Malice, earthworm, second man.

As night fell, rain began to fall outside the window.

The earth smelled fishy from the rain, and there were lots of earthworms, tumbling out of the earth in clumps, wriggling and rolling around, trying not to suffocate themselves.

Chi Xiaochi is about to go into the dark room, her mood is a little depressed, she sings the Great Compassion Mantra to relieve her worries.

Gan Yu swept a shadow across his cheeks to make him look more gaunt, more in character: "What's that?"

Chi Xiaochi sang out, "Namo, drink lorotana, do loroya ......"

Gan Yu made a snap decision to press the handle of the Shadow Brush against Chi Xiaochi's lips.

...... He suspected that if he continued to sing, Buddha would mark him as a great disrespect.

Chi Xiaochi opened his mouth and bit his brush.

Gan Yu was helpless, "Loosen your mouth."

Chi Xiaochi raises an eyebrow, obviously wanting to do something else to divert his attention.

Gan Yu gently pinched his chin, and was afraid of hurting him by exerting too much force, so he only shook it, his voice helpless and gentle: "Don't make a fuss, let go of his mouth."

Chi Xiaochi looked at him, feeling himself to be very childish.

As a child, Chi Xiaochi was afraid of the dark and ghosts, and her childish and imaginative nature was evident, as she ran to Lou Ying when she was frightened because it was the safest place to be and she wouldn't be teased in any way.

When he was a kid, getting up at night ranked among the top three challenges in life for him.

The most important feature of the silo is the "public", the kitchen, the bathroom, the toilet, all of them are public, all of them are common.

If Chi Xiaochi wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she had to shuffle from one end of the corridor to the other under a sound-activated light that was on three times and off twice.

For Chi Xiaochi, it was as difficult as the 25,000-mile march.

In order to overcome this problem, Lou Ying bought yellow vellum from the school kiosk, cut it up, drew a charm on it with red ink, and told him to take this and go to the toilet in the middle of the night, so that the ghosts would not dare to come near you.

Chi Xiaochi said, "False."

Lou Ying said good-naturedly, "Really."

Chi Xiaochi rolled her eyes and slipped the yellow talisman folded into a triangle into Lou Ying's pocket, "Take it then."

-- Lou Ying holds the talisman, he holds Lou Ying, so he won't be afraid.

The roundabout tactics are exquisite.

Later, Lou Ying died, he was no longer so afraid, and occasionally he would get up in the middle of the night, half-awake, and would drag his steps around the corridor, wanting to bump into a ghost surnamed Lou, but his wish fell through every time, making him finally begin to doubt the existence of ghosts.

If Lou has a soul, why doesn't he come back for a visit.

Gan Yu didn't know what he was thinking, but simply thought that the childish Chi Xiaochi was cute and wanted to give him a kiss.

He lightly dusted away the shadow powder with his hand to make sure his makeup was in order, then he let Chi Xiaochi torture Xi Lou with his Great Compassion Mantra, turned his back, took lipstick and toilet paper and drew a charm and folded it into a triangle.

It must be useless, but it's fine for coaxing the pool puppy that chews on his brush.

The surgeon's long, strong, lean fingers were a feast for the eyes as they folded things up.

He flattened the edges of the toilet paper with his knuckles as the ponytailed woman came to the dressing room and called him, saying that the night play was ready to begin.

...... She was worried about the safety of the dreadlocked man, and even without makeup she looked haggard.

Chi Xiaochi got up and was about to walk out when Gan Yu slipped something into his shirt pocket.

Chi Xiaochi raised her eyebrows slightly, asking him with her gaze what this was.

Both Gan Yu and 061 prefer to put comfort into something visible and tangible.

The phrase "don't be afraid" is just standing around.

He stroked his pockets and said, "I'll just wait outside. If you're in danger, just yell for Gan Yu."

Chi Xiaochi entered and stood in a corner of the room, tracing the outline of the triangular charm in his pocket through his shirt, letting out a long breath, a little trance.

But only a little, he hadn't forgotten where he was.

The dreadlocked man had disentangled all of his half-length hair, his lips were dead white, and his eyes were fixed straight on the backs of his feet, a bluff viciousness in his gaze.

The rain outside the window was heavy again, crackling in tiny streams on the window, making the dead silence inside the house more and more ghastly.

Chi Xiaochi sings, "Cold, icy rain slaps randomly on my face."

Xi Lou, who had endured the Great Compassion Mantra, finally relented: "Shut up." How not to shoot you to death.

