Rules-based ghost talk game

After opening the door, it was Alan Moretti who was wearing a suit and a twitching mustache.

"Dear Ann, I wonder if you are ready." Alan Moretti smiled slightly.

Chen An said politely: "Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Allen, I think we will go there soon."

"Looking forward to your arrival with the beautiful lady." Alan Moretti said.

...

After temporarily sending Allen away, Chen An returned to the second floor and found Xue Yue'er who was sleeping in the bedroom. He knocked on Miao Luoying's door, but Ding Ping was not seen in the master bedroom.

"Girls, get ready to have a big dinner next door."

Arriving at the living room, Chen An suddenly saw Ding Ping pushing the door in from the outside, holding a brown cardboard box in her hand.

"Where have you been?" Chen An asked doubtfully, "I'm going to eat next door."

Ding Ping placed the carton in front of Chen An, raised a slight smile on her lips, and suddenly opened the top opening...

"Dang Dang Dang!" Ding Ping said: "I'm giving you a suit belonging to a gentleman, um, in return for the news about the drunkard."

Chen An was slightly startled. He felt a little warm in his heart when he looked at the dark blue suit in front of him, which had a silk-like texture and looked very high-end. It had some light stripes.

...

...

After putting on a suit, Chen An looked more gentle and elegant.

Miao Luoying put on an off-white nun-like robe, a hood and a veil. On the other side, Xue Yuer still wore the same black gothic skirt with black boots.

Ding Ping changed into a light pink dress, revealing her white and tender shoulders.

"Isn't it a little too grand?" Chen An blinked, feeling that he was giving Allen too much face.

"As a gentleman and a lady, this is what you should do. After all, you are inviting me to dinner." Ding Ping shook her head slightly and said regretfully: "Ruandu is too poor and I can't find suitable clothes. I would have known better before coming to Ruandu.

, I’ll take a few more sets at home.”

Chen An suddenly said: "Yes, can we still go back to ordinary posts?"

Ding Ping shook her head: "No, I've tried it. The train from ordinary posts to elite posts is one-way."

...

...

"Dear Ann, I am honored to have you here."

"Dear Alan, please don't be polite, our purpose is just to roast chicken."

Chen An smiled half-jokingly.

However, Allen's mouth froze slightly, and he felt that Chen An was not joking.

Ding Ping raised her eyebrows slightly. After they walked into the house, although Allen had been talking to Chen An, his peripheral vision did not glance at her.

The dinner went very smoothly.

Chen An was very familiar with Allen and had a hypocritical chat and laugh.

Funong's roast chicken also tastes very good, tender and juicy. Chen An almost burst into tears after eating it. Finally, he no longer has to eat potatoes!

"So, Allen, what was your scapegoat-like ability before?"

After the meal was almost finished, Chen An took a sip of Alter's red wine, and then asked seemingly casually.

In fact, he was testing Allen's bottom line to identify Allen's true attitude towards him.

At least, although they are neighbors, Chen An doesn't really want to be friends with Allen.

Alan Moretti, however, calmly spread his hands and said: "I am a grotesque 'evil ghost' on the path of a 'devil'. Well, dear Ann, this is no secret to you."

Chen An nodded and said with a smile: "I am a clown."

...

The dinner lasted from seven o'clock to half past eight.

After everyone finished eating, Chen An and the three girls bid farewell to Allen politely.

"Dear Ann, I think there is something I would like to take you to see. Well, maybe we can make a deal."

Seeing that Chen An was about to leave, Allen leaned close to his ear and whispered in a voice that only two people could hear.

Chen An's eyes flickered slightly. Well, sure enough, he knew that this was not a simple dinner. Allen must have a purpose.

But... isn't it convenient for the three girls to hear it?

Chen An winked at Ding Ping.

"You've eaten well, Mr. Allen, do you mind if we sit for a while longer." Ding Ping suddenly rubbed her belly and smiled at Allen.

"It's my pleasure, beautiful lady." Allen nodded.

Looking for an excuse that anyone with a discerning eye would know was an excuse, Chen An and Allen walked towards the second floor.

