Chapter 42 Pen Immortal

Four in the morning.

Inside the house was quiet, and the sound of rain was still pouring outside, hitting the windows and eaves, crackling and clattering.

Lu Yingjiu was sound asleep.

His sleep - has not been very good, efficient sleep time is not long. Most of the time, in the long night, he was half awake, and would wake up at the slightest movement.

That's why he always took the opportunity to catch up on sleep during the day.

It is rare for him to sleep well now.

But Jingxian did not.

Ghosts don't need sleep, sleep is forcibly passed the time.

Jingxian slept before to maintain his false identity as "human" in front of Lu Yingjiu. Now that it has been exposed, there is no meaning of disguise.

He woke up after three or four hours of sleep, and now there was nothing outside except the sound of rain and wind.

Everyone fell asleep, the whole world seemed to stand still and nothing would happen.

It's like pressing the pause button for a story, all the actors temporarily exit the stage, the red curtain is slowly-drawn, the velvety folds cover it-everything, you have to sit in the auditorium for a few hours before the good show will come again. opening.

Jingxian lay on the bed thinking that human beings will always waste a lot of time, which is really inefficient.

Obviously, their lifespan is limited. Unlike priests who have the capital to squander their lives, they are still hampered by chores.

Waste time to relax, or you will lose your hair when you are stressed, waste time to sleep, or your mind will collapse, unlike ghosts who can go on for hundreds of years, doing drudgery, just for a good reincarnation.

There is no day and night in the ghost world, the rhythm is fast, life and death are happening all the time, and the noisy drama will never stop. He sat in the highest position, watching the countless disputes with cold eyes, and there was not much fluctuation in his heart.

but……

He turned his head to look at Lu Yingjiu.

It was pitch dark inside, but darkness never got in the way of him.

He could see Lu Yingjiu's fair face, the eyelashes had very shallow shadows on his face, and occasionally he would tremble slightly—even his heartbeat seemed to tremble—down.

... If it is this slow pace, then he is willing.

I don't know if he has a physical body or not, all kinds of fresh and unprecedented emotions burst out when facing Lu Yingjiu.

Whether it’s boredom at night, joy when getting along, wandering around in the slaughterhouse, or carefully descending the steps in the rainy mountains… Even the loud noises in the restaurant, the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and the muddy water The feeling of being wet and sticking between the trouser legs is a new experience.

He felt that he was experiencing a little bit of what it means to be "alive".

But that—everything, it wasn't fun to count Lu Yingjiu's eyelashes tonight.

Jingxian really had nothing to do in these ten minutes, and he had already counted Lu Yingjiu's eyelashes several times - this activity was very effective in relieving his boredom, and he even felt that he could count it again.

- one, two, three, four...

Counting and counting, until Jingxian forgot to count, he thought about the big diamond ring again.

——In fact, he has been researching the gift for a long time, and he has planned it since before seeing Lu Yingjiu.

Before they met, the planning was black and white.

Impermanence met Lu Yingjiu several times when they were walking in the night of Baigui.

The first time saw, Lu Yingjiu stepped on -the head of the little ghost, the circle was high, and his exquisite and beautiful face had no expression on his face, and he took out a man handkerchief slowly and wiped the blood on his hands.

The second time, Lu Yingjiu took the hair balls and walked slowly down the long street, the evening wind was blowing, like an ordinary person walking the dog in the cool wind... Except for the hair balls in his mouth—Only fresh ghost hands.

For the third time, Lu Yingjiu was finally tired and sat in a bench to rest. If he gave him tea to send water, it was not the millennium monster he had just captured, and the scene was relatively peaceful.

The impermanence looked at his eyes and looked at —

This person is too dangerous, how do you think, how to worry about their ghost king will be violent!

It is worthy of being a ghost king, even the object is so unique!

In order to save the ghost king who might be violent, Black Wuxue spit his tongue, and highly suggested that people in the Yangjian still like to step by step, not to mention, they are still one person and a ghost ... so they must be cautious to give gifts.

This is the problem of ghosts.

