Pocket Data Master

"Who said there are no ghosts in the haunted house? Come forward and I promise I will only let you into the critically ill ward, but I won't beat you to death!"

Dian tried his best to smile, but he revealed a weird smile that would make someone touch him... no, his heart would stop. It immediately attracted a burst of cheers... and cries.

"This man works so hard!"

A young man with tortoiseshell eyes commented seriously, "Being able to smile like this is really a talent to some extent."

The tall and lanky man next to him immediately complained: "I think it was just the wrong birth. It's a pity that a ghost boss was stillborn before he was born."

"..."

An edible lolita holding a Pikachu-shaped marshmallow looked blank.

Dian was delighted, "Loli has three good things, and I have to add one more."

He immediately laughed harder.

Sudden silence...deathly silence...

The little loli's eyes widened, and a mist of water appeared visible to the naked eye. Then the corners of her mouth began to pout, and she was ready to use her big move - I will annoy you to death even if I don't cry to death! !

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

Heart-rending cries echoed through the door of the haunted house.

"abnormal!!"

A man with twin tails in a sailor suit covered his plain and immediately retreated.

"No... you're a pervert, I think adding the word "death" would make it more rhyming!"

The tortoise-shell young man raised his eyes, and a sharp look immediately flashed out, "Sure enough, he is a pervert... Well, it rhymes."

The tall and lanky man was silent for a moment and gave up on complaining. He felt that he should go back to the school of complaining for further education, as his academic skills were somewhat lacking.

Sure enough, the Tucao master is right. The most difficult thing in the world is to see the world through complaints.

The mother of a wild circle bear, ah no, a beautiful housewife, came over and took the little Lolita's hand, and said warmly: "Don't cry, Mengmeng, this big brother didn't mean it, just ugh ...It just lacks a sense of public morality.”

She glanced at the palace, the cold light in her eyes was even worse than the freezing light, "It doesn't matter that he looks scary, but he ran out... It's true!"

Although she was thinking this in her heart, she still looked gentle and said with an apologetic tone: "I'm sorry, our Mengmeng has caused trouble to you, I'm really sorry!"

His face twitched, and he seemed to have seen a black resentment rising up from the sky, preparing to take him to death.

He immediately put away his smile... and pointed to the sign next to him.

I saw it written on the sign.

‘The biggest show of the year, the terrifying beauty show of handsome young people – the strange haunted house in Dubai’.

"What? It turns out to be Yan Yi. I'm so disappointed."

The twin-ponytails looked unhappy, "I thought it was really a pervert."

The tortoise-shell young man coughed and said, "This lady, there are so few perverts, only one per year. If you don't mind, why don't we talk by candlelight at night."

"Darling, are you going to abandon me?!"

The tall and thin young man suddenly said in a trembling voice: "Have you forgotten our previous vows of eternal love, Wushan Yunyu?!"

"Well……"

The twin ponytails used Shun Shen again, took a dozen steps back, and then walked away quickly.

The tortoiseshell young man froze for two or three seconds, then he retracted his hand as if nothing had happened and walked to the side.

"Hmph!"

The tall and lanky young man said proudly: "I'm not good at complaining, but I'm good at breaking up couples. I've been doing this for twenty years and no one has surpassed me yet."

Seeing the group of mentally retarded people in front of him, Dian suddenly felt a little desperate. Could it be that the Pokémon world has been invaded by the mentally retarded virus? Then wouldn't his various goddesses...

In an instant, he realized again that although he was mentally retarded, the world was at least normal.

Because there was a dream monster floating in front of him, looking at him coldly with a pair of dead fish eyes.

Dian looked bitter, not knowing how to serve this dreamy lady.

"Dream!"

After Miss Dream Demon flew around the hall, she returned to the haunted house again.

Dian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. If the general type Pokémon will torture your body, then the ghost type will ravage your spirit.

He looked at the dark haunted house behind him expressionlessly, complaining in his heart, "Who said there are no ghosts in the haunted house? Isn't this just one... Or an insomniac ghost."

That's right, Miss Dream Demon has been in an explosive period recently. Whoever offends will die because she has insomnia! !

Looking at the scene around him, Dian still feels a little unreal like a dream, but there is no doubt that this is indeed the world of Pokémon, a dreamland that he has always dreamed of.

"Gululu..."

Dian held his stomach and continued to start his own business of making extra money.

Yes, the world is beautiful, having no money is cruel, and starving to death is cruel.

There is also a line of small words written in the lower right corner of the sign next to it.

’ You don’t sell your skills but your body. Welcome to Dubai’s Haunted House, which will give you the ultimate surprise and excitement. ‘

It has been three months since he came to this world. He relied on his talents to transform from a black man to an employee of Dubai's amusement park. Not to mention having a legal identity, he got a promotion and a salary increase to marry Bai Fumei. The grand goal is also one step closer.

Originally, he wanted to recover a Pokémon and start his own journey. Unfortunately, after seeing a harmless Rattata bite into pieces a stone as big as a millstone, he did not hesitate. Turn around and run away... No, retreat in order to advance.

By selling his face, he won the recognition of the haunted house contractor and became a staff member of the haunted house.

Dian looked around and found that the entire amusement park had significantly fewer people. He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. Now was the day when the annual trainers went out, and it was also the time for new students to enter. Naturally, the amusement park The days began to get sad.

"Dream Demon..."

Dian started his daily daze with an expressionless face, and no one else could see it anyway.

He had already saved a lot of money through frugality, and even bought the most common elf ball. The reason why he still chose to stay here was that dream monster.

Originally, there were only some props in the haunted house, but a dream demon suddenly ran out half a month ago. At that time, he was so excited that he could not control himself. However, Miss Dream Demon taught him what it meant to be unable to take care of himself.

She enjoyed playing tricks on him all day long, suddenly pulling his hair from behind, and making horrifying cries in the middle of the night. What was even more terrifying was that one time he was directly pulled into a fantasy world, allowing him to experience what it means to be attacked by a fierce ghost. people.

But being frightened, Dian began to enjoy it, and then Miss Meng Yao began to worry because she found that her food had decreased.

So she spent the whole day thinking about how to scare this freak.

Little did he know that all this was within the palace's expectations.

He knew that most Pokémon like Incubus must be very curious and could not be seen by ordinary people. Therefore, if he wanted to win the favor of Miss Incubus and become her trainer, he must win by surprise and vice versa. Follow the path.

Every night in the palace, he would start telling ghost stories as if no one was around, one story every day, and the tricks would not be repeated. The result was that Miss Dream Demon had insomnia.

He glanced around and found that there were fewer and fewer people, then turned and walked back.