Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Fu Lanyu was at a distance from the fat otaku, and his expression was very cold.

She asked: "Sir, you have nothing else to do besides following me? Have you read the clue book in the room?"

The fat otaku was taken aback: "What clue book? You mean the stuff in the briefcase?"

Sure enough, he found the briefcase. After all, after she took the book that belonged to him, she threw the briefcase back under the bed.

Fu Lanyu nodded: "Yes, I put the key of the briefcase and the room key on the table, haven't you seen it?"

"...I don't see any keys at all! I can't open the briefcase either!"

"That's terrible." Fu Lanyu's face was stern, so serious that everyone was nervous, "I'm afraid you can't find it, so I put it in the most obvious place-it seems that someone has entered our room in the morning. Stealing your keys while you fainted, just to prevent you from completing the task."

The fat otaku's face flushed red: "No wonder I saw them stealing stuff into their arms this morning. Is it related to the task?"

"Probably so." Fu Lanyu said, "So I suggest you find a way to open the briefcase."

"Can't you share your clues with me?"

"It's useless to show you my clues." She told him, "This time everyone has a book, and the book randomly distributes tasks. You can't grab someone else's task."

"...Sakura, why don't you just take the book out to me and lock it back in your briefcase?"

Fu Lanyu raised her eyebrows lightly. In fact, she didn't even realize that the small details of her expression now looked more and more like Qiao Yunzheng.

"First, my surname is Fu; second, you should be fortunate. Fortunately, I kept my mind and locked the book back. Otherwise, what you are being stolen now is not the key, but the book. If your clue book is caught by someone else Destroy, you will have no chance of competition at all."

The fat otaku kept asking: "Then why didn't you lock the door for me when you left? Lock them and they won't be able to get in!"

"Please, look at the door lock structure of the room. Locking from the outside is equivalent to a reverse lock, so you can't get out of the house when the system is set up like this. What can I do? Could it be that I am your biological mother? In this kind of game, I have to arrange everything for you in every detail? I should be by your side. Even if you fainted, you have to wait 24 hours to protect you? Sir, to be honest, I didn’t take advantage of the danger. If you have a murderous heart, you are already kind enough."

Her eloquence was too good, and her answer was well-founded, so that the fat otaku couldn't find any flaws for a while, as if she had really done everything to him.

He was speechless for a long time, and couldn't help gritting his teeth in anger: "Whoever is so wicked and dares to grab my key, I have to find out and kill him first!"

Fu Lanyu asked: "What if you can't find it?"

"Then don't be good to anyone! If I can't complete the task, I will take them to the funeral together!"

OK, it seems that the otaku also has a fierce side.

"I agree with your acting style, sir." She turned and walked away quickly, leaving only one sentence, "Then look for it slowly, and good luck."

...

At this moment, Qiao Yunzheng and Jing He brothers were walking back and forth in the lively alleys, looking for targets.

At first glance, this alley is no different from an ordinary street alley in reality. Neighbors in the neighborhood ate soy milk fritters, shook their fans and chatted with each other; office workers rode away from home on bicycles, and the student party wore school uniforms to endorse. Go out with the bag; some of the children play with the ball and some hold the dolls.

It's very realistic and can give people an illusion.

But in the game, the last thing you should not believe is the illusion. The more you do this, the more you have a trap.

"Brother Yun." Jing He felt like touching his chin, "Which one do you think we should go to? Which one looks like a comb?"

They are here to find a comb for Fu Lanyu.

After all, Fu Lanyu's mission is the seventh method of hell: combing his hair in the middle of the night.

Qiao Yunzheng calmly observed it, and pointed to the front: "That's it."

At the door of the house he pointed to, there were two women who were dressed in western style. According to theory, women always need one or two combs at home.

Jing He stepped forward and leaned over and asked politely: "Two sisters, excuse me, do you have a comb? Wooden combs, iron combs, gold combs, and silver combs are fine. Anyone that can comb your hair will do. Thank you very much. "

Surprisingly, the two women seemed to have not heard him at all, and continued to chat about their own days, without even lifting their eyelids.

"..."

Jing He asked a few more eloquently, but still didn't get any response. He felt something was wrong and tentatively pushed one of the women's shoulders.

The woman's body shook for a while, and then returned to normal, still chatting to herself, and her expression did not change at all.

He frowned and turned around to whisper to Qiao Yunzheng: "She has cold skin. I suspect that she is the living dead and will ignore us."

Qiao Yunzheng looked not far away, thoughtfully: "I remember the aunt and the uncle, who shook the pu fan there yesterday, the clothes they wore did not change, even the sitting position did not change."

"Hey, there is also that kid, was he playing the ball there yesterday?"

"Also, the man on the bike is riding back."

"..."

Think about it, all the residents in this alley, from yesterday evening, except for the old woman, seemed to be very indifferent to the arrival of their uninvited guests.

Or in other words, they didn't even notice their existence.