After walking to the door of a house, Allen looked at Chen An, coughed lightly and said, "Dear An, actually, I am a collector."

"Collector?" Chen An blinked.

"Yes." Allen nodded and opened the door: "For many years, I have been loyal to collecting some beautiful works of art. This is my most precious treasure, and it is art worth protecting with my life.

I think, for me, dignity and decency must come first, and these collections must come second.”

Chen An raised his eyebrows and walked into the house.

I didn’t expect that Allen could be so artistic. Well, did I blame him wrongly before?

Listening to Ding Ping's description, I always thought this person was a pervert... Chen An complained in his heart.

The room was very dark, and the outline of a bed and balcony could be roughly seen. Judging from the location, Chen An knew that this should be a bedroom, which was similar to the style of his own home.

However, there were many more shelves in Allen's bedroom, and there were things on those shelves that were blurry and unclear because of the darkness.

Click.

Allen closed the door and turned on the switch on the wall.

The lights suddenly came on.

And Chen An also saw clearly the things on those shelves.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly shrank and his breathing became rapid. He looked at Allen, with an indescribable complex taste in his eyes.

In the middle, there were glass jars one after another on those mahogany shelves. Each jar was the size of a bucket and was filled with completely transparent liquid.

At a glance, these jars are all over the bedroom! They are on the shelves, on the floor, on the balcony, everywhere.

And it's unacceptable...

In these jars, feet are soaked one by one.

Yes, it's a foot with an ankle, like a woman's foot.

Although there are no wrinkles, the cut areas of the ankles appear smooth, and each foot is slightly different. Some are white and tender, some are slightly red, some are petite, some are painted with black nail polish, and some are painted with black nail polish.

Looks slender...

It's just that... being "good-looking and beautiful" on a human body does not mean that it is placed in a glass jar, and the same is true!

Chen An's face looked a little pale.

Alan Moretti looked around with a smile on his face and said in a high-pitched voice: "Dear Ann, this is my collection, these are my most precious treasures!"

He turned his head suddenly, looked at Chen An, and said with a smile: "You are a man too, you will also like it, right? Isn't that what we men like?"

Chen An bared his teeth and was thinking about a question.

Is it appropriate for me to knock him out and run out now?

But Allen has a "scapegoat", so this may not work.

"So, what is the purpose of bringing me here?" Chen An said softly.

He felt a little panicked, even wondering if Allen was a member of a secret organization... If so, the original black market invitation was a conspiracy!

Now...is he going to do something to himself?

Chen An's eyes narrowed slightly. The Smiling Rabbit and the Crying Rabbit were in the bag. In order to maintain the dignity of the suit, he did not bring it with him, so he only prepared a few napkins in his pocket for making the "Scare Box".

If Alan Moretti is not the only one here, but there are also other mutants from the Id Sect, I am afraid that he will be in trouble!

"Dear Ann." Alan Moretti's thin cheeks suddenly turned red. He seemed to be embarrassed and said: "Actually...the beautiful lady in your family...well, I mean

It's Miss Ding. I like her very much. I don't know what your relationship is like...but it seems like you are not a couple.

I think...I'd give five...no...four..."

Alan Moretti's face was full of hesitation. After a while, he stretched out three fingers and said loudly: "Three pieces! Three pieces of my collection! Well, except for the ones on the bedside, there are all

Take your pick!

I just hope you can give me a chance to pursue Miss Ding! If...if you can provide me with some more help, that would be even better!"

Alan Moretti looked at Chen An nervously, waiting for his answer.

When Chen An heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Oh, fortunately, he is not a lunatic from the Id sect.

He is just a simple pervert.

Wait, that’s not right!

What do you want to do!

Chen An's eyes looked at Allen with a chill.

"Do you want to turn Ding Ping's feet into a collection?" Chen An's voice was low and cold.

Alan Moretti raised his hands and said quickly: "No, no, dear Ann, some works of art need to be activated. They are the most beautiful existences. These, these are all because they died due to accidents...

"

Chen An's voice was cold: "I think there is no need for us to talk. This is an impossible deal."