The Midnight Owl

The two teams crossed the threshold to enter the old mansion, consciously separated from left to right, Jing Wei was clearly distinguished.

This is the front yard of the old house. It ’s huge. There is a lot of trees in the yard. Some of them are withered, some are fallen, and some are struggling with the last touch of green. Among the shadows of trees, there are ghostly green ghost fire Occasionally, shadows will creep through the corner, making people creepy.

The night was terribly cold and so silent, the whole old house was like an empty coffin placed in the wilderness, waiting for the lost people.

Xu Wang looked at Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng turned his head slightly to the left, Xu Wang nodded clearly, then looked at the camouflage captain, his eyes glanced to the left, the meaning was clear and clear-we went here.

The leader of the camouflage came from the good, and his chin flew to the right-then we will go here.

This level is similar to the Fort Hotel, the tasks of the teams do not necessarily overlap. The Castle Hotel has several mission lines to choose from, such as love, horror, and puzzle solving. This level is to see who is the first ghost NPC that each team contacts. Different ghosts will bring completely different tasks to the team. .

At the same time, "being discerned" is this dead spot, and it is too close to the competing teams. However, if a team is discerned, then the team that is discerned must be dragged to the nearest team.

Based on the above situations, separation as soon as possible without interference with each other has become a common demand of the two teams.

One team is to the left, one team is to the right, go forward for a moment, and then look back, you can no longer see each other's back.

The night wind blew through the deep house old courtyard, there was really a kind of year after year, nothing happened ...

Before Xu Wang finished his emotions, he let Renren Teng knock his head and raised his head to face Wu Sheng's helpless face.

"Everyone has gone far, don't give up."

"..." Was he vigilant and prepared?

Just after seeing Wu Sheng, he turned his head and saw Qian Ai's head.

Xu Wang suffered a sudden cardiac arrest.

It took a few seconds before exhaling suddenly and recovering.

"No, old money," Xu Wang pushed away his teammates' heads, "You are too lethal to stay away from me ..."

Qian Aiwei Qu Baba, just about to say a few words for himself, not far away, suddenly someone spit.

"spit!"

The sound was not loud, but it was crisp, and after the whispering, he began to mumble and mumble, and he could not hear anything clearly. In the old mansion, he infiltrated people.

The four partners felt tense, daring not to act rashly again, and slowly turned their heads along the voice, only to see that they could enter the house's partial door threshold, sitting in a ragged middle-aged man, counting money. He was thin and thin, rickets on his back, only staring at the eyes of the banknote in his hand, with a dim light.

It is better to hit the NPC than to choose the NPC. The four partners look at each other. Well, this one.

"Are you ready?" Xu Wang confirmed in a whisper for the last time, "I'm ready when I'm ready."

Wu Sheng gently raised the arm wrapped around the catcher, and said lightly: "No problem."

Qian Ai shook his head up and down, left and right: "very confident."

Kuang Jinxin patted the disobedient hand above his head: "Come on, Captain."

Xu Wang nodded, the first step forward: "Go."

[Ghost House Infernal Affairs, the first test-the identity verification of the debut! 】

The four people Xu Bu stepped forward, and soon came to the money counting ghost, standing side by side, a black image shrouded in a wall.

But middle-aged men counted too seriously, unknowingly.

"..." The four partners waited patiently.

Finally, after counting the last banknote, the ghost of money counting sat up in his pocket with satisfaction, and he stood up happily, looking like he was going back to the house, and when he stood up, he finally found out that there were four more figures in front ... .

"Who are you?" Originally looking at a very ordinary middle-aged man, his body suddenly turned from half to half, and the look on his face was alert, and the corner of his mouth split an inch to both ends, exposing the yellow and sharp teeth inside.

The four only felt a wind blowing behind them, cold into the bone marrow.

But no one showed any guilty conscience.

"We are lonely spirits and ghosts with nowhere to go," Xu Wang calmed, with endless sincerity, sincerity, and pitifulness, "I want to live here."

