Chapter 958 I Reincarnated Your Reincarnation
The way when he came here was blocked, and Chen Ge was not good at smashing the door in front of everyone. He was also afraid that the virtual future park would leave evidence and add fuel to the scene to cause trouble in the future.
"The cries and laughter are still there, the ghosts haven't gone far, but they can't be seen."
Returning to the room, Chen Ge saw the corpse on the coffee table: "The key to the medium difficulty is in the corpse. This is just a transitional scene. If you want to pass the level of hell difficulty smoothly, you should really solve the puzzle of the room."
Normally, there is no problem in solving the puzzles. The key is that now the scenes are integrated with each other, and various projections and "spiritual events" are likely to appear where they should not appear, which adds a lot of difficulty to solving the puzzles.
While the tourists were wasting time at the door, the clock on the wall rang again. The ugly cuckoo got out of the box under the clock, and the heart that was attached to it had been removed, but the blood in the heart would The cuckoo was dyed red.
"If it is said that the owner of the house killed himself, if we want to break the cycle of reincarnation, we must stop him from killing himself."
"There are two ways to stop him from killing himself. One is to protect him from being killed by himself, and the other is for us to kill him, so that we can break this cycle."
Chen Ge picked up the ax next to the sofa, and before there were new changes in the room, he aimed at the newly put together corpse on the sofa and chopped it down.
The puppet was torn apart again, leaving a fresh bloodstain on its body.
"Is it useless? Do we have to try to kill him all with different weapons? Then wouldn't we fall into the same cycle as him?" Killing people can't break the cycle of reincarnation, and Chen Ge has realized something: " The haunted house still has to operate normally, it is impossible to encourage killing, the general direction should be guarded."
While Chen Ge was thinking, the curtains in the living room were lifted, revealing half of his face. The owner of the house in a blood-clothed face was full of ferocity. He stared in a certain direction, and suddenly drew his knife and rushed out from behind the curtains.
Different from the previous two times, besides behind the curtains, projections also appeared behind the bathroom door and under the bed this time.
In the darkness, three bloody faces looked at the tourists in the house from all angles, and then rushed towards them like crazy.
The projections can't cause real damage, but even if they know they are fake, they will still be instinctively scared when they approach.
Adrenaline soared, he covered his eyes and screamed.
Several tourists are all crowded in the middle of the living room,
Only Chen Ge stared at the back of the projection.
"There is a problem. Why do all the projections rush into the living room every time? No matter where they hide, they will eventually rush into the living room with a murder weapon and then disappear. Is it just because most of the tourists must be concentrated in the living room?"
Chen Ge stretched out his hand to draw the trajectory of several projections. He was surprised to find that although the hiding positions of all the projections were different, if the hiding position and the disappearing position were connected into a line, those projections produced There was an intersection in the living room of the trajectory of the action!
"The target of all the projections is not us! It's the sofa in the center of the living room!"
Chen Ge moved the sofa away, and he reached out and tapped the floor: "Is it empty below?"
Sliding his fingertips on the wooden floor, Chen Ge soon touched the uneven place, and he pushed upwards to lift that piece of floor.
A faint stench permeated the air, and a female corpse was stuffed in the gap under the floor. The body was covered with scars, and she was holding a black video tape in her hands.
"The second corpse?" All the tourists gathered together, their eyes wide open.
The police also found it inconceivable: "How could there be a second body?"
"The answer should be in the video tape." Chen Ge inserted the video tape into the machine under the TV, and a new picture appeared on the flickering screen.
"Li Xiang's persecution paranoia has become more serious. I thought I could use love to influence him, but I found that I was wrong, and it was very wrong. As long as he sees me talking to other men, he will think that I have done it. Sorry about him."
"I was worried that his illness would harm the child, so I sent the child back to his hometown, but he thought that I was trying to provoke the relationship between him and the child, and even suspected that the child belonged to someone else. The purpose of sending the child away was to prevent him from discovering that the child was with him. The difference in the body."
"Doctor, now he's starting to suspect you too. He thinks we're conspiring to kill him. His appearance when he's sick is really scary! Once I woke up suddenly at night and found him lying on the bed quietly. Look at me! I was terrified!"
"I'm really scared. I don't dare to sleep in the same room with him now. He sleeps in the bedroom and I sleep in the living room. If he sleeps in the living room, I lock myself in the bedroom."
"Doctor, your medicine is effective. Li Xiang is now in a stable condition. We have been sleeping in separate rooms recently, but it may be due to neurasthenia. Even if we sleep in separate rooms now, I still feel very uncomfortable at night. I always feel There are thieves in the house, tomorrow I will install surveillance at home."
After the woman's self-report was over, there was a surveillance screen.
In the dead of night, the woman was lying on the bed soundly asleep, when her bed sheets moved suddenly, revealing half of a man's face.
A man slowly crawled out from under the bed with a kitchen knife, then the screen flickered and all images disappeared.
After a while, the TV screen returned to normal. This time the woman was sleeping on the sofa. Not long after, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a man tiptoed out with a desk lamp in his hand.
The picture flashed again, this time the woman was lying on her side in the bathtub in the bathroom, and the man was hiding behind the bathroom door with a fruit knife.
From this picture, it can be clearly seen that the woman is actually dead long ago, but the man chose to kill her over and over again, neither refusing to let her go, but also torturing himself.
"There are two reincarnations in this room. One is that the deceased is killed over and over again, and the other is that the man kills over and over again and finally goes completely crazy. He forgets whether he is the killer or the victim."
"His persecution paranoia has become so severe that he suspects that he killed himself."
Chen Ge found the key to open the window in the pocket of the female corpse. The design of this scene is very interesting. The key to get out is in the pocket of the wife, but the murderer doesn't know it, and he can't get out of the reincarnation he created for himself.
"The plot is good, and the person who designed the scene is a talented person." Chen Ge glanced at the policeman next to him: "I heard that there are several designers in the reincarnation-themed venue. Do you know who designed this scene?"
"These scenes are automatically generated by the central computer based on the huge database. Of course, I just heard about it." When the police saw the key in Chen Ge's possession, they thought Chen Ge was very powerful from the bottom of their hearts.
"Central computer?" Chen Ge slowed down his speech: "How much is this central computer?"
"I don't really understand these things. The entire intelligent system may be tens of millions?" The policeman scratched his head, as if he didn't understand why Chen Ge asked this suddenly.
"Come on, let's go to the next scene."
Chen Ge put the wooden board back, took the key into the bedroom, and opened the lock on the window with his own hands.