App allows them to replace the identity of NPCs, and naturally allows them to inherit the property of NPCs.
The Lu Xuemin that Bai Yan replaced was from a wealthy family, so there was quite a lot of money in the account.
Ye Shangyu found the permanent users of 'Night Talk' through out-and-out criminal behavior, and they are all students of Blue Sky College. Bai Yan contacted a group of people, and it was not until the afternoon that he finally checked all the posts on the first three pages.
"Just checking the first three pages is enough. This kind of forum usually doesn't have much traffic. After three pages, there are posts from a month ago. In recent days, no one cares about it." Ye Shangyu said: "The result?"
"No, the stories in all the posts are not related to the archives, and there is not a single story about quilts in it." Bai Yan replied.
"In this way, someone may have clicked on the post before our investigation." Luo Xing pondered: "Everyone who reads the story will become the protagonist of the strange story, and the post may disappear during the progress of the strange story, until the protagonist dies, or this The post will reappear only after the strange talk is over, looking for the next person to read the story."
"Then we have to wait, but this is also good." Ye Shangyu closed the notebook: "It is better for them to die than ours."
…
Blue Sky Academy.
Inside the boys' dormitory.
At 8:30 in the morning, Du Han saw a new post on 'Ghost Story Night Talk', and immediately attracted his attention.
Du Han is a fan of supernatural events. Apart from reading horror novels and playing horror games, he often visits the supernatural forums at school.
There are a lot of strange talks written in the forum, but unfortunately there are not many people in the forum, and it often takes a long time for someone to post a new post.
Du Han used to take a look in the forum every day, this day he entered the forum habitually as soon as he had nothing to do in the morning, and saw a new post by accident.
"Finally someone posted a new post, let me see what the story is."
Du Han entered the post and began to read it with relish.
After reading the two stories, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.
He has read countless horror novels, but he has to admit that this story is the best one he has ever read.
The length of the story is not long, but it is extremely substituting. In the short length, Du Han completely felt that he was the protagonist, and he was also killed by a ghost, and his hands and feet were frightened.
"It's rare, the last time I felt this way was when I stayed up all night reading horror novels in my third year of high school." Du Han still had a lingering fear on his face, but the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily, looking very comfortable.
The story is indeed scary, but he enjoys the feeling of heartbeat.
It has to be said that the scarier the story is, the more exciting it is for him. This kind of experience of surviving after a catastrophe makes him want to stop, it makes him feel so good to be alive, and even the ordinary and boring life becomes precious and not so boring.
Turning off the cell phone, Du Han leaned against the wall and thought about it, savoring the feeling that made his soul tremble.
But it didn't take long for him to recollect it, and his roommate's yelling interrupted his recollection, which made him extremely unhappy.
"Holy shit, Lao Han, hurry up and go to the forum, our school is dead! It's a girl, and some students posted photos on the forum!"
"What? Someone died in the school?"
Du Han's spirit lifted, and the unhappiness disappeared immediately.
Novels can be read at any time, but this kind of big news cannot be encountered all the time.
Everyone has the heart to gossip, although the one who died was a classmate from the same school as him, but as long as he was not someone he knew, Du Han would not feel sad.
Du Han turned on his phone and entered the post where his roommate pointed the way.
The content in the post was an eye-opener for him, and he couldn't help shouting with his roommates.
"Damn! It turned out to be true, Deng Fei, you are really good at it, how did you find out?"
Du Han looked at the picture and felt shuddering through the screen. The girl in the picture had only one head left, her lower body was missing, and the cotton in the quilt was soaked in blood.
Thinking of a murderer sneaking into the school, he felt a little creepy.
"You don't know, this is going crazy in our class group, and now everyone in the school is discussing it." Deng Fei flicked the screen and said: "The one who posted the photo is a girl from our school, she is in At the scene of the murder, the girls were terrified in the dormitory. By the way, I have to save the picture quickly, or the post will be deleted by the administrator in a while, you know."
Deng Fei didn't think it was a big deal and posted the picture on the social networking site, and it was still forwarded everywhere.
