Saying goodbye to Qi Ning temporarily, Xiao Lan and the two moved towards the room location indicated by the housekeeper before.
Because it is a private residence, although there are many rooms in Mingyuekan, it does not have a room number like a hotel.
At the same time, I don't know if it is the crow's personal hobby. All the doors are exactly the same, and they look very neat.
Arrived at the location of the room.
The butler probably thought that the two came together, so their room was arranged very close, just next door.
The room is clean and tidy, with a retro feel of the Republic of China period.
Crow did not modify the interior decoration a lot, only repaired the damaged parts, and installed modern furniture, and tried to maintain the same style as the house.
I have to say that this is really a very tasteful place.
If... it's not rumored to be haunted.
Xiao Lan and Luo entered their rooms separately.
Xiao Lan checked the furnishings in the room.
It looks like a high-end guest room, with a separate bathroom, except for the bookcase that occupies a whole wall.
This bookcase is on the wall near the door, and you can only see it when you enter the room.
The bookcase is filled with all kinds of horror novels that fit the identity of the owner, from different authors, with different ages and themes.
Xiao Lan also found Crow's book in it.
The Crow is worthy of being a well-known horror writer, and his books alone occupy a whole row on the bookshelf, and they are in the most conspicuous position, almost level with the line of sight.
With this amazing output, it seems that the crow teacher is not only fast in writing, but also very secure.
No wonder it can accumulate such popularity.
It's completely different from the guy who stops to play mahjong and makes readers feel resentful or even want to send blades.
Xiao Lan flipped through Crow's book at random.
The contents of these novels are all weird and weird. He seems to like to describe the pictures of people dying miserably under the teasing of ghosts. The vivid and delicate brushstrokes allow people who have read them to restore these pictures in their minds.
Crow also likes to use the Blizzard Mountain Villa model, many of which describe the process of a group of people coming to a closed environment and then dying separately.
This reminded Xiao Lan of the players who played book fans. They were also gathered in a big house for a common goal.
After reading these novels roughly, Xiao Lan found that none of the Crow's stories had a happy ending.
The characters in his story basically end with annihilation after experiencing panic and pain. Even if there are those who survive, they are either crazy, possessed, or controlled to become ghost-like existences.
Xiao Lan closed the book and looked at the row of horror novels in front of him, feeling that they could also be named "the protagonist's thousand ways to die."
Specially called book fans, haunted private houses, novels that record ghosts and various methods of death...
It always feels like players are coming to an appointment with no return.
Speaking of it, Xiao Lan didn't seem to find the return ticket in her luggage.
Is this the self-cultivation of chives
Knowing that the invitation letter he received may be problematic, but out of his fanatical love for Teacher Crow, he is still willing to give it away.
If this is not love...
Leaving the bookcase, Xiao Lan found a hardcover book on the desk in her room.
The books are leather, the binding is exquisite, and the workmanship is also very good.
But there is no text on the cover of the book, only a ring pattern like a clock.
The pattern is very delicate, the Art Nouveau style popular in the 1820s, full of curvilinear decorative beauty.
However, this is not a clock, there are thirteen grids on the ring, and there are no numbers that represent time.
Xiao Lan whispered softly, "What does this represent?"
When I opened the book, it was still blank.
Compared to books, this thing seems more like a sketchbook for painting.
It's just very luxurious.
"Sir." At this time, Luo walked into the room.
Xiao Lan asked: "What's the gain?"
Luo showed him the book that looked exactly the same in his hand.
Xiao Lan compared their books: "It looks like this is something everyone has, and it probably has something to do with customs clearance."
Luo went on to say: "I have read all the books on the shelf, and among them, the method of death described by the crow is the most interesting."
Xiao Lan is no longer surprised at Luo's reading speed.
As long as he wants to, he can flip through a book in an instant. The usual way of turning pages slowly is just a leisure way for him.
Xiao Lan said: "I hope that these methods of death will not be tested on us."
Luo: "But the probability is really high."
Xiao Lan is confident: "... If a person has no dreams, what is the difference from a salted fish."
Luo kept a smile: "It's fine if you are happy."
According to the relationship between the high-level players that Qi Ning mentioned before, Xiao Lan had no intention of visiting the same players.
