The supernatural scene is not NG

Chapter 32 Living Coffins 06
Su Ruan took the initiative this time and walked out.

She came to the door of Xue Yao's room, stood at the door and shouted: "Xue Yao? What are you doing?"

The room was silent. After a while, Xue Yao's voice sounded from inside, as usual.

"Nothing, I'm just cleaning."

Su Ruan heard her voice, nodded, turned around and returned to his room, but did not take it lightly.

Obviously, whether the person in the room is Xue Yao or not is another matter.

At least among the Xue Yao Su Ruan knew, she was not the kind of person who would hear other people's voices without opening the door.

In the conversation just now, Su Ruan confirmed that the notepad in his hand could not be opened by force.

It was also confirmed that Fu Xiao was not the first person to enter this script.

Obviously, although Fu Xiao wanted to show everything as it was the first time, she didn't want to die.

In other words, her fear of death is greater than her fear of revealing her identity, so she uses poor acting skills to show that she knows everything.

Su Ruan didn't say whether this idea was right or not, but Fu Xiao's actions were very useful to him.

At least on the way to confirm Lin Jiao, Fu Xiao can also add a layer of insurance.

Su Ruan sat back down, took out the notepad without password, and compared the difference between the two.

A notepad without a password is thicker than a notepad with a password.

But Su Ruan didn't know the number of pages in the notepad with the password, so he couldn't get the exact number.

This seems to be another dead end.

Suddenly, Su Ruan's eyes fell on several pieces of furniture standing in the room.

The furniture here is full of oppression at first glance. Each piece of furniture is so big that the light coming from the window can make their shadows very long.

It looks like four sharp objects standing upright.

Just different lengths.

Su Ruan seemed to be fascinated by it.

The shortest one is the shadow length of the bed. Perhaps it is because the shadow length of the bed is like lying on its side, so it is wide and short.

The longest one is an old fan hanging from the ceiling, stretched very long.

The position of the fan blades fell on Su Ruan's shadow, which happened to be facing Su Ruan's neck.

It looks like a person who has been beheaded.

Then there is the shadow of the desk, which is the second shortest shadow.

Like a thick "n" and then the desk, like a twisted "h".

An idea flashed in Su Ruan's mind, and she took out paper and pen to write and draw on it.

If the ceiling and the ground are regarded as two disjoint and parallel lines, then the shadows in them are like numbers in the lines.

Su Ruan drew a picture based on shadows and lines, and sweat spread between her fingers due to excitement.

It was a little sticky, but in this silent room, she heard her heartbeat that she couldn't hide.

【1406】Su Ruan twisted the combination lock, the black in her eyes was as thick as ink.

She likes the feeling of decryption.

The attitudes of Fu Xiao and Lin Jiao also show that if the decryption fails, they will both die.

This kind of thing cannot have no time limit. Since Fu Xiao specifically mentioned time, it can only explain one point.

This password is inseparable from time.

There was a constant storm in Su Ruan's head, and there was no pause in the movements of his hands.

Even her pale fingertips were trembling with excitement.

What's in there?

What could it be?

With a "click", the notepad opened.

[? ? ?Why did it open all of a sudden?I was thinking and I didn’t even blink? 】

[Where did this password come from?Why can't I understand? 】

[Is this the difference between high-level actors and ordinary actors?Is this gap too big? 】

[To be honest, this difficulty is also outrageous...]

Logically speaking, senior actors will not watch E-rated scripts.

After all, they have performed hundreds of performances, and this low-level script is completely unacceptable to them.

But there is no way, the last time someone photographed props for the F script, this was the only auction in the script, which attracted the attention of these senior actors.

They also want to pick up the slack. After all, no one can have too many props. The more there are, the higher the chance of survival.

So looking at the questions on the bullet screen, they also answered them leisurely while drinking tea comfortably.

The IDs of the senior actors were familiar to everyone, so everyone basically stayed quiet when they spoke.

[Wen Jiaran: Take a closer look at the shadows on the ground. 】

[Wen Jiaran: The shadow of the bed is like a short "1", the shadow of the man and the fan is like a twisted "4", and the desk looks like an "n" by itself, but when a horizontal line is added, it becomes "0" is the same as the bookcase. It looks like an "h" alone, but when connected together, it looks like a "6". 】

[Wen Jiaran: Su Ruan reacts very quickly. If the sun sets further, these relationships will no longer be visible. 】

[Wen Jiaran: The highest death rate in this script is the first day, whether it is day or night, it is easy to die. 】

After Wen Jiaran said these words, he became quiet.

He looked at Su Ruan's figure and vaguely saw the people he met back then.

It's just such a shame that they all died.

The most terrifying thing in the supernatural APP is not only the imminent death, but also an irresistible assimilation.

Many actors don’t realize this until they are intermediate.

Those controlled times are not only to keep the actors alert, but also to prevent the actors from being assimilated.

It's just a pity that many actors never live to realize this.

Wen Jiaran hoped that this pretty girl would live longer.

After all, many interpretation books require people to compile them.

The more senior actors there are, the more interpretations can be developed.

Wen Jiaran's eyes were filled with more and more interest. He placed the empty water glass on the head of the woman next to him and waved his hand like a pet.

"Go down."

……

"Aqiu!" Su Ruan sneezed softly.

She rubbed the tip of her itchy nose and hid herself under the quilt.

The direction of the window was facing the bed, Su Ruan turned her back to the window in order to avoid opening her eyes and facing the window.

There was a whistling wind outside the window, and it seemed to be accompanied by the rustling of leaves.

It's just a pity that Su Ruan's memory is very good. She remembers the window during the day, but there is nothing there.

Su Yong planted a piece of land under his window, and planted some types of mushrooms that are easy to grow.

On cloudy and rainy days, a lot of mushrooms will grow, in large pieces.

The dusty mushrooms may not look good, but their taste is always good.

Su Ruan remembered the taste of the mushrooms, which were soft and juicy. Every mushroom seemed to have tenacious vitality, growing out of the rotten soil.

The voice outside the window is getting louder.

Su Ruan couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly a figure elongated by the moonlight shone on Su Ruan's body, blocking the bright moonlight.

(End of this chapter)