The Trial Game of Life

Chapter 142 Someone Under the Bed

Ghosts poured out from under the bed, and Tang Cuo was caught in a loop again.

His mind was divided into three parts, while searching the remaining rooms, while resisting the ghost attack, while still thinking.If his brain is a spinning top, then he is the one who whips the whip, thinking, which does not affect him at all to free up his hands and feet to do things.

First of all, it is certain that the apartment at this moment is not the real reality, as long as he is still repeating the process of waking up, then he is still trapped in the so-called dream.

The situation at this moment was like a dream within a dream. He was soberly aware that he was dreaming, and kept waking up from the dream, but he couldn't escape the dream.His declining health can prove that this is not a simple time reset, because the health does not reset, nor does the ability CD.Time is moving forward, but he is trapped by dreams.

If Ghost Academy is a dream, you can leave by lighting up the side of the dog.The apartment also has anti-dog signs, and the anti-dog signs of both cannot be easily approached.

The former is set with an absolute distance, while the latter cannot leave the apartment building at all. Does the similar setting mean that both dreams can leave by lighting up the side of the dog?Just an increase in difficulty?

Such a guess seemed reasonable, but Tang Cuo still felt that something was wrong.Peach blossom is certainly a doubt, but there is another doubt lingering in Tang Cuo's heart, which he cannot ignore, but he can't tell what it is.

Seeing that the entire apartment building was almost searched by him, but he still couldn't find the phylactery, Tang Cuo didn't hesitate anymore, and took out another prop from Wen Xiaoming—the miniature hand crossbow.

The crossbow shot through the wind and went straight to the signboard of "Jugou Paradise", as fast as lightning.

But the signboard not far away has not moved at all.

Tang Cuo frowned, he was staring at the crossbow arrow flying out, and the signboard was so close, there was no way he would miss it.He then shot a few more arrows, only to hear the sound of the wind breaking into a line, and the signboard was still intact.

This is too strange, if even the crossbow arrows can't get close to the signboard, wouldn't he be trapped here forever?Is this copy so difficult?

In the final analysis, this is just a copy of the E area.

"Signboard..." Tang Cuo pondered the word in a low voice, just at this moment, a ghost rushed over and grabbed his ankle again.As soon as he paused, other ghosts immediately swarmed up.

The chill sealed his joints, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly, his ribs seemed to be broken, and his throat was filled with fishy sweetness.Fortunately, he reached out and grabbed the corner of the table in time to prevent being dragged away. Looking back, he cast an instant fireball to make the ghost holding his ankle let go.

With the pain of broken ribs, Tang Cuo's mind instantly cleared up, and he finally understood where the problem was - it was the signboard, which was simply a smoke bomb!

This is a misunderstanding of thinking.

Tang Cuo found the switch at the signboard of "Meng Ghost Paradise", and he woke up on the bed in the apartment when he turned on the switch, so he subconsciously thought that the signboard was the key to escape from the dream, and everything that happened in the Ghost Academy was a dream.

But what if it was the other way around, and the grotesque Ghost Academy is real?

Rewinding the time, he followed the patrol captain back to the dormitory, got the document with extremely negative fate, deduced that he might be the murderer's next target, so he lay on the bed and pretended to fall asleep, waiting for the murderer.

Later, he fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up, he found a new dead person, but he was fine.Then he felt that there was something wrong with the signboard, so he went to check it.

In the process, he has gone through falling asleep and waking up.

What if he didn't wake up at all?The murderer came to him while he was asleep, and everything he experienced at this moment was a man-made "dream cage".

No matter how correct the guess is, it needs proof.

All the thoughts happened in an instant, Tang Cuo stood up holding his wound, his face was pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.He seized the opportunity to jump off the building and return to the room, waking up again.

The life value fell below 10% again.

Tang Cuo skillfully took out the potion and took a sip, looking around.If the murderer is really manipulating the dream and trying to kill him here, where is the murderer at this moment?

Is he in this dream too?

No, Tang Cuo had searched the apartment inside and out just now, and there was no second person here.And he could have waited for Tang Cuo to be trapped in it to death without putting himself in danger.

This is the most reasonable guess so far as to why the murderer can escape smoothly, because he doesn't have to wait for the target to die after doing it.

But how can we get rid of the dream?

The murderer definitely didn't want him to escape, so even if there was an escape route, it must be well hidden, or there might be no way out at all.

Ghosts poured out from under the bed again, but Tang Cuo didn't have a second capsule CD player to block the way, so he started the apartment escape journey again.At this time, his body was already very tired, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, and his fingertips were not warm at all.

Fortunately, his fireball skills became more and more proficient. The basic fireball technique and magic fireball technique rewarded by the system were thrown at the same time. The howling fire ball headed towards the ghosts, and then scattered into meteors and exploded.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The shrill screams were like needles raining from the sky, everywhere.Tang Cuo's brain was stabbed, his feet slipped, but the sword in his hand pierced out halfway, piercing the female ghost's stomach.

