The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

The size of the four fingerprints was slightly smaller than his. Shi Jinzhe gestured and found that they were standing in the same direction as him.

This means that in the half minute when he turned his head, there was something else where he was.

Shi Jinzhe raised his arms and made the movements wider. After swinging them back and forth several times, he did not feel controlled and his movements were free. This meant that he was still controlling his body and was not possessed.

The ghost was just peeping, and it was not known whether it didn't want to do it or couldn't do anything to him.

Shi Jinzhe's mind was racing, but his hands didn't stop moving. Sensing the slight vibration coming from the metal sheet, he stretched out his fingers and applied force against the metal sheet.

The anti-theft door of Room 603 opened a crack, with the metal sheet pressing tightly against the metal lock that was about to pop out. When the crack was open enough to be pressed directly with a finger, Shi Jinzhe retracted the metal sheet and entered the room sideways.

In the dark room, the floating dust was sucked into the nasal cavity. I tried my best to cover my nose and prevent myself from sneezing.

The room was very old, with thick dust on all the furniture. The furniture was simple, with only a sofa and a coffee table.

Shi Jinzhe ran his fingertips across the wooden coffee table. It was made of synthetic wood and was of very poor quality.

He looked at the fabric sofa next to him. There were obvious dents on it and the folds of the fabric were loose. This showed that someone had been sitting on this sofa for a long time.

He made a quick check of the room and found only a few electrical appliances and very few pots and pans. This meant that no one had ever lived in the house.

Shi Jinzhe continued to use [Order Reconstruction] to sense, and the golden thread in his hand flickered, and after a while, it pointed to the left.

He glanced over and saw the master bedroom.

He walked lightly to the door of the master bedroom and gently grasped the door handle. The temperature on the door was so cold that even through the door, he felt cold.

The parallel door handle was pressed down, Shi Jinzhe stretched out his hand and pushed the door open, but his feet did not move, still standing there.

The upper body leaning forward slightly faced a hanging face. The charred body fell from the door frame. The only noticeable thing on the dark and twisted face was the white eyes.

Shi Jinzhe did not move his hand to push the door, but calmly stared at the charred corpse blocking the way.

Its eyeballs that had flipped into its eye sockets were turning back little by little, and its needle-like pupils couldn't stop sliding down as its body hung upside down.

When he discovered it, Jinzhe showed no reaction, and the charred corpse suddenly closed the distance between them.

When its face was only a fist away from Shi Jinzhe, a golden light shield suddenly burned the charred corpse's face. The few remaining nose wings were completely flattened by the golden light shield, and its facial features were completely flattened.

Shi Jinzhe glanced at the charred corpse that fell to the ground. It was just a burnt corpse. It was not like he had never seen a ghost before. The method of scaring people in the face could not stir up any ripples in his heart.

All he wanted now was to find Sheikh.

The charred corpse, which was disfigured twice, climbed up in panic. A scepter appeared out of thin air in Shi Jinzhe's hand and quickly absorbed the impure energy of the charred corpse. Unexpectedly, it escaped into a wall.

Shi Jinzhe took two steps forward and reached the charred wall. He touched it and his fingers were covered with carbonized powder.

"Why can't you comfort me!"

Suddenly, there was a quarrel behind the wall. Shi Jinzhe immediately realized that behind the wall was Room 602, and Xiao Zhao and the literary youth were still arguing.

"How else can I comfort you? Don't I have my own things to do? I have to answer your phone call immediately 24 hours a day. I said I was writing at the time and was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the phone ring. It's not like I didn't answer on purpose."

"I called you 6 times, but you didn't answer any of them. Besides, I came back a little later than usual, so you couldn't worry about me. That person has been following me. It's scary. I'm scared!"

Xiao Zhao cried and said, "It's different now, our lives have changed. It wasn't like this before. That person was waiting for me on purpose. He knew that I would go to see Jingjing after seeing my father every day, so he waited for me on the second floor.

I don’t know what will happen tomorrow, I’m really scared, I’m so afraid that person will come to see me again tomorrow.”

"Did you see who it was?"

"No, I was too scared. I just remember it was a man with his face covered, chasing me from the second floor."

"Okay, stop crying, it's okay."

"What about tomorrow? I'm scared, I'm scared!"

The following conversation was repetitive, repeating over and over again like a wheel in a cart.

Xiao Zhao's voice would occasionally be suppressed, but not long after, he would start shouting excitedly again.

Not getting much information, Shi Jinzhe turned around and started looking for other things in the room.

This charred wall was burned by a fire, but everything else in the room was intact, without any trace of smoke.

Sheh wasn't in this room, but the directions showed she was nearby, so he must have not found the key point yet.

I folded the cupboard and opened the balcony curtains. There were few things in the bedroom. There were only two or three skirts in the closet, and they were all winter clothes.

“It turns out it wasn’t that no one had lived there before, but that something happened not long after the residents moved in.”

He lifted the quilt and found a pile of sheets on the bed. He picked them up and found that they were a knotted rope.

Three sheets were connected end to end, and clothes were tied to the back of the last one, a total of six or seven pieces.

The knot was not tied firmly, and the tenant who tied it did it in a hurry. The fire spread quickly, and she did not escape. The charred corpse just now must be her.

Shi Jinzhe frowned, and then denied this guess. If the charred corpse was the tenant of Room 603, then it would conflict with the information Wu Yu said.

The residents he was talking about were all ghosts, no one was special, and the only residents on the sixth floor did not include 603.

"help me…"

In the dark and suffocating atmosphere, a woman's whispering sound appeared inexplicably.