Absurd Deduction Game

Chapter 219 Bloody Attic

At this glance, when Yu Xing glanced over at him, Luo Qishan nodded politely to him, and then looked away.

Yu Xing didn't take it seriously. There was no malice in the other party's eyes. The slight curiosity about "why the junior sister was so proactive" disappeared when he saw Yu Xing's appearance.

Next, it was time for the Zhao family. The one who came on stage to give the explanation was a strange woman from the family named Zhao Xuan. She looked like she was in her late twenties. She had a calm temperament. It was said that she had added a recycling bin for old parts into the deduction and her performance was pretty good.

  She listed several categories of the currently famous star casters, analyzed the pros and cons of their styles one by one, and also talked about the recent changes and action trends of the major guilds.

Intelligence is different from the Feng Shui mentioned by the Luo family. It does not need to be traced back too long, because its timeliness is the most precious attribute. Zhao Xuan started from October and only summarized the events of one and a half months before sharing. After getting a lot of useful information, she also sincerely analyzed the possible trends of various forces in the next month.

Of course, we avoided the three major families sitting here. Although everyone knew it well, but let people listen to how the Zhao family analyzed and calculated the other two families in person... This is a stupid operation that no one with a brain can do.

If nothing else, just talking about intelligence capabilities, Zhao Jiazhen is indeed the "number one in the industry", and Zhao Xuan's performance is also very stable. Yu Xing secretly wrote down what he heard, with a smile on his lips.

He felt that the gossip he heard tonight...no, it was intelligence, which was enough to cover all levels, and provided a very good environment for someone like him who had just been promoted.

 I don’t know why, maybe because he knew that the Zhao family is basically from Tianjin, a Tianjin-style sentence naturally popped into Yu Xing’s mind – be grateful to your family.

He also noticed that during this period, Zhao Yijiu had been listening quietly under Zhao Mou's eyes. Speaking of which, Zhao Yijiao could be regarded as the person farthest from this information in the entire family. Other members They all know some news and have their own connections.

There was only Zhao Yijiu. If Zhao Mou hadn't occasionally visited him in Mijin City and mentioned the situation to him, he would probably know less than Yu Xing.

 After another twenty-minute break, it was finally the Xu family's turn to play.

In addition to Xu Xiangfeng and Xu Lingling, the Xu family actually has a more famous member this time, Xu Shu.

His treatment in the late-night guild is only inferior to that of the president and three vice-presidents. He belongs to the elite level among the elites. He is usually so elusive that even his own family members rarely see him.

Xu Shu has a very recognizable characteristic, that is, he likes to materialize his personality mask and wear it at all times, and his mask is very strange - incomplete.

Others’ masks were all one piece, with different patterns formed due to various sacrifices. His mask only covered the lower half of his face, which was completely black and had the luster of rusty metal.

The part that is not covered is the dark brown eyes that are no different from ordinary people, and the eyebrows are half covered by enough black hair. Just looking at this half of the face, Xu Shu should have a very handsome appearance.

 But his gaze is very wandering. When he looks at it, the person being looked at will have the feeling that he is not looking at himself, but at something behind him that does not exist in this time and space.

Characteristics are difficult to explain clearly. In a word, he is a boss.

 The biggest boss in the game.

Boss Xu Shu’s voice was a little hoarse and his language was concise. He barely made any opening remarks and said directly: "The types of absurd ghosts have not increased this year. The newly discovered ones can be classified into the original types. "

"So, there are still ten kinds of ghosts. Considering that there are many newcomers attending the party for the first time," Xu Shu paused after saying this. He was not a newcomer, but it was also his first time to condescend to attend the gathering of the three major families. I don’t know who convinced him, “I will start from the basics.”

 Said to be the basis, in fact, what the Xu family has summarized is already the most cutting-edge, most comprehensive, and most useful ghost information among deducers.

“Under the chaotic surface of the absurd world, there are still traces of the ghosts it accommodates and creates. First, based on their origins, we divide them into three types.

"The first type is a ghost that has been passed down from legends everywhere and has completely inherited characteristics or been slightly changed. For example, zombies, belly ghosts, blood ghosts, painted skins in China, flying-headed barbarians in China or Japan, also called 豱达头, Thailand Although they are just legends, such as tree maidens, card ghosts, European and American evil spirits, Bloody Mary, etc., their probability of appearing in the absurd world is very high.

"The second type often appears in mapping deductions. In games that are distorted by certain real-life events, people who died in reality will be turned into ghosts in the deduction, and their obsessions before death will be used to transform their lives into ghosts. Resentment, unwillingness, jealousy, pain... are used as the keynote of the deduction.