Not only did you want to want to think about it, he also ordered the ghosts to help him think. —— The monster monsters rack their brains, and they did not ponder the aesthetics of the people.

Little Ghost A: "Send your head, the bloody head is the best, you can kick as a ball."

Little Ghost B: "I think sending — bag eyes bead must be very male charm."

Little Ghost C: "Sending dentures? Can it be used all the time, how romantic."

Gong Xian: "..."

Even if he thought about it with hair, he knew something wrong.

Right now, turning over and over in the hotel's bed, leisure is still struggling with this question, thinking about how to inquire about Lu Yingjiu's tone.

The sound of the rain was louder, and the wind banged the window.

Lu Yingjiu was still asleep, and he didn't know that he had been leisurely to think about so many things. He sponsored his gift list for a long -string, from rose to marshmallow, from diamond ring to skulls.

Until the clock in the room pointed silently at six o'clock.

"咚!"

The knock came from the door, breaking the peace of the rainy night. The eyelashes of Lu Yingjiu shake — he turned over.

"咚!"

A few more times.

Lu Yingjiu woke up, and his eyes closed and vaguely said, "Take leisure, go to open a door."

This is tiring, and he is looking for spiders again. He is too lazy to open his eyes. He also knows that he must be sober than himself than himself.

I didn't expect to say, "Don't."

Lu Yingjiu:?

Gong Xian: "I wait for you to get up and then open, I won't let other men see what you sleep!"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He was embarrassed to tell Jingxian that many people had seen his sleeping face, from high school roommates to colleagues in the ghost exorcism world, so there was no need to take such precautions.

He was really helpless, sat up groggyly, yawned and put on his slippers.

Jingxian then went over and opened the door.

It turned out to be red clothes outside, and there was a very thin man beside him, wearing a pair of gold glasses.

The red clothes were full of guilt: "I'm sorry, sorry to bother you, right?"

Jingxian was really displeased with their interruption, so he suppressed his temper and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

Lu Yingjiu swayed slowly to his side, and turned on the light.

- It was too bright all of a sudden, and the two of them squinted.

"It's like this," Hong Yi pointed to the golden glasses, "He's my friend, and he came to the live broadcast. He also encountered something, so I thought about coming to you to ask."

The attitude of the gold wire glasses is quite good, and the mouth keeps talking about disturbing.

Lu Yingjiu—holding the door frame with his hand, said, "What happened, let's hear it."

His tone was sleepy, and his head was actually awake, but he didn't show it in time in action.

Jing Xian stood side by side with him, reaching out to hug his shoulders, so that he could lean against him in his arms. In the end, it was stopped by Lu Yingjiu's look - probably meaning there is someone here, don't mess around.

The shoulders are really too obvious.

So Jing Xian's hand changed course and wrapped his arms around his waist, unable to see that he was blocked by the door frame.

Lu Yingjiu was too sleepy to bother with him, so he glared at him and it was over. The tenacious touch of his subordinates is very good, Jingxian is satisfied, and even has a little more patience with the two people in front of him.

I don't know why the gold-rimmed glasses, the man who opened the door for him had a sullen look in his eyes just now, but now he has suddenly softened a lot.

But it's a good thing after all, he secretly relieved and continued: "I have a friend who has been unable to contact him since yesterday afternoon. I called him more than a dozen times, went to his room to check, and he didn't find any. people."

Lu Yingjiu asked, "Did you go out? There are many places where the signal is not good."

"No, it's not," the man said. "Before he disappeared, he told me that he was going to play Pen Fairy—that's the kind of thing that livestreamers like to watch. I'm a little doubtful that Pen Fairy has something to do with his disappearance. , I just watched his live replay, can I watch it for you too?"

He added: "Oh yes, you can call me Aaron, my friend is called Zhao Ziming."

Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly.

Aaron - looks like a layman, presumably a friend too.

Although recruiting spirits in the daytime has a high probability of failure, but this kind of thing has happened in sanatoriums, this Zhao Ziming is purely for death.

He said, "You should know that something happened on the mountain, right?"