Originally, the players started their own business from the intermediate field, and in the high-level field, players also killed each other. If the expectation of mid-level players for other players is not to cause trouble for me, then the high-level players are probably on guard against each other.
The possibility of cooperation is extremely low, let alone the possibility of not encountering love to kill, even if it is good luck.
Seeing that there was nothing to explore in the room, Xiao Lan's attention turned back to the blank book.
Anyway, being idle is also being idle, why don't you study it
Book:…
It feels a little bit cold.
Then Xiao Lan picked up the flowers in the vase on the table and tentatively dropped a drop of water on the blank page of the book.
The water droplets seemed to be dripping on the waterproof surface, only a drop of water condensed into a drop of water, without the slightest intention of penetrating in. Xiao Lan dusted the pages of the book casually, and the water droplets on it dripped to one side.
Tried ink and the result was the same.
Xiao Lan: "It seems that this book is not written by players."
He tried to tear it again carefully, still motionless.
The lighter, the book did not respond.
Boiling water, the book is still strong.
Xiao Lan relaxed: "It seems that this is an item that is difficult to destroy, but I don't worry about it accidentally being damaged."
Since it's not a fragile thing, you can get rid of your arms when fighting.
Luo still kept smiling, but he felt that his husband was just boring.
Book:…
You are relieved! But I'm not happy at all! !
Can you please respect the key items, this player! ! !
—
Dinner was delivered to each room by the butler.
After the meal, the two of them wandered around the Mingyue Pavilion again. There was really nothing wrong with the Mingyue Pavilion. The current Mingyue Pavilion looked like a beautiful and unique ordinary building.
They can even go out and stroll around, they are incredibly free.
There is no such thing as a "don't want to leave when you come in" posture in other game fields.
However, the surrounding residents did not provide any more detailed information than on the account.
After dark, they returned to the Mingyue Pavilion.
After all, game clearance is the most important thing. The danger is definitely in the Narutokan, but the method of clearance is also here.
Walking outside all the time can probably avoid danger, but it also isolates you from customs clearance.
Xiao Lan ran early to wash and prepare for bed.
Regardless of whether the danger comes tomorrow or in the middle of the night, taking a good rest tonight is the most practical way.
As soon as Xiao Lan opened the bathroom door, she saw a black cat lying on his pillow.
I don't know how I slipped over, and I didn't mean to leave.
Xiao Lan: "..."
He hasn't slept with Luo since he kissed Luo.
Suddenly, he was still a little embarrassed even in cat form!
Luo seemed unaware: "Sir, come and rest, I will watch the night."
Xiao Lan calmed down on the surface and lay down on the bed.
After turning off the light, he closed his eyes directly and forced himself to clear up the mess of thoughts in his mind.
At this time, Luo's voice whispered in his ears: "Are you nervous, sir?"
Xiao Lan: "..."
Can you stop telling the truth
Luo smiled softly: "Don't think too much, I won't do anything, everything in the game is based on your safety."
But he seemed to have done it deliberately. The low laughter sounded in his ears, making Xiao Lan feel that her ears were slightly itchy, and her ears were a little hot.
Xiao Lan said that she didn't want to talk, and covered the black cat with another pillow on the bed.
Seeing is believing!
Luo: "..."
My husband has changed, and I am no longer his cute little cat.
After her ears were clear, Xiao Lan finally fell into a deep sleep.
—
When her eyes felt light, Xiao Lan thought it was dawn.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a ceiling that was somewhat familiar and unfamiliar.
The mottled ceiling with water stains and mildew stains, the air still smelled of dampness, and the bed board under him was shaking slightly, as if it would fall apart with a little bit of strength.
This is the leaky and leaky bed he has lived in for a long time!
At that time, he was so poor that he could only afford to rent a bed. Not only could he rent the worst one, but he was often ridiculed by the stingy and mean landlord.
Think about it, it seems to be a long time ago.
How did he come here
Xiao Lan sat up, the old bed board creaked overwhelmedly, and shook it twice, finally stabilizing.
The room was empty, there was no one else besides him, and Luo was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Lan tried to call Luo but did not respond.
