"Let's follow the light first." The Taoist priest squatted down and moved to the center of the floor closest to him.
Children's toys were piled in the middle of the floor, and the light flickered on the pile of debris. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the light was a small toy candle.
"Is there something down here?" the Taoist priest asked Xiang Qiao Nian.
Qiao Nian and Xiao Lan looked at each other and said, "There is a doll that was found here."
Xiaolan pursed her lips, "Then...the ghost jumped out from among the pile of things..."
"It's so exciting," Qin Yin sighed first, then hugged Xiaolan, "Okay, don't be afraid."
"After you find something... the NPC will appear..." The Taoist priest muttered, reaching out to flip through the pile of debris, "Ah, sure enough, there is something."
The Taoist priest shook his hands, picked up the candle with his left hand, and pulled out a beige cloth strip with his right hand.
"Hey, we didn't see this just now," Qiao Nian glanced at Xiaolan, "right?"
Xiaolan nodded, "Not just now."
"In order to prevent you from finding clues to the next level in advance, this should have been put here by the NPC after scaring you." The Taoist priest unfolded the banner, "According to common sense, if you know that there is an NPC hidden here, you will never look for it again.
Here it is.”
Xiaolan thought for a while.
Indeed.
As long as I look there, the NPC whose body was twisted into a coconut will appear in my mind.
"Whatever she has, I also want to have," the Taoist priest said, illuminating the cloth with a candle, "There is only one sentence."
On the linen strip as big as the palm of your hand, there are a few small red characters printed on it.
"Who is she? Who am I?" Qin Yin asked.
"It's Wen Mengli."
Jasmine's voice sounded from the corner.
She turned around, and the faint candlelight illuminated the cloth strip she held in her right hand.
"This is a piece of cloth found in the corner, and it also says something on it," Jasmine handed the piece of cloth to them, "If I die, she won't be allowed to live."
Xiaolan's back felt a little cold.
This is what Wen Mengli said to Wen Ya.
"I understand," Qiao Nian walked towards the desk, "This is my room. After I died, I left fragments of resentment in the room. After collecting the fragments, I can summon... uh..."
"Summoning what?"
No one can answer Qin Yin.
But they know it's definitely not something wonderful.
Qiao Nian hid her body far away, stretched out her hand, and pulled it gently, and the desk drawer opened with a crash.
The NPC in the drawer has left, leaving only the same piece of cloth.
Qiao Nian picked up the candle and illuminated the cloth, "My doll is the divine child."
The fool raised his arms and only stood on tiptoe a little before climbing to the vent on the roof. After a few gropings, he took down the cloth strip and the candle.
"I'm just different." The fool shook the cloth in front of several people.
There is only one last candle left.
Xiaolan looked up at the closet and sniffed.
When they opened the closet just now, the female ghost in red emerged from inside and almost scared the two of them to tears.
But now...they should all be gone.
Xiaolan thought sadly, yes, they should have gone to other rooms to ambush us.
The Taoist priest held a candle and started the process. He reached out and took down the candle from the wardrobe and handed it to Xiaolan. Then he turned around and held the door knocker of the wardrobe.
"squeak--"
"Hey hey hey hey..." A burst of sharp laughter.
The five lights flashed, went out, and then turned on simultaneously after a few seconds.
Before the Taoist priest exerted any force, the closet door opened by itself.
Xiaolan took a breath of air.
"Ah!——" A scream suddenly came from beside me, it was Jasmine's scream.
As soon as she heard the scream, Xiaolan could no longer restrain herself and started screaming.
Afterwards, a chorus of screams filled the room.
"Don't be afraid," the Taoist priest raised his voice, "it's just a dummy."
Hanging in the wardrobe was a female corpse dressed in red. The female corpse's neck was hooked on a wooden clothes hanger and was hanging in the air. When the wardrobe moved, the female corpse also slowly rotated.
However, as the Taoist priest said, the facial features and hair of the female corpse are all of a dummy texture. Of course, NPCs should not be dedicated to this level...
The last piece of cloth was held in the hands of the female corpse.
The Taoist Master held the female corpse's wrist and turned to look at Qiao Nian, "Come and get the last piece."
Qiao Nian showed an expression that said, "Although I think it makes sense, but the problem is that I don't dare." She huddled her neck in a defensive posture, and slowly moved closer.
She reached out with her fingertips, pried open the rubber fists clenched by the female corpse, quickly pulled out the last piece of cloth, and raised the hand with the female corpse, almost slapping Bao Mu on the back of the head.
A circle of little heads gathered around.
"Go to hell."
Four simple words.
After Qiao Nian finished speaking, he looked up at the others.
Jasmine picked up the other four pieces of cloth and asked, "Can it be a handwriting?"
"Same handwriting," the fool looked around, "but what can we tell from this?"
"That's strange," Jasmine crossed her arms, "Wen Mengli's last words were clearly a curse on Wen Ya, so why did she fall to death on her own?"
"Is this Wen Mengli?" Qin Yin patted the dummy's sleeves a few times.
"Could it be that it wasn't me who died, but I killed Wenya..."
Qiao Nian shouted excitedly, her desire to get the first kill burning again.
"Could it be..."
"Bah, bah, bah..." There was another sound on the radio, and everyone immediately shut up.
"Mengli, Mengli, aren't you happy?" A child's stiff voice came from the radio. This voice had an obvious mechanical feel. It should be a doll, "Mengli, Mengli, what do you want?"
"
The broadcast paused for a few seconds, but the sound of electricity was still there, and they knew that the episode was not over yet.
"What I want has always been very simple," a calm female voice slowly sounded, "I want to be the most special child of the Wen family. I want what others don't have. I want and have everything better than Wenya.
"
"Mengli, Mengli, everything about you is better than Wenya." The doll's voice sounded again.
"Nonsense," although the voice was lowered, they could still tell that this was the unruly little girl in the plot just now, "My... nothing is as good as Wenya, Wenya is better than me in everything."
...Wenya is prettier than me and has better grades than me. Everyone likes her, even Hu Yuxin...Hu Yuxin also likes her..."
"Mengli, Mengli," the doll said again, "your father is healthier than Wenya's father."
"Hmph, what's the use? Wenya's father, although in poor health, is so handsome and lets Wenya play with Yu Xin. My father, huh, just knows how to take care of me..."
"Mengli, Mengli," the doll's voice was a little gloomy, "Wenya likes you, but you don't like Wenya. This is where you are better than her."
"She's all pretending, she's the best at pretending, pretending in front of uncle, pretending in front of Yu Xin..."
"Mengli, Mengli," the voice became thicker, "but you have the best doll."