Da Zhuang leaned in to take a closer look. When he saw the style of the watch clearly, his pupils suddenly widened and he snatched the watch from Baili Xin. "Fuck, is this a Black Angel?"
Baili Xin: “?”
Da Zhuang glanced at Baili Xin with the eyes of a bumpkin and said, "You don't know this watch?"
Baili Xin shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen it. What's so special about this watch?"
"Yes," Da Zhuang nodded seriously, "It's very expensive!"
Baili Xin: "..."
Little Monster: "Hey! Money-grubber!"
Da Zhuang carefully wiped the stains on the watch with the corner of his clothes. He didn't know when this watch was thrown here. After wiping the stains, it was as clean as new. The surface was gunmetal black with a slightly frosted texture. When the flashlight shone on it, fine mist and stars dotted the metal surface.
"Wow," Da Zhuang exclaimed, "It's worthy of being a world-famous watch worth 80 million. It's just extraordinary. Isn't it so beautiful?"
"Let me see the watch." Baili Xin was silent for two seconds and then stretched out his hand to Da Zhuang. Although Da Zhuang was a little reluctant, he still stroked the dial a few times and handed the watch to Baili Xin. "Here, it's for you. Be careful not to break it. This watch is very expensive."
When he said the last part, Da Zhuang deliberately emphasized his tone.
Baili Xin took the watch that Da Zhuang had held and made it a little warm and looked at it. Judging from the degree of wear and tear, the watch had not been in this garbage dump for a long time. The watch looked normal, and the hands on the dial moved steadily and orderly. Baili Xin checked the time in his mind and it was exactly right.
It seems that this watch has been here for no more than a week.
Someone had been here before Da Zhuang.
Seeing Baili Xin put the watch into his pocket, Da Zhuang asked hurriedly, "What are you doing? You don't want to keep this watch for yourself, do you? I'm telling you, you'd better not have such a crooked idea. The Black Angel series is limited to 50 pieces worldwide. Each piece has its own exclusive number. The buyer's information is bound to the number. If someone else takes the watch to sell it, the after-sales terminal will immediately verify the seller's identity. If it is found that the seller's identity does not match the registered buyer's identity, the after-sales terminal will immediately choose to call the police."
"We... no, you, will end up in jail for such a valuable thing."
Baili Xin: "I will call the police when I get out and hand the watch over to the police and return it to the owner."
Da Zhuang was very pleased that he had saved a lamb that had almost lost its way: "That's good, but I didn't expect that I would be able to see the real watch of the Black Angel in this place. How could this watch be buried here?"
"It could be stolen goods. A thief stole the watch but couldn't find a way to sell it, so he hid it here." Baili Xin guessed, "It could also be that the owner of the watch dropped it here himself."
Da Zhuang: "I think the first possibility is more likely, it must have been stolen. For limited edition watches like this, the people who can own them must be rich or noble. How could someone of such status come to a place like this in person? Hehe, if we help this mysterious boss find the watch, he might be so happy that he will give us a lot of benefits to thank us."
As he talked, Da Zhuang had already started imagining his wonderful life.
Baili Xin was very inconsiderate and poured a basin of cold water on him: "Let's think about how to find Mr. Mouse and Red Hair first, and then leave here."
The smile on Da Zhuang's face disappeared instantly, "..."
Good man, you are really bringing up things that are not related to the topic!
Baili Xin supported his knees and stood up straight, "They shouldn't be on this floor. We should leave."
He turned around and the flashlight drew an arc in the dark building and stopped at a certain place: "..."
The hemp rope that was supposed to be hanging on the beam in the main hall outside had somehow arrived on the beam just ten meters away from them.
There was no wind around, but the hemp rope swayed rhythmically back and forth without making any sound.
Baili Xin raised the flashlight and looked towards the place where the hemp rope was originally, but it was empty.
He took a look at the swaying hemp rope and quickly dropped the flashlight. Da Zhuang beside him did not notice anything strange about the hemp rope. He just followed Baili Xin fearfully and asked in a low voice, "Which floor are we going to?"
Baili Xin: "People go to higher places, water flows to lower places, let's go to the upper places first."
Da Zhuang: “?”
This old saying is used for this reference
Whatever! Just go!
The stairs were nearby. Each of the two men held a flashlight in his hand. Baili Xin used the flashlight in his backpack, while Dazhuang used the exploration tools he brought with him.
They went from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, but found nothing there, so they went from the fifth floor to the sixth floor.
Go from the sixth floor to the seventh floor, and then go up one more floor to the top floor.
Da Zhuang followed Baili Xin the whole time without even daring to look back.
He didn't know if it was psychological or not, but he always felt like something was following him.