"Rolling and rolling," the money-counting ghost waved impatiently. "This place is already full of ghosts, and there is no place for you."

Wu Sheng frowned, and the catcher vine on his body immediately walked along the ground, quietly entangled the feet of the money-ghost, and wanted to come down to show that they were not ordinary imp, and had a foothold. Unexpectedly, I haven't exerted my strength yet, but the catcher vine has passed through the ghost's ankle!

Catcher can't even touch this money-ghost!

Wu Sheng squeezed his lips tightly. The time they stepped back from 8/23, they mainly collected information at this level. They had never used stationery, could it be that stationery was not effective for the ghosts at this level?

"Snapped--"

Kang Jinxin's broken hand above his head, I don't know when he flew over, severely patted the hand of the countless ghost waving unkindly.

"You are kind to our big brother!" Kuang Jinxin said fiercely.

Counting money, clutching the hurt hand: "..."

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."

The milk is fierce, and it really makes people wonder what reaction to give.

However, Jin Xin's prestige let Wu Sheng's doubts be solved. It's not that you can't use stationery, just that ordinary stationery is useless for ghosts. Only ghost-shaped stationery with similar attributes can encounter ghosts.

Here, Wu Sheng went back and forth a thousand times, and the money-gathering over there seemed to be beaten by this one, removed some precautions, and then looked at them squinting, he was a little more serious.

"Someone has come here recently as a ghost to make trouble," said the money-ghost. "The boss asked me to watch here, so I have to keep it."

"Come on," Qian Ai scowled at him, "If you just saw us, you turned around and ran away early, are you looking at the door like that?"

"Do you want to go in or not?" The money-ghost was shouted a little and couldn't hold it.

"Of course I think, otherwise you are talking nonsense here." It may be that the style gives confidence, and now Qian Ai feels like a ghost aristocrat.

"Then honestly report your account," the money-ghost saw four of them in turn, and said right, "How did they die, what would they do, and if they were of little use, don't want to live here in vain?" . "

Qian Ai Wuyu: "It's a ghost, what else can I eat?"

"Yuanbao candle," said the money-ghost, "someone in Houshan will burn ..." Halfway through the words, he stared at Qian Ai in disbelief. "You don't even know this?"

Qian Ai Yusai, for a long time, swallowed a few saliva before he made a loud voice: "Yes, I don't know, my father does not hurt my mother and love, no one gives me wax burning ingots, you are satisfied!"

The money counting ghost was shouted inexplicably ashamed. In shame, there was also sympathy and intolerance: "Uh, no, I didn't deliberately poke your pain ..."

"How the **** did you die?" Having talked here, the money-ghost really had a heart-to-heart talk about the "flying head" in front of him.

"Hey-" Qian Ai sighed heavily, and his eyes fluttered towards the friends, beckoning, this showman I first appeared.

"People are ghosts after they die, but I am not," Qian Ai sat on the threshold, his eyes and expression, how sad and sad, "I was a ghost, poor ghost when I was alive."

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Kuang Jinxin: "..."

Although the script was set for others in advance, the performance of his teammates deeply convinced them.

"Who asked what the **** you are," the money-ghost was not satisfied, "I asked how you died."

"I'm too poor, you said how I died!" Qian Ai glared at him, "I'm poor!"

Counting money ghost: "..."

"I'm poor, I'm still gambling, I have lost everything in my house," floating my head in the air, looking at the money-ghost with red eyes, and his voice was hoarse and choked. "Later, I want to gamble. What should I do? Bet on my hands, my legs, my body— "

"Are you betting that those people are sick?" The money-ghost scratched his face in distress. "What's the use of your body!"

"You don't care about this anyway, anyway, I'm losing, I would like to gamble to lose, arms and legs even take this body together!" Xijing · Qian Qian can not be packed, only one head left, it can definitely stand up to the movie emperor Crown.

Counting money ghost: "So you died?"

Qian Ai: "There is only one head left. Will you die if you change?"

