Chapter 67: Weird Residents
Chapter 67: Weird Residents
"Inspiration... I do have it. To be honest, I'm a writer of horror stories. The characteristic of this kind of novel is that it lists a bunch of rules and tells you what you can't do. Of course, you have to write it in a weird way."
"In fact, this kind of novel is not a particularly scary one. The horror that words can cause is actually very limited... But I don't know if it's because I'm too tired. I started to have some hallucinations. When I was writing stories at night, I always felt as if there were many eyes watching me."
"I was thinking, maybe it's really what you said, a Feng Shui problem? My friend, you came at the right time, can you help me take a look? I feel like sleeping, but I can't."
"No... or maybe I don't want to sleep either?"
Wen Xishu began to pretend to check the layout of the room. The layout of 14-1 was actually almost the same as his 14-2.
The only difference is that Wen Xishu's room is in its original state, while the writer Yin Junchi's room has some more personal items in the living room, such as photo albums, creative books, ashtrays, toilet paper, notebooks, and mobile phones.
Judging from his mobile phone and laptop, this writer's income is not low.
Wen Xishu discovered that checking other people’s houses did not consume any action energy and it was counted as “interaction with neighbors.”
Therefore, this game actually has a certain degree of freedom and technicality. Whether you can reasonably enter the other party's house and conduct an inspection, to what extent you can inspect, and how to avoid offending the other party all depends on your personal level.
In order to be able to examine for a longer time, Wen Xishu said:
"Your house is indeed a bit weird... Tell me honestly, have you encountered any strange things recently? Before you came here, did anyone persuade you not to come?"
"These things of yours don't look cheap. With your income, you shouldn't envy the people who live here."
"Why did you come here? Is it purely because of the high cost performance?"
Yin Junchi shook his head:
"It was mainly because I was updating too slowly, and my editors and readers were pushing me to update. So I posted a thread asking if there was a small black room suitable for updating."
"It turned out that there really is one. You may not believe it, but the person who sent me the private message is a well-known figure in Caicheng. It is the official Weibo account of Sanqiu Group. They said that they prepared a room for me that can stimulate inspiration."
Wen Xishu was slightly moved. This guy was of high status. He was not an ordinary novelist but a best-selling author. He was actually invited in on his own initiative.
Wen Xishu felt that this person would give him a lot of clues:
"There is indeed something wrong with the placement of some things in this room. I may have to check it out. Don't worry, I promise I will find the answer right away. By the way, is it convenient for me to know your pen name?"
Regardless of whether it can produce immediate results or not, just say it first. At worst, you can make up a story later. Anyway, the other party seems to believe it, which gives Wen Xishu a lot of room to maneuver.
Yin Junchi said:
"My pen name is Santianlianghuo Jiao Peijia."
"What a good name! It's a good pen name comparable to Togashi Yoshihiro. Although I've never heard of it, I'm sure your updates will be...very sharp. By the way, is there anyone else living in this house?"
“No, no, I completely exclude other people from my creative process.”
Wen Xishu nodded, understanding what was going on.
According to the known situation, someone died in seven families and the seven families were broken up, but the text does not mean that all seven families died out.
However, Yin Junchi's family only has Yin Junchi. In other words, this man will encounter an unexpected event in seven days.
"It's a pity that we don't know the cause of death. Although this person currently seems to have some mental problems, with dark circles under his eyes due to excitement, and typical insomnia. But he is definitely not going to die."
Wen Xishu put together various clues in his mind and said:
"You said you were having hallucinations. I saw that the placement of the items in this room could easily attract some of these things. Tell me what the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations were, and I'll see if I can find some clues."
Yin Junchi said:
"That's great. I'll tell you right away."
Wen Xishu actually didn't find anything worthy of attention, so it is very likely that Yin Junchi's problem lies with himself.
This writer had no doubts about Wen Xishu.
In his opinion, those who can enter here have all been screened by the Sanqiu Group, so how could they have bad intentions?
Yin Junchi began to talk about his visions and auditory hallucinations.
Wen Xishu listened silently.
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Wen Xishu has begun to obtain information related to the main mission.
In comparison, the other four people each have their own problems.
Wen Xiange is a very enthusiastic person. Even though he is in the bunker, Wen Xiange will promote the teachings of the Xishu Religion to anyone he meets, hoping that people can find tranquility and peace from Wen Xishu.
But he was not stupid and knew that he couldn't do this in the three towers. After all, he couldn't take these cultists back to the bunker.
The point is not to spread the doctrine, but to establish good relationships and then slowly overcome the other person's psychological defenses so that they can understand the preciousness of life again.
