At the moment when he opened the door, Xiao Lan seemed to see a pair of pale legs in red high heels flashing across the air, but disappeared without a trace in the next instant.
He frowned slightly and looked at Luo.
Luo nodded at him, indicating that he had seen it too.
The players behind didn't notice this, and walked towards the office one by one.
After entering this office.
Xiao Lan found that this was the most normal office he had seen so far. There was only one workstation in it. The things were stacked neatly. There were decorations on the tabletops, and there was still a faint smell of fragrance in the air. There are green plants in the corners and windows. Although they have withered because of no one to take care of them for a long time, they should have been lush.
Hu Zhai saw the truth by instinct, and he couldn't help but get excited: "This is a girl's room! It must be a beautiful girl who loves to be so clean!"
Although I don’t know whether it’s beautiful or not, Xiao Lan also thinks that the previous owner of this room is probably a woman. After all, there are relatively few men who use floral and little yellow duck pillows. The layout of the entire office also reveals a feminine touch. Exquisite and delicate.
However, if there is only one workstation, does it mean that all art-related work is done by one person
Xiao Lan thought about the awkward expressions of the players who wanted to be assigned to the art, and suddenly developed a feeling of admiration for this young art sister who had never met.
This is a true all-round art boss.
The players started to find clues in this room separately.
Hu Zhai went to the window, Mu Yang walked to the computer, Cheng Wenyi was still obsessed with running cats and his own handsomeness.
Xiao Lan and Luo walked to the bookcase next to them, and dust had accumulated on this bookcase. He took a look at the titles of the books above. Most of them are collections of paintings. The most important ones are the mythology of ghosts and monsters, and there are some miscellaneous notes about the ghosts and ghosts, which are basically some information.
However, there are not many related to "Hidden". The information placed here should be just ordinary materials.
When he was about to leave, Luo noticed a small green bottle like a perfume bottle in the corner of the top floor. He reached out and handed it to Xiao Lan: "Here is a prop."
【Name: Green Spray】
[Ability: Make suspicion between collaborators, duration 2 minutes]
[Explanation: Wife, I'm back... here... what are you doing? ! 】
Xiao Lan: "..."
There seems to be a wonderful story behind the props that are so heart-warming.
But if it happens again that a group of ghosts are chased by a group of ghosts, this item should be very useful, and they don't need to move things to get in the way.
He shook the bottle, there was still a lot of liquid in it, at least it could be used several times.
Xiao Lan put away the props, and the others didn't say anything about it.
According to the default potential rules of the players, the props generally found belong to whom, and if you do not want to conflict with the opponent, you should not object to the ownership, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation.
At this time, Hu Zhai found a photo frame and a bottle by the window. He greeted the other players: "Let's take a look. This seems to be an art photo."
The players walked over.
They looked at the photo frame first. The photo showed a woman in a red dress. She has long black hair, a very good figure, and her appearance is of gorgeous and exquisite appearance. She was leaning on a man and smiling at the camera. The man held an umbrella in one hand and embraced her in the other. It was obvious that they were a couple.
Hu Zhai couldn't help saying: "It's so beautiful... It's a shame to be so beautiful..."
Suddenly he realized that something was wrong. If he said this to the female ghost, he was likely to be considered by the other party as intending to get married. It was very easy to be remembered. Just hearing that he knew that several people were so offended in the game. Ghostly.
Why didn't you hold it back for a while, no matter how beautiful it is, it is also an NPC, and it is still a long dead NPC!
Hu Zhai quickly covered his mouth, his face full of regret.
"Don't be nervous, she shouldn't come to you." Cheng Wenyi sounded a little arrogant, lazy voice, he walked over unhurriedly, pointed his finger at the man in the photo, "Did you see this dress? There are not a few high-definition shots made by well-known masters in a year."
Pointing to the umbrella in the man's hand again: "This is the built-in umbrella in the Rolls-Royce car. One is about 100,000 yuan."
"Look at him again." Then the text gestured with his fingertips to the man's good looks and figure, and looked at Hu Zhai, who was full and full of flexibility, with respect and respect: "So, you are safe."
Hu Zhai: "..."
Although Cheng Wenyi didn't say anything to belittle him, why did he feel that his knee hurts? Moreover, the lives of you rich people are really hard to understand.
Hu Zhai couldn't help asking: "Why is there a built-in umbrella in the car? Can't you prepare it yourself?"
Cheng Wenyi seemed a little puzzled: "The separately prepared one does not ride with the car, and it is the driver's job."
Commoners: "..."
