infinite danger

Chapter 152 Weak, Helpless and Poor

Ji Siyun put the slightly burnt fried shrimps on the plate, looked up at Ji Siwei: "Siwei, what's wrong with you, you just stood there dumbfounded and didn't speak, are you in a bad mood?"

The aunt took the pot from Ji Siyun, put it in the sink to wash it, and said without looking back: "Siwei is bored, it's rare that your sister doesn't work overtime on weekends, so don't be bored at home, eat Let your sister take you out to play after dinner?"

Ji Siyun brought the shrimps to the dining table, smiled softly at Ji Siwei, his eyes curved into two beautiful arcs: "Sure, where do you want to go, my sister treats you today."

Aunt also laughed: "Siwei, don't be polite to her, ask her to buy anything you want."

What you see, smell, and hear are all illusions.

Even if it is real, it is just an illusion.

Ji Siwei knew this in his heart.

Even knowing this, his heart is not without waves.

Because inside the illusion are his dear and beloved family members.

The real scene here is the screening room, Ji Siwei has already confirmed this point, the place where the steps hit is still burning and painful.

He closed his eyes, took his position as the midpoint, and recalled the layout of the entire projection hall and even the entire cinema.

A complete map unfolded in his mind.

He took a few steps to the right and raised his hand to touch a wall.

The frosted wallpaper rubbed against the pulp of the fingers.

He recalled the real face here.

Ji Siwei opened his eyes, and saw that his hand was pressing into the void, and his fingertips were squeezed until they were slightly sunken.

He didn't speak, and walked forward touching the invisible wall.

"Ji Siyun" looked at him inexplicably, raised his eyebrows high, and reminded loudly: "Siwei, what are you doing, if you continue walking, you will hit the table!"

"Auntie" also frowned slightly, and asked in a warm voice: "Siwei, what game are you playing?"

Ji Siwei glanced at them indifferently and continued walking forward.

There are two kinds of illusions that Fenglin can manipulate, one is the illusion that affects vision, and the other is the illusion that can drag people's consciousness into a certain space, similar to the world of movies.

Visual illusions have site limitations, and there is no problem in confusing ordinary people. They can even lure people to jump off a building or be hit by a car.

This environment is not difficult for a rational player like Ji Siwei with a strong memory to crack.

At the moment when Ji Siwei was about to hit the refrigerator, "Ji Siyun" put down the things in his hand, stepped forward and grabbed Ji Siwei's arm, looked up at him, and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you today, you want to hit the refrigerator with your head ?"

The hand on the arm was cold, but his face was exactly the same as Ji Siyun's.

Ji Siwei looked at those beautiful but soulless eyes, looked around calmly, and said coldly, "Feng Lin, how many times do you want to fool me with this illusion."

"Are you sure they are fake?" A hoarse voice sounded, a pale hand stretched out from behind "Ji Siyun", grabbed her neck, and lifted her up.

The skin of that hand was as loose as old age, with bluish white blood vessels protruding high, and the long and pointed nails dug into "Ji Siyun's" white and slender neck, and the bright red blood flowed slowly.

"Siwei, what's going on...I can't breathe anymore, save me...help me..."

"Ji Siyun" flapped his legs helplessly, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"What is this hand! Let go of my daughter!"

"Aunt" looked anxious, put down the things in her hands and rushed to "Ji Siyun", and was lifted into the air by a ghost halfway.

She tried her best to break off the ghost hand, looked at Ji Siwei desperately, with muddy tears welling up in her eyes, she opened her mouth: "Siwei... run..."

"I said I could let you go, but you gave up the opportunity." The hoarse voice laughed and mocked: "Your friends, innocent moviegoers, you can't save anyone."

Ji Siwei raised his hand without saying a word, and two streams of red mist overflowed from his fingertips, smashing the two ghost hands accurately.

"Ji Siyun" and "aunt" fell to the ground, stood up rubbing their necks, and ran towards Ji Siwei in panic.

"Thinking..."

