Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

The furnishings inside 504 look like a haunted house. The beams in the corners of the room are all covered with spider webs, and a thick layer of dust has fallen on the table.

The furniture was also staggered here and there, as if no one had lived there for a long time.

The only clean thing was the somewhat worn ball that Ming Ming played with.

"Don't you guys usually clean up this house?" Yang Xianluo looked around the indoor environment and said, "How can you live in such a dirty and messy house?"

The disheveled female ghost was stunned for a moment and said, "We are ghosts and have no requirements for living environment. Why can't we live in it?"

Yang Xianluo paused and said, "What you said makes sense."

Then he turned to Zhao Qianqian and said, "Come here."

Zhao Qianqian reluctantly stepped forward and asked, "What else do you want me to do?"

"Clean this living room."

"What?" Zhao Qianqian said furiously, "I am a fierce ghost, not a nanny. This is too insulting. I won't do it!"

"Aren't you going to do it?" Yang Xianluo came out with a Ming coin and waved it in front of her eyes, "Aren't you going to do it now?"

"Do it!" Zhao Qianqian took the coin and said with a smile, "Leave this kind of work to me from now on. I'm the best at this kind of work."

"Didn't you say I was insulting you?" Yang Xianluo said, raising his eyebrows.

"No, why are you insulting me? You think highly of me, that's why you let me do things."

It's faster to let ghosts do housework, but within a few minutes, the entire living room will look brand new.

When Huang Ying saw the spotless living room, she couldn't help but click her tongue. This efficiency was too fast. If these ghosts were allowed to go out to do housework, they would definitely make a lot of money.

Yang Xianluo sat on the chair and said to Mingming's mother, "You said someone wanted to harm your son. Do you have any evidence for this?"

"What proof can this have?" Zhao Qianqian looked at Mingming's mother with disdain and said, "She just has persecution delusions. Every day she thinks that this person wants to harm her son, and that person wants to harm her son, but it's just because her son died in her hands.

I couldn't accept it, so I wanted to put the blame on others."

"No." Mingming's mother shook her head randomly, looked around nervously, and said with fear on her face, "Someone really wants to harm my son."

"Yang Xianluo, don't listen to her. Mother and son are doing well if they don't harm others. How could others harm her? It's too late to hide!"

"Zhao Qianqian, it's not time for you to speak yet, can you wait until she finishes speaking before you speak?" Yang Xianluo looked at her speechlessly and said.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. I want to see what she can say." Zhao Qianqian snorted coldly.

"I'm not talking nonsense, believe me, someone really wants to harm my son." Mingming's mother said anxiously.

"Don't worry, I believe you are not talking nonsense. Can you tell me the details carefully?"

Mingming's mother calmed down and said, "I am a single mother. Although my work is very hard and tiring, I have a caring and sensible son. I live a fulfilling and happy life every day. No matter how hard or tiring my life is, it is always sweet."

Seeing the smile on her face, she did look very happy.

"Since you and your son are living so well, why did you commit suicide holding your son in your arms?" Huang Ying asked in confusion.

"I don't want to commit suicide either." She said with a trembling body. "I don't know when. I always felt like there was a pair of eyes looking at me and monitoring me. I started to feel fear in my heart, and my temper gradually became irritable. Then all day long

I couldn't sleep at night, and later on, a strange voice suddenly appeared in my ear, and it kept tempting me and telling me to die."

"So you took your son to die with you?" Zhang Zhi asked in surprise.

"At first I didn't think of taking my son to die, but the voice that bewitched me said that if I died and left my son alone in the world, it would be really pitiful. It would be better to take my son to die with me." Ming Ming

The mother covered her face with her hands and cried bitterly, "I don't know why, but I was really obsessed with it. I turned on the gas in the house and committed suicide with my son."

{The main mission is to find out the real culprit behind all this and the purpose of the person behind it.}

"Speaking of which, I remember that there seemed to be a voice in my ears tempting me and telling me to die." Zhao Qianqian opened her eyes in horror and said, "So people in our building committed suicide one after another.

In fact, it was not an accident at all, but something evil was targeting us."

"When things go wrong, there must be monsters." Yang Xianluo said, "It's very weird that people in the same building all committed suicide. You can't have all the suffering in the world borne by the people in your building.

Come on, even if life is really desperate and painful, not everyone will die, and then there will be no one in this world."

"Yes, why haven't I thought about this before?" Zhao Qianqian clenched her fists and said, "Who is the murderer who is so vicious? Don't let me find him, otherwise I will make him pay with his life."

"You still can't figure out who will pay for who's life!" Yang Xianluo said lightly.

"Not only have you not thought about this, but all the people who died in this apartment building have not thought about it. Someone must have deliberately imprisoned your thoughts. Although you are dead, you are still under the control of that thing.

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"That's right." Mingming's mother said with fear. "After my son and I died, I was in pain and self-blame every day. Suddenly one day, my son told me that there was a pair of eyes staring at him. At that time, I

I felt a creeping feeling behind my back, and I was very scared. Those evil things that tempted us to commit suicide did not let us go just because we were dead."

A chill spread from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. The hair on Zhang Zhi's body stood up. He rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and said, "Sister Xianluo, why do I feel like something is staring at us?"

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"Ah~~~~" A sharp cry echoed throughout the apartment building.

Yang Xianluo and Wan Bochong looked at each other and said, "Let's go over and take a look."

Several people ran out of the house and came to the elevator. Li Wei pressed the elevator button and his expression changed drastically, "Sister Yang, the elevator is broken."

"The screams came from the second floor, let's take the stairs." Wan Bochong said.

Zhang Zhi opened the door of the escape passage and took a few steps back in horror when he saw the endless stairs below.

"What's wrong?" Huang Ying asked.

"This staircase has no end as far as the eye can see. It's like leading to hell." Zhang Zhi said with fear on his face.

"How could this happen?" Huang Ying murmured, "Could it be that a ghost hit the wall?"

"Such a large-scale ghost attack requires a lot of resentment, which cannot be created by ordinary ghosts." Zhao Qianqian frowned and said, "There don't seem to be such powerful ghosts in our building!"