There was a faint sound of monsters screaming from far to near. Xiang Ya opened his eyes and stared at the black and white silk cloth covered with spells written on her body. There was no wind blowing around the prayer flags. It was firmly attached to the silk cloth, as if to imprison her.

The crashing sound of "bang bang bang" came from behind the prayer flags, and the silk cloth tied to the body became tighter and tighter. In addition to being afraid, Xiang Ya was also somewhat inexplicable.

She is now like someone who has just woken up, unable to distinguish between time and space, and even forgets what happened before.

Xiang Ya tried her best to stabilize her weak arm. She tried to find a tool from her body to break free of the silk cloth. Her intuition told her that there was something available on her body.

Sure enough, she felt a long and hard object on the inside of her clothes, quickly pulled it out towards the bud, pulled out the scabbard, and the sharp blade quickly slid upward, and the silk cloth above was torn apart, leaving short whiskers behind.

Xiang Ya's face was filled with joy, and she accelerated the speed of the bayonet's slashing. In the blink of an eye, she "breaks out" from the silk cloth.

The sound of the crash was getting louder and louder, and there was a sign that the door was about to be smashed. He panted to Yabian and looked around. He always felt that the environment here was very familiar, as if she had stayed there not long ago.

Xiang Ya tried to recall what happened in front of him, but the past memories seemed to be blocked by a layer of film, waiting for the sharp blade to cut through.

At the same time, in a different time and space separated from the real world, several people dressed in different styles stood in front of the huge screen.

The picture of Xiang Ya standing in the center of the prayer flag and looking around was broadcast on the screen in real time.

The short man in a black Tang suit adjusted his bangs, grinned, and mocked Yan Li, who was beside him with a solemn expression: "This is the baby you bet on? In the interview, people are challenged with such a difficult dream, you really' It hurts her..."

Yan Li didn't look at him, her eyes kept following towards Ya. On the screen, she was shaking as she approached the loudly banging wardrobe door, like a character in a horror movie who couldn't help but die, and her life would be about to die in the next second. Pay for the act of self-destruction.

Seeing this scene, the man laughed even more happily: "Manager Yan, you're not very good baby, newcomers always like to die, and it seems that she can't escape."

The man continued to talk to himself, his tone was always harsh: "Headless female ghost, who died in sacrifice, the murderer has never been caught, and the resentment is extremely large, plus..."

Yan Li interrupted him and said lightly: "Tang Zhong, the past of the guest is not something you use to make fun of, we should hope that she will succeed."

Tang Zhong let out a snort from his nose, his gloomy gaze also locked on Xiang Ya, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "You're so hopeful for others to succeed, why don't you arrange such a dream for her as soon as you come."

"I really don't understand, do you want to nurture her or kill her, Yan Li."

The others looked at the silent Yan Li with different expressions, lowered their heads and whispered.

The person who was watched by everyone still followed Xiangya, and after a long time, the rest of the people heard her whisper.

"She's the variable."

Xiang Ya, known as a variable, was nervously approaching the wardrobe that was shaking more and more. She swallowed and asked with a trembling voice, "Is anyone inside?"

In response to her several strong banging sounds.

Xiang Ya was so frightened that she could barely hold the knife. She hurriedly turned around to look for something, as if she was looking for something that could be used, but apparently, there was nothing in the room except the weird round bed and the floating black and white prayer flags.

His eyes wandered two or three times, and finally locked on a prayer flag in front of him.

She walked over to Ya quickly and slashed the corner of the square cloth with a knife. She felt more and more familiar with this scene. When she tore off the broken cloth, she deliberately glanced at her wrist.

The wrists are thin and there is nothing.

But she remembered that there should be strips of cloth tied around her wrists.

She stared blankly at the long strip of muslin in her palm, and after three seconds, the memories blocked by the film came, and her confused eyes gradually became clearer.

"This is a dream," Xiang Ya squeezed the bar, "I keep reminding myself."

Xiang Ya finally remembered that before she lost her bedtime memory, she tied the torn prayer flag to her wrist and left the cabinet door wide open.

Before falling asleep, she kept giving herself psychological hints. She would see the open wardrobe, the need for knives, and the torn strips of cloth. She needed to repeat everything before falling asleep. Only what was missing in the dream can wake up her past experience. Pass.

Xiang Ya guessed what she was thinking, and she would still try to observe the surrounding things even when she was extremely afraid, so she would approach the wooden cabinet, the only difference was that the door of the wooden cabinet was closed at this time, and there was obviously something inside.

She remembered the three pictures she observed before falling asleep. The last scene obviously suggested that the head of the sacrificer "rolled" into the closet. In reality, there was no such thing, and a head might be stuffed in the dream.

The coolness on Xiangya's body deepened a little when he thought that the huge crash was caused by a head banging desperately.

She hurriedly picked up the long strip, walked to the front of the cabinet, quickly passed the long strip of cloth through the two door handles, passed it back and forth several times, and tightened the door handles tightly.

