MTL - Top Horror Novelist-Chapter 7
A touch as cold as water slid over the back of Chi Yiyin's neck, instantly arousing goosebumps on his arms instinctively.
Chi Yiyin froze in place, he suppressed his instincts, and didn't turn around immediately to check what was behind him. A corner curtain blown by the wind? still…
human hair.
The black that quickly spread from behind quickly gave Chi Yiyin the answer.
The surrounding temperature continued to drop, the frost spread from the ground to the wall, and there was a shrill scream in the air, as if this was not a boudoir at all, but a morgue where corpses were parked.
The smooth and black hair climbed onto Chi Yiyin's shoulders and entered his field of vision. Before he could react, he quickly tied his arms, then his legs...
It blocked all possibility of Chi Yiyin's escape.
And just in the blink of an eye, the hair has already wrapped him into a cocoon, strangling him tightly, but also bringing a sense of suffocation, making him feel that his stomach has been punched, and even his internal organs have been squeezed Pressed into a ball, nausea rushed to his throat, but he could only watch helplessly as the hair rushed straight into his eyes.
At that moment, in Chi Yiyin's eyes, the whole world seemed to be in slow motion, moving forward frame by frame.
He resisted the pressure of his eyes being pierced, the more dangerous the brain was, the calmer he was, and he began to push backwards using the hair as a clue. He expects that there are traces to follow, even a malicious system will not be out of order.
The woman in the mirror in the boudoir, the girl who got out of the car that I saw in a daze, the woman who flashed by in the mist outside the house, the headline of female ghost in the newspapers in the hands of people in Gushu Town...
After being observed by Chi Yiyin, the memories that were sealed in his mind as material were recalled at this time, quickly supporting Chi Yiyin's guess.
Seeing that his hair was about to wrap Chi Yiyin completely, he yelled suddenly, "Are you going to kill yourself, and let Ma Qing get what he wants!"
When Ma Qing's name was called out, Chi Yiyin's hair, which was pointed all the way like a bamboo shoot, finally had a different reaction, hanging in front of Chi Yiyin's eyes, less than a centimeter away from his eyeballs.
The name of Ma Qing, the young master of the Ma family, seems to have a very special meaning to the owner of the hair, just hearing it is enough to shake him.
It worked, you guessed it.
The one who attacked him was the woman in the mirror, and it was Ma Yuze, the eldest daughter of the Ma family.
his role-playing object.
Chi Yiyin smiled and hit the iron while it was hot: "Ma Qing hates you and wants you to occupy the family property after you die. Are you going to let him get his wish like this? Miss Ma, although this is your home, but now, I am Ma Yuze. "
"Killing me is tantamount to killing yourself. At that time, relatives will hurt enemies, is this what you want to see?"
"On the contrary, if you help me, you are helping yourself..."
Chi Yiyin's eyes flickered, and she deliberately and slowly lowered her voice, not only to skillfully elicit empathy from the listener, but also to give herself a chance to breathe.
The long hair tightly strangled his waist and abdomen, making him almost out of breath. All the problems caused by suffocation appeared on his body. Not only did gold stars appear in front of his eyes, but only humming noises remained in his ears. The white noise made it difficult for him to hear his own voice clearly.
Chi Yiyin took a deep breath with great effort, holding on to her heart and lungs that were about to explode so that she would not look abnormal.
And his voice is inexplicably alluring and convincingly magical: "Give me a chance, let me show you... the ending you want."
There was silence all around.
Changfa neither continued to attack Chi Yiyin nor let him go, just froze in place, as if hesitating the authenticity of his words.
Chi Yiyin didn't slack off, quickly looked around his body, and checked the places that could be used for him one by one in his mind.
The first thing he ruled out was the force breakthrough.
The brooch and glasses pinned to the suit may be useful, and the large scissors on the round table next to it are particularly eye-catching, but Chi Yiyin doesn't intend to try it, and struggling without purpose will only irritate the female ghost.
If you want to do it, you can kill it with one knife, or you can't do it at all. Hesitating is the most harmful thing, and you can't get along with both sides.
After all, Chi Yiyin is a person who writes at his desk all year round. Even though he often explores dangerous places for inspiration, and his physical strength is much better than ordinary people, he is not enough for the female ghost behind him.
He didn't need to try, and he knew that the long hair that bound him was not something he could break free.
Since you want to negotiate, you must show the minimum sincerity.
Especially now that he is at a disadvantage.
As soon as Chi Yiyin stepped into the boudoir, she only had time to take a look, when she was attacked by the female ghost, and she didn't see what was in the room at all.
But now, he immediately locked on a hanging picture in the room.
Western-style oil painting, depicting the sky and the yellow wheat field. The composition is simple, the brushstrokes are immature, and the only bright spot is that the colors are really bright, as if you can feel the painter's sunny mood.
But such a painting, hanging in Miss Ma's room, seemed very strange.
The whole Ma's house is a simple and elegant Hui style building. Even if there are Western objects such as a clock, the overall style is Chinese style, not like hanging oil paintings.
Besides, for the wealthy Ma family, even if it is decorated with oil paintings, it will not be of this level.
The most likely possibility is that this painting was made by the eldest lady.
What the master of the painting wants is freedom in the wild.
Chi Yiyin paused, and had an idea in her mind: "They will lock you even when you go home, so why would they let you go back to school? Miss Ma, do you want to stay here forever?"
The long hair in front of him moved, and the strength restraining Chi Yiyin began to loosen, as if he had been hit by what he said.
He smiled and added another blow: "I have a way to make you leave, it depends on whether you are willing to believe me. How about it, do you want to gamble once?"
But this time after speaking, the long hair didn't move at all. It seemed that Chi Yiyin guessed the wrong direction, and the female ghost was not moved by him.
As time passed by, fine beads of sweat appeared on Chi Yiyin's forehead, which wet his silver-gray hair. The arm that was cut by his sister was once again tightened by the long hair until the scabs burst, and the blood wet the sleeves of his shirt, making him uncomfortable and sticky.
But Chi Yiyin didn't even frown, she was still smiling sincerely, showing her sincerity to the female ghost who didn't know where her main body was.
Slowly, he noticed that the surrounding temperature began to rise, and the long hair that tied him slowly retracted.
Chi Yiyin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that air is so precious for the first time.
"How do I know, are you lying to me?"
A cold and erratic voice came from the ear, and a strand of hair wrapped around Chi Yiyin's neck from behind, tightened and loosened, as if confirming his reaction.
Chi Yiyin just smiled slightly: "Then how does Miss Ma want to confirm?"
Full of cold malice, the female ghost gave her conditions: "Let me leave here, if I can't do it...I will kill you."
Chi Yiyin agreed without hesitation: "Okay."
The moment the voice fell, the system sounded: [Survivor Z1001, the hidden mission has been triggered: Yuze's life. Survivors are requested to complete within 24 hours, no rewards for completion, and erasure on the spot if not completed. 】
[The remaining time of the current dungeon is 167 hours.
Survivor Z1001 Survival Countdown, 23:59:59]
The bright red characters appeared in Chi Yiyin's vision, and the sound of death had already sounded, gradually approaching.