It wasn't the first time to encounter such a situation. Guessing that it was probably an independent space or a situation that could only accommodate one person, Xiao Lan didn't panic at all.
Xiao Lan looked around, the surrounding beds were also empty.
He remembered that it seemed to be because the conditions of the room were really bad. Even if it was the cheapest, there was no one who could choose the bed here. After all, it was only 3.5 yuan cheaper.
Yes, that stingy landlord even cares about 3.5 dollars.
But was Xiao Lan missing that three and five dollars at that time
-He is missing!
So this shabby place has almost become his own room.
Xiao Lan walked around the room and saw nothing special, but she couldn't open the door of the room.
He checked the window again.
The windows that can't block the wind or the rain are still crumbling as in the memory, but they seem to be protected by an unknown force and cannot be destroyed by violence at all.
It was as if this place suddenly became a secret room.
Xiao Lan turned around and began to search the room again.
This time he checked very carefully, the game will not set up links that cannot be escaped, so there must be a flaw here.
Fortunately, poverty made him almost wantless. Xiao Lan is not a person who likes hoarding and collecting. There are not many things in the room, or even very few.
Xiao Lan was very thankful that she didn't have a hobby of picking up tatters, otherwise the search might be a lot of trouble.
He checked the beds first, carefully comparing every detail with what he remembered.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of being watched.
After a long period of combat training, his feelings have become more acute.
Now he can not only feel being watched, he can even know the approximate location of the watcher without Luo's help in the search.
Xiao Lan turned around and looked over—
This room is really shabby, poor, and empty, and there is nowhere to hide.
There was only a small broken bed where the line of sight was projected.
The bed was so broken that the board leaked, the cotton wool on it was all holes, and the head of the bed was half off. The only place where something could be hidden was the dark under the bed.
Poverty is sometimes a treasure.
Especially when it is so poor that there is no place for ghosts to hide.
Xiao Lan took out [Dalit's Bone] and walked to the broken bed.
He banged the stick to the ground with a "bang", and said, "Do you come out by yourself or should I do it?"
That posture is like a cub on the streets.
It was quiet under the bed, and there was no movement at all.
Xiao Lan didn't talk nonsense, and directly waved a stick and swept under the bed.
"boom-"
A white object was directly swept out by this stick, and was shot and flew onto the wall under Xiao Lan's tremendous strength.
Only then did Xiao Lan realize that this thing was something resembling a human figure. There were no facial features on the head, and the limbs were similar to human beings, but there should be a long tongue growing around the mouth. At a glance, he knew that the thing was used to attack.
The ground touched by the tongue is corroded into blue smoke, if it falls on a person, the effect will be more serious.
But looking at this fragile body, it must be a sneak attack.
As a melee player who is accustomed to being upright, what Xiao Lan is most afraid of is this kind of small crispy skin.
Before that monster got up, Xiao Lan rushed forward and knocked it down again with a stick, then pressed its long tongue, and stepped on its back to make it immobile.
Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, do you know how to get out of here?"
The monster raised his hair and roared.
Xiao Lan asked again, but still did not respond.
The monster did not have the will to communicate, and even tried to attack him.
It seems that although this thing looks like a person, it is a guy with no communication skills, and it has nothing to do with whether it is pressed with its tongue.
Xiao Lan was not polite now, sticking stick after stick, directly smashing its final figure.
The monster that turned into a lump of dough shrank pitifully on the tattered floor, and gradually disappeared.
After solving the monster, Xiao Lan checked the room again.
Nothing was unusual in other places, and he went back to his bed again.
He had checked here before and found nothing.
Whether it was the pillow that was suspected to have been gnawed by a dog, the bedsheets and duvet covers that were almost washed out, or even the mattress that had been flattened.
But there seems to be another place...
This time Xiao Lan turned the whole bed over, revealing the rusty bed frame, and the whole bed screamed like a scream.
Then he saw a hundred yuan in the gap of the bed frame.
One hundred dollars!
Xiao Lan smiled: "How can there be money under my bed."
Poverty is so self-confident.
He picked up the fake one hundred yuan that didn't fit the whole room, and squeezed it hard.
A hundred pieces were broken like they were made of glass.
The familiar and broken room around began to gradually disappear.