Under Zhang Tianyi's arrangement, Xiao Mo and Li Shuai were left in the same room. To facilitate their understanding of the situation here at any time, before leaving, Zhang Tianyi and others also installed cameras in various corners.

  After they left, Xiao Mo listlessly leaned on the sofa, feeling like he was being treated as a lab rat. He let out an uncomfortable sigh, and then saw Li Shuai walking over from the side and sitting down beside him.

  Xiao Mo didn't have a very good impression of this Li Shuai, thinking he was just an idiot, a simple-minded fool, so he didn't have the slightest intention of bothering with him.

  Xiao Mo thought so in his heart, and he did the same. He naturally turned his head to one side. However, unexpectedly, Li Shuai spoke up first:

  "Don't be so afraid, I think Zhang Tianyi and the others must have gone through a lot of things like this too, but look at them now, aren't they still doing very well? Everything is relative, there's no such thing as a dead end."

  Li Shuai's words made Xiao Mo somewhat unexpected, because this was not something that a fool could say. Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment before asking:

  "Do you know a lot about this kind of thing? As far as I know, you just joined recently, right?"

  Xiao Mo's disapproval didn't seem to bother General Li, who looked nostalgic and shook his head with a bitter smile:

  "Hmm, I know it's not a lot, but it's not too little either."

  Xiao Mo looked at Li Shuai, who was staring blankly ahead, and suddenly felt a surge of unfamiliarity in his heart. It was clear that this Li Shuai was very different from the one he usually knew.

  "What can you do about that damned ghost?"

  Xiao Mo got straight to the point, after all, this was the most important matter at hand.

  "No, I'm completely helpless with these things, they're my nemesis."

  "This is nonsense, they aren't anyone's nemesis?"

  Xiao Mu sneered and immediately stood up from the sofa. He had thought Li Shuai would know some way to avoid it, but now it seemed that Li Shuai was deliberately teasing him.

  Thinking of this, Xiao Mu suddenly felt a severe chest tightness and another violent coughing fit.

  At the same time, in another room, Lao Gao was talking to Zhang Tianyi about something.

  "Doesn't the ghost have keys in his hand?"

  "That's right, I didn't see it on him."

  "Is this the reason you gave up on Xiao Mo? Or are you still holding a grudge about what happened that time?"

  Lao Gao stared at Zhang Tianyi without any reserve, trying to read something from his face, but apparently that pale white face showed no change.

  Since that thing has already happened, I won't bother to calculate what's the point of killing him now? Moreover, he doesn't remember anything now and has completely become another person.

  Also, I don't quite understand what you mean by giving up. Don't forget, the reason we continued to stir up trouble during our "vacation" was just because we wanted to collect all the keys as soon as possible. Since the ghost in this incident doesn't have a key, then naturally we also don't have any more need to take risks.

  Besides, I didn't say don't care, just want to take the opportunity to do something and incidentally exercise this time's newcomer. Isn't this also our original intention when we were there?

  "That's right, but if Xiao Mo..."

  "What's the use of being dead?"

  Zhang Tianyi forcibly interrupted Lao Gao, a hint of mockery flashing across his face:

  "I can say with certainty that if it weren't for our relatively good luck, we would have died halfway through the bus ride! Think of Hua Yu, think of Zhang Shun, think of Song Tao... everyone is dead!"

  "If they don't have the ability to survive in desperation, even if they can live now, they will still die later. What they are facing now is just an appetizer for their misfortune, and the cruel part is yet to come."

  "I know, I was too headstrong, if only I had listened to your advice back then, none of what followed would have happened."

  "That's enough! Even if Xiao Mo doesn't do it, someone else will in the future. As long as there's a loophole, someone will find a way to exploit it. It's just a matter of time, and I'm quite open-minded about this."

  Lao Gao was not good at refuting, so he had no choice but to accept Zhang Tianyi's words entirely. However, in his heart, he knew that saving people was not their goal; their purpose was simply to let themselves live on.

