The competition among the players has begun.

We can't outrun the tiger, but it doesn't matter, as long as we outrun our companions.

In the evening, Ren Yifei took a bath and was squatting on the balcony to wash clothes. The resident on the first floor came up swearing and knocked on the door next to him, asking if the new tenant had spilled dirty water on her clothes.

The water was spilled upstairs, and Ren Yifei knew it.

Will Lin Yi next door conflict with others?

However, he waited for Lin Yi next door to simply admit his mistake and promise to pay for cleaning and mental damage.

Obviously not their own responsibility, but the first time to bear all the losses after.

It looks like a loss, but in fact it avoids more losses and is smarter than a flowery shirt.

Speaking of which, the residents on the third or fourth floors upstairs are not players. don't know who did it.

As soon as a dozen banknotes were left in his hand, the downstairs resident immediately said, "look at this, it's very kind of you." It doesn't cost that much, it's just a rag. "

"of course, I made a mistake first."

The victim left with satisfaction.

"Ding Dong, Ding Dong." The cell phone on the coffee table began to vibrate.

Ren Yifei put down his clothes and walked over: "Hello?"

"Mr. Song, I have received the rest of the dry sounds, and the quality remains the same. The editing teacher said that your voice and exhale have made remarkable progress."

"good. I thought I'd miss it."

The editor laughed and seemed to be very gentle after handing in the manuscript: "how could that be?" I believe you, Mr. Song. Please have a good rest in the next two days. I'll come back to you when the next one is selected. "

"mm-hmm."

"Oh, by the way, the last time you said you wanted to move and go to a safer apartment, do you still have such a plan? I did find some real estate agents recently. "

Ren Yifei was stupefied, and he lifted his spirits: "move?" When was the last time I told you? "

There was a pause, probably remembering: "A week ago, you said there might be a thief in the house."

Thief?

Ren Yifei immediately thought of the "ghost" who sneaked in in the middle of the night: "Ah, there is such a thing." What else did I say? I can't remember at the moment. "

"it seems that there is nothing else."

Turn off his cell phone and Ren Yifei sits on his sofa.

This is not the first time that ghosts have come here to be familiar with the road.

Other senses of the blind are better than those of ordinary people. Maybe Song Bozhi already feels something different. So, will he leave any message?

He began to look through everything, whether it was the computer files or the things in the room.

And ended up with nothing.

Knowing that his room can be moved in and out, he won't put the information where it's easy to find. Even, he will choose to record it in a blind way. "

He looked at the bed against the wall. it was a wooden bed, made of pine, which could be pricked by a Braille pen.

After a try, sure enough, he found a lot of inconspicuous marks on the bed board on the inside.

Ren Yifei lay down, his hands relaxed naturally, and his fingers just touched the marks. He closed his eyes and gently stroked the holes:

124, initial f, followed by 236, vowel ang,fang.

1245, the initial consonant ian, g, followed by 146. The vowel Jian is followed by the vowel Jian.

123, the initial consonant l, followed by 24, the vowel ionomer li.

1256, vowel iou, independent syllable, you.

245, initial r, followed by 356, vowel en,ren.

To sum up: there is someone in the room.

This is a person who is a little weak and doesn't want to bother others. So when I found out about this, I didn't choose to tell my strong sister. I just wanted to solve it by myself.

What would Song Bozhi think when he carved these blind words on the bedboard?

In the middle of the night, an invisible being stared at him at the bedside.

Scared, frightened and at a loss, he could only control his trembling hand and touch the hole in the bedboard over and over again under the cover of the quilt.

Constantly motivate yourself in this way, forcing yourself to make up your mind to move out of this place.

Song Bozhi has only been here for half a year. Who on earth is the ghost? Why is there such a deep obsession?

And the reason why the "ghost" is so persistent is because he can't get it, or is Song Bozhi a "perfect work"?

He thought of a person, a person who was also crazy about the 'perfect work'.

"punk, why are you disobedient? Did mom ever tell you not to eat sweets? No one likes you who gets fat. "

Ren Yifei's face gradually turned pale, his stomach cramped and he wanted to vomit.

"Mom." Ren Yifei fell on the sofa with fear in his eyes.

In front of that shadow, he was still like that five-or six-year-old child, unable to escape the fate of being controlled by others.

The blood fainted in the depths of the eyes, the red rope of the wrist was automatically untied, and a voice chuckled: "Poor wretch."

Ren Yifei woke up and pressed: "get out."

He has grown up, and she is already dead, thoroughly dead, with no scum left.

He looked up at the bedside window.

If the trait in him that drives her crazy is the talent of an actor, what is the trait that drives ghosts crazy in Song Bozhi?

Use the 'mourning' copy to push the 'neighborhood' copy, and the name is the theme.

The word neighborhood, even if it is not the obsession of 'ghost', must be closely related to 'ghost'.

The administrator emphasizes the harmony of their apartment neighborhood every day, but there are all kinds of contradictions under the harmony, otherwise how can there be slightly negative keywords such as' Dragon back Mountain 'and' Ranger'?

Since the 'ghost' hates these, then his persistent Song Bozhi should have a completely different trait, which attracts him.

For example, it is as pure as it seems.

