In the corner of the room, a loud radio suddenly sounded.
The plot is about to begin.
"Wenya, look what mom bought you?"
A woman's gentle voice reached their ears.
"Look, it's a doll! Didn't Wenya always want a beautiful doll? Mom bought it for Wenya, wouldn't you be happy?"
No answer.
Xiaolan's heart has already turned cold.
I am really the master of the ghost baby.
Oh, mom, don't ask, she's not happy.
"Okay, okay, Wenya, let's take it back to the room and play with it. Since you like it so much, you should cherish it as a partner." There was still only a woman's voice.
"Wenya, what are you doing standing here? Come to the house quickly."
After saying this, the woman's voice stopped.
Only then did Xiaolan look at the surrounding situation.
This is a closed space. Only one door can be seen in the four directions, which is the door they just walked in. Seven people are crowded in this small place, and the red light shines faintly, reflecting the things on the wall.
Although there was no door, there was something like a picture frame hanging on the wall. The picture frame was large, and the red paint on it had dried and peeled off. There was nothing around it except the picture frame.
"Wenya, what are you doing standing here? Come inside quickly." The woman's words rang out again from the loudspeaker hanging in the dark.
"What are we going to do?" Qin Yin protected Xiaolan while guarding against NPC raids.
The Taoist priest didn't understand anything about these young people, so he directly picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Hello, what do we need to do?"
The answer came quickly, "Hello, captain, the clues and instructions are all on the radio. What you have to do now is to find a way to enter the house."
"Find a way to enter the house..." Qiao Nian crossed her arms and looked into the corner, "Why is there no door here?"
Xiaolan tried to calm down.
The companions were all trying to find the door, but she was the only one thinking that if they couldn't get out, the NPC couldn't get in either. From this point of view... this was a safe place.
The lantern was quite bright, so it was not difficult to see clearly. Xiaolan took Qin Yin and moved him to the photo frame. He looked at the photo frame the size of a full-length mirror and said, "Will the clues be on this?"
"There's really nothing else." Jasmine got up from the ground and clapped her hands. "It's probably on top of the photo frame. Take a good look."
Xiaolan raised the lantern, and a group of people's faces came close to the photo frame.
"Eh?" Qin Yin pointed to the highest point of the photo frame, "There seems to be writing there."
The highest part of the photo frame was a little taller than the Taoist Priest and Fool, who were about 1.8 meters tall. The two stood on tiptoes to look hard, and finally shook their heads.
"There are words, but I can't see them clearly." The Taoist priest lowered his head and glanced at Xiaolan, "It has to be a little higher."
The last time they said this...
"What are you doing?" Xiaolan shrank in dissatisfaction.
But it was useless to shrink. Soon, Xiaolan was lifted up by the fool. She was holding the lantern with one hand and holding the wall with the other hand. The tip of her nose was bent to the edge of the photo frame. Her eyes widened to identify the wood.
small print.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"this……"
"What is it?" The fool held Xiaolan's leg very easily, "Is it the word?"
"Yes... it's my name," Xiaolan stuttered, "No... it's the name of my identity, Wenya."
"Wenya?" Jasmine frowned, "Is it just two words? It seems like there's more..."
"Write my name twice," Xiaolan's voice slowly lowered, "Wenya, Wenya, like this, twice."
Baomu lay on the wall and sniffed vigorously, "There is a faint smell of blood on the other side of the wall."
When Xiaolan heard this, she quickly took away her hand that was touching the wall.
Suddenly, there was a pop, and the color of the wall changed instantly, as if someone had taken off a layer of disguise, and a faint blue light seeped in. At the same time, the scene on the other side of the wall appeared.
The wall inside the photo frame instantly became transparent.
Xiaolan was startled, her body retreated with inertia, and she leaned over the fool's body.
Every time it is lifted up, it ends like this.
But the fool was obviously used to this operation. He raised his right shoulder and gave way to his left shoulder. Xiaolan's body circled half a circle above his head and then landed firmly back in his hand.
Xiaolan landed, squatted down, and hugged the fool's legs tightly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
"Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts over there," the fool put up a pergola and looked across the way, "There... it's also an empty room. There seems to be just a few more stools, um, three stools."
"Not only that," Jasmine pointed to the corner of the room, "Look, there's something else."
In the two corners of the wall within sight, there was a doll sitting on the ground obediently, with little hands drooped, and glass eyes staring at them intently.
"Wenya, what are you doing standing here? Come to the house quickly!"
The radio started urging again.
Who is standing? Xiaolan thought angrily, am I squatting?
She climbed up holding the photo frame, and when she was about to change her hand to carry the lantern, she found that the palm of her hand had changed.
Xiaolan rubbed her fingers and raised the lantern in front of her.
"The paint on this photo frame is peeled off." She showed her palms stained with red paint to the others. "My hands are all red. Do you have them too?"
The partners all looked at their palms.
"No."
"No……"
The fool leaned over to the photo frame and touched it, "This is done, Xiaolan, where did you rub the red on your hand?"
No one else has it?
The red paint on the palm of my hand is not completely dry yet, so it must have just been stained.
Xiaolan looked at the palm of her hand and then at the wall that had turned into glass.
She reached out and touched the glass surface.
A red handprint was imprinted on the glass.
It was quiet for a few seconds.
"Look!" Qin Yin shouted.
Symmetrical to Xiaolan's handprint, another bloody handprint slowly appeared on the glass.
The Taoist priest stood on a high place and looked down, "This glass is thick, and that fingerprint... comes from the opposite side."
Communication on both sides of the glass.
"I understand," Jasmine grabbed Xiaolan's shoulders, "Xiaolan, write your name."
Wenya.
Xiaolan raised her left hand and wrote her name on the glass with some difficulty.
On the opposite side of the glass, a red "wen" upside down gradually appeared.
Ya.
Complete the writing on both ends of the glass at the same time.
Xiaolan raised her hand, and at the same time, the sound of machine operation rumbled.
"Bang!"
Baomu on the far side let out a frightened "yeah" and quickly got out of the way.
The photo frame moved.
The left side protruded and the right side recessed. After a while, the photo frame turned into a half-open mechanical door, with half standing between them and the other half protruding into the front room.
Jasmine poked her head in.
"Sure enough, there are four dolls in total..."
"Hehehehehehe..." Before Jasmine could finish her words, harsh laughter rang out in the room, "Wenya is here! Wenya is here! Hehehehehe, Wenya is here to see us!