Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 476: The belated whistle
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As a high-end hotel, the lobby of the Plaza Hotel covers a very large area, with a floor height of seven or eight meters.
When there was electricity more than two years ago, the huge glazed chandelier hanging on the dome looked like a ball of crystal light shining in the sky - in such a wide and high space , the human voice on the other end sounded like soft and vague background music in the air.
It is precisely because of this that when Qingjiureu's shoulder hit the marble pillar hard, the frowning muffled sound hardly caused any waves - except for himself, no one heard him cry out because of the pain. A low moan came out.
He hit the stone pillar without any hindrance, and his left hand missed the shot. When he turned his head again, there was nothing on his shoulder.
——However, it is difficult to say how unexpected this result is; even Qingjiuru himself was not disappointed.
Leaning against the marble pillar, he took a breath and subconsciously took out a crumpled cigarette and put it in his mouth; however, as soon as his fingers touched the lighter, his movements stopped immediately.
Raising his head, there was no movement in his dark field of vision.
... Even the sound of the wind blowing up the cloth and the rustling of branches and leaves disappeared from the building like the ebbing tide; what was left was only absolute darkness and silence.
It was too dark. When I glanced at it, the vague shadows in the distance seemed to be moving; but when I looked carefully, there seemed to be nothing.
"Ji Shanqing...?" He tentatively called out, "Is that you? Where are you?"
His voice floated in the air, and finally gradually lowered until it stopped abruptly. He waited for a long time, but naturally he didn't hear any response.
Judging from the current situation. Going upstairs was impossible. Not to mention that the distance to the stairwell is too far, it is definitely not a good idea to walk into the dark stairwell alone now.
Qing Jiuru's eyes turned to the door. In the entire dark lobby, only there was a slightly lighter darkness, as if there was still the last glimmer of light between heaven and earth.
After waiting, Qingjiu Liu still didn't hear any noise around him, so he took a step forward. But he just moved. Something suddenly fell from his body. It fell to the floor with a "dang" sound - it turned out to be the lighter he had pulled out half of just now.
After hesitating for two seconds, Qingjiuru still bent down and groped in the darkness - but his movements soon stopped.
He touched the lighter. At the same time, I also touched the tip of a shoe.
As soon as he said it, Qingjiuru suddenly jumped up and struck straight upward with one hand; but just like last time, his hand didn't touch anything. It just passed through the air - the blow missed, and he immediately twisted around in the next second. He quickly ran towards the door.
... He took a few hurried steps back into the darkness. When Ji Shanqing turned around, the figure at the door had disappeared.
He held his knees, feeling his chest heavy and out of breath - not because he was running too fast. But he didn't know where to run now; wherever he looked, there was deathly darkness everywhere.
There is no way out of the door, and now the only way out is the stairwell. One can imagine. It will definitely not be a smooth road there, but Ji Shanqing still has to try——
Based on memory. He reluctantly felt the darkness to determine a direction, and walked cautiously in that direction - he made every move extremely lightly, and did not make any sound.
"Ji Shanqing...?"
This voice seemed to be somewhat tentative, causing Li Bao to stop immediately.
"Is that you? Where are you?"
Ji Shanqing bit his lip and said nothing, trying to identify the source of the sound - but the sound was diffused by the lobby and floated in the air with a slight echo. It was not easy to do this.
As if because there was no response, several familiar "click" sounds suddenly sounded in the darkness, and then, a trace of flame jumped up from the front, casting an orange-red light. Ji Shanqing felt slightly relieved.
A small patch of darkness was dispelled, casting a long and twisted shadow on a pillar not far away; the thin flame that was constantly shaking in the air illuminated half of Qing Jiuli's face in front of him.
The shadow took the bridge of his nose as a line and swallowed up the other half of his face. The body below the neck was still immersed in thick darkness, making it look like only half of his face was floating in the air.
"What are you doing standing there?" The fire kept swaying, casting a mixture of light and dark on Qingjiu Liu's face. However, the light and shadow lasted for two or three seconds and then suddenly died out, and darkness shrouded it again. Although the faint light only lasted for a short moment, Ji Shanqing was very sure that Qing Jiuliu had not opened his mouth when he spoke just now.
The sound of "click" sounded several more times, as if the other party was trying to start a fire, but could not start again. Goosebumps gradually appeared all over Ji Shanqing's body - because of the "click" in the darkness The sound of "click" is getting closer and closer step by step.