But a voice deep in my heart kept telling me not to look back, not to look back, never to look back.
He just followed Baili Xin with his neck stiff, walking forward silently, and the number of ghost viewers in the live broadcast room gradually increased to more than 500 ghosts.
There was still nothing found on the seventh floor, so the only thing left was the top floor.
Da Zhuang was very patient while searching for the two people. Even though he had not found any trace of them after searching for such a long time, he did not show any signs of anxiety. He just followed behind Baili Xin quietly, silently observing the young man in front of him.
Unlike himself who was just paddling, the young man was really searching seriously.
He was very brave and determined, neither arrogant nor impatient, and there was no expression of fear on his face from beginning to end.
A man who works hard is really attractive.
If this man is also good-looking, he will be the luminous body standing on top of the pyramid.
The young man's handsome and delicate face looked like an expensive art exhibit, making Da Zhuang temporarily forget the terrifying atmosphere at the moment.
He stared at the young man's careful searching in a trance, only to see the young man withdraw his gaze from the corner and turn towards him.
Then he saw the young man's eyes clearly glance behind him, and his usually calm face was stunned for a moment.
Da Zhuang immediately became nervous, and his scalp was instantly replaced by numbness, "What, what happened?"
The young man looked away, "Nothing, there's nothing on this floor, let's go to the eighth floor."
Da Zhuang: “…”
How could it be nothing?!
That look in his eyes doesn't look like he sees nothing!
There must be something behind him!
But do I want to turn back
Da Zhuang swallowed nervously and a drop of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.
At this moment, the young man's calm voice reached his ears, "Don't look back."
Da Zhuang's cold sweat slowly dripped down his cheeks to his chin.
There is something behind it!
So is there a ghost following him
But people are so contradictory. The more someone tells him not to do something, the more curious he becomes about it.
The more Baili Xin prevented him from looking back, the more he wanted to know what was behind him.
He is a paranormal anchor, has watched many paranormal movies, and knows this taboo.
Da Zhuang finally took a deep breath and suppressed the heavy desire to turn back in his heart.
There's no turning back.
Looking back is courting death.
He doesn't want to die yet.
So there is no turning back.
Right, that is it.
"Brother Dazhuang." The red-haired man's trembling voice suddenly came from behind.
"Hey, I'm here!" Da Zhuang, upon hearing his companion's voice, instantly forgot all the warnings and turned away with a blank mind.
The next second, he felt a chill under his neck, and a feeling of pain and suffocation came from his neck.
Something grabbed hold of his neck and pulled him into the air.
His feet were already floating in the air, and Da Zhuang kicked around in panic, instinctively reaching out to grab the thing that was restraining his neck.
The moment his hand grasped that thing, Da Zhuang felt the roughness, thinness and dryness pricking his palm.
It feels a lot like hemp rope or something.
hemp rope
Didn’t a hemp rope appear on the fourth floor? !
In panic, he glanced left and right, and finally saw the thick and tight hemp rope above his head.
The hemp rope was put around his neck and began to tighten slowly, pulling Dazhuang upwards.
The feeling of suffocation and pain made Da Zhuang extremely miserable. He struggled to flip over like a suffocating fish. His vision became dark and blurry due to lack of oxygen, and the whites of his eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably.
It’s Xiao Ming.
It must be the young man who hanged himself.
It is taking my life. It wants to take me away. It wants to turn myself into a ghost to accompany it!
Just when Da Zhuang was falling into despair of death, he seemed to hear a sound of breaking air in a trance. The next second, he felt his neck loosen and his body fell straight down uncontrollably.
With a light cry, Da Zhuang subconsciously closed his eyes to protect his head.
However, the expected pain did not come. Dazhuang only felt a strong force supporting his back, and then he landed steadily on the ground.
He opened his eyes in confusion, but the scene before him shocked him greatly.
The young man took out a sickle from somewhere. The sickle was white all over and there was a layer of crystal clear light flashing on the outside.
The bright white light filled the surroundings and also enveloped the young man's body.
The corners of the young man's clothes fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound.
He held the sickle in one hand, turned it around and then let it stand on the ground. The young man raised his head with a cold expression, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his usually calm eyes.
Da Zhuang subconsciously followed Baili Xin's gaze and looked up, and saw a hemp rope broken into two pieces hanging from the beam above his head. The hemp rope seemed to have life, it slowly moved, and after the broken ends were put together, it became a complete loop in the blink of an eye.
Then the ring swayed twice in front of them, gradually became translucent, and finally disappeared completely under their noses.
Baili Xin then looked at Da Zhuang: "Are you okay?"
