Horror Check-In: Check In A Ghost Every Day

Yin Jian doesn't hate solving puzzles, he likes it quite a bit. Like Lin Yin, he looks down on simple things and finds them boring.

But that doesn't mean he likes the Riddler.

He likes to solve riddles, but he also doesn't like being hung up on a secret answer when it's right in front of him.

He looked at Lin Yin, who was smiling softly in front of him, she was obviously a good-looking, gentle and quiet girl, but at this moment, she seemed to be rolled into flesh, facing Yin Jian with a terrifying and oppressive look in her eyes, but she didn't feel anything express.

Yin Jian experienced a tooth itching feeling for a long time, and at this moment, he even wanted to hit Lin Yin directly.

He is stupid and doesn't like to talk, all he can think of is to fight. Anyway, Lin Yin is not a weak woman. In Yin Jian's view, her strength may even be stronger than that of Yan Luo Lu in Lin's house.

Lin Yin is very smart, she seemed to have seen Yin Jian's thoughts, and couldn't help but teased: "I advise you not to do anything."

It was a threatening sentence, very oppressive, but in Lin Yin's mouth, Rourou's tone did not have any deterrent effect, as if a milk cat was yawning with its fangs and claws exposed.

The next sentence also broke the mysterious force of Lin Yin.

She looked at Yin Jian and said, "If you dare to fight, I will dare to die."

"Huh?" Yin Jian tilted his head slightly, looked at the shade of the tree, and showed a puzzled expression.

"But it's nothing. In fact, I was already dead. What I'm talking to you here is just a small piece of consciousness." Lin Yin smiled softly, and said with some nostalgia: "It's actually good to be alive, but it's a pity that I'm here I didn't meet you back then, I haven't been this happy in a hundred years, thank you, Yin Jian."

The painting style suddenly became sentimental.

It's just that Yin Jian never knew what emotion to use to face a sad moment, he paused, and comforted him with a blank expression: "You're welcome."

"Pfft." Lin Yin looked at Yin Jian's expressionless face, and couldn't help laughing when he said to him: "Are you really a very interesting person, or a ghost?"

Yin Jian didn't respond. Since he lost his relationship, it seems that no one has ever said that he is a very interesting person. Everyone will feel that he is boring because he can't make jokes or comfort others.

But he knew that what Lin Yin was telling was the truth. They were the same kind of people. They seemed to be completely opposite on the outside, but in fact, their cores were extremely similar.

He also thinks that Lin Yin is a very interesting person, or a ghost.

"I'll give this book to you, and I, the ghost, will give it to you too, just treat it as a gift that brings me this wonderful happiness." Lin Yin smiled, and handed the book on the white round table to Yin Jian push in front of him.

Then, she disappeared.

Only the white dress, as well as the white round table and stool were left in place.

Yin Jian just watched silently as the shade of the tree disappeared into the warm spring house, without any expression, but in his heart, he felt an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

One of the same kind has long since died, after a happy conversation spanning a hundred years.

Obviously just chatting for a while, but it feels like an old friend who has known each other for many years.

But this lonely feeling is only for a very short time, his calmness and reason are much stronger than his emotions.

He silently picked up the white dress on the round stool. This dress looked a bit like a wedding dress, but no one would use it as a wedding dress, not only because it was a ghost.

It is also because the material of this skirt is extremely unlucky. It is made of extremely thick white linen. Mourning clothes.

This is not so much a wedding dress, or a dress, as it is a mourning dress.

And this white round stool and round table, after the shade of the trees disappeared, Yin Jian also realized that this is not the kind of European minimalist furniture as imagined, the white layer on its surface is not like the warm ivory white .

Rather, it was almost the same as mourning clothes, an extremely rough, somewhat unlucky looking white.

Moreover, the white round stool and round table are also ghosts.

White dresses, white round tables and stools, these are three ghosts, not supernatural objects, but their killing instinct seems to be suppressed by the shade of the trees, at this moment they seem to be supernatural objects, without the slightest movement.

At this moment, Yin Jian felt a tugging sensation around his waist.

He looked down and found that it was the chained ghost puppet, which was moving towards the dress in Yin Jian's hand, as if this ghost had a great attraction to it, even under Yin Jian's terrifying suppression. Next, they are all struggling hard.

Yin Jian untied the ghost puppet from his waist and let go.

This ghost puppet is the same mysterious ghost on his body. It is a ghost similar to the ghost platform and ghost lantern. It is suspected to be a jigsaw puzzle of an extremely terrifying ghost. It is enveloped by a very high level of supernatural power and cannot be swallowed.

So he wanted to see what this ghost puppet wanted to look like.

He knew that he might be raising a scary ghost. To others, it was equivalent to playing with fire, but to him, it was nothing, because no matter how the ghost puppet's terror level improved, it would definitely not be as high as his. It's fast, especially after sending the ghost signed in by the system to the ghost puppet, his control over the ghost puppet is very strong, and there is almost no need to worry about losing control.

On the contrary, it is a very useful assistant, although Yin Jian has only used it to scan the car so far.

The ghost puppet left Yin Jian's suppression, and walked on the lawn a little staggeringly, as if it hadn't walked for a long time, and was trying to adapt.

It staggered towards the white dress, and the moment it stepped on the white dress, the white dress was shrinking, and it was covering the ghost puppet.

There was a white dress on the ghost puppet, but that was not a ghost, I don't know where it got it from, it was tattered and covered with inexplicable stains.

But now, the white dress that looked like a mourning dress shrunk and fit on the ghost puppet. It was extremely suitable, as if the dress should have been on it.

But that's not the end yet, Yin Jian only guessed half of it right, the white dress is not the only piece of the puzzle that the ghost puppet needs.

The next moment, it jumped on the white round stool, and then it just sat down.

Compared with the white round stool, it is small in size, with its legs dangling in the air, which looks a little funny, but soon, the white round stool and the white round table are also shrinking, as if the ghost puppet's movements triggered some regularity , it is using white round stools and white round tables as part of the puzzle.

Seeing this, Yin Jian picked up the not-so-thick book on the white round table.

Because the white round table shrunk so fast that it almost couldn't fit the book.

After a while, the white round stool and white round table shrank to the same size as the ghost puppet. The ghost puppet looked like a real person, sitting on the white round stool with its elbows on the round table.

With this white dress, Yin Jian has an inexplicably familiar sense of sight.

It seems to be missing a book.

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