When the sound of the lighter finally stopped, Qingjiureu's voice sounded close to his face: "Let's go back."
Ji Shanqing's hair exploded, and he turned around and ran away - but just after running two steps, he suddenly stopped again and turned around.
"It's a bit strange... This is the second time I heard these two sentences." He whispered in the darkness, as if he had forgotten his fear for a moment. "...The wording, speed, and tone are all exactly the same."
"If I'm not wrong, can you record, silence, edit, and replay the sound?" After a moment of silence, Ji Shanqing suddenly added: "The sound I just made didn't sound like it was there. Drift away."
There was no sound in the darkness. Qingjiuru, who was standing there just now, seemed to have melted into the darkness, making no sound.
"Think about it carefully, no matter who you are, if you could kill me if you got close to me, I would have been dead by now." Ji Shanqing frowned and murmured: " So... what's going on right now?"
As he himself discovered. As soon as these words came out, it was as if someone had covered them with something, and they suddenly stopped in the air without arousing any response.
"The half of the sentence after 'Go back' is... If the great witch-sama gets impatient and comes down in person, we will suffer." Ji Shanqing repeated this sentence softly, feeling The courage gradually returned to the body: "When those words rang out, 'Qingjiu Liu' was walking towards me from the gate... and cooperated. As if to make me relax my vigilance."
"But you don't know, that sentence itself is very problematic."
After Ji Shanqing said the last sentence, he closed his mouth - and there was silence around him again.
A few seconds passed. A strange deep voice came from the darkness: "...What's the problem?"
Ji Shanqing smiled silently - this person couldn't help but come out anyway. It's just that he said too little just now, and he couldn't tell where the person was.
When Libao spoke again, he did not answer the other party's question. Instead, he asked: "You know that the great witch is upstairs. How dare you come to provoke us? Do you not know who the great witch is, or are you too concerned about this situation?" Are you confident?"
"Both." This time. The unfamiliar voice suddenly laughed lowly and became excited: "...Ah, it's coming, it's coming."
What's coming?
Ji Shanqing frowned, feeling that he was still close to discovering his location. Busy asked again: "What's coming? What do you want?"
"Not so good, you are already in the right position at the right time." The voice said with a hoarse smile.
Ji Shanqing was shocked. He wanted to jump away but it was already too late - in the blink of an eye, a familiar face suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him; the person jumped up immediately. His retreat was instantly blocked, a glimmer of light flashed in his hand, and then there was something sharp, wrapped with a straight force, it sank deeply into the chest of the gift bag.
When Ji Shanqing lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he could still vaguely distinguish a vague outline in the darkness - the man was holding a piece of The clearness of broken glass lingers for a long time.
... After pricking him hard twice, and feeling that the person under him was no longer moving, Qingjiuru gasped and pulled out the long piece of glass, and there was a distant "clang" sound. Throw it away.
"It's finally over," he muttered to himself breathlessly, and stood up holding his knees. After looking around in the darkness, he took steps towards the direction that should be the stairwell: "Who is it... who is it..."
Perhaps because the tense nerves were finally relaxed, Qingjiureu's murmuring voice was wrapped in fatigue and gradually became lower.
A loud "boom" sound suddenly tore through the air, and a black shadow as big as a room suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily, swallowing up Qing Jiuliu's foothold; There was a crisp sound of glass shattering, and the fragments and echoes flew out in all directions, shaking the entire lobby as if it was faintly trembling——
When the fierce shattering sound lasted for a full half minute and finally gradually quieted down, an unhurried sound suddenly appeared in the air.
“Oh...it looks amazing when it’s hanging from the ceiling, but it’s even more extraordinary when it’s dropped.”
With these words, a white light flashed in the darkness, and then a circle of flashlight light lit up, immediately whitening the surrounding space - under its cold and dim light, that A half-broken glass chandelier, stuck in the fragments, occupied half of the hall in a splattered state.
The person holding the flashlight was a short, fat, unattractive man. A pair of thick lenses reflected light under the flashlight. He pulled off his cultural shirt and walked towards the chandelier, looking around.
"With such a heavy force, an elephant was killed..." He narrowed his eyes and just laughed for a while, but his voice suddenly stopped.
... Under the chandelier, there was no blood oozing out as he expected.