After a brief moment of confusion, Da Zhuang finally felt the reality of surviving a disaster. He quickly shook his head and said, "It's okay. Thank you."
His eyes fell uncontrollably on the fluorescent white sickle behind the young man, and Da Zhuang asked hesitantly: "Who are you? Uh, are you really a human? Are you a messenger from hell?"
He is a supernatural anchor and has dabbled in many derivative works of the supernatural and the like. In an instant, he linked Baili Xin to some kind of profession of the Black and White Impermanence.
The more he looked, the more he thought it looked like one!
How is it possible for ordinary humans to be so good-looking
And he is so brave and good at fighting
If this guy wasn't some ghost-catching soul-catcher, he would be eating the keyboard on live broadcast!
"Boss," Da Zhuang was no longer panicked after making sure he had found his big brother. He looked at Baili Xin excitedly, "You just reminded me not to look back, but I still looked back. This damn ghost actually imitated Red Hair's voice and lied to me. A ghost that does so many evil things must be subdued, right?! So when are you going to take action?"
Baili Xin gave Da Zhuang a meaningful look and just threw down a few words: "I can't beat you."
It is possible that we really cannot defeat him.
From the fourth floor he noticed that the hemp rope was following them.
At first, it just followed them not too far away, but as they moved forward, the hemp rope got closer and closer to them.
To be precise, the distance between me and Da Zhuang is getting closer and closer.
The target of the hemp rope is Da Zhuang.
Just when he turned around just now, he found that the hemp rope was tightly attached to Dazhuang's back, and even hung down from the ceiling more than four meters high, only a few millimeters away from the back of Dazhuang's head.
It was as if a circle had been opened, waiting for Da Zhuang to drill in.
As long as Da Zhuang turned his head, his neck would be instantly caught by the noose.
After Da Zhuang was lured and trapped by the voice of "Red Hair", he took out the sickle to save him, but the sickle failed to cut the hemp rope after several attempts. Finally, he used all his strength to swing it hard and finally split the hemp rope in two.
The hemp rope is not the culprit; the culprit is the mastermind who manipulates the hemp rope.
It’s not that the mastermind behind this is too powerful, but that my current power is limited.
This gap in the space is not very good.
S419m's voice rang in my mind: "Master Host, your current strength is only one ten-thousandth of that in the horror game." I have been analyzing the data of this space since I came in, and have temporarily obtained preliminary results.
Baili Xin: Tell me about it.
s419m: If I'm not mistaken in my calculations, this space should be the distorted space generated by the horror game when it continuously connects the horror planes.
The horror game hall forcibly connects many planes with it as the center. In the process of continuous connection, information overflow and space fluctuations will occur around the connection signal.
This gap space appeared under such circumstances.
It is like a mini horror game. If the horror game is a towering tree, then it is an inconspicuous grass next to the tree.
The grass is not as tall as the big tree, nor as strong as the big tree. It is because of its smallness that it was not discovered by the horror game and survived. If the external force is too strong, it will cause this world to collapse, which may be the reason for your sudden decrease in power. When pulling you in from the horror game, this world used some rules to compress your power so that your power would not threaten the stability of this world.
Of course, there may be another reason. That is to facilitate the control of the game. Too strong a force will derail the game.
Baili Xin looked around silently and thought, "No wonder I have felt something is wrong since I came to this world."
s419m: I have also locked on Zhou Guang and Li Cangshan. The three of you have been separated and they are now also facing the challenge of the game.
There is one more thing.
Baili Xin: What's the matter
s419m: I still don’t know what this little black-haired monster is trying to do.
Baili Xin: Got it, thank you. Please continue to help me keep an eye on Zhou Guang and Li Cangshan.
s419m: Okay, host.
Baili Xin raised his head and glanced upward.
Although the sickle just now did not completely destroy the "hemp rope", it should have deterred the opponent for a short period of time. It shrank into the darkness and never appeared again.
Baili Xin looked at Da Zhuang: "Can you still move?"
At this moment, Baili Xin seemed to be coated with a layer of gold in Dazhuang's eyes. As soon as Baili Xin opened his mouth, he immediately replied respectfully: "Yes!"
Baili Xin put away his sickle: "Then let's keep going."
Da Zhuang: “Okay!”
Eighth floor, top floor.
The moment they reached the eighth floor, a chill instantly blew into their sleeves and clothes.
The eighth floor is not completely capped.
At first, this building was haunted and people died frequently. In the end, even if the developer wanted to complete the construction, the construction team responsible for the project refused to do so.
After all, you can earn money again, but you only have one life.
The building has remained like this since the workers went on strike, a weird and unfinished design with half of it closed and half exposed.