Du Han didn't have this kind of interest in attracting people's attention. He looked at the bloody picture and slowly became stunned.
The girl's eyes were full of horror, as if she saw something that frightened her. Du Han felt very uncomfortable looking at the girl's only head, and, slowly, the feeling he had just read the horror story surged up again, making him feel suffocated and almost forgot to breathe.
But this time, he couldn't laugh.
He suddenly thought of a terrible thing.
"Deng Fei, let me tell you something." Du Han said a little uneasy: "I just read a strange story, and the first story was written as a quilt. In the story, a girl was drying the quilt outside. A ghost got inside, and at night, the ghost ate the girl, this story can't be true, can it?"
"Ghost stories come true?" Deng Fei laughed: "How is it possible, Lao Han, have you read too many ghost stories?"
"Too."
The protagonist in the story died slightly differently from the girl in the photo, but not exactly the same. Besides, there is another story under the post, which has nothing to do with the dead girl. Maybe he really thought too much.
He, Du Han, has read horror novels for so many years, but he has never seen a ghost. Perhaps ghosts and ghosts are all nonsense and do not exist in reality.
Du Han shook his head and laughed at himself for thinking too much, but there was still a trace of doubt in his heart.
He raised his head, looked at Deng Fei from the corner of his eye, and tentatively asked: "Deng Fei, do you still remember the meal I brought you the day before yesterday?"
"Huh? Why are you asking this?...Is it tomato egg noodles?"
"!"
Du Han's face turned green, he clearly remembered that what he brought to Deng Fei that day was a chicken bowl with rice!
It's rare that everything written in his story is true, this Deng Fei is fake, he is actually a ghost!
The heating quality of Blue Sky Academy is not good, especially today, Du Han feels extremely cold.
While Deng Fei was busy with his forwarding plan, Du Han, wearing pajamas, ran to the door lightly, holding the doorknob with his hand, ready to rush out at any time.
But when it came time to go out, Du Han hesitated. It was too cold to go out in pajamas, so he decided to give Deng Fei another chance.
So, with a stern face, he asked Deng Fei bluntly: "What is your favorite snack? Tell me!"
"...Old Han, have you taken the gunpowder?" Deng Fei put down his repost and looked at Du Han hesitantly: "I like beef jerky the most, what's the matter? Uh... specifically asked me what I like to eat , you are not interested in me, are you?"
Deng Fei rubbed his goose bumps with aversion to cold.
"Fuck, you didn't say it earlier! I'm scared to death! Who else is interested in you? You have no breasts and buttocks!" Du Han burst into a swear word, and said angrily: "Who told you that you don't even eat anything the day before yesterday? Remember!"
"Nonsense, who the hell remembers what I ate the day before yesterday? I can't even remember what I ate last night!" Deng Fei scolded: "Old Han, what happened to you today, I feel something is wrong with you."
Facing Deng Fei's concerned question, Du Han couldn't help but blush, he was really embarrassed to say what he did just now.
However, he questioned his roommate harshly just now, and he feels sorry if he doesn't give an explanation now.
After hesitating for a long time, Du Han gritted his teeth and explained embarrassingly: "I just read a horror story, just under the quilt story, I think that girl died, not to mention that the stories in this post are all true .There is also a story that there is an extra person in the dormitory, I suspect that you are a ghost pretending to be!"
"Hahaha, Laohan didn't expect you to be so timid, even afraid of ghost stories!" Deng Fei laughed: "Don't think about it, there are only two of us in the dormitory, and everyone else has gone home. Remember, except you Brother Fei, if there are too many people in the dormitory, everyone is a ghost, if Brother Fei is covering you, you are afraid of a ball!"
Deng Fei's ridicule made Du Han want to get into the cracks in the ground, but the embarrassment was embarrassment, but the fear that had been lingering in his heart was gone.
Du Han heaved a sigh of relief, it was the first time he realized that fear could be so frightening.
The death of the girl at the school shocked the students. Du Han and the students who stayed at the school have been paying attention to the progress of the matter all day.