Wen Xiange is actually very good at this.
So he didn't choose to interact with his neighbors right away, but to cook some delicious food first. In the fresh-keeping layer of the kitchen refrigerator, there are seasonal vegetables and fruits. In the frozen layer, there are lamb and beef.
Although the supplies in the bunker are randomly obtained from the three towers, many people have mastered cooking skills and make money by processing the supplies.
Wen Xiange had this ability. He was grateful to everyone who could bring level 6 supplies, because with these supplies, no one would go hungry for a period of time, and with sufficient food, he could practice the skills of processing food.
He brought the delicious and mouth-watering food and wanted to share it with his neighbors.
But the strange thing is that after Wen Xiange knocked on the door, he found out that the resident of 7-5 was a big guy with not much more hair than the bald Wen Xiange.
His whole body was covered with trembling fat. His attitude was good at first, but after seeing the food brought by Wen Xiange, he said with some disgust:
"What's delicious? I'm trying to lose weight recently. Sorry, I can't eat these things. I have to lose weight. I have to lose weight before I can go on a blind date."
Wen Xiange was shocked. He didn't expect that this big guy, who seemed to have a good appetite, would actually refuse his delicious food...
With a bang, the door closed.
Wen Xian Ge became the one who ended today's activities.
[Interaction with neighbors has ended. 50 action points have been deducted. The current remaining action points are 20 points.]
All the events in the Wen Xiange list that require action points are now grey and cannot be triggered.
He was a little depressed, and he felt a little better only after he finished eating the food he made.
He also made some attempts, such as what would happen if he went out again after losing his mobility.
There are no bugs, of course.
At least the method he thought of had no bugs. When Wen Xiange was about to do this, the following prompt appeared.
[You no longer have the ability to act and cannot proceed. ]
Wen Xiange's body began to be controlled, and then he sat back on the sofa in the living room. About thirty seconds later, his body regained control.
At this moment, Wen Xiange suddenly felt a little scared.
There's no way to leave this place.
As he thought about this, he felt that the temperature in the room seemed a little low, and his stomach felt a little nauseous.
He suddenly felt that the so-called delicacies he made might not be that delicious.
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Wu Xianga's luck was better than Wen Xiange's. Wu Xianga was on the first floor.
He was at 21-8, and the neighbor he was going to visit was the resident of 21-9.
The resident on this floor was a college student, the kind who stayed at home. Wu Xiangjiao was thinking that after sneaking in, he could steal something.
Although he had been educated, with the help of Wen Xian Ge, he had no other bad habits except being a little lustful, and he had not stolen anything for a long time...
However, this time, in order to ensure the survival of all members of the Xishu Cult, Wu Xiangjiao thought that it would be nice if he could steal something valuable that could provide clues.
Wu Xiangjiao was quite good at talking, and his ruffian attitude was very much to the university student's liking.
After the two chatted for a while at the door, Wu Xiangjiao was invited into the room.
There are many two-dimensional things in the college student's room, such as posters of beautiful women with huge breasts, figurines of warriors with golden hair and muscles in an exploded state, and the smell of heather in the air.
This made Wu Xiangjiao think of a breakthrough point. What should boys of this age talk about? Of course, they should talk about women.
Wu Xiangjiao thought so, but when he talked about this topic...
The college student's expression immediately became serious:
"Doing that kind of thing will only consume ourselves. We can't indulge in it. A Jiao, you too. If you do that kind of thing, I will look down on you."
"You should read more philosophy books and study more knowledge. In this world, can carnal desires be the only thing that can satisfy us? You disappoint me! You need to be a superior person!"
Huh? Wu Xiangyao was confused.
Seeing Wu Xiangyao's expression, the college student shook his head and said:
"Maybe we are not the same kind of people. You should go back. I want to study. I am a student of the law department of Caicheng University. In the future, I want to be a prosecutor!"
The book on his desk is actually a comic book. It tells the story of a protagonist who got a pair of magical glasses that can see all kinds of data. So the protagonist starts to collect a harem with the help of the glasses.
Wu Xiangjiao was not stupid. He thought his judgment was correct. How could a student of this age not desire big thunder and long legs? But he did not expect that after talking about women, the other party ordered him to leave!
Could it be... that this is because of the Sage Time?
[Interaction with neighbors has ended. 50 action points have been deducted. The current remaining action points are 45 points.]
In this way, Wu Xiangjiao was forced to leave the college student's house and return to his own home.
His remaining action points are now 45. What he can do is to initiate meetings and explore his room.
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Among the few people, A Miao is the one who has made the most progress, except Wen Xishu.
She lives on a very high floor, on the 35th floor, and looking out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, she can see a beautiful view.
