Over there,
Boss Zhou was still fighting with the person in the mirror
Over here,
Yingying, who was witty, cute, and well-liked by everyone, had already discovered the clues!
She immediately got up and went upstairs. She directly pushed open the door of the study and started searching on the desk.
In an ordinary family, the most likely place for a pen to appear was in the study. Of course, she could also look in the children's bedroom. However, since she lived in a villa, did the children also have a special small study?
Bai Yingying thought as she searched,
However,
The desk was very clean,
There were no pens even in the drawer.
There had been a suicide incident here. The police had come over to sweep it back and forth. Anything valuable and suspicious had been taken away as physical evidence and sealed.
Moreover,
This family lived in a villa, so they had a study room just for the occasion. These days, people didn't use pens much. Most of their communication was done with keyboards. Therefore, Yingying searched every corner of the study room and only found two pens.
One of the pens was still broken and couldn't write.
She placed the two pens in front of her,
Yingying tilted her head,
After thinking about it, she felt that a pen that could be used as a secret big boss was the source of all the masterminds behind the scenes,
Would be reduced to such an unstylish state.
"Ba Ji!"
Yingying pulled it with a little force,
The two pens broke at the same time.
Sigh,
It's not you,
Rest in peace.
After walking out of the study, Yingying looked for a few more rooms and found that the clothes, toys, stationery, and the like in the children's room were all gone.
Yingying fell into deep thought.
In fact, this was not difficult to understand. The mother took the two children to commit suicide by taking poison. The families of both sides must have taken away the children's clothes and other things that could be remembered. No one lived in this villa, so it naturally looked very "Empty and clean".
After searching for a long time,
She found the first floor from the second floor again,
This time, she was even more careful than the previous time when she looked for the boss. After all, there were not many places where she could hide a person as big as the boss,
But there were many places where she could hide a pen.
After searching for a while,
Except for the two pens in the study that had been dismembered,
Bai Yingying did not find a third pen.
She sat back on the sofa,
Bai Yingying looked at the books on the coffee table,
She was in a daze.
The books were here,
The books must be written with a pen,
Authors and the group of people in the agency who specialized in writing reports were called writers.
But why couldn't he find it?
He picked up the book.
He flipped through the pages.
Looking at the print on it,
Bai Yingying wondered if this "pen" did not refer to the traditional pen, but a more modern alternative?
For example …
Keyboard?
For example,
Laptop?
But he had looked around and didn't find anything like a computer or keyboard.
…
"Hey, at a time like this, can you not be so sentimental?"
Zhou Ze looked at the person in the mirror who looked exactly like him.
That person was still shouting angrily.
It was still roaring.
It was still struggling.
It could be seen,
He's crazy!
Perhaps,
One day,
Boss Zhou's real way to solve the second consciousness in his body was to use his own IQ to force the other party to commit suicide.
"Alright, alright, alright …"
Zhou Ze spread his hands.
"Did I misunderstand?"
The person in the mirror was finally not crazy.
"You have no idea of jesting.
You mean,
Mao? "
Zhou Ze fell into deep thought.
"Something with fur?
What left the hair?
Is there a monster here?
But I don't feel any demonic aura. "
In the mirror, Zhou Ze's eyes were dull.
He didn't move.
He looked outside.
Then.
He simply sat down.
There was nothing sadder than a dead heart.
Actually, boss Zhou was not to be blamed.
Any normal person would think of a "Pen" when they saw that place.
F * ck.
Can you still think of something as elegant as reciting poems when you see that place?
Then are you still a man?
The reason why Yingying next door could think of it so quickly was because before that, she had a lot of books in her subconscious.
But boss Zhou didn't.
In a daze, he fought with the crazy woman.
Then, he gnawed on the original pork ribs in the bathroom, a place that was not suitable for eating.
"How should I let you out now?"
Zhou Ze began to change his mind.
If he could let this person out.
Let him return to his body.
Then he would be able to be unparalleled.
Then all the problems would be solved.
He could go back to the bookstore and continue to live happily.
How beautiful!
But the person in the mirror didn't move at all. He was too lazy to care about Zhou Ze.
He didn't know if it was because he had no choice.
Or if he didn't want to go out at all.
"Don't be so negative, okay?" Zhou Ze patted the cracked mirror. "We can't give up hope."
The person in the mirror still didn't move.
Zhou Ze shook his head.
Forget it.
He simply pushed open the bathroom door.
He walked out.
Outside.
It was pitch black!
Zhou Ze remembered that he had turned on the lights. However, when he came out again, the lights were all off.
Moreover, this kind of black was very thick and deep. It was as if a large truck of ink had been poured in.