The moment he fell down, he quickly adjusted his posture to a sliding shovel, and quickly got up with one hand on the ground, but when he looked up, he saw another bloody lump falling out of the female ghost's stomach.

The moment the meatball hit the ground, it separated its limbs, turned its head, and opened its eyes——

Four eyes facing each other.

It's a ghost baby.

Tang Cuo looked at the swollen head that seemed to have been soaked in formalin, and the deformed limbs, and the alarm bells rang in his heart.A drop of sweat slipped from his temples, and was quickly cut by the sharp blade. Tang Cuo's figure was like the wind, and at the risk of being surrounded by ghosts, he fully activated his sprinting skills, and pierced the ghost baby's brain with his sword.

The baby's cry suddenly sounded, Tang Cuo's hands shook uncontrollably, but his eyes remained firm.With a twist of his wrist, the Judgment Sword vigorously stirred in Guiying's head. At the same time, the Judgment Holy Radiance skyrocketed, shining the entire corridor in an instant.

"boom--"

Both sides were blasted into the air, Tang Cuo immediately followed [Air Walk], made a [-]-degree turn and slid down the handrail of the stairs, and went from the fourth floor to the third floor in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the dark corridor, Tang Cuo kept walking.The voice-activated lights lit up one by one following his footsteps, but they still couldn't keep up with his footsteps. They could only follow behind him forever like a light chaser.

In the changing light and shadow, Tang Cuo was thinking: What is the reality of the dream?

is false.

Dreams are illusory. Although we think about it day and night and dream it at night, it is also based on reality to a certain extent, but falsehood is falsehood.Whose dream is this?

It's Tang Cuo's own.

If Jin Cheng were here, he would definitely say: I am the master of my dreams.

Thinking of this, Tang Cuo couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, feeling that he was deeply poisoned.Otherwise, Jin Cheng would still be thinking of how to dance to such a virtue on the verge of death.

Thinking of Jin Cheng, he thought of an unused item [Mr. Crow's Feather] in the equipment column, and decided to take a gamble, anyway, he could be resurrected after death.

Simply fearless.

Without further ado, Tang Cuo took out the two remaining drops of tears from the secret lake, and poured one in his mouth.This thing has been used by him against the enemy, and this is the first time he has used it on himself.

Before he tasted anything, the strong dizziness made him kneel on the ground on one knee, and he didn't fall down while leaning on the sword.

【Tears of the Secret Lake】has a strong hallucinogenic effect.He tried his best to raise his head, and as far as he could see, the corridor began to bend, and the ghosts following him began to blur like ink dripping into the water.

It feels like myopia with [-] degrees has drunk fake wine, and it's a bit brainy.

At this time, Tang Cuo's mental shock index has soared to 38, and the storm in the mental sea has been stained with a hint of drunken pink, evolving from a disaster film to a stream of consciousness literary film.

It is Tang Cuo who plays the mirror. If he wants light, there will be light. If he wants stars, there will be no moon. If he wants to judge the holy light to shine on the earth, there will be no darkness left.

[Sword of Judgment], the sword of His Excellency Duke Theodore of the Hundred Flowers Kingdom, it is said that when the Holy Light of Judgment shines on the earth, all darkness will be invisible.

When Tang Cuo got it, it was still damaged and has not been repaired.But under the dual effects of hallucinations and dreams, Tang Cuo said it was repaired, so it was repaired.

He stood up again, raised the full version of the Judgment Sword, and slashed down hard.Light bloomed from the tip of the sword, and the curved corridors and twisted ghosts all dissipated.

Until Tang Cuo was completely engulfed.

"!" Tang Cuo sat up suddenly from the bed, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the peach blossom branches by the window and the curtains blown by the night wind.Looking over the half-open window, the signboard of "Meng Gui Academy" is clearly in sight.

He did come back.

Before he had time to manage the cold sweat all over his body, Tang Cuo immediately leaned over to look under the bed, and it was empty inside.

No, in the corner where the sun shines, there is clearly a peach petal.

The murderer was here just now!

It's windows!

Tang Cuo didn't care about putting on his shoes, and jumped out of the window. The moment he landed, his eyes locked on the black figure flashing by on the path ahead.He pursued closely, but the speed of the other party was also very fast. After a while, he chased the other party to the small garden.

The glowing peach blossoms are still blooming quietly, like a dream, but the people are gone.

It was already afternoon, and towards evening, the sunlight was no longer strong, but when it shone on the ghost Tang Cuo, it was still like a fire.However, he remained calm, took out the rain boots obtained from the copy of "The World" and put them on, and put on the sunglasses produced by Wen Xiaoming, firmly walking in the forefront of fashion.

He turned around in the small garden, but he couldn't find anyone, so his eyes fell on the peach tree again, thoughtfully.

But as he had tried before, no matter what he did, the peach tree remained unscathed.

He decided to take another look at the signboard.

Of course, he had to find a place to hide from the sun before he went.Opening the character panel, the health value has dropped below 10% again, but there is not much medicine left. If this continues, Jin Cheng may become a widow.