Red bricks emerge from the cement joints, and steel bars crisscross left and right to form a hollow metal grid.
Baili Xin looked into the distance against the wind and finally got a rough idea of the city in the dark.
The pale moonlight hung overhead, and wandering clouds floated in the sky, half hiding the crescent moon behind the white clouds.
Below us is a sleepy city without many tall buildings, and it looks a bit like the architectural style of the 1920s.
The pace of this city doesn't seem to be very fast. It is now a little after three in the morning. Apart from the neon lights on some buildings still flashing and jumping, there are not many people on the streets.
After taking his eyes off the scenery below, he focused on the buildings on this floor.
The flashlight shone into the corner, and he vaguely saw an abrupt figure in the light.
It seemed to be a pair of shoes and a pair of trousers, which looked familiar. If he remembered correctly, it should belong to Mr. Haozi.
When he discovered that figure, Da Zhuang also saw it.
"Rat, it's a rat!" He shouted anxiously, but did not dare to move towards that place. He just looked at Baili Xin with a pleading look.
He was afraid, Baili Xin knew it.
Without saying anything more, Baili Xin walked towards the shadow.
Da Zhuang followed closely behind Baili Xin with a complicated look in his eyes, showing panic, worry and fear.
As they moved forward, the full figure soon appeared before them.
It's Mr. Mouse and Red Hair.
The two of them were thrown into the corner, Red Hair was further inside and Rat was further outside.
Two people were lying on the ground with their eyes closed, and it was unknown whether they were dead or alive.
Dazhuang bravely moved closer, put his hand to the tips of their noses to test it. After confirming that they were still alive, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground dejectedly.
The little monster that had been surrounding Baili Xin and observing the progress of the game said unhappily, "Congratulations, lucky guy, you successfully found your missing companion on the eighth floor."
"Hehehe, the first game has come to an end, the barrier has been opened, and players can now leave this building normally. As for the next game, I will appear when the next game starts~"
The body of the black-haired little monster began to slowly disappear in front of Baili Xin: "That's it, goodbye, Lucky."
Baili Xin: “.”
The word "lucky guy" is somewhat harsh.
At the same time as the little black-haired monster disappeared, Red Hair and Mr. Mouse, who had been in a coma, also woke up.
They slowly opened their eyes and looked around blankly.
Then the two of them seemed to remember something at the same time, and they screamed miserably in unison: "Ah!!! There's a ghost!! There's a ghost!!!"
Da Zhuang felt very guilty.
If it wasn't for helping me save face, they wouldn't have encountered this today.
Seeing his friend so scared, he hurried to comfort him seriously, and while comforting him, he silently made up his mind in his heart.
After learning from this incident, I will never engage in any supernatural adventure activities again.
The feeling of suffocation from having their necks bound still lingered in their bodies. It was already a great achievement for them to survive today.
He can't do this again in the future.
This place was very weird. After Mr. Mouse and Red Hair recovered, they didn't dare to stay there for long and fled from this horrible unfinished building in a hurry.
When walking out of the building from the first floor, Baili Xin stopped and turned his head to look at the building.
It was not until Da Zhuang started the car and called him that Baili Xin withdrew his gaze and walked into the car.
After getting in the car, Da Zhuang looked at his mobile phone first and found that the live broadcast on the phone had returned to normal.
The live broadcast was not interrupted, but the number of people in the live broadcast room changed from "-500" to "689".
Questions kept floating in the barrage in the live broadcast room.
What's going on? The screen was black just now.
That's right, wasn't the anchor walking around just now? Why is he in the car now
Didn't the ghost take Mr. Mouse away? Why did Mr. Mouse appear again? Well, it really was a script, they all came out after get off work.
What a waste of time! I thought I was actually going to witness the birth of a goblin. Now, isn't this a real leak
What are you thinking about? There are no ghosts in the first place. How could there be ghosts in this world
If it were in the past, Da Zhuang would have started to criticize so many people in the comments long ago.
But today he felt unusually familiar with it. After experiencing the barrage of comments from ghosts and monsters, he was happy to see the barrage of comments from humans even if they were scolding him!
Woo woo woo, God, I finally left this damn place.
I really envy you for having a pair of eyes that have never seen ghosts.
If you really see it one day, you won’t be making sarcastic remarks here.
What a happy audience.
Da Zhuang quickly ended the live broadcast, started the car, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and drove away.
Goodbye, I will never come to this damn place again!
s419m: Host, what were you looking back at just now
When the car started, Baili Xin looked through the glass at the gradually disappearing unfinished building, and said slowly: I always feel that things are not over yet, and I may come back to this place again.
s419m:…
No more! I'm scared! :,,