  While Lao Gao and Zhang Tianyi were talking, Xinyan in another room called over the waiter in the hall.

  The waiter's attitude was very good, with a friendly smile on his face all the time:

  "Is there anything I can help you with?"

  Xin Yan nodded and led the waiter into the room, then went to the bathroom.

  The bathroom is spacious, with a two-person-high mirror placed directly opposite the door, and the dust-free mirror surface appears exceptionally bright.

  "Would you mind dismantling this mirror? Not just that, none of the mirrors in the room are allowed to stay!"

  The waiter looked at Xinyan in confusion, he didn't know why this woman wanted to do this, and besides, it was something he couldn't do. Just as he was about to think of a reason to refuse, Xinyan spoke again:

  "If it's really troublesome, just find some black cloth to cover these mirrors, and I'll pay for the fabric expenses."

  The waiter left in a daze, and after he was gone, Xinyan seemed to sense something and hastily closed the door. Then she saw her face, covered with a black veil, start to tremble, or perhaps... it was more like squirming!

  Xin Yan covered her face in pain, and her eyes were filled with helplessness and despair, because half of her face... wasn't hers!

  The Taoist priest sat on the carpet, in front of him was a stack of yellow paper, about half the size of his palm, and beside it were two small boxes like ink sticks.

  After making these preparations, the Taoist priest took out a small knife and cut open a small mouth on his finger tip, then began to draw on the yellow paper...

  Everyone has their own secrets, and Xiao Mo is no exception.

  There was only one double bed in the room, and Xiao Mo didn't want to sleep with Li Shuai, so he took a quilt and lay down on the sofa by himself. Li Shuai didn't care about these things either, but still teased Xiao Mo:

  "Don't be afraid, I'm straight and won't leave you with a 'wilted chrysanthemum'!"

  Xiao Mo glared at him and retorted:

  "I'm afraid you've missed the chrysanthemum festival!"

  He really wondered why he had agreed to stay with Li Shuai, if they were separated, the ghost's attack would still have a distinction of priority, but now it can be said that one kills and one string.

  Xiao Mo didn't even bother to move around anymore, and no matter what he thought of, it was all the same. He lay flat on the sofa, covering his head with a soft blanket, and his whole person sank into memories of this incident.

  It's just a memory, but it's all he's experienced in the past few days. However, after reminiscing for half a day, he couldn't think of any key points. If the ghost is killing people in the form of creating games, then that means the ghost is also a participant in this game and follows its rules.

  In other words, the ghost can be eliminated by this rule, and in fact, he must eliminate the ghost if he wants to survive.

  "Rules, I need to know the rules of this game."

  Xiao Mo thought so, but still didn't gain much, because the rules were only those few points: the ghost's death notice, the ghost's enchanting photos, the ghost's target videos, and taking away the victims' phones after they were killed.

  "Isn't this a relative game, either kill the ghost or be killed by the ghost? The so-called rules are actually just finding ways to get rid of the ghost. If you can't find it, you'll be killed; if you find it, you can escape!"

  Xiao Mo didn't think the ghost's IQ was that high, nor did he follow the usual logical thinking. After all, those so-called game rules were what they thought, to be precise, what the owner of that notebook thought. The ghost had never told them it was playing a game with them.

  At this point, Xiao Mo felt that he had touched on something crucial, but it was a vague touch.

  "What is it after all?"

  After thinking for a while, Xiao Mo suddenly sat up from the sofa, he thought of that crucial point, his cell phone!

  Why do ghosts take away the mobile phones of their victims after killing them?

  Just as Xiao Mo was about to think further, a black shadow suddenly flashed through his line of sight. He subconsciously wanted to shout loudly, but at this time, his mouth was covered by an icy hand. Then, Li Shuai's voice entered his ears:

  "Be quiet, it's coming!"

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