Chapter 496 It’s Too Late

"No. 3, No. 5, No. 8, No. 9, gluttonous ghosts.

After the merger, only the gluttonous prisoner No. 3 is left, but we can change the engraving on Prisoner No. 3 after the merger to turn it into nothingness!

In this way, we can deal with four ghosts with one hand. "

Fang Shenyan brought the correct direction of survival, and Xiao Qianduye's team thoroughly summarized the optimal solution.

Xie Zheng took the lead in putting together the photos of the four prisoners in the first group and spoke quickly.

Tongguan winked at Hong Fu. Hong Fu immediately understood and repeated it to Fan Ru on the phone.

There was a great breakthrough in the way of survival, and Tongguan's movements became more and more brisk.

He took out the two photos sent by Fang Shenyan, put them together with Prisoner No. 14, and began to continue searching.

With the detection direction, progress is more efficient.

It didn't take long for him to find the last one among the remaining prisoner photos.

Now the four prisoners in the second group have been sorted out:

“Prisoner No. 14, charged with: digging graves;

Prisoner No. 10, charged with: stealing corpses and disguising themselves;

Prisoner No. 16, charged with: sleeping with corpses;

Prisoner No. 11, charged with: refining corpses into pairs. "

The first group of prisoners was charged with gluttony, while the second group of prisoners was charged with refining corpses, which may also be called necrophilia.

But it doesn't matter at all. Tongguan only knows that he will offset three more ghosts.

The second group that will eventually be retained should be Prisoner No. 11, and the arrest time in this room can be tampered with and needs further verification.

As time passed by, the originally scattered and messy photos in front of Tongguan had been completely distinguished and reorganized.

The first group: No. 3, No. 5, No. 8, No. 9, Gluttonous Ghosts, can all be eliminated;

In the second group, prisoners No. 10, 11, 14, and 16 are the corpse-refining ghosts, and the remaining number 16 cannot be eliminated;

The third group: No. 4, No. 6, No. 12, and No. 13 are ghosts. The remaining No. 13 cannot be eliminated;

When the timer on Dai Yingqi's wrist had only the last two minutes left, Fan Ru's extremely tired voice finally came from the mobile phone on the table.

"I...I have eliminated everything that can be eliminated...

There are still 4 ghosts left and there is no way to deal with them. "

Tongguan is always guarding the photos here and doing the elimination work. Naturally, he can know which four will be left in the end.

The four photos represent four unique ghosts, namely:

“No. 7: Having trouble sleeping;

Number 15: Don’t be stubborn;

No. 17: There is soul but no soul;

And the enchantment of No. 13. "

The last one of the gluttony series ghosts and the zombie series ghosts was eliminated by tampering with time.

Among the remaining four, No. 17 and No. 13 have a correspondence, but they can only eliminate No. 17.

Tongguan frowned in thought, and finally said slowly:

"13 and 17 can be put together and use No. 13 to draw away the soul of No. 17, so that we only have three special ghosts left."

"But... okay."

Fan Ru's question was obviously to ask "No. 7", "No. 13" and "No. 15", what to do with these three ghosts that can neither be eliminated nor tamper with time.

But she also knew that after a long analysis, it was not easy to achieve this step.

"The inability to sleep while sleeping on skin may have something to do with killing people and sewing corpses. After all, both are related to human skin.

If it doesn't work out, I'll take the wax figure No. 7 to Room 2 and take a gamble.

But the seductress of No. 13 and the evil spirit of No. 15 are difficult to deal with..."

Chang Nian's head ached a little. For people like them, the 18 minutes of analysis had almost wiped away all their wisdom.

Even though it didn't last long, it still made my mental strength far less than before.

These two most special ghosts are likely to become the real executioners who take Fan Ru's life.

“The superficial meaning of “relentless evil” means that someone who does evil without repentance is a very evil person.

It has become a ghost, and it is naturally a very evil ghost. If this wax statue is really resurrected, I am afraid there will be no way out. "

Jie Zheng is at a loss. His analysis is useless. He is just stating the facts.

Dai Yingqi nervously looked at the countdown on his wrist. It had entered the last half minute. He looked at Tongguan who looked gloomy and said softly:

"Brother Tong, we... we don't have time..."

Although the 15th and 17th are difficult to deal with, it should take about five minutes before they are revived.

But Prisoner No. 7 will be resurrected soon. Since there is no time to think about countermeasures, we can only throw him into Room 2 and take a chance.

Jie Zheng was watching from the side, and finally picked up the mobile phone on the table and said coldly:

"Prisoner No. 7 will be resurrected soon. Take him to Room 2 and let him stand against the murderous corpse. Maybe there will be a solution!"

Tongguan's eyes were a little red. He stared at the remaining three photos closely and remained silent.

