Chapter 48 Classic Movie Appreciation (Twenty-two)
Four burning gazes fell on Xiaohong at the same time.
Xiaohong, the only female ghost in red who can freely enter and exit the mirror in the copy: "..."
It raised its head in disbelief, but before it could open its mouth, its hand was suddenly grabbed by Tang Xinjue and pushed outside the red line of the mirror.
Tang Xinjue nodded: "Nothing is hurt. The death rules for candidates don't work on NPCs."
This means that although they cannot leave their positions, Xiaohong can move freely.
"Then the next test is..."
She raised the plunger again. "Become like me."
Seeing the rubber head, in order to avoid trouble, Xiao Hong subconsciously transformed into Tang Xin Jue's facial features, and then suddenly realized: "??? Wait, what are you going to do——"
The toilet plunger was so powerful that it pushed the ghost girl's face back into the mirror.
Then came the head, the limbs... As the wet body was mostly submerged in the mirror again, a chill came from the rubber head.
As expected, once back inside the mirror, the ghost's power increases dramatically.
Xiaohong also felt the power of recovery, her face lit up with joy, and she immediately used her hands and feet to get back into the mirror, trying to take this opportunity to escape.
Just when she was about to completely enter the mirror, she suddenly felt a huge pulling force from the back of her head. With a "swish" sound, the whole ghost suddenly froze.
Tang Xinjue's gentle voice came from outside the mirror: "Sorry, I scratched a few of your hairs."
As she said this, she stretched her hand, and a handful of fallen black hair fell into the sink, while the other half was attached to the ghost girl's scalp and was about to fall off.
Xiaohong: How many the hell do you call this?
In the brief moments when she stopped moving, the toilet plunger had already caught her neck from the side and pulled her out again. She fell down on the sink, as if the brief hope just now was just a dream.
Within two seconds, his keen senses detected a change in the environment, and Tang Xinjue looked up.
At the mirror position facing her, the red lines on both sides disappeared silently, and her normal reflection appeared in the mirror, and the oppressive and cold feeling that emanated from it also dissipated without a trace.
Tang Xinjue took off his coat without hesitation, placed it on the sink and slowly pushed it out to Zheng Wanqing's position.
The other three held their breath.
When the coat was pulled back, it neither disappeared nor was damaged. Tang Xinjue's eyebrows jumped, and when he tried to reach out again, it was his own hand.
Zheng Wanqing was still worried: "Be careful!"
In her haste, she almost forgot that she had lost an arm and was still trying to take over Tang Xin Jue. It was only when she bent down that she remembered that she had no hand.
The severed arm waved in the air twice in vain, looking somewhat confused.
Tang Xin Jue has successfully retracted his hand, and it is still intact.
This time she held a protective amulet in her mouth, dragged Xiaohong and walked to Zheng Wanqing. After fully entering the mirror, she continued to move forward.
After walking along the outside of the sink from Zheng Wanqing, Zhang You to Guo Guo's position, Tang Xinjue finally confirmed:
"I can now function normally here, too."
Most likely, through her entry and exit just now, the copy rules have determined that she is "dead" in the plot and is no longer subject to the original restrictions.
Seeing that this method really worked, the atmosphere in the bathroom suddenly became lively.
Zheng Wanqing couldn't wait any longer: "Hurry up and take this away too. The space is too small now, I can't even use my [sandbag-sized fist]."
Guo Guo's angry shout immediately pierced from the farthest distance: "Miss, please be quiet! Half of your hand is gone, and you still want to use your fist!"
Zheng Wanqing pretended not to hear. If it wasn't inconvenient for her now, she would have directly grabbed the female ghost.
Xiaohong, who was being dragged around on the sink like a human rag, said: "..."
No, it can't bear it anymore.
No ghost can bear such humiliation!
Xiao Hong suddenly stretched out her hand, turned her neck 180 degrees in an unusual arc, and grabbed Tang Xin Jue's arm:
"Wait! I have another way that can also help you pass the level!"
Seeing the girl's glance, it continued hurriedly: "This method is also very fast. I will personally perform it and guarantee a 99% success rate. All you need to do is endure it for a while and replace it with a part of your body that disappears, such as a finger, ear, toe..."
Tang Xinjue looked away and continued to drag her forward.
"Wait, you really don't want to consider it? Just let me go and I'll do it for you! As long as--"
This time, the toilet plunger directly blocked her mouth, and in Xiaohong's extremely resentful dead fish eyes, she disappeared into the mirror again.
Five minutes later, the shackles on Zheng Wanqing and Zhang You were successively untied. Zhang You hurriedly took out the healing talisman from his pocket and wrapped Zheng Wanqing's wound into a mummy ball. He also poured out a bottle of water and a box of biscuits to help his roommate who had lost too much blood to replenish his strength.