"I know I know." Aaron nodded again and again, "But what is more embarrassing is that Zhao Ziming is a contracted spiritual anchor, and his monthly live broadcast time is regulated. The mudslide is trapped here, so I have to toss something by myself, otherwise I will deduct the money. He said that he had played Pen Fairy several times before, and nothing happened, so he thought it would be fine this time..."

Lu Yingjiu sighed silently.

"Show me the live replay first," he said.

He let the two men into the house.

Aaron sat down and opened the playback screen.

The beginning of the picture is a man with a beard.

He sat in front of the table, the weather outside was gloomy, and it seemed that the rain came.

Calculating time, probably when Lu Yingjiu went down the mountain.

"The brothers of the new live broadcast room, Brother Zhao is going to play with brushwork today." Zhao Ziming almost shot his face in front of the camera, "Pay attention to the favorite, and you don't get lost!"

The barrage brushed — a lot of piles, all urged him to hurry up.

- Personal to play with brushworking must be more troublesome. Zhao Ziming puts the camera on the table, then staggered with his left and right hands, holding the pen. On the paper, the numbers 1 to 10 are written in turn, and "yes" and "no".

"Bi Xian Bi Xian," Zhao Ziming said, "I am your past life, you are my life, if you want to continue with me, please draw circles on paper."

After a few seconds, the pen slowly moved, and it was drawn on the paper.

The barrage is crazy on the screen: [The anchor continues]

[I think he is writing by himself]

【Too fake】

[I think maybe ... The anchor is not in a small mountain village, and it is certain that many ghosts are definitely ghost according to common sense]

[I think it's okay to go out for fake]

"Bi Xian Bixian," Zhao Ziming continued, "Will we leave the village a few days later?"

The pen in his hand stopped directly on "3".

"Bi Xian Bi Xian, is there a ghost in this hotel?"

The pen stopped "Yes".

- A barrage floats: [Brother Zhao, help me ask it, can I find a job this year]

Zhao Ziming asked: "Bi Xian Bi Xian, can the audience called 'Orange" be found? "

The pen jumps repeatedly between "yes" and "no".

Zhao Ziming said, "It seems that Bi Xian is not sure. Otherwise, can you give Penxian something so that it can bless you."

"Orange" immediately rewarded thirty dollars.

Bi Xian's pen immediately went to "Yes."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

He was sober by this operation directly, and he had no dilemma: the brush fairy who had seen the fake, but he had never seen the fake so outrageous.

Zhao Ziming took his own direction and performed by himself -for a while, the unbelievable audience left early, and the remaining IQ tax was almost paid.

"Bi Xian Bixian," he said, "That's it today."

The pen stopped.

Zhao Ziming put down the pen down and said with a smile, "I have experienced it today -it is quite interesting to put the pen immortal.

He vomited again, his face was pale.

[What's wrong with Brother Zhao? Is it? .

[Can't it be sent away yet, a little scared ...]

[Big scammers are still acting now? Really convinced]

Zhao Ziming patted his chest, and he finally laughed and laughed. "I don't know what to eat, it's a bit uncomfortable. The master of the audience first wait, I'll go to the bathroom."

He walked into the toilet while ecking, and then there was a fierce vomiting and crackling sound, as if he spit out a lot of things in the toilet pool.

[Well -I heard the sound, did the anchor have no closed wheat? .

[Yes, disgusting]

[Sliding, I can't stand it]

Zhao Ziming vomited for a while and finally stopped.

The sound of water came, and soon disappeared.

Everyone thought he was coming back.

But he didn't.

In the next half an hour, he didn't return until the camera was out of power.

The video can be taken directly at the door, door, and windows of the toilet, and there are no people.

Aaron turned off the screen and said, "I watched the video carefully, and he really didn't come out of the bathroom. I just went to his room and saw that the bathroom window was open. His room was on the first floor, and I thought,Did he go out the window... but it doesn't make sense, is he crazy?"

Lu Yingjiu asked: "Is there any other abnormalities in the room?"

"No." Aaron said.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Take us to his room."

5 minutes later.

Push the door of the "109", several mountaineering bags and various photography equipment are piled up by the wall. The bed is a messy shirt and jacket, as well as things such as dew water and wind oil, and the wallet is thrown on the pillow.

