Chapter 1244 Forced to flee
"Damn it!"
Seeing the tall and thin man's head fall off, Bai Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the iron door and ran out without even a trace of hesitation.
But when I rushed out, it was already a little too late.
He didn't know where he was when he left the door, and the biting coldness in the air didn't matter. What was important was that he found that his neck felt unbalanced and could not bear the weight of his head.
His whole body began to stagger, his steps were messy, and his head became heavier and heavier, as if it might fall off at any time.
Faced with this situation, Bai Lang's thinking was not restricted. In a flash of lightning, he made a bold move - rushed back to the maintenance room.
"Bang!"
As the iron door closed again, the white wolf faced the tall and thin man this time. One with a head was about to fall off, and the other without a head was still counting.
Bai Lang stabilized his mind, controlled his body not to tremble, and pressed his hands on both sides of his head to assist.
When a person is alive, he realizes that his head is about to fall off. I'm afraid no one has experienced this feeling, and naturally it is impossible to describe Bai Lang's mood at this moment.
But his attention began to fall entirely on the tall and thin man, because he only woke up in panic and urgency.
Although the appearance of the tall and thin man in front of him has changed, his identity is exactly the host that the store clerks are looking for.
White Wolf didn't know what the living dead was doing or why his head fell off, but he knew one thing - if he left this place, he would definitely die.
The head falling problem was transmitted from the host to him, and he couldn't stop even escaping from the maintenance room.
It shows that this death curse cannot be solved by the place or manpower.
So if there is still a solution, it can only be through the host, the only clue.
After all, Bai Lang is very senior, even though he is not the store manager or deputy store manager.
But putting aside external things, just in terms of personal strength, he can be called the second person in the Ninth Branch today, maybe second to Huang Banxian, and it is only "maybe".
At the critical moment, he managed to steady himself and began to analyze the details of his host.
"One step, two steps, three steps..."
The host, who had lost his head, was still twiddling his fingers, like a primary school student who had just learned arithmetic, silently reciting those words with each finger.
It seems to be counting how many steps it has taken in this low-level, even juvenile way.
When the count reached "step seven," the host, who had been stiff for a long time, suddenly turned around, turned his back to the white wolf, and started walking forward, walking farther and farther until he turned behind a row of instruments at the end of his gaze.
Out of sight, Bai Lang stood still and looked as hard as he could. He couldn't see the host clearly, but he could hear the host checking the numbers.
The joint between the head and the neck had become loose, and he found that his cervical vertebrae seemed to have been completely broken. At this moment, the head was still being held up entirely by his hands.
But the strange thing is that even though he suffered such a fatal injury, he did not die. He was even the same as before except for the stiffness.
Bai Lang had some vague conjectures in his mind, but it was not the time to go into details at this time. He paid full attention to the host's every move.
For about a minute and a half, the host circled around the entire maintenance room before returning to the starting point.
And when he returned, the hands began to cross and no longer moved, which meant that it stopped calculating.
Bai Lang thought about something silently, and then saw the host pause for a few seconds, then slowly lean down and grab the head with both hands, and reset it on his neck.
It's exactly the same, as if it has never fallen off.
After another connection, the host's status began to change significantly. It is no longer as dull and rigid as before, but has returned to the calm and confident working field.
He lowered his hands naturally, ignored the white wolf holding the head in front of him, and walked out of the maintenance room as if nothing happened.
As you walk, you can hear it reciting the script for later.
"When the fireworks are over, I need to go back on stage. This time it is important for me to have a leader watch the live broadcast..."
It wasn't until this moment that Bai Lang realized that he had never existed in front of the host. This living dead man was not a ghost, and was no longer even in the same dimension as him.
And through careful observation in this circle, he also found the steps to understand the method.
This U-turn curse is a cyclical process. You need to go through the journey to this point again and return to the starting point before you can reconnect.
Previously, the host used such a low-level arithmetic method, not because it was stupid enough to even use fingers to check the numbers, but because this method was absolutely infallible.
After getting this, he took a deep breath and loosened his hands, letting his head fall.
The experience brought about by the curse of turning around and not dying made Bai Lang feel no discomfort. He only felt that his neck was a little cold and his mind was a little stagnant.
The movements and thoughts that he used to take for granted in the past have become very slow now, as if he has lost 70% of his intelligence in an instant.
But even if there is only 30% left, it is enough for White Wolf to complete this cycle.
It took him half a minute to repeat every step of landing from the well, turning on the phone, and finally returned to the U-turn point, picked up the head and reattached it.
At this time, it was 20:47. Bai Lang subconsciously moved his head, rubbed his neck and quickly left the maintenance room and ran towards the front.
The bright light of the mobile phone can illuminate a dark corridor with walls on both sides, extending out a passage leading to an unknown place.
But in just half a minute, the host had disappeared from his sight.
It stands to reason that the host is a living dead, but it is no different from a normal person in every aspect, and it cannot complete this passage in half a minute anyway.
Bai Lang fell into a short period of thinking and finally determined his idea.
"The host I saw is not the real person, maybe it can be regarded as a projection.
This projection is a representation of its past experience, triggered only at a specific location. ”
After getting this point, when Bai Lang looked back, his wise eyes that were incompatible with his fierce face shone brightly in the darkness.
Through the experience of projection, we can know that the real time of death of the host should be in the second half of the fireworks show.
That is to say, he was killed within three minutes before the fireworks ended at 20.30 and after the last program on 20.27.
This is already a huge breakthrough.
Bai Lang looked at the maintenance room with the open door in front of him, suddenly turned his head, and his expression began to look strange.
"These three minutes are so tight. It should be in the dressing room. Why did it suddenly go to the farthest and most remote maintenance room?"
A dangerous signal was approaching, and Bai Lang's heart began to beat faster involuntarily, and his entire body became tense.
In such a scarce time, what could make a host take the initiative to go to such a remote place?
There is only one answer - it escaped here!
Bai Lang was trying his best to control his mentality, watching the deep corridor in front of him warily and slowly retreating to the maintenance room.
He is not timid, nor can he be timid.
Because this may be his only chance to skip the living dead and the death process and face the real murderer directly.