Chi Xiaochi: "Hee hee."

...... Xi Lou began to sincerely expect that the female ghost to give some strength, and strive to paralyze this yakuza in one fell swoop.

And it was indeed Chi Xiaochi who was responsible for the ghost bumping this time.

According to the script from "Guan Qiaoqiao", "Guan Qiaoqiao" will appear in the middle of the game. When Chi Xiaochi sees his dead girlfriend, he is first shocked and then delighted, and finally pulls on her and refuses to let go, causing chaos in the room. When the lights come on, everyone realizes that Chi Xiaochi is only holding a jacket hanging on the wall.

"Guan Qiaoqiao" is a ghost, so it comes and goes without a trace, and doesn't even need special effects, which can be said to fundamentally benefit the post-production staff.

Before turning off the lights, "Guan Qiaoqiao" came into the room once and apologized to Chi Xiaochi: "Don't be afraid, it's all an act."

The content of the words and the apologetic look in her eyes were sincere enough, just thinking of the cold, razor-sharp look in her eyes during the morning rafting trip, Chi Xiaochi could only feel a chill on her neck.

The lights are off.

The entire room fell into complete black silence, with only the sound of breathing coming and going.

Chi Xiaochi, count the breaths. Good. That makes four with him, no more "fifth man" for now.

In the first round, he was in the D position, where "Guan Qiaoqiao" used to stand.

The man with the dreadlocks stood in position A. He held the wall with one hand and walked towards the ponytailed woman in position B, his feet rustling as if they were dragging on the floor.

There was light in the room, and the windows were not sealed, and occasionally a white flash of electricity ripped across the sky, illuminating the figures of the four men in the room, all of them all alone, like ghosts.

The dreadlocked man's Band-Aid-wrapped hand rested on the ponytailed woman's right shoulder, cold and soft, and through her clothes, the ponytailed woman got a jolt of ice.

Not even daring to look back, she set off at a stride, jogging toward the freckled man in the C-seat.

The freckled man stumbled out a few steps from her slap, turning his head to look at her with resentment before taking a step towards Chi Xiaochi.

Warm palms clapped on his shoulders, and Chi Xiaochi walked forward, his heart dark and heavy, wondering, Could she be waiting for me around the next corner, hands hanging down, head bowed.

He unconsciously pushed his hands into his pockets and stepped forward on the strength granted to him by the toilet paper charm.

However what he feared didn't happen.

The next corner was empty because the dreadlocked man had left.

He coughed in accordance with the rules of the game and headed back towards the corner where the dreadlocked man now stood.

Once in position, he lifted a hand to pat the dreadlocked man on the back and felt a handful of cold sweat.

The dreadlocked man, however, was in no hurry to leave, and glanced back at him slyly, as if to make sure the visitor was really human.

At that exact moment, a lightning bolt struck, reflecting the faces of everyone in the room until they were white.

The nervousness of the eyes no longer belonged to a normal person, and there was even a beastly darkness in them that cut Chi Xiaochi's nerves like a dull knife.

But Chi Xiaochi does carry it.

He stood still as if oblivious, letting the dreadlocked man walk forward.

"Guan Qiaoqiao never showed up, so they circled the empty house.

Gradually, several people became more or less agitated.

When is she coming?

Waiting for fear to strike is more terrifying than fear itself.

Chi Xiaochi was getting a little numb from all the spinning, and as he stood in the corner waiting for the next round of freckled men, he had no words for Xi Lou: "It feels like an old donkey pulling a mill."

Xi Lou: "Hello Donkey."

Chi Xiaochi : Yoo-hoo, you can dislike people.

After waiting for a while, Xi Lou said, "Donkey, why don't you say something."

Chi Xiaochi propped himself up against the wall, using it as a way to hide his weak legs.

Seeing that Chi Xiaochi was still silent, Xi Lou was silent for a moment, "Tell me something."

Although Chi Xiaochi's skin is cheap and he owes a lot of money, he is timid and afraid of ghosts, which Xi Lou still knows.

Letting him do such a task was difficult for him after all.

Chi Xiaochi thought about it and also sympathized with Xi Lou's painstaking efforts.

He was moved to sing and said, "I'm not afraid to see cockroaches."

Xi Lou: "......" grass mud horse, suddenly very want to eat donkey meat is what happened.

Chi Xiaochi waits where he is, hearing the freckled man take a step towards him and ready to head to the next corner.

A hand was on his shoulder.