Before they got there, the skin on their faces began to peel off, and two chaotic ghost figures squeezed out from the human skin, opened their mouths with a shrill smile, exposed their sharp fangs, and rushed towards Ji Siwei quickly.

Ji Siwei threw two small blood balls, smashing the oncoming ghosts.

The kitchen returned to calm.

The soup in the rice cooker was tumbling, and the water vapor rose upward.

Feng Lin did not appear again, as if he had disappeared.

Ji Siwei threw out the black knife hidden in his sleeve, and tapped the blade with his fingers.

A monstrous mist of blood appeared on the pitch-black blade, and he swung the knife towards the invisible wall.

The blade cut through the wallpaper and touched the bare wall, and there was a thin noise. Where the blade passed, sparks splashed, and the red blood mist left an obvious trace on the invisible wall, as if drawing out the illusion made a hole.

Ji Siwei ignored the table in front of him, raised his legs and continued to walk forward.

Wherever he passed, the obstacles in front of him turned into light mist and disappeared, and the illusion of the kitchen became riddled with holes.

The aroma of food in the air completely disappeared, and Ji Siwei smelled the smell that was exclusive to the screening hall.

As long as you don't feel it, don't fear it, the visual illusion won't hurt him.

Ji Siwei turned a corner along the wall and successfully found the entrance of the screening hall.

He fumbled for the doorknob and looked back.

The line drawn by the red blood mist erodes the illusion, and a wall is slowly exposed in midair. The obstacle smashed by him is being repaired, and the whole scene is very chaotic.

His doing this can only be regarded as destroying the illusion, not cracking the illusion.

To break the illusion, we need to solve the root of the problem - Fenglin.

Touching the cold doorknob, Ji Siwei began to think about a question—how did Feng Lin pull him into the visual illusion?

Ji Siwei rubbed the doorknob, thinking: "Thinking about it carefully, Feng Lin has actually been lingering by my side. The fake Ye Xiao and the fake Luo Yue I met after leaving the movie world were all created by Feng Lin. Could it be that , can his illusion affect me only by keeping a certain distance from me?"

If this guess is true, then Fenglin must still be around now.

And Fenglin didn't know that he had guessed this clue.

As long as he intentionally reveals a little flaw, or pretends that the ability disappears, it is possible to lure Fenglin into the bait.

"Maybe try it." Ji Siwei thought to himself.

Ji Siwei carefully restrained the evil spirit on his body, and quietly retracted the blood mist on the blade, even the blood mist on the wall disappeared.

He looked at the blade with puzzled eyes, and then looked back at the void.

Pretending to realize that the blood mist disappeared only now, a trace of surprise and fear appeared in his eyes just right.

He let go of the doorknob, spread his palms, and made a gesture to condense the blood mist, but nothing appeared in his palms.

The hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and he hid his hand behind his back "to hide it", and pushed the door open.

A gust of cold wind hit his face, and the picture in front of him was not the aisle in the movie theater. He didn't see anyone, nor did he see the doors of other projection halls, but a building ruin shrouded in darkness.

A crow flitted through the air, perched on the abandoned scaffolding, and screamed shrilly.

Inside the pitch-black building, a few pale shadows drifted past from time to time, as if there were eyes peeping in the dark.

Looking down, it is an abyss that cannot see the bottom.

Ji Siwei looked at the abyss without any fluctuations in his heart, but he had to show a look of fear, so that Feng Lin could believe that he was just a fish on a chopping board at this moment, ready to be slaughtered by ghosts.

Ji Siwei's little head turned around nimbly, and then he held the door frame with one hand, stretched out his legs carefully, and stepped into the void...

At this moment, a cold hand grabbed his wrist heavily and dragged him back.

"I'm hooked." Ji Siwei thought to himself, and let out a very unintentional cry.

His back fell heavily to the ground, and that cold, wet hand shackled his neck forcefully. The lack of oxygen in his brain was very obvious. Ji Siwei took a few breaths, thinking that this plan could be regarded as a bitter plan.

