Can you open the door for me, please?

This answer, Chi You did not expect.

But soon Jiang Luo continued, "To be honest, I don't really want to play this game with you anymore."

Jiang Luo leaned against the sink and played with the lighter, the iron lighter sounded crisp, the flame flared up and went out, "On second thought, I'm not really interested in the secret you're talking about either."

He lied.

No one wants to know Chi You's secret more than Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo has a cat's paw in his heart, scratching him to peel off Chi You's mysterious skin, just like peeling off the evil ghost's elegant clothes, so that he can reveal his stinking body covered with ghost tattoos.

But he acted like it, "Chi You, the initiative is mine. I'll play if I want to, or I won't, not to mention, you're not very sincere."

The evil spirit raised an eyebrow and said, "How so."

Jiang Luo said, "You let me find you, but you are more than one person."

"Ah, you caught me." The evil spirit said sadly.

Jiang Luo said, "Your puppet is you, and the person possessed by you is also you ...... If the rules of the game are that I capture any of them you at will, then I am happy to continue this game."

The evil spirit said, "No, what you need to find is of course the real me."

After a moment's thought, he thoughtfully added, "Possessed human me."

Jiang Luo hung up the phone with an expressionless face.

Ten seconds later, the phone re-ringed and connected, and the villain sighed, "Well then, I'll give you one last hint."

Jiang Luo received a photo.

The photo is of a lip that is smiling.

The man's lips were high and picked out, full and rosy.

The evil spirit said, "One minute."

Jiang Luo stared at the photo.

He quickly compared the lips to every face he had met here, but Chi You's smile made the search more difficult. Jiang Luo's memory was good, but not so good that he could recognize a person with just one mouth.

After half a minute, he wisely gave up on the idea of finding Chi You tonight, and instead pondered what Chi You's punishment would be, and whether he could avoid it, or utilize it back.

Jiang Luo pondered with his eyes downcast, a minute passed quickly and the evil spirit's voice rose slightly, "It is time for you to submit your answer."

Jiang Luo was calm, at the complete opposite end of the emotional spectrum from Chi You. He tried, "What will you do if the answer is wrong."

"A small punishment?" Chi You said deliberately, "Who knows."

It was like an unknown gift, even if you knew it wasn't a good one, it still made you speculate on how bad it could be. Jiang Luo draped the towel around his neck and spoke directly about one of the people he suspected.

"Xi Si."

Second place in Next Stop, Idol, a gentle, good old boy. Because of Chi You, Jiang Luo now thinks it's fake and hypocritical whenever he meets such a good guy who doesn't want for anything, after all, that's the kind of character Chi You likes.

Evil Ghost mused, "Well ......"

Jiang Luo heartbeat slightly faster.

In the next instant, the evil spirit regretfully told him the answer, "Unfortunately, you're only half right."

Oh, and Xi Si is just his puppet, but not the one he bends over.

Jiang Luo, though prepared for failure, blackened his face after hearing the evil spirit's admission with his own ears.

"How come you're everywhere," Jiang Luo's lips lifted, "Chi You, not all the trainees have your shadow, right?"

Chi You said slowly, "That's a good idea."

He added, pretentiously, "I didn't think you'd guessed wrong - even though it's very much not wanted, I'm going to have to be ruthless and give you a little punishment."

"After all, I am very game." He said.

Saying that he had to, Chi You's tone was getting more and more excited, the suppressed maniacal distortion had a seam of catharsis, which in turn had a perverted connotation of a homicidal maniac.

Jiang Luo ended the call with a twitch of his eyelids.

The bathtub was running and the bathroom was silent. Jiang Luo waited for a few minutes, but nothing happened. He simply walked out of the bathroom, but the moment he did, the clean and tidy bedroom abruptly turned into a dilapidated and gloomy rotten building.

There were rats crawling on the floor, yellowed curtains and fabrics piled up all over the floor, Jiang Luo's head was lowered, and a spider crawled by his feet.

He crushed the spider and looked around the area.

This place is like a standard haunted building scene in a horror movie, and if this image could be captured in a horror movie, it would definitely create a 100 percent horror effect.

Jiang Luo closed his eyes and complied with the memorized layout of the bedroom, lifting his steps in the direction of the bed.

Bed and bathroom distance of three meters, out of the door and turn right. Three meters away, Jiang Luo opened his eyes.

In front of me was a puddle filled with intertwined and crawling snakes.

Dense snakes twisted like knotted ropes, hundreds of them at a cursory glance.

Jiang Luo was more than sure that it was just an illusion that the evil spirits had shown him.

Most of the killings by the severe ghosts are based on hallucinations, which inspire fear in people's hearts, and then they use the fear to force people to die.

Jiang Luo is not afraid of snakes.

But he's afraid of nausea.

Hundreds of flower snakes fluttered and hissed. Jiang Luo stood by the puddle for a while, turned around, opened his hands, and fell back towards the puddle.

The wind blew his hair, and the next moment Jiang Luo fell into the soft bed.

Expected.

Jiang Luo rubbed the soft and smooth silk pillow, the corner of his mouth curled up. It's just an illusion, can't he just not open his eyes?

As long as you don't look, don't believe, and treat all this as smoke, then this illusion will have no effect on Jiang Luo.

On the contrary, it is only if one goes on the offensive and is afraid that one steps into the trap laid by the evil spirits.

Jiang Luo repeatedly reminded himself to ignore everything.

The next moment, he felt a cold hand clutch his ankle.

