Spirit Communication Game
Two similar footsteps echoed in the corridor, and different colored fluorescent lights shone from the bottom of the doors on either side.
Walking in a monotonous landscape can easily create the illusion of blurred time, and whenever Yu Xing back, she can see the "Bridge of Helplessness" right there, forever at the end of her sight, as if the distance has never changed.
Three or four minutes later, Yu Xing's eyebrows twitched: It's a bit strange. It's been so long, the other two groups should have finished what they were doing and come up by now.
But they didn't appear on the stairs for a long time.
Could it be... that the staircase I'm seeing now is in a state of flux, blurring the lines between reality and illusion, with Group One stairs leading to a different space?
This explains why Yu Xing hasn't encountered Chengzi and Xiao Yan for so long.
"Ring ring..."
Suddenly, a bell rang from ahead.
At the same time, Yu Xing's wrist was pulled, and the little bell emitted a crisp sound, even pulling him forward.
Zhao Yijiu's bell rang as well. They exchanged a glance, neither of them showing any panic.
What's meant to happen will happen.
The bell rang for a few seconds and then stopped, but the traction on their wrists remained. They remembered the supervisor saying, "Don't let the guests ring the bell a second time," and it was best to heed that advice.
So the two quickened their pace and soon saw a room from which a faint red light was leaking through a crack in the door.
Yu Xing said, "This is it."
"Hmm." Zhao Yijiu reached out to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
Something was wriggling on the dark door, and only by the light of the eerie green lanterns hanging from the ceiling could they see that it was a stain of blood.
Although the red bloodstains were somewhat dimmed by the light of the green lanterns, they still received the information from the "guests".
The bloodstains writhed for a moment, then formed the Arabic numeral "1" on the door.
"?" Zhao Yijiu looked at Yu Xing with a questioning gaze.
"One..." Yu Xing murmured, "It seems like only one person can go in at a time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the numbers on the door remained unchanged.
Zhao Yijiu, however, didn't think Yu Xing was wrong. He asked directly, "So, shall you do it or shall I?"
"I'll do it." Yu Xing considered for two seconds.
He felt that Zhao Yijiu should not be afraid of ghosts now that she was alone, but ghosts are normally impossible to kill without the special methods given in the deduction, so Zhao Yijiu still had the risk of being harmed by ghosts.
As for himself... he can't die anyway. Even if he can't do anything to the ghosts, the ghosts can't do anything to him either. So why not let him test how strong the ghosts on the second floor are?
Zhao Yijiu didn't try to take it from him. "Be careful."
Yu Xing: "I know, I know."
Under Zhao Yijiu's gaze, Yu Xing touched the doorknob again. This time, the door did not stop him. With a grating creak, the rusty and sluggish door, which seemed to have not been maintained for many years, was slowly opened.
The air, slightly damper than in the corridor, seeped into his breath. A faint red light illuminated Yu Xing's pale face. He turned and nodded to Zhao Yijiu, indicating that he was free to move around, before going inside.
This is a square room, furnished like a bathroom, with large tiles on the floor.
As soon as Yu Xing entered the room, the door behind him creaked shut by itself, accompanied by a click of the lock. Without him having to lift a finger, the things in the room "thoughtfully" locked the door for him, separating him from the corridor.
A small, pale red lamp hung on the wall, allowing Yu Xing to barely make out the room's furnishings.
The room was very large; the seven-by-seven-square-meter space felt too empty, and the lack of any decorations only served to highlight what little was available.
The most eye-catching thing was a pure white bathtub in the very center of the room. Yu Xing walked over calmly, placed her hand on the edge of the bathtub, and glanced inside.
There is water inside.
The water was not transparent; it was full, and due to the dim environment, the water in the tank seemed pitch black, with only a shimmering light reflecting off the surface, casting the shadow of Yu Xing alone.
Nobody knows if there's anything soaking in the water.
Yu Xing shifted her gaze and looked around—there were no guests here.
No, that's not right... Yu Xing sensed the coldness and eerie atmosphere in the space and guessed that the guest was here, but hadn't appeared, and was probably watching him from the shadows.
To be honest, there's very little stuff in this room.
Besides the bathtub, there was a cardboard box in the corner of the room, and behind the bathtub, on the wall directly opposite the door, was a full-length mirror.
There aren't many places that can hide people, or rather, hide ghosts.
Yu Xing's fingertips glided across the bathtub, the cold, slippery sensation lingering on her fingertips.
He walked towards the mirror, where his reflection gradually magnified. His expression was gloomy, and his shirt, vest, and suit trousers accentuated his tall and straight figure. His thick, soft black hair gave his otherwise effeminate face, which made it impossible to discern his exact age, a youthful air.
The bathtub was right behind him, quiet and still, which only made it more and more eerie.
Yu Xing smiled, and his reflection in the mirror made the same expression.
He then stopped paying attention to the mirror image and focused his attention on the frame.
The full-length mirror had a wide and thick frame, engraved with dense, meaningless patterns. He reached out and touched it, feeling the sharp, metallic texture.
As he touched her, his hand paused.
"This is..." Holding a piece of paper between two fingers, Yu Xing tore the palm-sized piece of paper off the side of the picture frame and finally saw the "guest's" request.
[Let's play a Yugi, waiter.]
[This is my favorite Yugi, its charm second only to eternal youth and the fear it inspires. Come on, its name is... Bloody Mary.]
Bloody Mary?
Yu Xing's interest was piqued. If he remembered correctly, this term had several meanings. Besides the Bloody Mary cocktail, it also referred to Mary I, the queen of medieval England and Ireland.
Furthermore, Bloody Mary, a figure steeped in terrifying legends, is known as the crippling bride, the bloodthirsty prophet, and the wicked Witch.
The Bloody Mary mentioned by this guest is likely a very famous Spirit Communication Game.
There are many versions of this Yugi, Yu Xing didn't know which version this was for the time being. He then looked at the bottom half of the note.
[Yugi Step 1: Turn off all the lights and splash water on the mirror.]
[Yugi Step 2: Light a candle and place it in front of the mirror, then hold a knife in your hand.]
[Yugi Step 3: Say "Bloody Mary" three times, clearly pronouncing each syllable, then look in the mirror.]
[Yugi Step 4: Wait for Bloody Mary to arrive.]
There are four steps in total, which are not complicated, but usually the simplest version does not require splashing water or using a knife.
It is said that sometimes Bloody Mary does not harm people; only her reflection is seen in the mirror, and she will answer some questions from the summoner.
Sometimes Bloody Mary will drive people to suicide or pull them into a mirror.
With the added requirements of splashing water and wielding a knife, Yu Xing felt that the Bloody Mary he summoned would be a terrifying thing.