Jiang Fuyue had 4,399 notices in advance, knowing that the film was composed of 13 actors and 1 phantom. It was known to be the actors' Si Ming and Shen Duxian, and it could never be a phantom.
But the mission issued by the system is—[Find out the "phantoms" among you, and end it. ]
Others subconsciously think that "you" means that all the people who escaped in the apartment are "actors", and one of the 14 actors present is a phantom.
While Jiang Fuyue is an actor, she may also be a phantom.
Therefore, even without the key to the safe house, he is the target of the three Si Ming's pursuit.
Jiaojiao led the way with her phone in hand, and soon came to the eighth floor.
They had also explored this place before, knowing that the door on the eighth floor was locked and could not enter, so they didn't take it too seriously.
Just as they were about to follow the radar upstairs, a shrill scream suddenly came from the door!
Even after a long distance, it is full of scalp-tingling fear and misery, like broken and rusted saw teeth pulling through frosted glass, splashing countless sharp fragments, scratching the oil painting canvas, and then a bucket of hot red The paint splashed on the canvas, and countless rivers of upside-down blood flowed out.
The three of them were horrified, knowing that someone must have been murdered in the building.
But, how did that person get into the blocked 8th floor?
What did the ghost hear and follow?
Unable to answer his doubts, Si Ming suddenly thought that after the death of the first woman, the ghosts obtained ears and hearing from her, so what will the ghosts get when the second deceased appears?
Anxiety came to her heart, she grabbed the two people beside her and ran up quickly, while typing on her phone to remind: [The ghost may have become stronger! Be careful! ]
Jiaojiao and Iris nodded quickly, and ran up the radar!
The radar shows that the three-point collection is on the 9th floor!
And in 0818, thick and hot blood poured all over the ground.
As soon as the slender fingers loosened, the corpse whose brain had been drained fell limply. The clean and tidy white shirt was already covered with large mottled bloodstains, and bloody flowers slowly bloomed.
The flowerbed of death flourished in him.
The man's face was completely cut off, leaving only the white bones and four hollows where flesh and blood were squirming.
The ghost lifted his face and applied it to his face again, and countless small hands stretched out from the bald head and pulled the skin to connect.
"Puff...Put...Put..."
This time, another organ failed to fit and fell to the ground.
Eyeballs, lips and tongue, lying in a pool of blood.
Only a tall nose stopped steadily in the center of the face, and it quickly merged with the pale skin of the ghost, losing its blood color and becoming one.
Slightly twitching his nose, the ghost smelled various scents in the air.
The first to bear the brunt is the blood in the room.
But that's not what it's looking for.
It leaned over to the doorknob and sniffed the breath carefully.
In the hollow of the bulbous handle less than a centimeter from the tip of its nose, a prototype plinth was empty, and the eyeballs that had been in it disappeared.
It remembered the smell on the doorknob, opened the door and left.
"Click." The
door closed, locking the dead man into the darkness.
The viscous blood flowed slowly, completely submerging the safe house key that symbolized "victory" on the ground.
...
Jiang Fuyue, who was wrapping her palms on the ninth floor, suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from downstairs, she couldn't help frowning, and she felt extremely uneasy in her heart.
He stood up suddenly and said, "Go!"
The tacit understanding between the two did not require nonsense. Shen Duxian put away the medicine box, put a bottle of hemostatic spray into his pocket, and responded quickly: "Okay."
The moment they left the room, they saw that the middle of the wall on the 9th floor was out of thin air. There is an elevator!
And the number on the display is exactly 8!
Then, 9!
"Ding——" The
elevator reached the 9th floor!
Naturally, the people sitting in the elevator could only be slender ghosts!
The pupils shrank, Jiang Fuyue dragged Shen Duxian and rushed towards the stairs on the right!
However, before it was too late, the elevator door had already opened.
An inexplicable wind blew through, and the ghost smelled the smell belonging to Jiang Fuyue with the newly installed nose.
It was the person with this taste that stole his treasured eyeballs.
In just an instant, the ghost appeared in front of Jiang Fuyue, bowed his head, and the tip of his tall nose almost poked his face.
That nose no longer belongs to humans, there is no exhalation, only endless inhalation, as if a powerful range hood sucks everything in the air into the body.
And the target mixed in the air is the unique breath of Jiang Fuyue!
Realizing that the opponent's target was herself, Jiang Fuyue subconsciously stepped back and clenched the eyeball in her palm.
He guessed that the eyeball was a ghost, but he didn't expect that the other party would come straight to him.
Sure enough, the nerves of the eyeballs should be cut off decisively!
On the other side, seeing the sudden appearance of the ghost's nose, Shen Duxian's mind flashed, and he took out the spray in his pocket and pressed it hard at its nostrils!
"Zi--" The
strong smell of medicine penetrated into the nasal cavity, instantly blurring the scent of Jiang Fuyue's body, and the sharp fingertips of the ghost that had been raised were also stiff and stagnant.
Because it can no longer tell the location of the target.
And Jiang Fuyue and Shen Duxian also took the opportunity to bypass it and run towards the stairs on the right!
Returning to the dark corridor again, Jiang Fuyue took out her mobile phone and typed quickly: [Is there any perfume? ] He needs to cover up the smell on his body, otherwise he will still be found by ghosts in a short time.