But she had no intention of appreciating it, because after her body was controlled to knock on the neighbor's door, she was very nervous and scared, afraid that there would be something weird here.
But the resident of room 35-13 was a comedian, a very funny comedian. When he heard Ah Miao knocking on the door, he immediately opened it.
He seemed very happy:
"Wow! You must be the new neighbor who moved in today! Great, great! Hahahaha, welcome, welcome, come and visit my home!"
The comedian was very enthusiastic. He prepared food and water for A-miu and invited A-miu to watch movies he had starred in.
In the movie, he plays a villain. But this villain doesn't have that kind of oppressive feeling, but more like a comedian type of character, who is bullied by the protagonist, and then threatens to come back to deal with the protagonist next time, and keeps fighting after repeated failures, using funny failures to create laughs. A Miao thinks the comedian's performance is very good. There is a plot where the comedian said: So what.
The comedian was then slapped repeatedly by a group of people and mocked, "What's wrong with you?"
The slapping sound was very loud, a series of "pa pa pa pa", and the comedian had several changes of expression during the process.
"Isn't it great? Hahahaha, when the audience watched this clip, they were all playing on my jokes! I'm very happy to make them laugh."
"Oh, I was beaten really badly at that time. It hurt so much in the first few times, my expressions were not right, and the director even stopped a few times. Hahahahaha..."
A Miao didn't expect that the other party was such an optimistic person.
After talking with the other party for about half an hour, Ah Miao's mood also improved. Infected by that smile, he gradually forgot about the bad things in his life. He even didn't think the strange tower was scary.
The comedian left a good impression on A Miao, but A Miao didn't know how to continue the topic.
Because the topics are found by the comedians themselves:
"You don't look very happy. I felt it the first time I saw you, but that's life. Everything is worth being happy and joyful!"
"Thank you... Don't you ever feel uncomfortable? Filming a scene like that, and being teased by the audience... Don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Oh, how can you say that? This is all a pleasant experience. There are many things in this world that can bring happiness. Maybe they make you feel uncomfortable, but for me, they are happiness worth savoring."
The actor continued to laugh.
Ah Miao felt healed, but that was all. Many of the topics she raised were brought up by the comedian with the great theme of enjoying life to the fullest.
Ah Miao was still not strong enough. About an hour later...
She had no choice but to leave the room.
[Interaction with neighbors has ended. 50 action points have been deducted. The current remaining action points are 45 points.]
Once again, her body began to be driven by a mysterious force and stood up against her will.
But perhaps encouraged by the actor's eyes, A Miao couldn't help but wonder, what could be the big deal?
When life is going well, you should enjoy it to the fullest. You should not get angry or sad about the suffering in front of you.
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The most speechless person among them has to be Xiaowu.
Xiaowu is in Room 28 on the 10th floor, and the neighbor he wants to visit is in Room 28-11.
This neighbor is a lawyer.
When the lawyer opened the door, Xiaowu, as a former prisoner, was a little scared when faced with this profession that was extremely good at sending people to jail.
Although at first, he didn't know that the other party was a lawyer.
But as soon as the other party opened his mouth, Xiaowu understood:
"Hello... Um, this is Cai Shen Law Firm, I'm lawyer Jiang Yingce... What do you want to talk to me about?"
Xiaowu also stuttered:
"Oh... My name is Xiaowu. I'm your new neighbor. I want to talk to you and get to know you."
Jiang Yingce nodded:
"Then...then please come in. But I'm cleaning the room. I'm sorry...my room is still not clean enough. I...why don't you wait a little longer?"
He seemed very hesitant and confused. At first he thought about letting the other person in, but when he thought about how dirty his room was, he decided not to let the other person in to laugh at him.
The door opened slowly and then closed again.
Xiaowu stood outside the door, a little confused.
Because that’s all fifty points of action power is?
He still didn't observe the lawyer carefully enough, so he made a wrong opening statement.
But Xiaowu still gained something.
After his body was forcibly dragged back to his room, Xiaowu felt uncomfortable.
strange.
"His room is so...so clean that it glows!"
Even someone with severe mysophobia wouldn't have such a clean room. Xiao Wu suddenly felt a little scared. He scratched his ears and cheeks, and suddenly wanted to take a shower.
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Compared to others, the writer that Wen Xishu experienced was the most normal.
This is the story the writer tells.
"I was having a hard time writing, and then someone from the Sanqiu Group said that this room had a good magnetic field that would help me write, so I came here."
"Honestly, the first night was actually okay... We write ghost stories, and although the finished product isn't too scary, sometimes I get scared when I'm thinking about the plot."