Only a few seconds after finishing everything, Xiangya felt like she ran a 100-meter sprint, sweating profusely, she felt that the vibration of the doorknob under her was getting faster and faster, and she hurriedly flicked her hand away.

"The cloth strip won't last long, so I have to think of other ways."

Xiangya clenched his knife tightly, and quickly approached the bathroom, considering whether to hide in the bathroom to avoid it.

When she remembered her memory, she also remembered Manager Li's rule that she couldn't go out in the middle of the night. She couldn't be sure whether this rule was for the real world or to follow in her sleep.

It seems like a good idea to honestly find a place to hide.

But if she is, if there is no huge danger hiding outside the house, she will usually choose to leave the indoor space, because the indoor space is safe, but it is also equivalent to a layer of blockade.

Especially in the current scene, there is a murderous ghost hidden in the wardrobe.

If she had a choice, she would rather run out.

Maybe the dream heard her inner thoughts. When she reached the bathroom a few steps, the oval mirror clapped, and several brown handprints were printed on the mirror.

Due to the excessive force, the mirror burst open with the palm print as the center, and the muddy water inside splashed on the red and white tiles next to it, which was unusually abrupt.

Xiang Ya was so frightened that he stayed in place, and at the right time, the brass faucet was turned open with a sharp "squeak", and blood flowed out.

Xiang Ya's thought of going into the bathroom to hide instantly stopped.

She looked around the room, there was a ghost hand hitting in the mirror in front, and something that looked like a head would break out of the door at any time in the back.

Xiang Ya calmed down, turned right and opened the door decisively.

Tang Zhong, who saw this scene in front of the screen, raised his eyebrows, "It's still a bit bold, after three seconds, the wardrobe door will open, the room is not big, and the broken head is moving too fast, even if she hides in the bathroom, the mirror in the mirror will open. The corpse is about to run out."

"Few of the newcomers have the courage to run out of the room. It's too late to run out after the reaction. This level can fold half of the people."

Yan Li listened silently, Tang Zhong couldn't stand her like this, and said in a harsh tone: "But so what? Running out is the real beginning of the nightmare. Before I changed my life, I entered this dream, and I might not be able to have all my tails. come out."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiang Ya on the screen quickly opened the door and locked it. Almost at the same time, the wardrobe door banged loudly, and a head full of maggots rolled down and fell to the ground, and the milky white maggots scattered. , running along the breath of the living at a very fast speed.

Hearing the sound of Xiang Ya running faster, she was not at all curious about what was happening in the room behind her, and she did not hesitate at all.

Her physical strength is not very good, she will be out of breath after running 50 meters, but she still remembers how far the manager Li took her to the room, about 100 meters distance, she can run through gritted teeth and perseverance before the elevator.

The corridor is still dark, except where the footsteps go, there will be faint lights on both sides, and the rest will be quickly swallowed by the darkness.

Xiang Ya ran to the throat with the smell of blood, and counted the distances she had run in her heart. The next second, she should have come to the corner of the corridor and saw the elevator entrance in front of her.

When her foot-swapping steps hit the ground hard, she finally saw the silent elevator.

I also saw a middle-aged woman in an orange-red floral dress standing in front of the elevator.

Xiang Ya hurriedly stopped his steps, and his brain was dizzy due to the sudden stop.

Panting heavily, she stared warily at the strange woman in front of her.

"Are you also staying at this hotel?" the woman asked concerned.

Xiang Ya remained silent, trying to suppress the urge to cough.

The woman who appeared suddenly was too weird.

The woman didn't seem to notice her defense, she smiled understandingly, "Little girl, are you afraid?"

"It's okay, I'll take you to a safe place." The woman pointed to the direction of the corridor, "The hotel is not allowed to go out in the middle of the night. There will be many weird things happening at this time. I know how to avoid that ghost. Come with me."

Xiang Ya was silent, the woman in front of her seemed to understand the strangeness of the hotel, and tried to persuade her, but blocked the elevator entrance.

The abnormal noise behind her was getting louder and louder. On the 18th floor, she couldn't find a second way to leave here.

She took a steady breath, pursed her lips and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you."

Xiang Ya obediently followed the woman, only to see the woman turn around with a smile and switch on the elevator, and the elevator door finally opened.

Seeing Xiang Ya following up step by step, the audience in front of the screen discussed more and more, which was accompanied by a lot of regret.

"She can make the move to escape from the room, but doesn't know to go to the next room to avoid it. It's the most dangerous for her to go directly like this."

Others nodded in agreement, "A lot of newcomers who are busy escaping suddenly see a woman and hear the hotel's rules from the other side, they will be relieved in all likelihood, thinking that the hotel has sent someone to help them, but it's a pity... ..."

"Unfortunately, this woman was dressed up by the headless female ghost who died tragically in the wardrobe." Tang Zhong continued.

"The safest way is to stay on the 18th floor, and the sleep testers hide in other rooms. The non-homicide scene in sleep is the safest. Even if you can't solve the case, you can save your life."

He turned his head to Yan Li again, regretfully said: "Yanli, she is going to die."

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Xiang Ya: Oh, I'm going to die.