Instinctively.
Zhou Ze felt that something must have happened here.
"Rub rub..."
There was a slight friction sound.
It was as if there was a problem with the connection.
In such an environment, when such a sound suddenly appeared, not to mention ordinary people, even a ghost like Zhou Ze felt his body go numb.
In front of terror.
Everyone was equal.
Ghost messengers were not afraid of ghosts.
But the most terrifying thing in the world.
Actually, it wasn't a ghost.
"Pa!"
It lit up.
The television in the living room lit up.
The black and white snowflakes kept flickering. Although they brought light to the dark living room, this kind of light was really better than nothing.
… …
"Pen, where are you? Where are you..."
Bai Yingying held her cheeks with both hands, looking very distressed.
Actually.
Bai Yingying was still very smart.
In the entire bookstore.
Other than her, could she find a second person who could read Japanese?
Although she was reading "The Self-Cultivation of a Maid", it was still a Japanese book. Sigh.
She reached out and began to flip through the books in front of her one by one. It was said that the author called Second Sister-in-law had written many books, but Yingying was not very familiar with her. She would only smile when she cleaned the bookshelves every day.
In the past, Yingying had heard the old priest talk about a Northeast Second Sister-in-law.
There were also people like Mr. Qin, Mr. Zhou, and Mr. Bang. The old priest said that they were all artists. They were all experiencing life in prison and waiting to be released to create more down-to-earth works.
She remembered that she had asked the old priest why all artists had to live in prison?
The old priest said that this was to get closer to life. The old priest also said that Lu Xun had met his cellmate, Zhou Shuren, when he was in prison. The two of them later became close friends.
As she flipped,
The cover of a book attracted Yingying.
The cover was a pen.
A... pen!
It was very abrupt.
It was also very monotonous.
It was just a pen as the cover. There was nothing else.
The title of the book was "Nightmare at the Tip of the Pen". It was obvious that it was a ghost story.
She flipped through the introduction.
It was about a person who accidentally owned a magical pen. If he used this pen to write a story, the things in the story would naturally happen in reality.
The first time he used this pen to write a horror story.
The story took place in a villa.
At night.
Suddenly, the power went out.
He walked to the living room in the dark to look at the electricity meter.
But at this moment.
The television in the living room.
In the state of the power outage.
Suddenly, it turned on by itself.
At first, there were only black and white snowflakes flashing on the television.
But then.
Instead, something terrible happened … … …..
"This introduction is well written."
Bai Yingying subconsciously opened the first page and started reading.
Then, she realized that something was wrong and immediately closed the book.
Sob sob sob.
She was here to look for the boss.
Why was she sitting here and reading!
But it seemed that she had to read this book to find clues about the pen. She had just looked up and down, but she couldn't find the pen.
With that thought,
Bai Yingying could only continue to read the book.
Late at night, in the villa.
A high school girl.
Sitting in the desolate dusty living room.
Reading a book.
Ghost stories.
That was scary in itself!
But Yingying didn't feel anything.
That was nonsense.
She was a two-hundred-year-old zombie!
"The snowflakes on the TV began to disappear. I slowly retreated because I instinctively felt that something might crawl out of the TV.
I didn't pay attention.
I kept retreating and tripped myself.
I sat down on the sofa.
But my eyes continued to stare at the TV.
However.
What I didn't expect was.
True terror.
It came from behind me. "
Yingying read it out in a low voice as she watched.
...
Snowflakes kept coming out of the TV.
Zhou Ze stared at the TV.
He began to slowly retreat.
Zhou Ze had never seen "The Ring" before. In his previous life, Zhou Ze was focused on his studies and work. He was not interested in this kind of movie. Moreover, he was a doctor. He had seen many dead people and all kinds of miserable deaths. He was even less interested in horror movies.
In this life.
He had become a ghost in this life. What was the point of watching horror movies?
Zhou Ze had watched the Lin Zhengying series with Yingying in order to save Xu Qinglang, who had been poisoned by the corpse poison.
In the end, he felt so immersed that it was as if he was watching "Idler Ma."
But even if he had not seen "The Ring", Zhou Ze knew that the cute and sweet girl called Sadako liked to come out of the TV.
Retreat.
And be on guard.
It was never wrong to put a safe distance between them.
"Bang!"
Zhou Ze's knee hit the coffee table.
He lost his balance and fell onto the sofa.
However, Zhou Ze's gaze was still fixed on the TV.
There was a feeling.
It was coming out.
The thing in the TV was coming out.
It was coming out!
What Zhou Ze did not realize was.
In the darkness behind him.
There was a figure.