"Why didn't you reply to our message?" Jasmine asked in a roundabout way.
Zhao Baihuan opened his mouth, lowered his head slightly and pretended to organize things, "Ah, I've been too busy these days."
Jasmine glanced at the Taoist Priest, who nodded slightly, stepped forward and asked, "Zhao Qianle came to see us, did you know?"
Zhao Baihuan's eyes wandered for a moment, and his tone of voice sounded quite unconcerned, "Well, what does Qianle want to do with you?"
"Don't you know what he is looking for us for?" The Taoist priest stared at Zhao Baihuan's profile, "Didn't you ask him to look for us?"
"Did Qian Le tell you this?" Zhao Baihuan smiled helplessly, "I don't know why he went to find you, but I can guess and know what he probably means."
Xiaolan and Baomu stayed away from the turbulent Shura field, stood at the edge of the crowd, and looked at the picture on the screen together.
Zhao Baihuan has already pressed the pause button, and the scene freezes on a group of people huddled behind the door guessing the password.
There is a door in the picture, a wooden box next to the door, a wall painted with strange patterns, and a dark and dark corridor in the distance.
This is the second room.
"Huh?" Baomu suddenly pointed to the corner of the screen and said, "This seems to be Bobo's arm."
In the corner of the picture, half of a slender arm was exposed. The hand was tugging on the clothes of a boy in front of him, looking like he was about to be taken into the frame.
"Can you recognize even one arm?" Qin Yin squinted his eyes.
"No, because these sleeves," Baomu motioned for them to look carefully, "are the white puff sleeves on Bobo's dress. It's very special. It's the one she wore when she came to see us for the first time."
Jasmine's sharp eyes moved away from Baomu and glanced at Zhao Baihuan, "Are you looking at the old surveillance video?"
"Well, let's just forget about it," Zhao Baihuan didn't even raise his head, "What? Are you friends here?"
The Taoist priest walked to Zhao Baihuan and leaned lazily against the table he was clearing. "Not only that, after our friend finished playing this game, something strange happened to him."
"What's weird?" Zhao Baihuan paused for a moment.
"He seemed to be possessed by a ghost. He kept chanting, Wansheng... Wansheng..." The Taoist priest's voice was light and airy, as if he was telling a ghost story.
Zhao Baihuan put down the document in his hand and turned his face slightly, "What then?"
"We started to investigate the solution," the Taoist priest crossed his arms in front of his chest, "and found that we need to find out what happened to Wan Sheng first. Just in time, your brother told us that you are not from Wenjing.
From Fengwu."
Zhao Baihuan remained motionless.
The Taoist priest glanced at him and continued, "We contacted the school where Wan Sheng studied and found a strange question - why did Wan Sheng pretend to be a deaf-mute? Who asked him to do this?
"
Everyone's eyes were like countless sharpened knives, poking and stabbing at Zhao Baihuan.
They need answers.
Only when you know the answer can you know how to hide it.
All the answers lie here with Zhao Baihuan.
Zhao Baihuan's hands were placed on the table, and the angle of his fingers did not change. He stood there blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The picture in the room seemed to freeze together with the picture on the monitor.
There was dead silence.
Xiaolan tried hard to slow down her breathing and not let her gasping sound affect the silence at this moment.
Just when everyone was guessing what the other person was thinking, something unexpected happened.
As if pressing an accelerator button, Zhao Baihuan suddenly raised her right hand and threw the document in her hand towards the Taoist priest's face. The flying pages were mixed with thick dust and scattered in the air for a while. The Taoist priest hurriedly avoided the chance.
With the paper on his face, Xiaolan saw a door suddenly appear on the other side of Zhao Baihuan among the snow-white A4 paper and dust particles. He flashed into the door instantly, before the Taoist priest arrived.
Next to the door, the door closed quietly and quickly at about the same speed as when it opened.
After closing it, it is completely impossible to tell that there was a door there.
"He ran away!" Luo Jiutian shouted out the obvious fact.
"Fool," the Taoist priest put his hand on the wall, "kick it away."
"Okay," the fool stepped forward, "Where to kick?"
"Right here."
With a bang, a big hole appeared in the thin secret door. It seemed that the lock was stronger than the door, so the fool simply made some repairs and removed the entire door from the door frame.
"Huh? This looks like a scene from the Eight Immortals Village." The fool stood inside the door and looked inside.
Inside was a deep darkness that had not seen the light of day for a long time. A few beams of bright light swept across the table, wooden bed and other furnishings in the room. Instead of driving away the terror, it somehow seemed to add a touch of coldness to the scene.
"It seems that this is one of the entrances for the staff," Jasmine walked in slowly, "Zhao Baihuan took us to this room. According to the plot Bobo told us, this should be the room where players worship the dead and piece together the truth.
The bedroom of one of the deceased."
"You actually remember this." Qin Yin couldn't help but praise.
"This is a trivial matter."
"Zhao Baihuan is not here," the fool had finished searching, "it seems that he ran to other rooms."
"Baomu, can you smell which direction he is?"
Baomu closed his eyes and sniffed hard, then frowned and opened his eyes, "I can't tell, his smell is everywhere here."
"It's okay," the Taoist priest comforted, "there are other ways."
"However, there are some other smells here," Baomu's eyes drifted to one place, "There is more here... It seems to be a musty smell. It was not there last time, but it was the kind of musty smell with a slight aroma."
"It's been closed for such a long time, so it's normal for it to smell musty." The fool walked to a door and pushed it hard. "It's locked, as are the other doors. Zhao Baihuan must be hiding in one of the doors."
The Taoist priest and Jasmine made a plan. In order to prevent Zhao Baihuan from slipping away from the official entrance of the scene, Jasmine took Luo Jiutian and Qiao Nian to perform the task of blocking other exits. The five of them continued the pursuit in the scene.
"This door." The Taoist priest clicked on the door in front of him.
The fool sighed, stood up from the prop chair, raised his leg and kicked it, and the broken door lock fell to the ground with a clatter.
"I think it's this one." Qin Yin pointed to a door and said.
"Bang!"
Another fruitless kick.
"Try this one, idiot brother." Baomu patted the other wooden door.
"Bang!"
Empty.
"When we came here last time, why didn't we realize that there were so many doors here?" Qin Yin pointed to another door, "Here, try this."
"Bang!"
"Let me take a look...it's strange. There are so many rooms here...look at that door..."
"Wait a minute, please confirm whether it's okay for me to kick you. No matter how strong I am, that's not what I'm used to."