Seeing Harold rolling his eyes, Cheng Qianxun said softly: "You take one and listen to it...
Don't forget, it has to be exciting enough."
If the process is exciting enough, there will be no ghosts to disturb it.
Didn't everyone understand?
Sneijder immediately put on a bad smile on his face and walked over slowly: "Uncle, come and let me hear if your heartbeat is there."
"No, let me listen."
Reger also started to joke, grabbed Sneijder, and smiled at Harold: "Come on, uncle, let me listen."
"I'll do it, I'm a professional."
Rudolph also joined in the confusion.
Harold stared blankly, wondering what these people were doing.
The three of them had already walked up to Harold, still pulling each other.
Sneed winked at Harold: "If you don't want ghosts to come out, you'd better cooperate."
Harold finally understood and heard Cheng Qianxun suppressing a smile and saying, "Uncle Harold, just take off your shirt and let them listen with your ears."
"Yes" The three people really started to take off Harold's shirt.
Hearing a noise in the room, Harold yelled: "What are you doing?
What are the men doing?"
"Take it off, take it off, we are all men, just wear a top."
Reger said with a loud smile, but then whispered: "Yes, make it lively."
Rudolph tugged on Harold's other sleeve: "It's just a good time to test your skills.
It's not that none of the five can beat you.
The three of us just want to practice our skills."
"You guys, do you really want to take it off?"
Harold muttered softly, and then said: "Okay, just take it off together, it's just a top anyway."
It was getting more and more lively now, and Cheng Qianxun could only cover his eyes, turn away, and smile secretly.
Someone behind Leng Buding picked her up and she screamed in fright.
"That's it now.
We all took off our shirts and you didn't even look back.
It's such a waste."
It was Sneijder who picked her up and smiled mischievously in her ear.
"Stop being ridiculous."
Cheng Qianxun's face immediately turned red.
"Haha, I told you she would blush."
Sneijder led everyone to laugh: "Hey, do you want to hear whether my heart is beating?"
"Just listen."
Cheng Qianxun looked at Sneijder's body with his shirt off, his face flushed.
Others started shouting, "Listen, listen."
They even played so thoroughly that they all took off their shirts.
Cheng Qianxun finally cursed: "I haven't showered in a few days.
I don't listen and my ears are dirty."
This made everyone laugh again.
It’s time to smile, but the problem is still not solved.
At this time, there was another sound downstairs, and another hour passed with noisy, laughing and joking.
Everyone waited for a while, and after no accident occurred, they sat down one after another.
Harold frowned slightly: "Why do you have to do this and let us look for the dead?
Is it true that some of us are dead and we don't know it?"
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"Anyway, let's take a guess.
I don't want to see that female ghost with blood from the corner of her mouth and getting under the quilt again."
Regeer thought of the female ghost again in the middle of the night.
"It's the one standing at the door," Sneijder joked: "Actually, the female ghost wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and she still looks okay."
She didn't lay on him, so she said something sarcastic.
Regel rolled his eyes and said, "Then you ask her to get under your bed next time."
"I'm so tired."
Mike leaned against the wall and yawned: "I'm too lazy to guess, so I'll just die.
It's a waste of energy to guess."
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, his heart suddenly moved and he said to Rudolf: "Rudolf, could you please repeat what the manager, oh, that ghost said just now?"
After Rudolph thought for a while, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha..." which shocked everyone.
After he paused, he said seriously: "This is the beginning, and then stop barking."
Cheng Qianxun almost rolled his eyes, he really had a sense of black humor.
"Then he pulled out the knife on the wall..."
Rudolph's memory ability is super strong.
For something like this that happened no more than half a day ago, the repetition must be very accurate.
"Someone is actually dead...
He may not even know that he is dead, and he continues to live among you..."
When Rudolph reached this point in his retelling, Cheng Qianxun quickly stopped.
"Repeat this again," she demanded.
"Continue to live among you" Rudolf asked rhetorically.
"One more sentence" "He may not even know he is dead."
"One more sentence."
"Someone is actually dead" "Okay."
Cheng Qianxun seemed to have found the crux, and she smiled slightly.
"What did you find?"
Rudolph seemed to know something after asking, and the corners of his mouth raised into a smile.
"What to find?"
Others are still confused.
"I didn't find anything."
Cheng Qianxun blinked and smiled slyly: "Now take a nap and then search harder."
Rudolf also lay down and covered himself with the quilt: "You're right.
Only when you sleep well can you have the energy to find the ghost.
Everyone, sleep quickly.
We will continue to look for the ghost tomorrow morning."
Although they were muttering, Sneijder and Regel still lay down.
Seeing everyone lying down, Mike asked: "Who is on duty?"
Cheng Qianxun said leisurely: "What's it worth?