"..." Counting money ghosts always feel weird, but they can't find too many problems, hesitantly, seeing Kang Jinxin and his broken hand lying on his shoulder, subconsciously asked, "What's the matter with you?" ? He has only one head left. Why do you have one more hand? "

Kuang Jinxin said: "My hand is his."

The money counting ghost's small eyes widened: "What?"

"I bet with him that he didn't have money, so he squeezed his hands to me, and later he lost, he chopped my hands to me." Kuang Jinxin said sincerely with big eyes.

The ghost counting money still didn't understand: "Then you won, why did you become a ghost?"

"Since he chopped it to me, I became weaker and the doctor couldn't find the cause, and later died." Kang Jinxin glanced at the hand on his shoulder, then looked at the money-ghost, his face dignified, and his voice was low. Dumb, "I only found out after I died that this hand has never left me, I am not sick," he leaned close to the money-ghost, and he glanced word by word, "He broke his hand to kill."

Counting money ghost: "..."

He is a ghost, why is he still scared by the ghost! ! !

At this time, Jin Xin, where there is a previous milk fierce, is now completely playful, ghostly, and sensuous.

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."

This is a drama.

"No," the count money ghost frowned, looked at Qian Ai's head, and then looked at Kuang Jinxin, and finally found the problem, "To say this, you two should be enemies. How come you ran together after death?"

Qian Ai: "..."

Kuang Jinxin: "..."

This is a problem, so sharp.

"Alas," Xu Wang manipulated the spirit pat on the back to count the money ghost's shoulders. "There is a feeling in this world called love and love, you don't understand."

The money-ghost turned his head to look at him: "If you tell me, you died because of gambling, and you just met them when you were alive. I'm really angry."

"Then how can I know it again, it won't be a serial." Xu Wang gave him a "reassuring" look, looked back at the dark human figure behind him, and then looked at the money-ghost, his eyes were already sinking. "I am Killed by it. "

The money counting ghost did not understand: "Who?"

Xu Wang raised his finger to his face: "It."

Counting money ghosts stared at him for a long time: "Boy, you mean yourself."

"No, this is not me," Xu Wang shook his head, his finger shifted his direction, and pointed to the spirit behind him, "This is me, that is, the person who is talking to you now." After that, he pointed his finger back to Xu Wang, "It is just an empty shell."

Counting money ghost: "But its mouth is moving ..."

"Hush, don't interrupt," Xu Wang pressed his finger to his lips, blinked, and then pointed to the shadow behind him. "I was born a ghost. You can call me the spirit behind me. I have only done one bad thing in my life. , Just wanted a body, so I killed this person ... "He pointed at himself again," but after killing him, I realized that I can manipulate this body, but this body never belongs to me, "the finger points back to black Ying, "So I can only follow this body for eternity and eternity, watching the sins I have committed, eternal torment ..."

Counting the money ghost's head, following Xu Wang's finger, look over, look at the past, look at the past, then look over again, success, hoodwink.

Xu Wang sighed tiredly: "You may not be able to understand between me and it ..."

"Enough!" The money counting ghost never wants to understand!

"In short, it's dead, you're dead, you two are inseparable, it's over!" The counted money ghosts were summed up briefly, supporting the last ray of soul, and Youyou looked at Wu Sheng, "You ..."

"I died in the mountain, it's a mountain ghost." Wu Sheng stood still, and the catcher vine slowly wrapped around him.

Counting money, the ghost narrowed its eyes: "Mountain ghost?"

Wu Sheng nodded: "Mountain ghost."

Counting money frowned: "It's over? There's no life story?"

Wu Sheng said: "It's gone."

The money counting ghost came up and grabbed Wu Sheng's hand: "Brother, I appreciate you!"

"Ding--"

A four-in-one prompt sounds.

The money counting ghost didn't respond to it, as if he didn't hear it.

: [Identification Authentication] succeeded.

The author has something to say: Sheng Ge's drama genre, called minimalist flow (╯ ▽ ╰)