Chi Xiaochi was about to take a step, but his throat choked violently, and the place touched by the cold hand felt like it had been bitten by a snake, and the blood and flesh froze numbly inch by inch.

-That's not Freckles' hand.

It was a woman's hand, slender, soft, yet surprisingly cold.

Chi Xiaochi stiffened and twisted his head.

Even the thunder in the sky cooperated with this performance, and with a roar, snow-white, practicelike lightning broke through the sky--

"Guan Qiaoqiao" was standing behind Chi Xiaochi and looking at him, smiling wryly, as if she wanted to say something affectionate to her old lover, but when she opened her mouth, the inner part of her mouth revealed flesh teeth like seven-gill eels, which opened and closed in a circle and went straight to her throat.

But before Chi Xiaochi could have any physiological reaction, "Guan Qiaoqiao" got a doggy emoticon on his face.

"You don't take a beating from the old man! .jpg"

Chi Xiaochi : "......" The corners of his mouth can't help but rise.

With the emoticon as a relief from the unreadable face, Chi Xiaochi quickly regained her senses, smoothly transitioning the little look of shock and fear into an incredulous smile.

"...... Coquette? Is that you?"

The room returned to darkness, and he grabbed the sleeve of "Guan Qiaoqiao's" coat with his back hand, and a tear hung on the edge of his eyelashes in a daze, not yet dripping.

"Qiaoqiao?" The ponytailed woman exclaimed, "Coquette is here?"

She was so afraid that she could not escape through the door, and now she has to force a smile, her voice dipped in tears, and the freckled man who was halfway to the door heard the commotion in front of him, and gave a cry of ouch and groan, and took a few steps back to the original corner, and his reaction was true to life.

Meanwhile, the dreadlocked man who was on the same level of the room as he was showed a twisted grin as a broken blade dagger was clutched in his hand.

The dagger was broken in the middle, and the only remaining half of the steel blade was engraved with countless mottled spell patterns, with hidden streams of light, treacherous and unspeakable.

...... Opportunity knocks.

His chance to live, here it comes.

It was stolen by the dreadlocked man from a ghost-hunting Taoist priest in his sixth mission world.

This broken dagger is as effective as an enlightened mahogany nail, capable of locking a ghost's soul inside a body and killing her spirit.

If "Guan Qiaoqiao" used the method of death capture, as long as he sensed that something was wrong, he could get out of this body at any time, then he would never dare to use this life-saving prop.

Yet she favored the troublesome raw snatch.

Therefore, as long as she was sealed inside this body, so that she could not return to the photo, then she would no longer be able to make waves.

The dreadlocked man had observed that she was addicted to acting, and to do it in the middle of a play was the best chance he could think of.

It's so nice to be in the dark and not have to face her face ......

With a broken dagger hidden in his sleeve, he stumbled closer to the "Guan Qiaoqiao" with joy in his heart.

So when the lights in the room suddenly came on, he was creeped out and immediately nabbed back a bit of the chill between his sleeves, followed by a surge of anger that was thick with malice.

--Who the fuck turned on the lights?

But all that anger was poured over him when he turned his head and saw one thing, nothing but bone-deep cold.

"Guan Qiaoqiao" had disappeared after the lights were turned off, just like in the script.

But what he saw was a hundred times more horrifying than anything bloody and twisted.

The "Prayer of the Maiden," had somehow ended up hanging on the wall on the side of the room against the door, right in front of the dreadlocked man's face.

The young girl in the photo has a dignified posture, classical dress, her lips are crimson, as if stained with blood, and she looks down on the man with pigtails in silence, and as she looks on, a head falls down, and inside it is full of wriggling and rolling thread-like red worms.

The dreadlocked man froze for a moment, let out a mournful scream, turned around, crashed through the glass, and leapt into the rain curtain.

Everyone else just saw the sudden appearance of the picture, while Chi Xiaochi, the only one who could see the mutation, was greeted by a cat emoji "I want this! You buy me this.jpg" dominated the screen.

...... Sorry, it was the emojis that blinded me.

However, the dreadlocked man screaming and falling was enough for him to associate the image with something gruesome.

He rushed to the bed, jerked the window pins away, pushed the already rickety, broken and fragmented windowpanes aside with a single palm strike, and leaned down to look down.

Chi Xiaochi's face suddenly changed.

The pony-tailed woman rushed to the window even now, forcibly squeezing half a dozen of his bodies out of the way.

Chi Xiaochi barked, "Don't look!"

But it's already too late.

The ponytailed woman took one look down, her jaw dropped, and when she turned around she actually vomited right back up.

It ...... was as if all the earthworms in a ten mile radius had been concentrated under this window, a swarm of earthworms twisting and curling, their fat bodies contracting section by section, forming a sea of moving dark red.

The dreadlocked man fell into the sea of earthworms and worms unharmed, but when he realized where he was, he went into meltdown almost instantly.

He got up from the ground and madly rushed away from the sea of worms, a single step was a snapping sound, countless earthworms pulverized under his feet.

He waved his arms wildly, "Get away from me! Get away from me!"

The dreadlocked man tugged at his shirt, shaking off the worms that had crawled in.

But his mental state had completely fallen apart.

He yelled, "They're going in my ears! They're going into my head!"

He was referring to earthworms.

It seemed to him that the dark red, writhing soft things were entering through every pore of his body at a slow pace, entering his bones, flesh and blood, and burrowing down his body as if they had found a hibernation nest, coiled.

He screamed and flailed himself, even though he no longer had a few earthworms on him.

Chi Xiaochi called out to him, "Come back! Come back quickly!"

--This scene, this direction, why does it look a bit familiar.

Rainy Day, Seizure, and Night Runner's Host ......

The dreadlocked man ignored Chi Xiaochi's call and ran to the pool with his hair draped over his head.

Chi Xiaochi's eyes widened and she turned back and rushed out of the room, running towards the stairs.

Hearing the screams inside the door, Gan Yu, who had been waiting by the door, pushed his way in and saw Chi Xiaochi trying to run away, but he was quick to grab his wrist.

Chi Xiaochi tried to wiggle out of his grip, "Something's wrong!"

But Gan Yu's reaction was faster than his, sniffing and dragging him with him as he ran downstairs with great strides.

"I'll go with you."

Rushing out of the villa, Chi Xiaochi saw a horrible scene.

--Camera chases the rainy nighttime, snotty dreadlocked man all the way through the show, seeming to see his madness as part of the show.

Cold camera, cold rain, frenzied people, calm film crew.

It all constitutes a picture that is too absurd and horrifying.

The director seemed to enjoy the sudden and exciting drama.

"Very good, very good, don't stop!"

"Camera! Follow him, don't lose him!"

The ...... NPCs viewed what was happening as a performance and applauded it, while Chi Xiaochi's cries were drowned in the rain and were barely audible.

And it ends with the dreadlocked man, in a panic, climbing onto the ten-meter-high pool diving platform and leaping without hesitation.

The director threw up his arms and said, "Cut!"

...... is really cut out.

The dreadlocked man fell headfirst into the pool, a sliver of red and white filth rippling out of the water that had been impregnated with a bottom from the rain, only his body still twitching intermittently.

When Chi Xiaochi arrived at the pool, the body of the dreadlocked man had already been mosaicked by 061.

Even so, Gan Yu still crosses over to Chi Xiaochi and tries his best to disassociate the mosaic from him, "Don't look."

The ponytailed woman who had arrived with her saw the body of the dreadlocked man and grabbed his hair, letting out a heartbreaking but silent howl, her mouth so wide open that she could almost see the bright red throat cavity.

She dropped to the edge of the pool, the madness in her brow gradually replaced by coldness.

Who did not bother to ask about her relationship with the dreadlocked man, can be an ally, non-special circumstances outside, not family, but also better than family.

She said to herself, "He's dead. It was according to the plot that he died."

She added, "That son of a bitch killed him."

Observing her reaction, in a flash of electricity, Chi Xiaochi's eyebrows twitched as she thoroughly figured out the mechanics of the world.

Seeing the redness in the ponytailed woman's eyes and her murderous intent, Chi Xiaochi kicked her straight into the pool.

Surprisingly, she did not fall unconscious, staggering to stand up, Gan Tang, who followed her from the side, sighed slightly, jumped into the pool, and with a sharp hand knife, hit her right in the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious.

Fishing the soggy ponytailed woman to shore, Chi Xiaochi excused his actions, "Not me, the feet."

Xi Lou: "......" Would it really be happy to skin a little at this point.

Gan Yu took one look at Chi Xiaochi's face and guessed that he was probably thinking of something, and while taking off his clothes to avoid telling him to get wet, he asked, "What's going on?"

"There is only one ghost in the villa." Chi Xiaochi refined and simplified her conjecture, saying, "Her criteria for choosing the object of slaughter is the 'malice' in the object's heart."