not worried that he's unconscious..." Nan Tian said hesitantly, "I'm worried that he's not safe." "Are you afraid that he will be the next victim?" said the white whale standing at the door. Nan Tian frowned: "Whether it's a coincidence or something, the story he told is 'similar' to what we encountered—so the possibility of him being killed is quite high." "Then what should we do? We can't keep guarding him, can we?" Lake said. Xia Houshen thought about it and said, "It's really dangerous to leave him here alone. Even if he violated the damned 'rules of the game', we can't let the murderer attack him—is this good? Let's take turns guarding him tonight." it's here." Goth frowned and said, "It's not that I disagree with this proposal, it's just... what if the person guarding here happens to be the murderer?" "Even so, he (she) didn't dare to do it, otherwise, wouldn't his (her) identity be exposed?" Xia Houshen said. Just when everyone was hesitating, a cold voice said: "Let me remind you one thing, don't easily position someone as a 'victim', maybe the person who looks the most innocent just happens to be the one who hides the deepest of it." Everyone turned their heads to look at Araki Zhou who was talking, and Qianqiu asked in surprise: "Do you think...he might be acting? But, if he is the organizer, how could he let the situation develop into a situation that is not good for him? " "I didn't say he was the organizer, I just reminded you not to make judgments easily based on appearances, so as to relax your vigilance against someone. In this case, it is tantamount to helping the real murderer." Araki Zhou paused, " There are still many doubts about Yu Chicheng's murder, and before we can figure it out, who is the sheep and who is the tiger—they are all uncertain." When Huang Muzhou said these words, Nan Tian, who was leaning on the head of the bed, inadvertently glanced at Xu Wen who was lying beside him, and found that his eyelids seemed to lift slightly.Nan Tian was taken aback. Could it be that he has woken up.But pretending to be asleep?Or is this just an unconscious act in a coma? Nan Tian stared at Xu Wen on the bed in astonishment, but found nothing wrong, and felt difficult to judge for a while. At this time Qianqiu asked: "Then what should we do?" "Actually, it's easy." Araki said, "The game still has to continue. Let's go downstairs first, score Xu Wen's story, and then come up to wake him up. After that, we can only remind him to be careful." Be careful and do it yourself.” Everyone had no objection and did as Araki Zhou said. Scoring, statistics, calculating the average score. The story told by Xu Wen finally got 8 or 7 points. But when everyone went to his room, woke him up, and told him the result, Xu Wen didn't respond at all.He just curled up on the bed, wrapped his body tightly in the quilt, shivering.Obviously, he worried about his own life far more than he cared about the score. At 11:30, the people who had tossed all night and experienced the first death felt anxious and exhausted physically and mentally, and went back to their rooms to rest. The third day here was relatively the most uneventful day.Perhaps everyone was still shrouded in the shadow of Yu Chicheng's death. The remaining 13 writers hardly talked or communicated throughout the day.Except for going downstairs to get something to eat, everyone stayed in their rooms most of the time.Fortunately, nothing bad happened.Even Xu Wen, who was considered to be the most dangerous person before, was safe and sound.But at dinner, he announced a decision to the crowd. "It's not that I don't respect the writers behind. It's just that I have enough fear and horror in my heart. It's just that it has kept me awake at night, so I'm really not in the mood to listen to any more horror stories. I'm sorry, I will tell stories at night in the future. I won't take part." After saying these words, Xu Wen took the food and walked towards his room without waiting for everyone to react. The 12 people in the hall looked at his back, speechless.After a while, Nan Tian said, "Forget it, let him do it. He really has more fear in his heart than us." "I think he's completely frightened now." Ryoma sighed, "I went to his room to talk to him in the morning to relieve his psychological pressure. Who knew that he would be frightened when he heard my knock on the door?" He called out. Before I had time to explain why I came, he told me to go quickly, and I had to leave." "Sooner or later he will scare himself out of illness." Sajia said worriedly. "Actually, before Yuchicheng died, he showed more panic and anxiety than us. He told me that he had a premonition that something would happen last night, but he didn't expect it to happen." Nan Tian sighed. "He had a premonition that someone would die a long time ago? Then why didn't he tell us?" Qianqiu looked at Xu Wen's door dissatisfied, "He didn't have a premonition now, so he hid alone?" "Do people really have the ability to predict danger?" Sajia said with a surprised expression, "I thought this kind of thing would only appear in the novels we created." Xia Houshen next to Sajia said disapprovingly: "Is this considered a strange thing? Then the story I'm going to tell you in a moment may be even more incredible to you." Chris said with interest, "Sounds like you're going to tell a true story?" Xia Houshen nodded and said: "That's true. The story I want to tell is based on the personal experience of a friend of mine. This incident can be said to be the most terrifying and weird thing that happened in real life that I have ever heard. thing." "Really? Then you can talk about it now." Beidou was aroused. Xia Houshen looked at his watch: "It's only 6:35, not even 7 o'clock." "It doesn't matter, it's okay to start a little earlier." Beidou said. Xia Houshen shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll strictly follow the game procedure." He turned around, picked up an apple, and took a bite. Beidou is impatient, but he has no choice but to be anxious. When it was close to seven o'clock, everyone sat around the circle of leather chairs again, this time there were only 12 people. Xia Houshen was indeed a calm person. He kept looking at his watch, and when the second hand pointed to exactly seven o'clock, he said: "I'm starting to tell. The name of the story is 'Riddled Dream'."