Ah, is there such a thing
Mu Yang whispered: "Brother Cheng, you are just showing off your wealth."
Written One: "..."
He took a deep breath and maintained his demeanor: "Add two more essays."
Shirley shook her big furry tail: "Miu~"
Mu Yang: "..."
The punk boy may be the one who has suffered the most in this game.
"Then... What about this one?" Hu Zhai pointed to the bottle next to him. He didn't want to be entangled with the heart-wrenching topic of Miss Art Sister's Gao Fushuai boyfriend, so he quickly changed the subject.
The bottle that Hu Zhai is pointing to is exquisite in shape, the pattern on it is delicate and lifelike, and the liquid inside is gem-like red.
Luo reached out and picked up the bottle that was not as big as a palm, checked the appearance, then opened the lid and smelled it: "This is a bottle of perfume. From the appearance and workmanship, it should be a customized version."
He turned over the bottom of the perfume bottle: "There is a date on it. It may be the birthday of the artist, or the anniversary of the two of them."
Hu Zhai was surprised: "Can you see this too?"
Luo maintained an elegant and decent smile: “It’s okay to watch too much. After all, the workmanship of the customized version is very different from the mass product.”
Hu Zhai: "..."
What happened to the feeling of being hit by invisible pretense again
Are current players so rich? Did he invisibly lower the average income level of players... Hu Zhai fell into deep self-doubt for a while.
Seeing that the terrifying monster finally moved away from Xiao Lan, Shirley's big blue eyes were bright, and she couldn't help sticking out her little furry paws, trying to touch Xiao Lan with her soft pink flesh pad. Arm.
Closer, closer, almost a little bit...
Luo suddenly turned his head, his sharp eyes swept in the direction of Shirley.
"Miwu..." Shirley, who was found by the big monster, awkwardly retracted her claws, and went back to Cheng Wenyi's arms.
Seeing that the pretender next to his owner finally retreated, Luo Cai finally retracted his gaze with satisfaction.
Feeling Luo's gaze, Cheng Wenyi's eyes were cool-this guy is actually provoking him!
It is tolerable, which is unbearable!
—
After seeing the photo frame and perfume, the players continued to find them separately.
Shortly after.
Mu Yang, who was searching for clues in the computer, had clues. He pushed his chair back, pointed to a picture on the screen and said, "This should be a draft for Yin. Judging from the file name and time, it is the final draft."
There are a bunch of pictures in the folder, named setting-1, setting-2...final, final-1, final-2...
The name of the opened one has reached the final final -23, which shows frequent revisions during the game production process.
On the screen, this is a blue-gray translucent object, similar in shape to a person, but the whole body is unnaturally swollen, like a floating corpse, the head has swelled to two or three times the size of a normal person, and some parts have even been ulcerated. , Looks weird and disgusting.
And starting from the waist, its body gradually faded, and when it was close to the feet, it was already a piece of nothingness.
The picture also has clear three views and detailed pictures, so that even players who do not understand game production can clearly understand what it looks like.
Hu Zhai took a deep breath: "Hi...Is this hidden? It looks so real..."
Mu Yang's face was poking the mouse badly: "It's useless to know what the hidden looks like, we can't see him again."
Hu Zhai realized this too, and felt a little mournful: "It's also..."
Xiao Lan pondered: "Since this clue can be found, there will be opportunities to see the hidden in the future."
Mu Yang: "You mean the way to seal it?"
Xiao Lan nodded: "If you don't know what Yin looks like, how can we ensure that it is really sealed?"
Also, if you waste a long time and finally seal the wrong one, wouldn't all the members have to pass through the center of the earth
"Zi-ZiZi-ZiZiZi-"
A strange sound rang from the corner of the office.
The players turned their heads to look around, and saw that the printer that had been quietly sitting in the corner automatically turned on. You must know that now the players are all gathered next to the computer, and there is no one at the printer.
Under the eyes of the players, a piece of paper slowly came out of the paper exit with the sound of "zizi" printing.
A gust of wind from an unknown source blew the piece of paper directly from the paper outlet, floating in front of the players all the way.
On the paper is a black-and-white face, with long hair, messy and lacking trimming, his face is very thin, with big dark circles, and it looks like an over-bursting liver.
As if the printing effect was not good, the face was covered with large black marks, both like dried blood stains and torn wounds.
There was a hideous expression on that withered face, and he was staring at the front, staring at the players.
The classic part of the horror story-the face of the printer.
Hu Zhai couldn't help taking a step back. Although he had experienced many games, he was still not audacious. Every time he faced these scenes, he was still a little vacant.
