infinite danger

Chapter 192 Master, let go

The taskers finally decided to find the red crayon box in the photo together.

Ji Siwei said to join them.

But his purpose is not the crayon box, but to find the position of the drawer. His intuition tells him that there is a connection between the crayon box and the drawer.

Ji Siwei felt a headache when he thought that after returning to the D7470 train, not only would he have to deal with the conductor, but his body might continue to shrink.

"Professor Wenren only said that the crayon box is inside the castle. The castle is so big and the crayon box is so small, so it's not easy to find it." Shu'er stood up, paced back and forth in the dining room, her high-heeled shoes made a crisp sound: "Why don't we go find it separately, two or three people are in charge of a floor, it depends on who is lucky."

Qin Lin was the first to agree: "Agreed, so, let me go to the third floor with you to look for it."

"I also agree to search separately." Lemon put down the cup in his hand, and put forward different opinions: "But I think it is fair, let's draw lots to decide who will team up with whom and which floor will be in charge."

Qin Lin and Shu'er looked at each other without any objection.

Shu'er asked calmly: "There are few rooms on the first floor, two people are in charge, and three people on the second and third floors, do you have any objection?"

This is the fairest way, and everyone has no objection.

Shu'er took a pen and paper to write down the serial number, folded it into small squares, threw it randomly on the table, took one at random, opened it and showed it to everyone: "People who draw the same serial number will automatically form a group and be responsible for the corresponding floor. , I got 2, and I'm in charge of the 2nd floor."

The taskers took the slips of paper one by one.

Lemon's eyes lit up after opening the note: "I'm '2' too, I'm with you."

"Me too." Qin Lin put down the note and walked to them.

The man in the black hat slowly unfolded the crumpled note with the word "1" written on it.

Ji Siwei was the last one to draw. He unfolded the note and saw that it was also "1".

first floor.

After knowing that Ji Siwei and the man in the black hat formed a team, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the rest of them showed their notes one by one, and formed a team to go to other floors.

Only Ji Siwei and the man in the black hat were left in the restaurant.

Ji Siwei raised his eyelids and looked at the man in the black hat calmly.

"Shall we start looking too?"

The man in the black hat looked down at him and pulled the corners of his lips. There was no clue on his face, and his voice was not as hoarse as before.

When this guy first appeared this morning, he was in a very suspicious state, but now he looks like a normal person, which is hard to figure out.

"The ghost disappeared after it ran out of the room last night. It must still be in the castle at this time. It's better to be cautious."

Ji Siwei reminded himself in his heart, and summoned the little puppet to come to him. He picked up the photo of Professor Wenren on the dining table and flicked it lightly: "Little puppet, let's play a game."

The puppet blinked and asked curiously, "What game?"

With white fingers pinching the thin photo, she stretched it out to the little puppet: "Did you see the little box in the photo? It's in this house. Our game is called a treasure hunt, whoever finds it first wins. "

"It's fun!" The little puppet excitedly clenched its fists and asked a simple question: "What happens if you win? Will the master call the little puppet 'Daddy'?"

The eight-tailed cat laughed unkindly: "What a good idea."

Ji Siwei was a little dazed, where did the puppet learn these saucy words?

Could it be that he taught by precept and example?

Ji Siwei held the head of the cat with eight tails that was shaking with laughter, and tricked it without hesitation: "Whoever wins can make eight tails call 'Daddy', and the game begins."

"The little puppet can definitely be found!" The little puppet cheered, his repressed nature was released, and he searched through boxes and boxes in the restaurant.

The cheated eight-tailed cat looked innocent: "Huya, have you asked my opinion?"

"Your opinion is not important." Ji Siwei rolled his eyes: "If you don't want to call daddy, just find the crayon box first."

The eight-tailed cat looked at Ji Siwei's childish face, and snorted: "For your sake, I don't care about you."

Ji Siwei smiled and stretched out his claws towards its tail, and the eight-tailed cat quickly dodged and joined the demolition team.

The man in the black hat walked behind Ji Siwei at some point, looked at the figure of the eight-tailed cat jumping up and down with dull eyes, and said quietly, "Your puppet and cat can talk, who are you?"

"Me?" Ji Siwei raised his hand to straighten his tie, and said casually, "I'm just an ordinary citizen."

After all, he didn't look at the man in the black hat, and followed the two little guys slowly, looking for the red crayon box and drawers.

The man in the black hat didn't ask any more questions, but followed him step by step, rummaging around from time to time.

The little puppet and the eight-tailed cat are as capable of tearing down a house as a husky, and the places they pass are like locusts crossing the border. The two waiters trembled when they saw it, and they wanted to stop it but dared not, so they had to follow behind to clean up the mess.

If the housekeeper saw this scene, he would probably have a heart attack.

After half an hour, I have searched (dismantled) all the places that can be found (dismantled), and I can't even see the shadow of the crayon box.

Ji Siwei didn't find the white cabinet either.

"Huya, can we go to the second floor to look for it?" The eight-tailed cat hadn't had enough fun yet, its two front paws were rubbing against the floor, ready to move: "Little puppet, do you want to continue playing?"