The thick glasses just shook, and he suddenly realized what he was doing. However, before he could turn around, a hand suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind, and gradually tightened around his throat - the force was not strong enough. Not much, but the blood in the body suddenly changed its direction, rushing towards the hand, and then disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Look at me carefully," when the thick glasses made me feel weak and my eyes were dizzy and darkened. The sound of Qingjiuru gritting his back teeth rang in his ears: "...With a face like this, are you going to hit it with a chandelier?"
A vague "gurgling" sound came from the throat with thick glasses. It was not clear whether it was blood flow or lack of breath.
"How come you always find an opportunity to praise yourself?"
As he spoke, Ji Shanqing showed his head from the other side of the chandelier - when he saw him, his thick glasses suddenly widened his eyes. After fluttering his hands and feet a few times - the clothes on Li Bao's chest were torn. No skin could be seen under the layers of clothes that were unfolded; he covered the holes in the clothes with his hands with an unhappy look on his face, instructing Qingjiu: "Put it down when it's almost done, and I'll **** you to death later." ."
"...I just know how to use my mouth." Qingjiuru muttered. Seeing that the thick glasses had turned white and his face looked like he was about to faint, he lazily threw him to the ground and put a few fingers on his neck out of boredom as a precaution.
Thick glasses that just lost a lot of blood in one breath. Now he really didn't even have the strength to get up; he glanced at Ji Shanqing with trembling lips, and asked vaguely: "You...how...and why..."
"Firstly, because he is not a human being. Secondly, because we all realized that each other was still in the hall - ask something creative." Before his question came out, Qingjiuru finished the answer impatiently: "...No ? Then we ask you."
"Was that your ability just now?" Ji Shanqing squatted down and said with certainty: "Who are you? Why did you come to your door?"
Thick Glasses took a breath and opened his mouth——
【How do you spend 10,000 yuan to make a horror movie? 】
The answer is editing.
Once you have determined who the "actor" is. This ability can be activated. After activation, every action taken by the actor, every word spoken, and every scene appeared will be used as initial film data. Editing is provided for the ability owner; the sights and sounds released after editing will become the "set" and "plot" in the eyes of the actors. This allows the actors to act according to the script. Due to the limited budget, the film cannot be too long. After a maximum of fifteen minutes, the ending of the film's story must be determined - since it is a horror film, it is best if someone dies.
The film's budget of 10,000 yuan should be used to purchase necessary props. Don't spend more than it should.
ps: Once filming starts, the set will be protected from interruption until it ends.
"In other words, what we saw was actually recorded by you, modified, and then shown to us." Ji Shanqing sneered, "But this lamp, no matter how you look at it, there is more than one Ten thousand, right?"
"Things in the end, the end of the world are worthless." Thick Glasses struggled to say.
"This is really the worst film I have ever received in my acting career." Qingjiuru spat, pinched his neck and asked: "Why are you coming to trouble us?"
"I can't say—" Thick Glasses spat out these words, and suddenly felt a rush of blood; he hurriedly shouted to Ji Shanqing: "—In short, it's because a visa officer died! Did you kill him?"
"...How did you think it was me?" Libao was surprised. He didn't expect that this person was actually a candidate under another examiner - but he thought about it and quickly frowned.
"I have a few companions," Thick Glasses stammered, "I have the tracking ability of a woman..."
"No," Qingjiu Liu also discovered the discrepancy: "When I heard the whistle for the first time, the task of tracking the visa officer killer had not yet been completed-"
"Whistle?"
Behind a pair of lenses ~IndoMTL.com~ the man opened his eyes in confusion. "Is this the whistle you're talking about?"
Qing Jiuliu and Ji Shanqing paused, then raised their heads with pale faces.
The long whistle sounded softly, this time the distance was much closer, and it sounded as clear as if it was in the ear. (To be continued.)
ps: Do you know how long I have been stuck on this chapter! From nine o'clock in the morning! Stuck all the way until now! Finally finished! ! Obviously I have already thought about the plot that will happen next, but it is a wonderful experience to live and die even if I can't write it... I won't write too many horror plots. After all, some people love and others are afraid of it. Thank you to everyone such as Little Fat Bird, Hua Xia Mian, Mia, etc. for your tips, and everyone such as Nianhua Jushi, Guo Randuo, Lost Fallen Leaves, Daughter Chasing the Sun, etc. for your monthly votes! You want to ask me why the list is so short? If I stay in front of the computer for a while, I will vomit...
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