"Some people say that authors who write horror novels are courageous... That's wrong. Some particularly courageous people may write very well, but people with less courage can often do better at the same level."
"Well, I was just making excuses for my cowardice. Anyway, I was scared by the plot I came up with."
"I started to have these images and sounds in my head. They were terrifying to me."
"On a dimly lit flat ground, a group of people formed many circles, and I was in the middle of them. They all looked at me with eyes that showed no emotion... but just wanted to open their eyes as wide as possible."
"Every one of their eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out. And then everyone's mouth opened wide... Can you imagine this expression?"
At this point, the writer Yin Junchi suddenly began to open his eyes wide and opened his mouth. He opened his eyes as if his eyeballs were going to pop out, but the force with which he opened his mouth was no weaker than when he opened his eyes.
This expression made Wen Xishu frown slightly.
Try following this expression, open your eyes as hard as you can, and then open your mouth as hard as you can, also using as much strength as you can.
If you do this, you will find that this is the expression of fear.
This expression could naturally convey fear to others. Wen Xishu did not feel terrified, but he realized the evil in it.
Yin Junchi is still telling:
"Totally, how many people were there? Let me think... I have to think, there were 630 people in total! They were surrounding me in circles! They were surrounding me in circles, their eyes were staring at me, their eyes were full of bloodshot, their mouths were opened as wide as possible, and they were making strange roars."
Six hundred and thirty people? Such a precise number surprised Wen Xishu.
But soon, that subtle feeling of fear came.
If hundreds of people sit around you, surrounding you in a circle, can you count how many people there are in an instant? Perhaps someone with a very high mathematical talent can do it, but Yin Junchi is probably not such a genius.
So why did Yin Junchi know that there were 630 people forming circles and making strange roars at him?
Wen Xishu guessed——
Most likely, Yin Junchi couldn't escape from the illusion, so he could only be surrounded and start counting numbers. This scene might not be scary, but after you counted six hundred terrified faces, I'm sure the mental pollution in your heart would not be too low.
Wen Xishu found this interesting:
"Is there any follow-up?"
"No, no. I just have this kind of hallucination frequently. It's so scary. I seem to have been struggling in the hallucination for a long time, but when I get rid of it, I find that only a short time has passed."
Yin Junchi said:
“Writing is the only thing that calms me down. If I close my eyes and try to rest, hallucinations will attack me from time to time.”
"But you know what, I can write, and when I'm in the process of writing, I feel at peace. That's great, and honestly, that's the flow state I'm looking for."
"I wish I could stay like this forever, but my mind tells me I have to find a way to rest."
"This state is great, but it's impossible for the body to stay in this state all the time! Impossible!"
Yin Junchi suddenly widened his eyes, opened his mouth, and said in a somewhat ferocious tone:
"Good neighbor, can you help me right?"
This scene made Wen Xishu feel more and more interesting. You know, Yin Junchi was quite normal at first, although he had dark circles under his eyes, but few people who write novels don't have them.
But gradually, Wen Xishu realized that when Yin Junchi recalled these fears, his heart began to fluctuate greatly.
He began to look a little weird and crazy, he actually made such a terrified expression to himself.
"I'm watching." Wen Xishu replied.
In fact, there is no problem with the placement of any items in the house. There are very few Feng Shui items in modern decoration. Feng Shui issues are often solved by the developer when a real estate project is launched.
People in civil engineering know this best. Before a project starts, there is often a sum of money specifically used to hire a Feng Shui master.
Wen Xishu didn’t understand any of this, he just took the opportunity to check the items with notes.
With more than ten points of magic resistance, he has actually discovered several items with notes.
First up is the laptop.
[A notebook with excellent performance, high cost, but rarely used. ]
Then came the mobile phone.
[A mobile phone with excellent performance, high cost, and frequent calls for manuscripts. ]
Then there is the bed.
[Very soft and comfortable, but it is easy to get sleep paralysis. ]
Finally, there is a newspaper.
[A newspaper from an unreliable newspaper company, with many bizarre stories in it, often used as a publication for Yin Junchi to find inspiration. It is much luckier than other issues of the newspaper because it is read repeatedly. ]
No more.
There are no other noted items in this room, which means that there is nothing strange about the other items.
Wen Xishu had a preliminary judgment in his mind, and he asked:
"Mr. Yin, can you tell me if you had any hallucinations when you first moved in, before you started to come up with the plot for the ghost story?"
(Two updates, 10,000 words! I will continue to post 10,000 words tomorrow. But I am still not used to posting books at midnight... I may change it back to posting books at 12 noon tomorrow.)
(End of this chapter)