They live in a trapped world, always doing the same thing over and over again.

They are just the background board of this game world.

Of course, there may be other uses, but players have not yet discovered it.

Since they have no perception of the outside world, it proves that they will not stop entering the room.

Jing He followed Qiao Yunzheng, carefully bypassed the two women, and walked into the corridor lightly.

The two quickly inspected all the rooms on the first floor. Most of the anti-theft doors were locked, and only one could be opened.

Qiao Yunzheng opened the door.

Regrettably, although the room seemed to be well furnished, no comb was found.

Jing He found an umbrella in the toilet. He remembered that the second way to see ghosts is to hold an umbrella indoors. This is probably a useful item for other players.

He took the umbrella decisively.

When the two of them just walked out of the corridor, they found another player walking out of the corridor next door. The player burned the tin foil and had his head full of curly hair like instant noodles, so he called it the instant noodle man.

The instant noodle man also noticed the sight of the two men, stopped and turned his head, and subconsciously stuffed his hand into his pocket.

Jing He was immediately alert: "Brother Yun, that's a comb! He is holding the comb!"

At the same time, Qiao Yunzheng keenly discovered that the instant noodle man's eyes quickly passed the umbrella in Jing He's hand, his expression was slightly subtle.

"No hurry," he said slowly, "We have the chips, we can talk about it."

"What if you can't agree?"

"Just use force."

"……clear!"

So Jing He strode past Meteor, Hengdao immediately stood in front of the opponent, and squinted the umbrella on his shoulders by the way.

"Brother, where are you going?"

The instant noodle man looked at him badly: "Just stroll around."

"What's in your pocket? Take it out and let's discuss it."

"Sorry, there seems to be nothing to discuss."

"Don't you need an umbrella?" Jing He carried the handle of the umbrella, like a sword dancing, "This seems to be a very important prop. If I guess right, there may only be one in the game. If you don't want me, you can just try to burn it. It's dropped."

"..."

"In fact, we can exchange things amicably, each taking what we need, brother, there is no need to hide it."

Those who enter this game will inevitably become selfish if they are not selfish, and those who are originally magnanimous will also become suspicious.

The instant noodle man didn't think it was a good idea to trade with Jing He, or he didn't want to give Jing He the comb easily. He thought he could find other umbrellas.

Who wants to help other players pass the level?

"No need." He said, "I have nothing to exchange with you. Keep the umbrella for yourself. Please don't get in the way."

"Is there really no room for negotiation, brother?"

"Step aside."

Jing He sighed, "I'm sorry, then."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly bullied himself forward. With the thunder and thunder, he fisted and hit directly. Then, while the opponent dodged, he slammed his arm back and threw it over the shoulder, pressing it to the ground.

The younger brother is now prosperous and can speak and fight, Qiao Yunzheng saves a lot of trouble.

He walked over, helped Jing He cut the instant noodle man's arms back to his back, touched the instant noodle man's pocket with the other hand, and forcibly took the comb away.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Jing He let go and got up, yet he didn't forget to throw the umbrella to him: "We are human and we never take advantage."

The instant noodle man took a vicious look at him, but he acted honestly and quickly pulled the umbrella into his arms.

The two walked back to the entrance of the building where they lived, and saw Fu Lanyu standing there, observing something in the corridor.

"Sister Lan, reach out."

Fu Lanyu calmly returned his hand, without even looking, he took the comb and stuffed it into his pocket.

She said: "Except for the fat guy and another female player in the room, everyone else has gone out. We can go to the old lady's room now."

Jing He instinctively asked, "Do you steal a cat?"

"Yes, two talisman papers will be revealed."

"Talisman?" He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reacted, "Oh, those on the ceiling?"

Many yellow papers filled with spells are pasted on the ceiling of the old npc's room, which is supposed to be a calming effect.

They want to recruit ghosts, and when the ghosts come, they don't know what will happen, and it is difficult to guarantee their own safety.

For now, the only way to solve this problem is to uncover the talisman paper in the old woman's house.

"That's it." Jing He patted his chest, "I am responsible for stealing the cat, and Brother Yun holds Sister Lan and goes up to reveal the talisman paper."

Qiao Yunzheng smiled: "You are very good at making arrangements."

"That must be!"

Determined, the three quickly walked across the corridor to the room at the end.

The door was concealed, and you could just push it in. After entering, she saw the old woman still holding the black cat, leaning against the wall and sitting on the small stool.

She turned her head, her eyes with heavy eyeliner melted, and stared at the three of them for a moment.

She spoke, her voice hoarse.

"What are you doing?"

This scene is embarrassing no matter how you look at it.

Have to think of a way to lead the other person away.

Jing He glanced at Qiao Yunzheng, and Qiao Yunzheng touched Fu Lanyu with his elbow. Fu Lanyu calmly took a step forward.

She leaned close to the old woman.

"I'm hungry, can I trouble you to cook a meal?"