Zhao Ziming is obviously a person who is not good at packing. The room is coquettish, and even the two pairs of socks that are drying on the back of the chair are muddy.

Lu Yingjiu opened the door of the bathroom.

Clean, nothing.

In addition to the spiders on the ground, the size of a spider, the size of the slap, the green juice has dried up.

Seeing his gaze fell on the top, Aaron explained: "When I came in, it was at the back of the door, and I was stomped to death by me."

The red clothes said, "Fortunately, it doesn't bite you. Otherwise, you have to lie on the bed with my friend."

"Yes, yes." Aaron was also frightened for a while.

Lu Yingjiu looked at the water tank: "Didn't he vomit, did the vomit leave?"

"This, this should have been washed away by him?" Aaron said, "Otherwise it would be disgusting..."

Lu Yingjiu looked at the bathroom carefully, then walked into the shower.

Inside were wet towels, half-used body wash and facial cleanser, and a strip of toothpaste hung like a pickle next to it.

The window was exactly as Aaron said, it was open, and the thick grass and a few small flowers could be seen. The rainwater came in and wet the floor.

Lu Yingjiu stepped on the edge of the window and turned out.

The gust of wind mixed with the rain immediately, drenching him again. It was almost seven o'clock now, and it was supposed to be dawn, but the sun was all blocked by the dark clouds.

He didn't care about the rain on his body, and took a few steps to look at the neighborhood: If you go out from here, you can go directly to the back of the village or to the mountain.

He wiped—the water on his face, and turned it back into the room.

As soon as he entered, he saw that Jing Xian had three clean towels in his hands and put them on him.

Lu Yingjiu was forced to put on a few towels and said, "Assume Zhao Ziming is a normal person. I think there are three possibilities, one is that Zhao Ziming saw something in the bathroom and wanted to escape, he had to go out through the window, And then I didn't go back to the hotel because of fear."

Aaron shuddered: "It can't be true, the pen fairy was not sent away, right?"

"It doesn't look like it." Lu Yingjiu said, "The pen fairy he is playing is just manipulating it, cheating and rewarding. However, I don't know if there are other things that took advantage of the opportunity." He asked again, "Zhao Ziming Are you afraid of spiders?"

"I'm not sure about this, I haven't heard him say it. You mean, he was scared by the spider and went out the window?"

"No. If it's just this, it can't explain why he didn't go back to the room." Lu Yingjiu frowned slightly, "Show me the replay again."

Aaron sent the URL. Lu Yingjiu sat on the bed, set the speed to triple, and watched it again.

The clock in the room was photographed, and there was a corresponding time at the bottom right of the video. He observed it carefully.

Time is continuous.

There is no deletion in this video.

Jingxian sat next to him, and Lu Yingjiu said to him, "I wonder if Aaron cut the video and murdered Zhao Ziming."

Jingxian echoed: "Yes, it's a pity."

Aaron: "...Did you two forget that I'm next to you?"

Lu Yingjiu added: "The second possibility is that the camera was out of power when he left the room, so it was not captured. For example, he may have fainted when he vomited, and didn't wake up until half an hour later. ."

Aaron: "Then why did he lose contact?"

"The information is too little to be clear." Lu Yingjiu said, "If it is the first two possibilities, then Zhao Ziming may still be saved."

"...What's your third hypothesis?"

"There is another possibility that Zhao Ziming never left this room."

Aaron - Leng: "How is this possible, this room is so big, is he hiding under the bed and wardrobe?"

Lu Yingjiu didn't answer.

There was a box of disposable gloves on the sink, and he pulled out a pair and brought it to his hand.

Then he crouched down and grabbed the trampled spider, trying to turn it over. The spider was the size of a palm, and it was almost smashed by Aaron, and the green juice was smeared on its eight long legs.

Lu Yingjiu turned it over. Fortunately, the spider's abdomen was still intact: - a human face.

His expression was painful and hideous, as if shouting.

It looks like Zhao Ziming's face.

The author has something to say: Night:

Lu Yingjiu: zzzzzz

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