Feng Lin's blue and white face was close to his eyes, he was wet all over, and he smiled provocatively at Ji Siwei: "It turns out that your ability is only half a bucket of water, and you dare to challenge me with this level of ability? Brat, just one A paring knife with a little ingenuity won't kill me."

Ji Siwei showed a little fear at the right time, his lips trembled slightly, and he vividly performed what it means to be weak, helpless and pitiful: "You said that you can let me go, is it still true?"

"Please recognize the current form." Feng Lin opened his mouth, and his face, which was considered handsome in life, was covered with dead air and became terrifying: "Don't worry, I won't let you die too quickly, am I It was too easy to win..."

Before finishing this sentence, the black knife wrapped in blood mist directly pierced Feng Lin's abdomen.

The blood mist quickly burned through his body like raging flames.

The smile on his face gradually froze, Feng Lin looked at the burnt body in disbelief, and tightened his grip on Ji Siwei's neck.

Ji Siwei easily broke free from his shackles, stood up, and looked down at him: "You can be fooled by my poor acting skills, how arrogant you are."

"You fucking... are you a dramatist..." The blood mist devoured Feng Lin's body bit by bit, he stared at Ji Siwei intently, and a strange smile appeared on his face flushed by the blood mist: "Still?" Yes, do you think...that I will die so easily...?"

Ji Siwei was so horrified by him that he felt a chill down his spine.

Feng Lin was completely engulfed by the blood mist, leaving no trace.

The chaotic illusion then disappeared, and turned back into the passage of the projection hall again.

Two small pale spotlights barely illuminated the entire passage, and one could clearly see a long scratch on the wall, and the wallpaper was scratched.

Ji Siwei walked into the auditorium, it was pitch black, there was no light at all, only the emergency exit signs were glowing with a faint green light.

There was no movie showing in this auditorium, and there was no audience at all.

Ji Siwei threw a cloud of blood mist to act as a light, and walked along the stairs to the last row of seats.

As he thought, Luo Yue and Xi'er were sitting on chairs, falling into a deep sleep.

Ji Siwei's backpack was also there.

He searched carefully, but did not see any trace of the puppets.

He walked around to the back of the position, picked up the backpack, and tapped the armrest with the back of his knife to wake them up: "Luo Yue, Xi'er, wake up."

Luo Yue was the first to wake up, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a cloud of red mist and a vague figure, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah!!"

Ji Siwei said softly: "Don't be nervous, we met in the lounge, you find your phone and turn on a flashlight."

Ji Siwei's unhurried tone made Luo Yue gradually regain her composure. She took out her mobile phone and obediently turned on the flashlight.

With the light, she could clearly see Ji Siwei's appearance, and said a little embarrassedly: "It's you, aren't we watching a movie? Why is there no one here..."

Hearing the sound, Xi'er also woke up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoyue, have you finished the movie? Why did I fall asleep?"

Ji Siwei asked: "Don't you remember what happened?"

Luo Yue shook her head: "Not long after the movie started, I fell asleep."

Xi'er hasn't reacted yet: "What's going on now? I also fell asleep suddenly, and I felt like I had a very long and strange dream. Where did little brother Ye Xiao go?"

Ji Siwei couldn't bear to tell Xi'er that the little brother Ye Xiao she hit up was a ghost in disguise.

"Let's go out first," Ji Siwei said.

Feng Lin's last sentence shows that he still has a hand, and he has not completely disappeared.

He probably still exists somewhere in the movie theater, but he was too traumatized by Ji Siwei to recover for a while.

Movie theaters are not safe at the moment.

The two girls nodded, got up and followed him.

When the three walked out of the screening hall, they happened to meet a passing staff member.

The staff was stunned, stopped where they were, pointed at them and asked, "There is no screening in this screening hall, how did you get in?"

Ji Siwei responded casually: "Wrong way."