The deceased's roommate, Mo Kaka, was taken into the police station, and was taken home by his parents because of mental stimulation. The school leaders also kept secret about this matter and did not give an explanation for a long time.
Anyway, the vacation was boring, so Du Han and Deng Fei simply scolded the school leaders for concealing the truth on the Internet, being an irresponsible keyboard man, and upholding justice on the Internet.
After wasting a day on the Internet, Sun Yulan's case didn't make much progress.
Deng Fei kept typing on the phone, and his hands became numb when he pressed it. After paying attention to it for a day, his enthusiasm also faded a little.
So before the lights were turned off, he washed and rested lazily. Soon, Du Han also yawned and got out of bed to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
Soon, he fell asleep.
…
"Creak creak—"
"Creak creak creak—"
In his sleep, Du Han heard a frightening sound of grinding his teeth, and broke out in a cold sweat.
In his dream, he dreamed that a female ghost in red was chasing and killing him non-stop.
He fled crazily in his dream, but the female ghost chased after him, getting closer and closer to him.
In desperation, Du Han saw the anti-theft door at home and was overjoyed. He took out the key to open the door, got in, and hid in his room.
However, the female ghost soon caught up and blocked him in the door.
Du Han gritted his teeth and wanted to escape by jumping out of the window, but he was horrified to find that the door and window suddenly disappeared!
He has nowhere to run now!
Unable to escape, he hid in the corner of the room and shivered. The female ghost approached him step by step with a grin, and quickly pinned him to the ground with her mouth creaking.
Du Han was already a little awake at this time, he struggled desperately, desperately trying to push the female ghost away, but he couldn't even move a finger, and felt that his body was not his own.
Slowly, Du Han opened his eyes. He looked at the pitch-black board, still in shock. He already understood that it was just a dream.
However, he still couldn't move.
Ghost press!
This word suddenly came to Du Han's mind.
"Creak creak—"
"Creak creak—"
Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of grinding teeth under Du Han's feet.
Du Han suddenly fell into an ice cave. He remembered that the female ghost in the dream was also grinding her teeth, and her teeth grinding sound was exactly the same as this one!
Could it be that the female ghost in the dream appeared!
Du Han was so frightened that his teeth chattered, he got up and wanted to escape, but now he was still in the state of being pressed by ghosts, and it was difficult to even turn his head.
Du Han's heart was full of despair, but after a while, he had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered that he was afraid of a fart, isn't Lao Qin under his feet!
Lao Qin doesn't sleep well, and has always had a bad habit of grinding his teeth. After listening to it for two years, they are all used to it, and sometimes they are not used to hearing it.
Du Han's tension eased a little, but his back was still stiff. Reason told him that this was Lao Qin, but just after such a terrible dream, he couldn't help substituting Lao Qin into the female ghost, even though he knew in his heart that the female ghost grinding his teeth in his dream should be Lao Qin grinding his teeth again due to illness up.
After a while, Du Han was finally able to move. He lifted the two quilts covering his body, and probably knew why he was so oppressed in the dream.
At this time, there was still the sound of grinding teeth under his feet.
Du Han felt unwell, panicked in his heart, and wanted to wake up Lao Qin and tell him not to grind.
But when he heard Deng Fei's snoring, he stopped again. Deng Fei has cat ears and is very sensitive to human voices, and it is difficult to fall back asleep once he is woken up. He told Lao Qin not to worry, if Deng Fei was woken up, this guy would have to fight him desperately.
Du Han sighed, leaning his back against the wall, took out his mobile phone and swiped for a while, but still felt that Lao Qin's teeth grinding was too penetrating.
Playing until two o'clock in the morning, the sky outside was as dark as ink, and it was still long before dawn.
At this time, Du Han finally felt a little sleepy, and the shadow of the ghost in red was gone. Most importantly, Lao Qin finally stopped grinding his teeth, and the dormitory became quiet again.
Du Han planned to lie down and continue to sleep, but a burst of urination hit him, which made him toss and turn, unable to fall asleep.