“The third type is the fictional ghost that is formed when the absurd world is formed and deduced. It has its own set of settings and has nothing to do with anyone. It may be a BOSS or an NPC, and it is also the one with the highest probability of appearing.”

Yu Xing regained his energy. He had encountered many supernatural events and many ghosts over the years, but after becoming a deducer, this was the first time he systematically received knowledge on the classification of ghosts.

He has met all three types Xu Shu mentioned, Bloody Mary, Tang Li Tang Yuan, Alice, etc...

He looked at Xu Shu on the stage. Xu Shu was wearing a white shirt, jeans and sneakers. If you ignored the weird and terrifying half-mask on his face, he looked like a harmless young man next door.

Xu Shu blinked and suddenly glanced at Yu Xing.

The empty gaze seemed to be fixed in the void behind Yu Xing, but Yu Xing still felt a sense of being locked in that could not be ignored.

He was a little confused. He couldn't figure out why this man wanted to stare at him because he was talking so well, so he just gave him a polite smile.

Xu Shu withdrew his gaze and continued: "The above three types of ghosts have the same specific classification."

His eyes have always been unfocused, and no one except Yu Xing himself noticed the gaze just now, not even Zhao Yijiu, who was sitting next to Yu Xing, noticed it.

“Spirit ghosts have two states: physical and non-physical. Generally speaking, they have deep resentment, are based on hatred, and have an absolute desire to kill their enemies and passers-by...

“Evil ghosts, most of them are physical ghosts, usually transformed from corpses. They are fierce and their thinking ability gradually returns as their strength increases..."

 In a sense, the green ghost Yiqing is also included in this category, and it is one of the very few big ghosts among the evil ghosts that can turn into a non-entity.

"Water ghosts, hanged ghosts, innocent ghosts, wild ghosts, home ghosts, and ghost ghosts appear in relatively simple forms. They only pose threats in their respective fields. As long as you take precautions during the deduction, you will not fall into absolute death and do not exist as bosses in the deduction. , will only appear in places where people can easily relax their vigilance and kill people unexpectedly.”

"Curse, incorporeal ghost, can be targeted at an individual or a range. There is a source of the curse, and it usually has its own set of rules. There must be a way to solve it. As long as you find the weaknesses of the rules, you can survive. But generally speaking , it’s hard to deal with…

"Ghost stories are essentially incorporeal ghosts, which are differentiated into various states according to the specific content. It should be noted that to judge whether a ghost story has a solution, it must be strictly based on the content. Time, behavior, and language may all lead to unsolvable problems. The key to a dead end is good if there is a solution, but if there is no solution, then you can only wait for death..."

　　Xu Shu spoke very seriously, and it seemed that explaining this to newcomers did not make him irritated, but he did not look very happy either. He simply stuffed the knowledge into the minds of the listeners like he was giving a lecture.

By the time he went down, Yu Xing had already digested all the information.

 One thing is that he really has to thank Zhao Mou for giving him a place in order to gain a lot.

 The exchange meeting came to an end, and people from the three major families withdrew from their seats. Some went back to their rooms, while others went to visit Fenggulanting’s wine cellar, flower room and other places.

Yu Xing followed Zhao Yijiu and quietly retreated out before Luo Jue came to the door.

Zhao Mou still had something to do, so he asked Zhao Yijiu to play with Yu Xing, but Yu Xing was not very interested and just wanted to go back to his room and sleep.

“It’s only ten o’clock.” Zhao Yijiu seemed a little confused. Yu Xing yawned: "Go to bed early and get up early to be in good health—"

Zhao Yijiu: "...But aren't you here to inquire about the news? The families will be separated at night, isn't it a good opportunity?"

Yu Xing smiled: "That's why I want to 'go back and rest'."

 After thinking about it for two seconds, Zhao Yijiu understood.

He was speechless for a moment, and he admired Yu Xing's impeccable character. He could only say: "I hope you sleep better and don't get caught sleepwalking in the middle of the night."

“Don’t worry, I am a professional sleepwalker. I will definitely avoid other people’s sight and never scare innocent people.” Yu Xing promised and wandered back to the small vermilion building whose name is still unknown.

This night, some people went to bed early and got up in the middle of the night to commit thieves, while others played late and returned home after enjoying themselves.

 Not many people got up early the next morning.

Originally, this kind of gathering is for young people to communicate with each other and relax. The activities are arranged to avoid the morning. The morning is completely free and free, leaving enough sleep time for those who like to stay in bed.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon when Yu Xing packed himself up and wandered to Fengyu Pavilion located in the north of the manor. He gathered up his down jacket, and the breath he exhaled suddenly spread from the warm mouth into the cold air, forming wisps that quickly dissipated. of white mist.