I'll look for ghosts early tomorrow morning.
Didn't I say that as long as it's exciting enough, ghosts won't be sent here."
Mike was stunned in place when he heard Rudolph correct him: "The original words are: Stop laughing, this is nothing funny.
Anyway, the search process is exciting enough, so there won't be any ghosts to disturb you."
What else is there to say?
Mike walked to his bunk and lay down: "Then sleep."
Soon, everyone fell asleep.
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It was almost two o'clock, and we were really tired.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
A loud noise woke everyone up.
"Ah, what's the matter?"
Basong was even more frightened and jumped up like a grasshopper.
Cheng Qianxun and Rudolf were each seen holding a metal object.
It looked like a metal plate hanging downstairs and in the hallway.
Sometimes it might have some award printed on it.
They found knives and forks from nowhere and banged them hard.
"What are you doing?"
Of course Reger was startled.
When he saw clearly, he lay down with a sigh of relief and covered his head with the quilt.
Cheng Qianxun stopped and said seriously: "Of course we're looking for ghosts.
It's already ten o'clock, and Satan won't agree to go back to sleep.
There are still fourteen hours until midnight, so of course we have to start looking for them."
"Bang!"
Rudolph dropped the plate and began to put his ear to a person's chest and listen.
Everyone was stunned, and finally Sneijder couldn't help shouting: "What are you doing, what are you doing?"
"Listen to the heartbeat."
Rudolf said seriously: "Since everyone's heart beats, you must know that ghosts can create hallucinations, and heartbeats are also created.
Listen after you are frightened.
If it is a ghost, the heartbeat may not be fast.
Don't move, I Not finished yet” "So do you hear who has a problem?"
Hogan almost fainted at this theory.
Rudolf showed a serious spirit of theoretical research.
After listening to Sneijder's heartbeat, he replied: "It's almost there."
"Che" everyone expressed their contempt.
The food was divided.
Everyone got a corresponding portion of food and water and started eating.
While eating, Harold suddenly thought of something: "We haven't used the toilet since we arrived in the underworld.
This is unscientific."
Indeed, I didn’t even go to the toilet once, not even a fart.
Although they save time and avoid embarrassment, the fact is that they are different from ordinary people.
Cheng Qianxun said calmly: "What's the matter?
Things in the underworld are different.
You don't have beards, right?"
Rudolf also expressed indifference to this most noteworthy phenomenon: "Maybe the difference in time and space means that what we eat now is only converted into energy, but there is no residue in the body.
So there is no need to defecate. " When Harold was about to say something, Cheng Qianxun announced: "After eating, everyone starts doing exercise and running up the stairs."
"Why?"
Even Sneijder, who thought he knew Cheng Qianxun very well, was stunned.
Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows: "Can ghosts sweat?"
Sneijder was stunned for a moment, then replied: "Probably not."
"By the way, ghosts can cry, but I've never heard of them sweating."
Cheng Qianxun said energetically: "So we have to run up the stairs, and whoever doesn't sweat is a ghost."
Rudolph also agreed: "Yes, anyone who doesn't sweat must be a ghost."
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"I don't..."
Before Bassong could say "I won't go", Rudolf started wiping the gun with salt bullets.
While wiping, he said sinisterly: "Another way to test whether it is a ghost is to try it with this gun."
Although the salt gun is not lethal, it has a very powerful firing force.
It can remove a layer of paint from the wall and create small pits.
If you hit the body, the flesh will definitely be numb, and if you add salt, it will be even more painful.
Basong looked at the others as if asking for help: "You just don't care."
But Regel nodded: "I run.
Exercise can make you healthy."
"Increase endurance and promote digestion," Sneijder also said.
Harold looked around: "You can feel like you're still alive even if you break out in a sweat."
Hogan raised his hand: "I don't want to run up the stairs, can I skip rope?"
Boxing has a rope skipping connection, and Cheng Qianxun said yes, as long as he sweats.
Mike raised his eyebrows: "I don't have a problem with that.
Sitting alone, you might as well do some exercise.
It's easier to pass the time."
"No objection then.
Let's go exercise after eating."
Cheng Qianxun took a bite of the compressed biscuit with satisfaction.
Basong could only scream: "Oh my God, a bunch of lunatics."
After eating, take a short rest and start running the stairs on the hour.
"Dong dong dong...dong dong dong..."
On the not very wide stairs, one group of people went up from the left, while another group of people went down from the right.
The stairs were shaken so loudly that the ash in the gaps in the stairs fell one after another, and the wooden boards bent slightly downward with each step.
Probably the haunted house used to only have screams and silence, and it had never been so lively.
The taller ones who were two or three steps up walked up one step at a time, reaching the second floor in seven or eight steps.
Then they turned back with the team and ran all the way down, repeating the cycle.
To be continued: