The long lightning rod pierced Basong's chest, and a section of it was exposed behind his back, and blood slowly flowed out from under his body.
No one could save him, and Rudolf said helplessly: "Go find a stick, a bamboo pole or something.
If it's not long enough, just use a fishing line to pick him up and bring him back."
What was retrieved was not a living person, but a corpse.
Basong was obviously dying, and there was blood flowing from his mouth.
His face was leaning on the ground, facing everyone, staring, but the light in his eyes was getting weaker and weaker.
It felt really bad to see a person dying but feel helpless.
Cheng Qianxun covered her mouth.
If she put her hands down, people would definitely see her lips trembling.
Basong is still very young, and he often makes mistakes just because he is young.
Even if Mike is reckless, he can at least listen to what the team says.
The reason for retrieving the body is also very simple.
The body cannot be left lying in front of the door for the next four days.
There is fog here both day and night, and the humidity is so high that the body stinks in about three days.
Even if you make it to the eighth day and still haven't smelled the body odor, the thought of a teammate's body lying in front of the door every night is enough to make you feel horrified.
Basong finally twitched for the last time, his eyes were dull, and all the light in his eyes disappeared. he finally died Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes and shook his head; while Hogan could only sigh slightly.
The bell rang at half past four, and Basong's body in the thin mist gradually became lighter and lighter with the mist.
When the fog that was only half a finger high finally faded, he disappeared without a trace. trace.
"I couldn't find the bamboo pole or hook."
Regel, who was looking for tools to get Basong here, came over.
When he looked in front of the door, he was stunned.
There was nothing in front of the door except a lightning rod stuck in the ground.
The blood stains were also absorbed into the soil, leaving nothing but a pool of wet soil on the ground to prove what had just happened.
"There is nothing here.
It seems that the furniture needs to be dismantled."
Sneijder's voice came from behind, accompanied by the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
"No need."
Reger turned to the back and shouted, "He's gone."
"It's true that he disappeared."
Cheng Qianxun glanced at Hogan, who was beside him just now: "He just disappeared slowly, and finally disappeared."
Hogan nodded: "Yes."
"He's gone again.
I don't know if he will appear again this time.
He must be completely dead this time."
Mike sneered.
It was obviously inappropriate at this time, and other teammates looked at him with strange eyes.
Cheng Qianxun said solemnly: "Once a person dies, everything ends with life.
This is the reason why the dead are the most important.
Basong's death is not for chatting.
Learning lessons is the most important thing."
Mike raised his hands and said sincerely: "Okay, I was wrong.
Sorry, sorry, okay."
Harold turned around: "Then don't face the empty door again unless you can see him back."
At this time, the sky began to slowly lighten up, the sky turned dark gray, and the clouds in the sky were low and dense.
"It's almost dawn, let's rest and eat."
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Rudolph also turned around.
Taking one last look at the lightning rod stuck in front of the door, Regeer closed the door.
With one less person, food is plentiful.
But no one had the appetite to eat more.
Everyone was thinking about Basong's death.
Basong's performance on this level is not good, it can be said to be very bad.
On other levels, he may be able to escape quickly and hit hard with his legs and feet.
But when I got here, I completely turned into a sheep.
He also disappears from time to time and no one knows where he has gone.
He died inexplicably.
He jumped from a building and was struck by a lightning rod.
"Okay, let's analyze it."
Anyway, I'm thinking, so why not tell them all, maybe I can find something else.
Cheng Qianxun's hand holding the compressed cookie pointed at the tilted clock.
Although it was leaning against the wall next to it, the pendulum below was still swinging back and forth: "This clock is equivalent to a time teller. , no matter how many days it is, how long it is left, the other function is that the current haunting will happen on time
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"And it doesn't matter day or night, 24 hours a day, whenever you want to make trouble, you can make trouble."
Reger added.
Rudolph also has his own opinion: "I have used no less than ten methods to calculate the next possible time, and I am sure there is no pattern."
Sneijder replied: "The above preferences are the rules.
But Satan is still kind.
Every time the trouble is over, it can take up to six hours or as little as two hours, so we still give us some rest time."
"Actually, waiting is scarier," Mike added.
It's true that waiting is a torture, especially when you don't know whether there will be a haunted event on the next hour or what kind of ghost will come out.
Everything is unknown.
In such a silent environment, waiting is not a gift, but a torture.
The corner of Mike's mouth raised slightly: "One more thing is that most of the ghosts are female ghosts."
Everyone couldn't help but laugh, and the atmosphere became a little more relaxed.
"Actually, almost."
Hogan retorted with a smile and added: "Almost half, I feel like the noise is getting worse and worse, and now the house is in two."
Hogan sighed slightly: "Basong is dead."
A slightly sad atmosphere filled the air.
Harold broke the silence: "Basong is dead, but we are still alive.
There are still three days left."
But the most dangerous thing may be at the end.
From past experience, if Basong is included, there are four days left, one person will die every day, and exactly half of the people will be left.
Even if Satan said that everyone may live or die, one thing is right, there will definitely be one person who will make it out alive, and that is Sneijder.
Cheng Qianxun still didn't understand whether Basong's so-called inability to leave the house was true or false.
If it was fake, how could Basong come back well and jump down with confidence and boldness?
If it's true, why didn't something happen to him like he said?
Bassong's death was really worthless, making it a bit like a farce.
He also performed too poorly.
Probably his death, in Satan's eyes, became the only bright spot in his level.
After eating, everyone lay down on the spot and closed their eyes.
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If you can sleep, sleep.
If you can't sleep, at least close your eyes and relax.
Whenever the clock struck, everyone jumped up in unison and stood ready.
But there was no ghost, four hours passed, and there was still no ghost.
When the twelve o'clock bell rang, nothing happened.
Mike impatiently put the holy water in his hand aside and said angrily, "I won't wait any longer.
Let's go to bed first."
Because everyone He had to get up at any point, and he hadn't slept since midnight yesterday, which made his eyes bloodshot.
"You must endure it, otherwise you will be in trouble if you don't wake up."
Cheng Qianxun reminded that she also felt tired and wanted to sleep very much.
But when I think about something happening on the hour, I can't sleep.
"Whatever."
Mike got under the quilt and fell asleep.
"Let's sleep too.
It won't work if we continue like this."
Rudolf got into the quilt and said, "Maybe if one of us dies, we can take a breather."
You are indeed too tired, then go to sleep Everyone lay down and started to sleep.
The clock rang again and again.
About three or four hours passed in a daze, but they were too tired.
Everyone was too lazy to get up and take precautions.
Sometimes you can feel Rudolph sitting up, looking around, and then lying down again to sleep after finding that everything is okay.
The bell rang again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon, but someone was still snoring.
"Don't come over, get away..."
Upon hearing the voice, Cheng Qianxun woke up from his daze and sat up.
There were four other people who got up at the same time.
They had all slept for a while and their energy had recovered a little.
"Go away, go away..."
Mike lay on the quilt, mumbling.
It turned out to be a dream.
Everyone smiled at each other, and just as they were about to lie down, they heard a shrill cry, completely breaking the tranquility.
"Ah" Mike screamed and jumped up from the quilt.
This startled everyone, and they saw his eyes wide open, looking around in panic, and stepping back step by step: "Don't come over, don't come over..."
"Don't irritate him, he might be sleepwalking," Regel said softly, raising his arms to tell everyone not to be nervous.
It is said that sleepwalkers will go crazy if stimulated, and may commit murder or suicide.
Sneijder was a little confused: "Are sleepwalkers' eyes open?"
"Some people sleepwalk with their eyes open, and people around them don't even know they are sleepwalking."
Harold explained, and added: "There have been cases of sleepwalking murders."
"Then you think of a way."
Cheng Qianxun whispered to Harold.
Seeing his gaze, she also explained: "You are a professional, and Rudolf's professional is killing people, not solving sleepwalking patients. " "But my specialty is not a doctor."
Seeing everyone looking at him, Harold had no choice but to bite the bullet.
After thinking for a while, he said softly: "Okay, it's okay, it's okay, Mike, you are tired, you should lie down and sleep.
Everyone around you is gone, they were all scared away by you."
What nonsense?
Everyone looked at Harold again.
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But he was also helpless, spreading his hands as if asking: Do you have a better way?
Then let's go ahead.
Everyone try to use your eyes and body language to give hints, so as to avoid irritating Mike.
Harold continued to speak softly to Mike, who seemed to see a group of people surrounding him: "They are really gone.
Go to sleep.
Go to sleep quickly."
"No, don't come over."
Mike did not calm down.
Instead, he stared and screamed: "Where are you?
Who are they?"
What does it mean?
When everyone was guessing what this meant, Mike stepped back and called around: "Where are you Cheng, Harold, Rudolph, Sneijder..."
Now that he understood, Cheng Qianxun immediately shouted: "He's awake, just like me at that time, he can't see anyone else."
"Don't come over, don't come over."
Mike stepped back, encountered an obstacle, and fell to the ground.
He saw a piece of wood next to him, so he picked it up and waved it in the air while roaring like crazy: "Don't come here, you ghosts, all get out..." rs: