The Trial Game of Life

Watching two ghosts play chess against each other is a very strange thing, especially in an attic that has been abandoned for many years and is covered with cobwebs and dust.

There is a fresh body lying on the bed in the attic. How fresh is it? Tang Cuo ignored the glances from the two ghosts and walked around to touch the corpse, and found that there was still temperature in the corpse.

He couldn't help but look at the man sitting opposite Yu Mochizuki. There was no doubt that this one was the one lying on the bed and the attic guest who was imprisoned here ten years ago.

Ten years after the mansion was destroyed, he returned to this place and died in the attic that had trapped him for two years. Yu Wangyue's ghost may stand quietly by the bed and watch him die. When he is dead, the ghost is away, and the two ghosts are sitting together and playing chess.

This is too weird.

The expression of the attic guest was very peaceful when he died. His hands were placed on his chest without obvious trauma. How did he die? Why did he come back when he left Yu Gongguan alive?

Faced with all kinds of doubts, a warrior like Tangcuo, of course, chooses to ask directly.

"Who the **** are you? Why are you back?"

The ghost looked at him, his eyes were calm, and like Yu Mochizuki, he had no intention to attack actively. But all the ghosts in the mansion are saw-mouthed gourds, and players wouldn't want to get a clue from them.

what can we do about it?

Of course, continue to find clues.

In the abandoned attic, the two ghosts continued to play chess. They didn't need to touch the pieces. The pieces moved automatically. In the sound of "popping, popping," the black and white sides killed evenly.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng two casual people rummaged in the attic, walked over and walked over, and Jin Cheng occasionally stood on the chessboard with his arms folded, looked at him, and shook his head.

Qi Hui felt that this scene was more weird than before.

At this time, Tang Cuo pulled out a small iron box from the drawer at the head of the bed. The iron box is newly put in, because there is no dust on the box. Open the box. Inside are two injections and an injection needle, as well as some unknown white pills and a small roll of gauze.

Tang Cuo picked up an injection and placed it under the light. He saw a line of English words-herzon.

"What medicine is this?" Jin Cheng asked.

How could Tangcuo know that as for the small white pills, it would be even less likely to know. But these can illustrate a problem. Attic residents may die from illness.

He immediately remembered what Zhou Dahai said, in the time and space of 1923, he was also taking medicine before Mochizuki died. He found needles and medicines in the attic.

What is the cause of Yu Wangyue's death?

There was no obvious trauma on his body, nor did he seem to have been killed by a ghost. Was it all because of illness?

Tang Cuo passed the two slightly similar faces, thoughtfully, but he felt that he still lacked an empirical evidence. It is a pity that this empirical evidence may be in Zhou Haihai.

But the time and space of Zhou Dahai have passed twelve o'clock midnight.

Going back to the living room on the first floor, the phone couldn't get through. It was a single line contact from 1926.

"Do you suspect that they are brothers?" Jin Cheng asked.

"They were taking medicine before they died, and they looked alike. They were brothers and had a high probability of having a family genetic disease." Tang Cuo said as he walked into the kitchen, "such as illegitimate children."

An illegitimate child who was not to be seen was closed in the attic, but it made sense, but Jin Cheng still did not give up the guess of "replacement" because his intuition was always accurate.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Jin Cheng Yu Guang saw the ghost of Yu Wangnian appearing at the stairs, looking up at the direction of the second floor, but he didn't go up.

Yu Wangnian's ghosts don't appear very often, and he behaves in such a way that people care.

"Do you think he doesn't want to go up, or can't he go up?" Jin Cheng simply leaned on the door and watched the show with his arms.

"There is a wife on the second floor." Tang Cuo also came out and took a look. Taking Lin Wan's hatred towards Wangnian together with the status quo, he responded to that sentence and told him to never meet again.

Yu Wangnian listened to Lin Wan's sobbing every day from the second floor, and looked at the second floor but couldn't go up. What's the mood?

The younger brothers have the leisure to play chess in the attic.

The appearance of Yu Wangnian also caused a commotion among other ghosts on the first floor. These little ghosts did not seem to be very clear-minded. About as long as they were ghosts, they would lose their memories and gradually become muddled. But it didn't take long for the sharp cries to shake off the dust on the ceiling when they recognized the year.

The maid and maid had two red ghost eyes, and Yu Wangnian flew to the stairs together, as if to tear him apart.

Jin Cheng raised his hand to protect Tang Cuo's current situation, but the housekeeper also appeared, and once again faithfully guarded before Wang Nian.

Yu Wangnian didn't move, he still looked at the direction of the second floor, indifferent to everything around him. But the second floor was completely dark, except for the occasional whimper, I could not see anything.

Qi Hui had retracted into the kitchen and only came out with a head to watch the show-he had only heard of living people acting for ghosts, but he never expected to see the love and hatred of ghosts one day.

"Ah---" The maid opened her blood basin wide, grabbed the butler's hair, and bit it on his shoulder like crazy. It can be seen that people who wouldn't fight in their lifetime would only have so few tricks even if they were ghosts.

The housekeeper was so angry that he was about to break free, but he was inserted into the back of his head by a hairpin.

Ghosts are bloodless and entityless. The fight between illusion and illusion is deprived of the vivid colors that belong to the world. The whole picture is strange and dull.

Their bodies were constantly twisted during the fight. The sharp roar and ghost cry made the dust on the entire first floor tremble, and the few electric lights that remained were blinking. They would burst out sometime.

Qi Hui heard a tingling head and goose bumps on his arm, and at this moment, Yu Wannian finally turned around and drifted silently towards the basement.

After his figure disappeared into the closet, the fighting here finally subsided. The maids and maids gradually lost their eyes, and then continued to wander aimlessly in their respective areas according to the previous trajectory. The butler sat on the ground slightly tired, his arm was almost broken, and the hairpin was still inserted in the back of his head, and he was injured.

So far, the distribution of ghosts in the four areas of the basement, first floor, second floor, and attic has been completely clear.

"This family is really interesting," Jin Cheng commented.

At this time, only one lamp in the living room on the first floor was still on. The door to the living room was tightly closed, blocking the moonlight outside, making the mansion look more like a cage.

Jin Cheng looked back at Tangcuo. Under the dim light, Tang Cuo's eyes are the brightest existence in this chaotic space, which can not help people to explore carefully, and then sink deeper and deeper.

Tang Cuo didn't know what he was staring at himself again.

"What about your glazed lamp?" he asked.

"Here." Jin Cheng recovered, took out the glazed lamp and lit it, and listened to Tang Cuo asked, "What were you looking at?"

Jin Cheng was slightly stunned, and then he smiled and lifted the glazed lamp to light up Tang Cuo's face. He looked closely and said, "Well, it looks better than the black lamp."

He leaned forward slightly and lowered his head, leaning close.

Tang Cuo didn't hide, and his generous appearance gave Jin Cheng a sense of frustration, but it also made Jin Cheng curious, if he stayed at this time, whether Tang Cuo could remain calm.

And Tang Cuo thought he was very obvious-he could make Jin Cheng so close and so unscrupulous to look at it, in addition to being interesting to him, could there be other explanations?

As for blushing, it is impossible to blush, after all Tang Tang is a warrior.

He was only a little nervous, his limbs were slightly stiff, and his heartbeat was a little bit faster. In short, it was-a living soul rammed into a cold body.

This brightened his eyes, so he had to lower his eyes slightly to prevent his emotions from being too exposed. This is not like him anymore.

Jin Cheng finally found a pleasant trace from this tiny movement. He smiled and said nothing, but he was in a good mood.

Qi Hui looked at everything and felt that the big brothers could still frown under such circumstances. It seemed that they lacked basic respect for the haunted house, but he dare not say it.

Just then, a ray of light swept Qi Hui's corner of his eyes. He subconsciously reached out to stop, and the moment he stopped, he suddenly thought of a serious question-where did it come from?

It is now 9:30 in the evening, and there is no other light source on the first floor except for one lamp and Jin Cheng's glazed lamp.

Thinking of this, Qi Hui Huo Ran looked out the window. The living room had a large floor-to-ceiling window, but the window was covered by a broken curtain, and only the bleak moonlight showed through the hole in the curtain.

"Outside! It's the light outside!" Qi Hui shouted excitedly.

Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng didn't need him to remind that they had come to the window before the words fell. The moment the curtain opened, the dust fell, and the light just now reappeared, illuminating the flying dust.

Everything was like slow motion, the dust fluttered slowly, and the girl in the red dress standing in the overgrown courtyard also turned slowly.

She has a pair of pretty eyes like Lin Wan, a red skirt, black leather shoes, and long curly hair.

"Miss!" Qi Hui exclaimed again, his eyes involuntarily looked at her feet, his eyes widened, "Shadow, she has a shadow, she is alive!!!"

The only living nc in the copy of "Before Dawn" appeared.

Tang Cuo frowned.

The sudden appearance of a dead person in a large group of living people means that something has happened; it is not a good thing to suddenly appear a living person in a group of dead people.

To make matters worse, the young lady carried a large plastic bucket in her hand, and the light came from her flashlight. She didn't seem to see them in the room at all, so she carried the bucket to the wall and opened the lid to start dumping.

Through the window and the bleak moonlight, Tang Cuo could not see exactly what was in the bucket, but this did not prevent him from exerting his basic imagination.

"Isn't she pouring oil? Is she going to set fire to Yu Gongguan?" Qi Hui also guessed. The threat of death suddenly approached, making him take a step back subconsciously.

Still no one answered.

Jin Cheng's eyes were sharp, and he saw something hanging on the waist of the lady through the light, frowned, "Is that the key?"

Tang Cuo nodded.

The key that appears on the only living person nc must be critical. Either the key to the gate or the key to the piano room.

At this moment, the lady's footsteps drifted along the wall. She seemed to really want to spill oil on every corner outside the mansion and burn the whole place.

Tang Cuo thought of Rong Yi again.

In this time and space of 1936, the time was just over an hour, and several hours had passed since they entered the copy. Rong Yi must have seen the young lady, knowing that she was going to burn the mansion, he could manipulate the time to avoid the fire, but others could not.

Damn, it was overcast.