With its back facing the eight-tailed cat, the little puppet floated in front of a wall, tilted its head in doubt, and did not answer it.

Ji Siwei noticed that the little puppet's reaction was a bit strange, and walked up to it: "What's wrong?"

"Master, this wall is a bit strange."

The little puppet pressed its hand against the wall, releasing the blood mist, which traveled on the wall and penetrated into it.

"Snapped--"

Ji Siwei heard a crisp sound, as if something had cracked.

The wallpaper on the wall was melted into a circular gap by the blood mist, revealing a smooth mirror surface.

not good!

The smile on Ji Siwei's face suddenly faded, and the dark red blood mist burst out from the depths of his eyes. He held the puppet's body: "Stop!"

Hearing this, the little puppet quickly took back all the blood mist, but it was too late.

The wallpaper was completely melted away by the blood mist, revealing the true face underneath—this is not a wall at all, but a hidden mirror.

When Ji Siwei raised his eyes, he met a pair of malicious eyes.

There was a faint black air in the mirror, and a little boy in a striped hospital gown stood in the mirror, with thick bandages wrapped around his body, only his oversized eyes were exposed.

The little boy was holding two red crayons in his bandaged hands, his palms were scarlet, it didn't look like crayon dust, but blood.

Ji Siwei looked at the crack on the mirror, and his heart became cold little by little.

"Master! Let go!" The little puppet seemed to feel something, and struggled vigorously in Ji Siwei's palm, a rare panic appeared on his fearless face.

"Huya, let go!" The eight-tailed cat also understood the situation, and was so anxious that it hung in the air, wrapped its tail around Ji Siwei's hand, trying to make him let go.

The little boy in the mirror seemed to find this scene very amusing, and there was a hint of a smile in his cloudy eyes.

The majestic blood mist overflowed from Ji Siwei's palm, forming a spherical shape, tightly wrapping the puppet. At the same time, a red totem appeared on the puppet's forehead.

The temperature of the blood mist gradually increased, and the hair on the eight-tailed cat's tail curled up. It had reached the limit of its endurance. It fell to the ground and hit Ji Siwei's calf with its head: "Huya, let go! Don't you want your hand anymore?!"

Affected by the blood mist, the man in the black hat standing not far away showed a painful expression and quickly distanced himself.

The little puppet knew that he had accidentally caused trouble, and looked at Ji Siwei with pleading dark eyes: "Master, the little puppet is fine, let go."

Ji Siwei gritted his teeth, and reluctantly let go of his hand, several sharp lights appeared out of thin air, piercing through the blood mist instantly, splitting the little puppet's body.

Because he was too close, Ji Siwei was also impacted by this force, and fell to the ground with his whole body scratched, blood oozing out continuously.

The totem on the little puppet's forehead became dim, and it slowly closed its eyes, its hands hanging down feebly.

The body that was originally nourished by spiritual power and became round and vivid gradually changed into the original rough appearance, suspended in the blood mist.

Although Ji Siwei's blood mist could not protect his body from damage, it could at least preserve his body.

Otherwise, its body will become a broken mirror like the tasker who smashed the mirror.

"Huya, are you okay?" The eight-tailed cat jumped to Ji Siwei's side, wrapped its tail gently around his arm, and helped him stand up.

"fine."

Ji Siwei looked at the mirror.

The black air in the mirror became more intense, and the cracks had been repaired. Inside the mirror, there was a simple room with words written all over the wall with red crayons. The little crayon boy stood where he was, looking at him.

The eyes are full of provocation.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Siwei saw the puppet's soul appear in the mirror.

It opened its eyes, and when it saw Ji Siwei, it pressed its hands on the mirror, a little anxiously: "Master!"

Ji Siwei raised his hand to untie his black tie, wrapping it around his bleeding palm.

Sensing someone approaching, Ji Siwei turned his head to see that the man in the black hat was walking towards him holding a chair.

Ji Siwei bit the corner of his tie and tied it with one hand, a strange red color flew from his bottomless eyes.

A chill suddenly appeared on the back of the man in the black hat. He threw down the stool, turned and ran.

A ray of red light shot out from Ji Siwei's fingertips and penetrated the chest of the man in the black hat.

A black shadow was shot out by the red light, hit the wall, and let out a scream.

It's the ghost that ran out of the room last night.

It turned out that it had been attached to the man in the black hat all along, but it hadn't moved because it was too cowardly.

Seeing that Ji Siwei was injured now, and with the support of the little crayon boy, he mustered up the courage to attack Ji Siwei.

The eight-tailed cat rushed forward nimbly, and before the ghost could react, it tore its body apart and swallowed the Yin Qi flying around in one gulp.

The man in the black hat fell to the ground, still not waking up.

Putting the broken body of the puppet in his pocket, Ji Siwei looked at the puppet tenderly: "Don't be afraid, I will definitely bring you home safely."

The black fruit knife fell into the palm of his hand, Ji Siwei lowered his hand, and walked towards the mirror without hesitation.