Jiang Luo didn't fluctuate half-heartedly, just pretending that the hand didn't exist.

However, a few more ghostly hands reached out and bound Jiang Luo's hands and feet. There was something wrong about having the black-haired youth lying on the bed in a big shape like a sacrifice.

Jiang Luo's eyelids jumped several times before he finally couldn't help but open his eyes.

Hundreds of green and white ghost hands stretched out from both sides of his bed. As if waiting for him to open his eyes, the ghost hands touched Jiang Luo when his breathing stagnated, covering the black-haired youth from head to toe, only revealing a pair of eyes.

The last hand descended from the sky, slowly approaching Jiang Luo's eyes, and Jiang Luo heard a soft laugh from Chi You, "I am so kind, how can I bear to punish my 'lover'."

He said languidly, "I've been thinking about it, and I've decided to give you another chance to find me."

"Of the thousands of ghostly hands, guess which one is mine?"

"It's this one," a ghostly hand slid frivolously from Jiang Luo's waist, "or this one."

Another cold hand slowly brushed Jiang Luo's thigh.

On the huge bed, the black-haired youth was held by a thousand ghost hands, firmly locked to the bed. The youth under the ghosts struggled, but it didn't do much good.

The image was horrifying and frightening, with only a few strands of black hair left hanging down by the bedside under the ghostly hands. One hand after another grabbed Jiang Luo's clothes, and the bathrobe was balled up into a pile of scrap cloth.

"Fuck you," Jiang Luo cursed through his fingers with difficulty, "Chi You."

Jiang Luo was punished with a pinch on the back of his neck, and Chi You said, "Don't talk dirty."

*

As the night wore on, Lu Youyi and the Dead Ghost didn't stay in Ye Xun's room for long and went back to their own dormitory first.

Ye Xun had been waiting for Zhang Feng to come back, he rubbed Xiao Fen's fur over and over again, and when Xiao Fen was dry, Zhang Feng finally came back.

When he heard the sound of the door, Ye Xun looked out, but when he saw Zhang Feng clearly, his pupils abruptly tightened.

"Back?" Another person from the same dormitory greeted, "Zhang Feng, where did you go when it was raining heavily?"

Zhang Feng's voice was laced with laughter, "I went out for a walk and got caught in the rain, I'll take a shower first."

He walked to his locker on easy feet to find a change of clothes, singing the theme song to Next Stop, Idol on his lips.

Zhang Feng had completely changed from his previous appearance, the depression, panic and hideousness hidden in his body had all disappeared. It was as if he had solved a problem, and his mood was as good as anyone could tell.

A layer of false sweat slowly surfaced on the tip of Ye Xun's nose.

Zhang Feng, who had gotten his clothes, turned around and walked towards the bathroom, and after realizing that Ye Xun was looking at him, he turned his head to look at Ye Xun, and his attitude towards Ye Xun was not as hostile and sharp as it had been earlier, but instead, he said in a very amiable manner, "Ye Nan, what are you looking at me for?"

"Did I get something on my face?" He looked up and touched his face.

Ye Nan is a pseudonym for Ye Xun.

Ye Xun gulped, chills running up his spine.

There is nothing on Zhang Feng's face, it's clean.

The skin is smooth and creamy, with no acne marks or dimpled bumps.

There are no more features either.

Hers was a faceless face.

*

But Zhang Feng and his roommates didn't notice anything was wrong.

Zhang Feng picked up a mirror, his face with missing features close to it, and muttered, "There's no dirt."

He looked around in the mirror, carefully touching over the face with no features. Ye Xun's scalp slowly tingled. He tried to stabilize his expression and watched Zhang Feng put down the mirror and enter the bathroom.

Only after Zhang Feng closed the door did Ye Xun exhale a mouthful of turbid air. He walked over to his roommate, who was lying on the edge of the table studying, and whispered, "Is Zhang Feng having a fever, his eyes are a little red."

"Yes?" The roommate froze and asked back, "Isn't he exactly the same as he was in the morning? I didn't see his eyes red."

Ye Xun stood in place for a while, shook his head, retreated back to the bed and hugged Xiao Fen, taking out his cell phone to send a message to Jiang Luo and the others.

But before a message could be sent, there was another knock at the door.

Ye Xun paused, holding Xiao Fen close to the door, and stopped when he was about to open it, withdrawing his hand, "Who?"

Zhang Feng in the bathroom heard the sound and raised his voice, "Ye Nan, who is it?"

After a moment, he added, "If anyone comes looking for me, just say I'm not here."

Ye Xun thought that Zhang Feng was probably afraid that people would come to ask him about the recording in the morning, when he almost fought with Zhang Cheng because he was pointed out by Zhang Cheng that there were ghosts around him.

Ye Xun said, "Good."

The housemate put on her headphones and concentrated on the lyrics, not hearing their conversation.

The knock on the door outside was still ringing, a knock that seemed to knock on Ye Xun's heart. Ye Xun pursed his lips, moved a chair, and cautiously poked a pair of eyes out through the glass opening above the door.

His movements were careful and his position was hidden so that not only would he not be noticed, but he could also see the person outside from a high vantage point. The person outside was knocking on the door in silence, and Ye Xun could only see the swirls of his hair and the back of his head. This person looked vaguely familiar to him.

He had just finished this thought when the man suddenly raised his head and met Ye Xun's eyes.

He smiled stiffly, revealing a face that belonged to Zhang Feng, "I forgot my keys, can I have them and open the door?"