"Do you want to go in and take a look?"

Chen Ge held the tool hammer and felt like he was caught by a cat. He wanted to smash the door and see what was written on the paper.

"There is a post on the campus post bar that said five students had entered Muyang Middle School to test their courage. They played the pen fairy game in the last classroom. Will the paper and pen on the table be left behind by them?"

Chen Ge thought about it for a while and felt it was unlikely. According to the description in the post, the five students finally found two more people. They were so scared that they almost collapsed and left the classroom in a panic. In the process, they would definitely encounter tables and chairs in the classroom. But at this time, the tables and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged, and it didn't seem like someone had been in and out.

"Of course, it is not ruled out that after they left, the tables and chairs were reorganized, or that the five of them had all been replaced, and five ghosts came out of the classroom."

Thinking of this, Chen Ge put down the tool hammer, and he felt that it would be safer to leave this classroom until the end.

After leaving the teaching building, Chen Ge came to the door of the dormitory building.

There were not many rooms in the dilapidated two-story building. He walked around for a long time before he found an iron plate with paint falling out in the corridor. The handwriting was blurred. The rough idea was that there was a girl living on the second floor and the boy stopped.

“This school is really simple.”

Taking off the raincoat and hat, Chen Ge wiped the water that had penetrated into his collar and was about to walk in when his cell phone vibrated and someone called.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered it casually: "Heshan?"

"Boss, I'll give your phone number to my senior sister. She said she would contact you when her dad gets home."

"Okay, is there anything else?"

"It's not a big deal. Qin Guang has already started the air. Are you sure you won't go and have a look? The actor he invited pretended to be the murderer next door, and the opening scene was all imitating you. Even the reasoning was the same as you. I was too lazy to complain."

"Let him broadcast it, I will start broadcasting later. Remember to support it."

"Damn it! You're going to start the broadcast!" Heshan's tone was raised, and he seemed very excited.

Chen Ge also felt that it was a very happy thing to have the audience so expecting it: "It's been a long time since I've been broadcasting, so I'm going to have a thrill this time."

There was no sound on the other side of the phone. After a few seconds, he heard footsteps. Heshan seemed to be wearing slippers and ran all over the dormitory, slapping the bed board one by one: "Everyone got up and watched the live broadcast! Today is another deadly life and death situation!"

Heshan was very enthusiastic, but Chen Ge on the phone always felt strange when he listened to his words.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Ge clicked on the short video software, Qin Guang's live broadcast of Haunted House was very popular on the homepage. He went in and watched it for a while. The other party was operating a team and had special people to photograph. Qin Guang was only responsible for reasoning and finding clues.

Not to mention anything else, just the live broadcast quality will be the other party to crush Chen Ge, and they have indeed made very careful preparations.

"The popularity is 680,000. If I were to promote my horror house, then tourists would not be able to crowd the park gate the next day?"

Live broadcasts and short videos are Chen Ge's only publicity methods now. Qin Guang's headline live broadcast also pointed out a way for Chen Ge. As long as he can grow bigger, the platform may spend all resources and channels to support him one day.

"Don't worry, take your time, set a small goal for yourself first, and live through tonight before talking about it."

Chen Ge quit Qin Guang's live broadcast room and started his own live broadcast. He was in the wilderness, with extremely poor signal, blurry live broadcast images, and sometimes the barrage would still be stuck and he didn't respond for a long time.

"Although my live broadcast has poor quality, my live broadcast has content. Compared with Qin Guang, they have their own advantages..."

The barrage was invisible, and Chen Ge couldn't communicate with his friends. He held up his mobile phone and briefly introduced Muyang Middle School, and then stopped following the live broadcast.

After walking on the first floor of the dormitory building for a long time without any gains, Chen Ge came to the second floor with a tool hammer.

"The girls' dormitory looks no different from the boy's dormitory?"

Textbooks and garbage were piled up in the room. When the school was closed, many things in the dormitory building were not cleaned up.

Chen Ge turned on the flashlight and checked patiently. When he passed by the fourth dormitory on the second floor, he suddenly found four chairs side by side in the middle of the dormitory, and there were a few pieces of white paper and a ballpoint pen on the chair.

"The paper and pen are very new, and they are incompatible with other things in the dormitory. They should have been put in later."

This is the second time Chen Ge has seen brand new paper and pen. He always feels that there is something wrong with these two things.

The rusty lock was just a decoration. Chen Ge smashed it hard for a few times and the dormitory door opened.

A musty smell came to his face. He covered his mouth and nose, walked to the front of the chair, and looked at the flat white paper.

There are four pieces of white paper in total, and the first piece of white paper says: "When will I die?"

The second white piece of paper reads—“How will I die?”

The third white piece of paper reads—“Who will be the next one to die?”

The fourth piece of white paper is blank and there is nothing.

"Is the Pen Xian game?"

Chen Ge searched around the house to see if he could find any remaining information. Unfortunately, the time interval was too long and many things were incomplete.

The search did not get any results, and Chen Ge put his eyes on the white paper in the middle of the room: "No one can tell the specific reason of the Bixian game, but I have read some reports. It is said that because of breathing, heartbeat, blood flow, etc., the human body is shaking gently anytime and anywhere. People who have not been professionally trained will definitely move unconsciously when they keep the same posture when their arms are suspended for a long time. This is the instinctive reaction of the body and has nothing to do with Bixian."

Chen Ge fixed the mobile phone that was being broadcast on the bed to ensure that the camera could capture himself and four chairs side by side.

"It is only after all the four side tasks of Muyang Middle School are completed, the trial tasks will be 100%. Let's start with this."

He turned around and closed the dormitory door, stood alone in the room, struggling for three or four minutes, sat on the ground, and grabbed the ballpoint pen.

He told himself not to panic. Chen Ge put the doll on his chest, then held the pen in his right hand and the tool hammer in his left hand, and began to try the Pen Xian game.

He recalled the game process of the students in the post bar. He gently raised his arms, held the pen upright, touched the white paper with the tip of the pen, closed his eyes, and began to recite in his mouth: "Bixian Bixian, you are my past life, I am your present life. If you want to come, draw circles on the paper."

After reading it, Chen Ge tried his best to calm himself down. His hands hovered on the paper and his body remained motionless.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and some kind of change began to appear in the campus covered by night.

The musty smell in the dormitory weakened, and the cold wind that came from somewhere blew the white paper on the chair. Not long after, Chen Ge suddenly opened his eyes. He felt someone grabbed his hand just now.

Without resistance, Chen Ge stared at his right hand with his eyes, held the hammer with his left hand, and was ready to swing it over.bdshare();
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