 Fengyu Pavilion is relatively tall among the overall buildings of Fenggulanting. It has five floors and is like a small tower. There are small wind chimes hanging on the edge, which make a pleasant and trance-like ethereal sound as the cold wind blows.

 It's just that it is surrounded by a plum garden, and it's not the time for the plum blossoms to bloom at this time, so the scenery is a bit depressed and not many people come.

He was holding a piece of paper in his hand. In fact, if it weren't for the content on the piece of paper, he wouldn't have come to such a remote place.

 【Two o'clock in the afternoon, on the top of Fengyu Pavilion】

This note came very strangely. He searched around in the middle of the night last night and it was not there when he returned to the room. But when he woke up, the note was beside his door. It seemed that it had been slipped in through the crack in the door.

The content of the note was brief. There were so many strangers at this party, so Yu Xing couldn't tell who handed it to him. However, after recalling yesterday's experience, he had a vague guess and found it interesting, so he avoided everyone. Got to the appointment.

He folded the paper into the shape of a little frog, then unconsciously turned it around with his fingertips. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the top floor through the wall. There were many closed double-open wooden windows with complicated patterns and opaque patterns in the middle. The paper is the kind of white translucent paper in the TV series where you poke a hole to put smoke.

 I wonder if the person who invited him here is watching him from behind the window?

 Is his purpose good or evil?

Yu Xing gave a light "chi", pushed open the door of Fengyu Pavilion, and climbed the stairs in silence.

 Other than the sound of wind chimes and the slight friction of swaying branches, there was only the sound of Yu Xing's shoes stepping on the wooden floor.

Perhaps for the sake of atmosphere, the floor of Fengyu Pavilion is not covered with blankets, but is designed to be smaller and more exquisite. It is not the majestic and bold beauty, but the clever and gentle unique Jianghu atmosphere of Jiangnan, which amplifies the ancient charm to the extreme.

If it were another time, Yu Xing felt that he would have liked the designer of this building very much—even though the other person was probably dead.

Now, the further up he went, the softer the feeling was washed away, replaced by a sense of emptiness and uneasy oppression, as if things were still the same as before, but something seemed to be attached to them.

"Jingle Bell…"

The wind didn't stop, the bells stopped, and the crisp sound became more and more weird. Yu Xing kept walking, maintaining the original frequency, and quickly climbed up the stairs between the fourth and fifth floors.

 “Ding bell…”

The ringing suddenly became more urgent, and you could faintly hear cries mixed in the wind, as if someone was holding the wind chime and shaking it desperately. Waves of ringing that was completely unnatural entered Yu Xing's eardrums crazily. At the same time, he squinted his eyes seriously. Listen and you can hear the subtle flow sound.

 “Tick tock.”

 The liquid fell and hit the steps in front of him.

Yu Xing raised his eyes, and a bright red slowly appeared in his field of vision.

I saw a stream of fresh blood slowly flowing down the stairs, flowing down from top to bottom, leaving a trace that was hard to ignore wherever it passed.

The wooden roof of the pavilion above the head was also blood-red at some point, and blood was oozing down bit by bit. When it accumulated to a certain volume, it fell vertically and merged into the blood flow on the stairs, just like the drop that fell just now.

 With a few more steps, blood will flow to Yu Xing's feet.

His eyes were calm, and he didn’t even stop. He walked up the stairs before the blood covered the entire surface, let go of the blood flow, and climbed up the stairs cleanly.

 The scene upstairs was even more shocking.

Bloody handprints appeared densely on the walls, windows, and pillars. Even the furnishings in the house were not spared. The seemingly valuable tables and chairs were also surrounded by **** handprints. In addition, there were even spider webs. Tangled with dust.

 Wind chimes are crazy.

From Yu Xing’s point of view, you can see a small part of the wind chimes. They are vibrating crazily, and an unknown black dirty liquid flows out from the bell cavity, forming a sticky block below.

The origin of the blood flowing on the stairs was on a table of Eight Immortals. He followed the traces of blood and stood in front of the Table of Eight Immortals, staring intently at the half mask on the table.

This is the mask that Xu Shu wears on his face, but at this moment, it is not on anyone's face, it is just lying flat, with a pool of blood flowing underneath.

 The rusty mask matches the cobwebs and dust around it very well. Together with it, it is placed here alone, which makes people have the urge to reach out and grab it.

Yu Xing stretched out his hand.

Then—Put the little folded paper frog on the bloodless table next to the mask, press the little frog's butt, and apply a little force to make it jump forward.

“You stuff a cold note, and I’ll give you a cute little jumping frog. Tsk, why am I so nice~”

His voice sounded with a hint of ridicule, and the next moment, the wind chimes stopped.

 After a moment of silence, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs that Yu Xing had just passed.

 (End of this chapter)