The sound was piercing, enough to penetrate the entire house.
Everyone else was drawn in.
Old Chen's face was sullen, and he was about to scold "idiots": "What the hell did you do?"
The female high school student was the first to say, "It doesn't matter about me!"
Huang Mao also reacted randomly: "I just glanced at it, I-I didn't do anything."
Old Chen gave Huang Mao a cold look: "Since I committed suicide, I can't blame me, let's go."
Huang Mao hurriedly chased after him and stopped stammering: "Didn't you say that I'll give you the points, and you will protect me to pass the customs? You have to protect me, you can't default on the debt—"
Old Chen shook Huang Mao away: "This is your own death."
After speaking, he went down the stairs.
Jin Lianzi and the high school girl couldn't do anything either. They gave him a pitying look and walked down the stairs.
Huang Mao had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.
But halfway down the stairs, just as he turned the corner, he was caught off guard and bumped into a pale face.
Even if Old Chen was bold, he was almost startled and almost shouted, but remembering the warning from the hostess, he didn't dare to take risks even in the daytime, he could only keep it in his throat. He took a closer look and saw that it was the hostess.
The hostess was wearing a long black dress, her eyes were dark, and she looked at a group of people without emotion, her voice was cold: "What are you doing?"
It was clearly in the blue sky and daylight, but everyone felt a coolness rising from behind.
Old Chen Gan smiled and said, "Come up, come up and stroll around."
The hostess didn't change at all, obviously she didn't believe what Lao Chen said.
Old Chen felt a dangerous breath.
It seems that the hostess is not a simple character.
Old Chen swallowed his saliva, only to feel a cold sweat on his back. He is not a senior player, otherwise he would not be in the novice task.
He only had two life-saving yellow talismans on his body, and what he said was bluffing newbies. Now he reached out and touched his pocket. If something was wrong, he could immediately take out the yellow talisman to protect himself.
As for the others, they can only ask for their own blessings.
At this moment, Shen Dongqing replied, "Let's find something."
The hostess rolled her eyes and stared at Shen Dongqing: "What are you looking for?"
The others looked at Shen Dongqing nervously, for fear that he would say something that shouldn't have said, annoy the NPC and cause the group to collapse.
I saw Shen Dongqing hold up the black screen mobile phone and ask, "Is there a charger?"
The hostess was silent for a moment and walked to the first room.
As soon as the hostess disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"never mind?"
"It should be fine, let's go."
It's just that before returning to the second floor, the hostess appeared in front of everyone again - she was clearly walking up.
Old Chen shuddered and forced a smile: "Is there anything else?"
The hostess passed Lao Chen, walked directly to Shen Dongqing, and put something in his hand.
Everyone's eyes moved with the movements of the hostess, staring at Shen Dongqing, wanting to see what he had given him, but before they could see clearly, the hostess said coldly, "The one upstairs It's my mother-in-law, and she's crazy."
After speaking, the hostess ignored the group of people and walked straight up.
A group of people escaped and returned to the hall.
Old Chen walked to Shen Dongqing's side: "What did the mistress give you?"
After two games, Lao Chen knew that a little bit of detail could be the key to decryption, not to mention the things given by the NPC himself.
Shen Dongqing touched his pocket and pulled out a cord: "Charger. My phone is out of power, and now I can play games again."
Old Chen didn't believe it: "It's just a charger?"
"Otherwise?" Shen Dongqing asked strangely, "Do you want to use it too? I'll give it to you when I'm fully charged."
Lao Chen: Who the hell needs a charger!
Old Chen glanced at it and found that it was indeed a charger, and sneered and scolded, "Idiot."
NPC stuff is so easy to take? It might be fatal!
Others were trembling.
Huang Mao, who was still in high spirits and wanted to be the protagonist, was so frightened that he lost his courage after experiencing the scene just now.
Not to mention the golden chain, all relying on Lao Chen to lead them to win.
Only Shen Dongqing was still in the situation.
He found a place with a plug and sat down to charge his mobile phone. He turned to look at the frustrated faces of a group of people, and felt a little strange in his heart: "What's the matter with you?"
Huang Mao clenched his fist and smashed the sofa, venting his insecurities: "You know how to play with mobile phones, if we can't find the murderer, we all have to die here!"
Shen Dongqing realized later: "It turns out that you were just looking for a murderer." He scratched his head and whispered, "I thought you guys were just hanging out."
other people:…
After Shen Dongqing said the irritating words, he added, "I have a bold idea."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Dongqing, and Old Chen sneered to himself, wanting to see what tricks he could come up with.
Shen Dongqing scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and said, "There are four people in this family. We can guess a murderer each, even a blind cat can hit a dead mouse."
Aside from the deceased Mr. A, his family has only one hostess, a mad mother-in-law and a pair of twin daughters.
"I don't think she is the hostess." Shen Dongqing said seriously, "She is a good person." He also gave him the charger.
Lao Chen seemed to understand what he meant and hurriedly stopped: "Don't! If you guess wrong..."
It's just that Shen Dongqing ignored Old Chen and said to the TV, "I guess the murderer is a crazy mother-in-law."
sizzle —
The TV kept flickering with snowflakes, the sky outside the window suddenly darkened, and a gloomy wind blew.
Shen Dongqing touched his chin: "It seems that you guessed wrong. What would happen if you just said that you guessed wrong?"