The staff frowned, stared at them for a long time, and then waved: "Forget it this time, be more careful next time."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

After walking a few steps, Xi'er suddenly started to cry out in pain, clutching her shoulders, tears were about to fall out: "My shoulder and arm hurt so much, it seems like they are broken!"

When Feng Lin held her hostage, he once took off her arm.

Ji Siwei said softly, "If you don't mind, I'll check it for you."

Xi'er nodded repeatedly.

Ji Siwei pressed Xi'er's shoulder, the shoulder joint was not dislocated, it should be that Yin Qi invaded her body, causing her to feel pain.

"Your arm is not injured, it's just that Yin Qi has entered your body." Ji Siwei withdrew his hand and asked in a low voice, "Did you read the help post on the Yangcheng Ghost Forum before you came here?"

Luo Yue and Xi'er looked at each other, and asked him suspiciously: "How do you know?"

Xi'er asked nervously: "What's the matter with Yin Qi entering the body?"

"I don't have time to explain now. I can only tell you that the content of the post is true. You should leave this movie theater immediately." Ji Siwei handed them two talisman papers, and then took out his mobile phone: "Take the talisman with you, keep There is a contact method, and someone will contact you at that time and tell you what to do."

The two girls were a little scared, clutching the talisman paper tightly, and nodded blankly.

Because this series of encounters was really unimaginable, they did not question Ji Siwei's words, and cooperatively left their contact information.

Ji Siwei instructed again: "By the way, you go out through the main entrance, don't go through the underground parking lot, and don't open that supernatural forum after you go back, do you understand?"

"Understood." Knowing that the situation was not optimistic, Luo Yue thanked her and hurriedly dragged Xi'er towards the gate of the cinema.

In the cinema hall, everything is as usual.

Several people were queuing up to buy popcorn and Coke, and there was a table of people sitting in the rest area, playing the cards they brought with them, and some people were playing pinch dolls.

Although it is not lively, the atmosphere is cheerful.

Ji Siwei summoned the puppet in his heart, but still got no response.

It seems that as long as Feng Lin does not die completely, his fantasy space will not be shattered.

Ji Siwei stood in the hall, recalling what happened before entering the screening hall, and began to sort out clues.

"The real anomaly started when Ye Xiao went to the parking lot to get the knife and came back.

"Suppose that when Ye Xiao went to get the knife, Feng Lin was lurking in the underground parking lot and successfully pulled him into the fantasy space.

"Going back to the movie theater, pretending to be Ye Xiao, and I and two girls entered the illusion of the screening hall, and then pulled me into the movie world. When I fell into the movie world, he had the opportunity to attack the puppets.

"Fenglin manipulates several illusions at the same time, but because I can get rid of the illusions every time, he has to stay by my side and constantly change illusions."

After sorting it out, Ji Siwei came to a conclusion - if a ghost like Feng Lin is found out and beaten up, he won't stop.

With Fenglin's ability, there is no way to hurt evil spirits like You Tingting and the ghost boy, let alone the little puppet and the eight-tailed cat.

They are most likely trapped in the illusion space.

The illusion can't hurt their bodies, but I don't know if it will hurt their hearts.

Ji Siwei decided to go to the underground parking lot to find Ye Xiao first. If Feng Lin recovers, Ye Xiao must be the first one he strikes.

Taking the elevator down to the underground parking lot, Ji Siwei walked directly to Ye Xiao's car.

There was no one in the car.

After the audience who had finished watching the movie drove away, there was a dead silence in the underground parking lot.

There was not even half a person nearby.

Ji Siwei started calling Ye Xiao.

In the parking lot, even without the interference of ghosts, the signal is poor.

The signal was intermittent, and there was a strange noise coming from the phone, which made the underground parking lot more eerie.

Ji Siwei decided that after this incident, he must install a tracker on Ye Xiao's phone.

Just bring him a locator.

"Beep...beep..."

Listening to the unsteady waiting tone on the phone, Ji Siwei pricked up his ears, hoping to hear Ye Xiao's phone ring.