If you are not careful, Bo Jingxing will talk about the central story.

Qin Yiren wanted to speak but stopped. Her watery eyes, which were clearly distinguished by black and white, blinked, wondering if she was acting too obvious.

Of course, her scheming is not as good as Bo Jingxing. Even if she learns to hide her worries, she is afraid that there is no meaning in front of Bo Jingxing.

But Bo Jingxing seemed to have just said casually, and changed the topic without waiting for her to answer: "Come first, or should I come first?"

Seeing Bo Jingxing's expression as usual, Qin Yiren's tense heart relaxed, looked at the dark coffin, and turned his attention to the game again: "I'll first."

Holding the hem of Xiuhe's suit, she put one hand on Bo Jingxing's palm, raised her legs and stepped over the edge of the coffin, and lay down honestly.

Although it is quite terrifying to place a coffin in the room, considering the tourists' experience, the coffin is not a bare board, but a layer of bedding is really laid, and there are two pillows embroidered with mandarin ducks.

He leaned against the side of the coffin uncomfortably, and Qin Yiren found that the coffin looked very large, but the space where he really lay inside was cramped.

Half of her body was pressed against the cold coffin. She raised her eyes to meet Bo Jingxing's gaze, Zhan Yan smiled and said, "What do you think of me?"

"Of course it depends on your beauty."

Bo Jingxing curled the corners of his lips, pulled the antique groom's outfit into the coffin, and lay calmly beside her.

It doesn't matter if you lie down.

Qin Yiren originally thought that the coffin was cramped. This time, with an adult man like Bo Jingxing who was tall and long legs, she had no room to change her position, so she had to bury her into the man's arms.

The air conditioning in the scene is very open like a lot of money.

Listening to the resentful and weird BGM, Qin Yiren felt Bo Jingxing's warmth through the clothes of the two. That was the only place where she felt at ease in such a scene.

Bo Jingxing wrapped her in his arms with one hand, looked at the light bulbs swaying slightly above, and quietly enjoyed the rare warm moment.

However……

I waited silently for five minutes, but nothing happened.

Qin Yiren raised her little face blankly, recalling the photos she found in the previous few levels, and asked with confusion: "I remember it's true that this is true in the photos."

Bo Jingxing pondered for a moment, his eyes fell on the lid with only one corner above the coffin.

"Xiaoqian, do you remember whether the coffin was covered in that photo?"

“Um…”

Qin Yiren thought about it seriously and said with little certainty: "I only remember that the word "囍" was cut from white paper on the coffin, and the background was exactly the same as here. The bride and groom were lying in the coffin... It seemed to be half covered with a lid? The kind with only the face exposed?"

"That's right."

Bo Jingxing said, and got up and tentatively pulled the lid of the coffin that was placed next to him.

Because it is a prop, the lid of the coffin looks very thick, but the weight is not too exaggerated. He can pull it alone.

According to the photos I remembered, Bo Jingxing put the lid of the coffin again, pulled it up to the point where only the face was exposed, and retracted his hand and put it in the coffin.

The vision was suddenly covered by the coffin cover.

Qin Yiren's heartbeat accelerated and she swallowed nervously, hoping that this level would end soon.

It seemed to have verified her expectations.

Within a few minutes of learning to restore the photos perfectly, a pale hand suddenly appeared, grabbed the edge of the coffin lid, and completely covered the lid!

"Hey! This is different from the one in the photo!"

Qin Yiren was startled and depressedly blew up the coffin lid, and angrily criticized the staff for not playing according to the routine.

She has closed space phobia.

If Bo Jingxing hadn't been by her side at this moment and was suddenly locked in a dark and sealed coffin, she would never have been able to remain rational like she is now.

"Xiaoqian?"

Bo Jingxing grabbed her slightly trembling hand and realized that she didn't like such an environment.

Qin Yiren bit her lower lip uneasy, grabbed Bo Jingxing's fingertips and trembled slightly, absorbed some strength from him, and said happily in pain: "Since the plot has been triggered, we won't lie for too long, right?"

"No." Bo Jingxing groped her cheeks in the darkness and comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, your breathing is messy."

Unaware that something was wrong with him, Qin Yiren only felt his little heart pounding, "...Is there any?"

"Um."

Bo Jingxing has high attainments in medicine.

Even if you can't see her expression, you can guess that she hates the closed environment and said without thinking: "It seems that this is not the last level, I'll ask them to stop the game."

"Don't." Qin Yiren held his hand and said gasping: "It's rare that you asked me to come here. The scene was carefully arranged. As long as I think of the final surprise gift package, I can still bear it."

"It's OK to play this any time, next time I'll ask them to write a script without a closed space."

Bo Jingxing refused to agree to her, so he immediately took out a thumb-sized signal transmitter from his pocket and pressed and held the button on it.

In an instant.

The strange BGM immediately interrupted, and footsteps rustled into the room. The staff worked together to help them lift the tightly cleft coffin lid and rescue the two distinguished guests from the coffin.

The young lady who played the female ghost before changed her clothes and supported Qin Yiren, who was pale.

She regretfully announced that they had failed to pass the level. She said regretfully: "This is the second-last level. If you persist for another two minutes, the mechanism in the coffin will be activated and you will be sent to the last level."

Qin Yiren was also very regretful and looked at Bo Jingxing who was changing out of his props uniform, "Yes, I'd be fine if I persisted."

Bo Jingxing handed the prop suit to a staff member, turned around and pinched her face, and said with a doting expression: "Little idiot, your claustrophobia, if it occurs severely, it will cause you to be unable to breathe. I don't think you can continue to hold on in that environment for two minutes."

Two minutes.

It is usually not worth mentioning, but in the dark and closed coffin, Qin Yiren's heartbeats in just half a minute.

Understand that Bo Jingxing was right, she bulged her cheeks in depression.

"So you have claustrophobia?"

The female ghost girl suddenly realized that she had seen Bo Jingxing how to treat tourists who were traveling with her. She believed in his professional judgment and said with a smile: "You haven't read the playbook with VIP tickets, right?"

At this moment, the room made into a game scene is bright and any uneasy factor disappears.

Qin Yiren and Bo Jingxing followed the staff to withdraw from the scene. She asked curiously, "Playbook?"

"A black and golden booklet." Facing the VIP tourists, the female ghost girl patiently explained: "There are options in it, such as claustrophobia, and you can communicate with us in advance." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!