Du Han took the phone to shine the light, and went into the toilet to pee.
After the sound of splashing water, Du Han felt extremely refreshed, and felt that he would be able to sleep until dawn when he returned home.
While flushing, he heard footsteps outside the door, so he whispered through the toilet door: "Old Qin, are you going to the toilet too?"
"..."
There was no answer from outside the door.
Du Han didn't care either, he knew that Lao Qin also knew about Deng Fei's stink, and he didn't want to wake him up and make a fuss.
He put on his pants indifferently, and raised his hand to open the door, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob, Du Han froze.
A chill crawled up his neck from his tailbone, and he suddenly remembered Deng Fei's words during the day.
"No, Deng Fei and I are the only ones in the dormitory! Where did Lao Qin come from?"
"Didn't he go home!"
"...Why? How could I have forgotten!"
Du Han's face immediately turned extremely pale. He remembered the post he had read during the day. In the post, the first one was a ghost crawling into the quilt, and the second one was a ghost disguised as the protagonist's roommate who killed someone.
"That post is true!"
At this moment, Du Han was absolutely certain that the old Qin outside the door was a ghost! The protagonist in the story also forgot to lose a piece of memory, that 'Old Qin' must have tampered with his memory, otherwise he wouldn't just remember it now!
That being said, the grinding of teeth just now...
Thinking of the female ghost grinding teeth in the dream, Du Han's legs gave way and he almost fell to the ground.
Du Han plucked up his courage and shined the fluorescent light of his mobile phone on the toilet glass, only to be horrified to find a fuzzy figure sticking to the glass.
Du Han was so frightened that he shivered and crawled away from the door, hiding in the corner of the toilet, not daring to move.
clatter—
clatter—
The sound of flushing water suddenly came from upstairs, which startled Du Han.
Looking at the door again, the group of figures has been sticking to the glass, showing no intention of leaving.
Du Han gritted his teeth, thinking he couldn't do this. He was afraid that "Old Qin" would rush in, so he gently picked up the iron dustpan placed in the corner, and if the ghost dared to come in, he would give it a blow with the dustpan.
Du Han squatted in the toilet for a long time, and his feet became numb.
In the cold winter night, he was shivering with cold in his thin drowsiness. Du Han suspected that he would freeze to death if he stayed like this, but he didn't dare to go out because 'Old Qin' was still standing at the door. If he went out, he would definitely be caught.
"What should I do? What should I do? Why is it still dark!" Du Han prayed in his heart, and he even wanted to call for help, waking up Deng Fei to save himself.
However, the distant water cannot save the nearby fire, and he was afraid that before Deng Fei could save him, 'Old Qin' would rush into the toilet when he heard the noise.
Fearing, Du Han didn't dare to do anything, he could only squat in the corner, waiting for the dawn that was still far away.
"..."
what time is it
I don't know how long I squatted, tired and cold, Du Han shivered with his arms folded, completely forgetting the time.
He looked down at the time on his phone, it was only 4 o'clock, and it was still early before dawn.
He cursed secretly, turned off his phone and continued to squat. He stared at the glass vigilantly, but was shocked to find that the figure above had disappeared!
The ghost is finally gone
Du Han couldn't believe it, he knew the tricks of horror movies, but he still wanted to go out very much.
Because he was already so cold that if he didn't go out again, his fever would be mild, and it might turn into pneumonia.
He wiped his nose, put his phone on the window sill, and walked to the door with a dustpan in his hand.
He looked carefully through the glass, but found no one outside.
It should be gone, right
Du Han raised his heart to his throat, and opened the door. Fortunately, the ghost was not guarding the door, and it seemed to have already left.
Huh, the rest of my life.
Du Han's heart fell into his stomach. He slightly relaxed his hand holding the dustpan, and walked towards the sink, intending to put the dustpan down and clean up these things tomorrow.
Du Han put the dustpan on the sink, took a breath and turned around to leave.
However, as soon as he turned around, he felt someone pat him on the shoulder.
A chill hit.
Du Han turned his head stiffly, but what he saw was...