Mu Yang also moved a step quietly, moving his body behind Writ One, even if he was a rebellious punk boy, he would still be counseled when encountering a supernatural incident.
When Cheng Wen glanced at him, his eyes were a little disgusting, but he didn't push him away.
The players were silent for a while.
Upon seeing this, the printer became more unscrupulous.
"Zi-ZiZi-ZiZiZi-"
One after another, identical faces came out of the printer.
The only difference is that the grimace above is getting bigger and bigger, as if a malicious ghost is approaching the paper and is about to leave the paper.
The paper is flying in the office with the wind from nowhere.
A piece of paper just flew to Xiao Lan's feet, and the moment he met Xiao Lan, a smile slowly appeared on that face.
The smile sullenly, as if hiding great malice.
Luo next to him raised his brows and raised his feet with a smile—
He stepped heavily on this face and stepped back on his expanding smile.
When Luo's shoes left the paper, the hideous grimace was already a bit funny because of a footprint that took up half of his face.
Grimace: "..."
"Printer, I should remember how to repair it." Xiao Lan said softly, and walked in the direction of the printer.
He used to do office-related work, and because he was an intern, he was in touch with some chores, and sometimes he was asked to repair printers and the like.
Although the job didn't last long, it was cold because of the usury that came to the house to make trouble.
Facing the flying paper, Xiao Lan walked all the way to the printer.
He directly stretched out his hand to open the lid of the printer, but the printer seemed to be protected by an unknown force. The lid was so tight that it couldn't be opened for a while.
But vigorously works miracles.
"Crack—" With Xiao Lan's efforts, the lid of the printer was lifted up completely, just getting up a bit too far and it detached directly from the main body.
Xiao Lan threw away the lid in her hand and found the ink cartridge of the printer accurately. The unknown force tried to struggle, but it seemed very pitiful, weak and helpless.
"Crack—" The ink cartridge was also snapped off by Xiao Lan abruptly.
Then, the guy ruthlessly threw out all the paper in the machine.
Then Xiao Lan stood aside with arms folded, looking at the printer coolly, her eyes seemed to say: "If you have the ability, you continue to print."
Unfortunately, no poverty value was gained.
But I want to know that Yin probably doesn't care about anything in this scene, after all, it dares to kill even its own creator.
The onlookers watched the whole process of Mu Yang & Hu Zhai: This man is so ruthless, and he has no respect for the classic horror section.
As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.
It is difficult for Qiaogui to print without ink or paper.
It seemed that he was irritated by Xiao Lan's actions, and the wind in the air became frantic, and a not-so-high shadow slowly crawled out of the printer, his eyes staring at Xiao Lan fiercely, as if he was trying to tear him. Fragmented.
Xiao Lan took out [Dalit's Bone] to prepare for the battle.
At this moment, a slender and well-proportioned leg wearing red high-heeled shoes swept across the air, and the eight-centimeter stiletto heel kicked straight on the ghost face that appeared.
"Oh—" the male ghost let out a sharp scream.
Looks like it hurts for him.
Xiao Lan's movements stagnated, what's the situation
The owner of the red high heels finally appeared slowly, with a red dress, black hair, and gorgeous appearance, but with a deep scar on his neck—a ghost of fine art.
She was dressed in red, and her body was exuding black mist, as if resentment had materialized.
Miss Art Sister turned a blind eye to the players present, the blood-colored whip appeared from her hand, and it was a violent beating at the male ghost who crawled out of the printer.
"Snapped-"
"Snapped-"
The sound of breaking air reverberated in the office.
The harshness of the art's shots made the onlookers silent, and they screamed that they regretted being a ghost.
"This, this, this... What's the situation?" Hu Zhai was stunned by the brutal behavior of the beautiful young lady.
Cheng Wenyi stretched out his hand and scratched Shirley's head: "I guess the one who was beaten was the plan."
The planning is the guy who fantasizes about art all day and likes himself, but also makes random changes and requires people to repeatedly modify overtime, and toss them out, which leads to the death of the young lady's sister.
Hu Zhai's voice trembled: "Is the war between planning and art so bloody?"
Mu Yang poked his head out from behind Chengwen: "Think about it, if you manage to get through a demanding boss, a nasty colleague, and a bald job. You can immediately marry Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life. I have been working as an overtime dog day and night-as a result, I was killed by a ghost made by this guy, and I said you were out of breath."
Hu Zhai thought for a while—
I'm so angry, I want to beat him to death.