Shen Duxian shook his head, he never liked that kind of thing.
[Go back to me. ]
Jiang Fuyue vaguely remembered that she had a bottle of shower gel that she had only used once. It was very fragrant and could easily cover up the smell and confuse judgment.
So, one left and one right, Jiang Fuyue and Si Ming were staggered.
He quickly came to his room on the fourth floor, poured half of the shower gel into another bottle, and then poured it into the water and shook it frantically.
Immediately, the fragrant floral fragrance spread throughout the room.
Shen Duxian glanced down and whispered: "Youlian*skin? When did you become so sullen?"
Jiang Fuyue's face darkened: "It's just a discount."
With two bottles of Youlian*skin's homemade perfume, Jiang Fu Yue nimbly sprayed some in the room, and then poured a lot on herself.
However this is not enough.
He ran into the corridor again, lying on the ground and squeezing perfume through the cracks of the doors of the various empty rooms.
At the end, he also sprinkled a lot on Shen Duxian, for fear that the other party's own smell would affect Chiyu.
Just as he was doing this, a small figure appeared at the entrance of the stairs.
Tong Yun's eyes lit up when he saw Jiang Fuyue's busy movements, and immediately trotted over, raising a idiotic smile like falling white: "Yuege..." Before he finished
speaking, a stream of water with delicate foam poured down from the head, with a strong floral fragrance. Fills the nasal cavity.
"elder brother?"
Tong Yun was stunned, thinking that the other party had found out that he was not Luo Bai, so he attacked himself.
But this attack method is weak, right?
Holding back his anger and wiping the foamy water on his face, he was about to speak when he felt his legs suddenly hang in the air, and he was picked up again!
Tongyun: I hate short legs!
Jiang Fuyue picked up Luobai and explained in a low voice: "Ghosts have noses, and their target is me. If you smell me, you will be affected." I
didn't expect that at this critical moment of life and death, the other party was still thinking about protecting his own safety. Tong Yun's heart was slightly turbulent.
But the wave was only a momentary thing. He took the opportunity to grab the other person's collar and asked in a low voice, "Brother Yue, where is that pendant?
" , "Return to you."
"Uh..."
Tong Yun was stunned again.
He thought that he would have to spend a lot of words and fight to get back the clues that belonged to him, but he didn't expect the other party to give him so generously.
But it may also be that the other party really doesn't know that the pendant is a clue. After all, only he himself knows where he picked it up.
Holding the pendant tightly, he tentatively said, "I picked up this pendant..."
"I know the deceased's."
Jiang Fuyue had already run to the third floor and sprinkled the entire corridor with perfume, while the bottle in his hand One is already empty. When he spoke, he didn't raise his eyebrows, very calm: "The deceased has been replaced, as long as you find someone who is related to this pendant, you will know who is fake. According to my current judgment, the three of us and Si Ming are real. , there is a fake among the remaining 2 men and 4 women."
He continued to walk down to the 2nd floor, pouring perfume while analyzing, and by the way, he ran to the room of the strong man who died in the previous round to check if there were any There's no such thing as perfume.
It's a pity that the other party is too rough. Not only does he have no perfume, but he doesn't even have shower gel. There is only a piece of soap with no smell lying on the shelf.
"The photos in the pendant should be of the parents of the deceased, with a harmonious family background, and the man is fashionable and fond of motorcycles. Therefore, the deceased is likely to have a good living standard, outgoing personality, and the pursuit of fashion... One of the men is yellow-haired, and one of the women is a hot noodle head and a charming one. Jiao is the most in line with my inference."
Huang Mao is in his twenties, with a trendy dress and ear studs, he has spoken to a mysterious voice twice before, not conspicuous but not weak.
The instant noodle-headed woman is also in her twenties. She has been hanging out with the fat woman who died before and another student girl. She has a very weak sense of existence and has no outstanding actions. But it may also be to hide one's identity so as not to be noticed to be different.
Jiaojiao has been following behind Si Ming, and the specific situation is unknown.
"..."
Listening to Jiang Fuyue's orderly analysis, Tong Yun fell into silence and felt a deep sense of frustration.
Thankfully, he also regarded this pendant as an important clue. He didn't expect that Jiang Fuyue had already ruled out the scope to such a small extent.
His self-confidence, which had been inflated by triggering an infinite orgy, suddenly collapsed.
Without noticing the wobbly look of the child in her arms, Jiang Fuyue poured the last remaining perfume on the three of them and said solemnly: "What time is it now?"
Shen Duxian glanced at the phone and replied: "Eleven fifty Five."
Only five minutes left until twelve o'clock.
According to the rules of the last round of the game, after twelve o'clock, the power of the ghosts will greatly increase, and that's when the real battle is real!
The ghosts now have the sense of hearing and smell.
If another person dies, it acquires a sense of sight or taste.
The sense of taste is not threatening, and I am afraid that the other party will gain vision.
If the ghost really had eyes, Jiang Fuyue felt that she could not leave Zhiti's apartment alive.
Pray comforted him in his heart: "Don't worry, if it really doesn't work, you will continue to leave the body, and even if you have any organs removed, you can still live... It's just that the zero will be more painful."
Hearing what he said, Jiang Fuyue couldn't let herself got caught!
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