Finally, she took out a bundle of hemp rope from her pocket and tied Xiaohong up tightly together with Tang Xinjue.
Xiao Hong yelled, "You have the money to buy a space bag, but you still come to a C-level dungeon to bully people. The quality of the candidates is really rubbish!"
Zhang You took out a glasses cloth to wipe his glasses: "This is just an ordinary pocket. It seems that you didn't even know how to organize your things when you were alive. No wonder your notebook and mobile phone were thrown around after your death, and even your head was lost."
As soon as the cell phone was mentioned, Xiao Hong's lungs were immediately stabbed, and her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. "If you hadn't taken my cell phone and sent random text messages to me, and caused me to lose my body, I wouldn't have come to this crappy copy..."
Tang Xin Jue was unmoved: "If you don't want to be demoted again, stop talking nonsense."
Xiaohong shut up.
The last one to be unlocked is Guo Guo.
Just when Xiaohong was about to pretend to be Guo Guo and enter the mirror again, Guo Guo suddenly shouted to stop.
She turned to Zheng Wanqing and said, "It will probably run away when the plot is over. I'm not in a hurry to unlock it. You should get your revenge first."
The revenge she was referring to was the missing half of Zheng Wanqing's forearm.
After saying that, Guo Guo took a step back and gave his seat to Zheng Wanqing.
Xiaohong, who was waiting in front of the mirror bored, said: "..."
It raised its head in an indescribable manner, and under the shadow blocking the light, Zheng Wanqing's unrecognizable face came into view.
Zheng Wanqing raised her left hand, revealing a fist as big as a sandbag.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Xiaohong screamed, not because she was beaten, but because the sandbag-sized fist grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, causing the few remaining strands of hair to be tragically sacrificed.
Throwing her hair away, Zheng Wanqing patted her arms and said to Guo Guo, "Okay, now that she has no hair, even if she turns into your face again, she'll just be a bald guy who looks like you."
Tang Xinjue and Zhang You nodded in agreement.
They knew that at the end of the first exam, Xiao Hong replaced Guo Guo's face with a faceless head, which left Guo Guo with a huge psychological trauma. Sometimes he even worried about his sanity value dropping when looking in the mirror.
Pulling Xiaohong's hair now is not only revenge, but also a way to break the horror filter in Guo Guo's mind and let her let go of the memories that she has been brooding over.
Guo Guo's expression did change subtly, but she soon shook her head arrogantly: "It's okay. My temperament is so unique that it can't imitate it anyway."
Xiaohong was so angry that she gritted her teeth and didn't even want to take off the few strands of hair that were still attached to her. She looked back at the mirror in grief and anger.
[Ding! The movie viewing progress has reached 100%... Now start the movie viewing question and answer test!]
[Excuse me, what is the name of the ghost in the mirror in the movie?]
[A, Ice blue]
[B, Lina Green]
[C, Glazed Purple]
[D, Sakura Red]
The four of them looked at each other and said in unison: "Shang Yinghong!"
Xiaohong drew circles in the mirror and cursed them viciously.
[Ding, the answer is correct! The on-site appreciation session has begun. Please write your impressions of the movie within 60 minutes, with no less than 1200 words]
The number of words in the review has increased again.
Hearing the exam reminder, Xiao Hong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, how is it possible to write a 1,200-word review in one hour?"
"You deserve it! You used me as a tool to pass the level! It's going to make it so hard for you!"
Tang Xin Jue ignored her, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a line of words on the sink: "I'll write 600, Zhang You and Guo Guo, 300 each. Zheng Wanqing's hands are inconvenient, so just keep an eye on Xiao Hong."
"The topic of our review this time is..."
"To avoid ghost nests, we discuss the importance of repairing mirrors for the beauty and sustainability of bathrooms."
Xiaohong: What kind of words are you using? What kind of words are you using? Am I a bug?
She stared in amazement at how quickly they got into the state. She reluctantly stretched her head out to see what Tang Xinjue had written, but she stretched her head too far and accidentally dropped it on Tang Xinjue's paper.
Tang Xin Jue had a blank expression on his face: "Can interfering with the students' review writing be considered a violation of the exam rules?"
Xiao Hong quickly shrank her neck: "Wait, I didn't mean it! I'll go back now - eh?"
It suddenly stopped moving, and poked its head into Tang Xinjue's arms again. Its nose twitched, and its eyes widened instantly: "I was wondering why I felt there was something strange on you...it turned out to be a mark?"
Tang Xin Jue paused, then raised his eyelids to look at it: "What mark?"
Xiao Hong sniffed it for a moment, raised the corner of her mouth, and revealed an exaggerated smile that stretched from ear to ear: "So you didn't know... This is a mark from a higher level, which means someone has remembered you."
"Once you're marked, your movements will unknowingly move closer to it until you meet it again, hahahaha..."
"In other words, you're being targeted!"
