"This bedroom is different from the previous ones." Zhu Jianing stood at the door like he was ready to run back at any moment. "It feels like a hidden room escape. The clue to the exit is probably hidden here, right?"
"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen a Haunted House with such a high degree of freedom. The boss sure isn't worried about the visitors." Fei Youliang walked to the chair and picked up the few pieces of paper. On them were written — 'When will I die? How will I die? Who will be the next to die? '
"This scenario looks like the Pen Spirit game, but …" Fei Youliang turned to look at the ballpoint pen that was taped to the chair. "Isn't this pen a bit too strange?"
"Could there be some kind of trap?" Zhu Jianing walked over. He picked up the ballpoint pen and pressed on it so hard that he almost broke the pen. "It looks like a normal pen."
"Do you remember what the boss said before we came in?"
"The Haunted House contains four small scenarios, and we have to experience all of them to get the clue to the exit."
"Yes, the clue to the exit is hidden in the four small scenarios. Let's look for it. Based on my experience, there should be something like a key or a note in this bedroom."
The bedroom was not big, and they looked everywhere but found no clue.
"This Haunted House is quite difficult, and the design is quite clever." Fei Youliang placed the papers on the table. Three of them were filled with words, and only one was blank. "Do we have to experience the Pen Spirit game to find the answer?"
"It's not a good idea to play the Pen Spirit game inside the Haunted House, right?" Zhu Jianing looked at the questions on the paper and panicked.
"Of the four small scenarios, this looks the easiest. If we don't use it as a breakthrough, do you plan to return to the classroom to look for clues?" Fei Youliang waved his hand impatiently. "Furthermore, do you really think there is a Pen Spirit in this world? Come here and give it a try. If it doesn't work, we'll leave. "
He had no idea what was wrong, but he felt uncomfortable. The negative emotions that he had been suppressing were triggered, and he had the urge to destroy everything.
Zhu Jianing unwillingly walked to stand across from Fei Youliang, and the two stood on either side of the chair.
"But I don't know the process of the game."
"Don't worry, I've seen many movies about the Pen Spirit, and I've tried it a few times at home a long time ago. They're all lies. This game can be explained with science." Fei Youliang held the pen vertically and hovered it over the only blank piece of paper. "Slip your finger between my fingers and grip the pen. After that, you don't have to worry about anything else."
"Alright." Zhu Jianing had a lot of trust in Fei Youliang. He squatted down on one side of the chair and held the ballpoint pen in the middle. "And then what?"
"Just keep quiet." Fei Youliang wrote "yes" and "no" on the white paper. When there was no more noise in the female dormitory, he whispered, "Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, you are my previous life, and I am your current life. If you want to come, then draw a circle on the paper."
Just as he finished speaking, the half-opened door of the dormitory was suddenly blown open by a gust of wind.
The dilapidated door slowly opened, and outside was a deathly silent corridor.
Zhu Jianing shivered and shrank back into the room.
"Don't move." Fei Youliang stared at the tip of the pen, and his body was as still as a statue.
The cold wind lingered in the bedroom. The waste paper on the ground brushed against their calves like they were being scratched by nails. The temperature dropped, and the chill crept up their ankles.
When one maintained the same movement, one's senses would become more sensitive. This was undoubtedly torture for the two who were playing the Pen Spirit game.
The run-down female dormitory seemed to have darkened a little. Something touched the dirty bedsheet, as if someone was crawling out from under the bed.
About ten seconds later, the two's arms that were suspended in the air started to shake, and the tip of the pen left a series of disconnected dots on the white paper.
"The Pen Spirit won't come, right?" Zhu Jianing asked after a long time. He could not stand this oppressive atmosphere.
"Many movies say that the time to invite the Pen Spirit is ten minutes, and if there's no response in ten minutes, it means that the game has failed. But this thing is made up by humans. Most of the time, the players think that the Pen Spirit will appear is a psychological effect. " Fei Youliang signaled for him to wait patiently. "This place is one of the four scenarios mentioned by the boss. We'll follow his instructions and see what new tricks he can come up with."
As he said that, the ballpoint pen in his hand moved. It was so small that both of them noticed it.
"You moved it?"
They asked in unison. They looked at each other and saw the shock on each other's faces.
"It wasn't me." Zhu Jianing quickly denied it. He had not recovered from the fear brought by the pair of eyes, and this had happened again. He was nervous. "Youliang, do you think it's really the Pen Spirit?"
"Impossible. The Pen Spirit game uses the environment and gameplay to create a psychological effect, and the game time is purposely long. The arm is suspended in the air, and it will move due to breathing and pulse. That's why this happened." As if to convince himself, Fei Youliang added, "A person's subconscious imagines that the pen is moving on its own, and the subconscious will affect one's judgment."
As he said that, the pen in his hand moved again, and this time, it was very obvious.
The two of them looked at each other, then at the white paper at the same time. The scattered dots on the paper were connected by a line, forming an irregular circle.
"What the f * ck! It's really here! "Zhu Jianing wanted to pull his hand back, but Fei Youliang grabbed him at the last moment.
"Whether it's the real Pen Spirit or not, we have to continue playing."
"Why?"
"If it's the real Pen Spirit, if you end the game without sending it away, you'll be haunted by it until you die. If it's a fake Pen Spirit, there's no need for us to be afraid. This is just a part of the game that the boss has arranged."
"Then what do you think we should do next?"
"Ask some questions and then send the Pen Spirit away." Fei Youliang could still maintain his calm.
"What questions? Zhu Jianing pointed at the pieces of paper beside him. "Is there a problem on the other pieces of paper?"
"This is a trap. When playing the Pen Spirit game, you can't ask anything related to death. We can just ask some unimportant questions."
"Unimportant questions?"
"Let me do it." Fei Youliang grabbed Zhu Jianing's hand and refused to let go. After a pause, he signaled for Zhu Jianing to keep quiet and said softly, "Pen Spirit, Pen Spirit, can you tell me the name of my future wife?"
It was just a casual question, but to Fei Youliang's surprise, as soon as the question left his mouth, the chilly wind in the female dormitory suddenly stopped, and an oppressive aura exuded from behind him.
The pen in their hands shook more violently, and they soon wrote down three words on the paper.
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