"It shouldn't be like this...

There will always be a surplus when eliminating ghosts, which is definitely not the optimal solution.

The wholeness, the overall sense of dissonance in the Tang Dynasty Wax Museum, is where..."

Tongguan's brain was running rapidly, and it wasn't until the ghosts were eliminated that the remaining ghosts appeared, and he realized that maybe his previous thinking was wrong.

Deciphering sixteen ghosts may not be the way out of the Tang Dynasty Wax Museum.

But where is the real way to survive?

Tongguan clutched his hair tightly, lowered his head, abandoned all his previous thoughts, and began to analyze everything from the macro perspective of the Tang Dynasty Wax Museum.

This time, he broke the shackles of thinking and finally caught a key point.

The origin of Tangren Wax Museum seems to be not complicated.

The answer was given the first time Su Qiner and Fan Ru stepped into this door.

Tangren Wax Museum is not a horror theme museum.

They took the wrong road and entered a museum that should not exist.

And the reason why they were trapped here was given by the bad-mannered ticket seller:

"Buy a ticket if you want to go in, and go back if you don't want to go in."

Tongguan suddenly had an idea, and he finally thought of a way to crack the source: "Tickets!"

Fan Ru and Su Qiner, even the three tourists, and the first batch of tourists who entered the museum and never came out, couldn't get out.

It was because they had bought the admission tickets and became part of Tangren Wax Museum.

Although Fan Ru had torn up her and Su Qiner's tickets, she didn't destroy them all.

Then, if you want to break free, just go back to the front desk and destroy those tickets that were destroyed by the ticket fragments.

Without any trace of their identity, they will no longer be part of the Tangren Wax Museum!

Tongguan pounded his fist on the table in pain, sweeping all the messy photos to the ground.

He stretched out his hand excitedly, grabbing the mobile phone on the table, and telling Fan Rushengluo within the last deadline.

There was still time, and that half a minute was enough for her to survive.

However, when he just stretched out his hand, another hand grabbed the mobile phone that was still on the phone and threw it to the ground.

It was broken into pieces.

Tongguan looked there in disbelief, his eyes turned into pain after he lost consciousness, and he roared and questioned:

"Fang Shenyan! Mei Sheng! There is no time!"

And the man and woman standing there had a uniform expressionless face.

Mei Sheng glanced coldly at the scattered photos on the ground and said softly:

"The way out is simple, right?

If you were not so eager to save people, you would have thought of it long ago.

But if this way out is implemented, it will seriously undermine Ji Li's plan.

Because Fan Ru and Su Qin'er's bills have been mixed together, if they are destroyed, they will be destroyed together, and Su Qin'er will be saved.

Just think that Fan Ru has a bad fate."

Tongguan looked at the two indifferent figures in front of him, as if falling into the abyss, and looked at the broken mobile phone unwillingly.

He understood that it was too late.

Slowly, he raised his bloodshot eyes, scanned the faces of the two people one by one, and sneered:

"No wonder you two would participate in this rescue operation!

It turns out that you had already made an agreement with Ji Li!"

...

The deadline of 18 minutes was very short for Fan Ru.

During this time, she was like a controlled machine, doing simple and repetitive physical labor, running up and down.

But as the final time came, she finally had her own thoughts when she pushed the stretcher brought out from Room 2 and transported the wax figure in Room 7.

In the first 17 minutes, she was mechanically following the orders of others and doing instinctive obedience.

Until these last few seconds, she truly felt the wind flowing around her, the smell of blood in the air, and her extremely exhausted body.

The closer it got to the end, the stronger this deep and vivid feeling became.

Fan Ru was not well-educated and could not come up with any more appropriate adjectives.

But she knew very well that this was a sign of approaching death.

On the other side of the world, the split between Tongguan and Fang and Mei had already determined her fate.

And she seemed to have sensed the breath of fate, so she did not act quickly.

Time flowed slower at this time.

She was just a middle-aged woman who graduated from junior high school. The hardship of life had made her live like a big man.

It was precisely because of this that she could live until now.

Maybe if she and Su Qin'er were to switch positions, Su Qin'er wouldn't be able to do what she did physically.

When she pushed the wax figure of Prisoner No. 7, which was about to melt, tears appeared in her eyes.

The road ahead was only dark and bloody, but in the blur she saw a little girl waving at her.

The girl was tall and had fair skin, but she wasn't pretty.

But so what?

This girl had learned more knowledge and understood more principles than Fan Ru, and she would never be like Fan Ru, who could only chop piles of pork in the vegetable market.

Her daughter would live a more hopeful life than her.

Perhaps the proudest thing about Fan Ru's life was that she was at the bottom of society, but pushed her daughter to a brighter future.