For example, a gentle and non-aggressive personality.

Paranoia. How to let paranoia reveal flaws?

Enduring the feeling of nausea, Ren Yifei used his mother as a reference. If it's her, what can do to make her lose her cool?

He seems to know what to do.

That night, Ren Yifei held his eyelids and waited until 11:00.

The card was scalded, which was the 11:00 message, and there was a slight sound of the latch turning at the door.

The door opened and closed gently.

Today the room is a little different, probably because the owner is careless, one side of the window is not closed, the curtains are blown open by the night wind, the cold moonlight falls into the room through the glass, falls on the bedside, falls on the sleeping master.

The host wore washed white pajamas and soft cotton cloth wrapped in porcelain white skin.

The light strengthens the outline of the eyebrows and eyes, and it is like playing a layer of filter. The people on the bed are so beautiful that they seem to have a more cold temperament than usual.

For those who break into this world, their breathing is a little bit heavier.

He walked over carefully and eagerly, and seemed to flinch before the moonlight. Darkness is his protective color, especially at a time like this.

The man on the bed seemed to sleep restlessly, and he turned around, and the moonlight flowed on him, like the stars flowing in the sky, undulating on the curve through the thin quilt.

The intruder could not help but approach two steps, broke the protection of the darkness, and stood in the moonlight.

The light goes all the way up from the trembling fingers to the chest. The newcomer still felt that it was not enough, slowly and carefully half-squatted down, leaving himself completely exposed in the moonlight, one knee on the ground, greedily staring at the face, more and more exquisite carved by moonlight and dark purple shadows.

Just as he was about to take a step closer, his eyelashes quivered in the shadow and his sleeping eyes suddenly opened.

"Cold."

The man on the bed seemed to feel uncomfortable. He uttered the word vaguely, curled up again and closed his eyes.

The intruder was stiff for a long time and waited for people to fall asleep again before slowly getting up.

There was no fear in his eyes, but there was a twinkle of madness in his eyes.

It's a pity that he didn't really wake up, or he could kill his lamb and relax his muscles completely with the best poison.

He always thought his ferocious face before his death was very ugly.

"did you get the roses I sent you? Do you like it? " The hoarse voice was very low, as if the master was desperately restraining and patient, and suffered as a result.

"you must like it very much. I know you will like it if you can see it. Give me one more day, and tomorrow will be fine. I'll be careful not to break any part of your body. "

The man-eating monster stood in front of the bed, tightened by a thin chain around his neck.

The thin chain is called "rule".

The rule that ghosts can't hurt npc.

But in this second, Ren Yifei heard the sound of the thin chain breaking, the rule was broken, and it could no longer bind this terrible devil.

"one more day, one more day," the voice seemed to be talking to him and muttering to himself. "the bruises on your body should be over tomorrow."

Ren Yifei pinched the ghost card, the person did not move, quietly listen.

"the fall must have hurt, didn't it? I'm sorry, it's not that I didn't come to save you. Just to make sure you're real. "

He was a little excited: "fortunately, you came." It's delightful, so I'll give you one more present at the end. I know you must hate those people, too. they're disgusting. "

The monster burning with bloodlust left, and he went to play a new hunting game.

Ren Yifei opened his eyes, just as long as there is a little misjudgment, this life is afraid to stay here.

One last gift. So, he has decided to do it tomorrow.

It's not the first time he's faced such paranoia, and it won't be the last.

In order to act, he has come into contact with many prisoners.

Those murderers, perverts and sociopaths are not all ferocious. Most of them look very harmless, and some are even personable, gentle and amiable, the type that everyone is willing to be close to in life.

For these guys, it's not an end, it's a method.

Ren Yifei's appearance and temperament seem to like them very much.

During questioning and learning, these people have been trying to destroy him or assimilate him. They like to destroy beauty, the rarer it is, the more impossible it is to get it again, and the happier it is to destroy it.

"if you die in my hands, it will be the proudest work of my life."

"Oh."

Thanks to the unbridled malice of these people, he knew how to perform these social remnants and what kind of people attracted them more.

It was a risky move, but it worked well.

The ghost can't wait, and so can he.

Thinking of the face exposed to the moonlight, Ren Yifei felt his body temperature rise and there was heat in the quilt.

He saw the face, but at the same time he knew that he had angered the ghost.

11:00 card information update: [third night: woman with long tongue].

Is it the only middle-aged woman left in the playhouse being targeted?

Soon after, the second message came: [three players died and the 'ghost' seal was unlocked 3/8. ]

Sure enough, the player died.

She was found on the stairs this morning.

Yes, it was the staircase at the door of Ren Yifei, and the discoverer was still the next-door aunt who got up early to go shopping.

The scream woke Ren Yifei, who came out in his pajamas.

I saw the next-door lady who was shivering in the hallway and the twisted body on the stairs.

People's joints usually bend in a limited way, such as the arm does not turn outward. But with the body in front of her, all her joints were twisted. Arms, legs, neck, are abnormally twisted, the whole person like a dead spider.

The weirdest part was the face, with a big clown-like smile, curved eyes and blood-red lips.

Ren Yifei seemed to hear the voice of a ghost, with pride and excitement:

"do you like it? My gift. "