Old Chen has completely looked at the dead: "Guess wrong, and you will die."
Hearing this, Shen Dongqing breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought it was a big deal, it turned out to be just one death."
Other people who are afraid of death: …
Shen Dongqing tentatively said: "Then let me guess again?"
"No need, no need."
The others stood up quickly, keeping away from Shen Dongqing for fear of being implicated.
Shen Dongqing didn't care either, sitting on the sofa playing with his phone, watching others run around looking for clues.
Until it got dark.
Shen Dongqing yawned and got up to go back to see his roommate. But as soon as he walked up the stairs, he saw a familiar tuft of yellow hairs squeezed past him, opening the door one step faster than him and crawling in.
Shen Dongqing grabbed the door handle: "This is my room."
Huang Mao pressed the door panel, his face was a little flustered, but he pretended to be fierce: "You, your room belongs to me!"
Because he didn't listen to the command before, Huang Mao had already been crowded out by Lao Chen and his group, and had to face the terrifying ghosts alone. He was worrying about how to get through tonight, when he suddenly remembered that Shen Dongqing lived alone and lived well until the next day.
Shen Dongqing is also a novice and has no ability to save his life, so he was lucky, and there were no ghosts in the room he chose.
Thinking of this, Huang Mao quickly occupied Shen Dongqing's room.
An imperceptible panic flashed in Huang Mao's eyes, for fear that Shen Dongqing would have to use this room.
But Shen Dongqing just gave Huang Mao a fluttering glance, and didn't force it: "I have no opinion, but there is..."
Before Huang Mao could finish listening, he closed the door and shut off the second half of the sentence.
"… a tenant, don't know if he would mind."
After Shen Dongqing finished speaking, seeing no response in the room, she shrugged and walked into the next room.
As soon as Huang Mao closed the door, he hid in the quilt, as if the warm and soft quilt could give him a sense of security. But there was a cool feeling in the house, no matter how tightly wrapped it was, I couldn't help trembling.
"Giggle-"
There was a sound of teeth fighting in the room.
Huang Mao was afraid of causing something bad, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.
But even so, the sound did not stop.
Huang Mao finally reacted, and the voice came from behind. He stiffened his body, didn't dare to move, closed his eyes tightly, and listened to the rapid heartbeat.
A cold hand reached out from the gap in the quilt and gently brushed the back of the yellow hair's neck.
Huang Mao jumped up from the quilt, just in front of a black and white portrait on the bedside table, and saw the man in the portrait smiling at him, a scrawny hand stretched out from the photo frame, like a The noodles were generally elongated and fell on Huang Mao's body.
"what-"
Shen Dongqing heard a scream from next door.
The voice was rapid, and was soon swallowed by the darkness.
Shen Dongqing shook his head: "It must be that the occupants of that room did not welcome him."
Fortunately, he greeted the original tenant when he came in.
However, the tenants here are very hospitable, and I don't know why Huang Mao is so unpopular.
Shen Dongqing thought, glanced at the beauty vase standing beside it, and saw a human head stuck in the vase, with messy black hair covering half of her bruised and swollen face.
Shen Dongqing smiled kindly at the beauty vase.
But the beauty vase didn't feel any kindness at all, it only felt a pain in the place where it had just been beaten, and even the vase with it was trembling slightly. It shrank its head, and the whole thing got into the vase.
Shen Dongqing turned off the light and was about to go to sleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a woman's screams coming from outside, accompanied by constant quarrels.
"You bitch!"
"I do not have… "
"Are these two children mine?"
"The child is innocent, don't, ah-"
"Be quiet, do you want to disturb others?"
Then came the sound of footsteps coming downstairs and knocking on the door.
The hostess changed her outfit. She was wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and she held a child in her arms. She hurried down and patted the door on the second floor.
There are guests here.
Obviously, none of these guests wanted to be involved in other people's housework, none of them were willing to open the door, and they were all pretending to be asleep.
The entire second floor was silent, except for a woman's desperate cry for help.
The children in the hostess' arms lay there weakly, not knowing whether to live or die, and the blood flowing from their bodies stained the entire corridor red.
Snapped-
The hostess patted the door again, leaving a clear bloody handprint on the door.
No one responded.
They chose Mingzhe to protect themselves.
The high school girl said hesitantly, "Aren't we saving people?"
Jin Lianzi grinned: "I want to save you out."
The high school girl was speechless, and she didn't dare to go out.
"Okay, just get through the night." Old Chen narrowed his eyes, "This should be aimed at that Shen Dongqing, and it has nothing to do with us."
"Little girl, you must know that in this world, you have no capital to save others."
"But tonight should be a repeat of the past, and we can get important clues. We can just take a look."
Sure enough, the hostess outside the door shifted her target after slamming the door twice and came to the room where Shen Dongqing lived.
She was trembling all over, and almost couldn't hold the little girl in her arms. Before she could climb to the door, she fell to the ground, and a chubby head fell out of her arms and rolled Far away, stopped at the feet of a man.
The little girl's head shouted timidly: "Dad, I will be good, I won't disturb my father..."
However, her father kicked her away with one kick, carrying an axe, and walked slowly towards the hostess.
The man walked very slowly, and every step made a sound, like a knock in the heart, which made one's heart tremble.
The hostess looked at Mr. A pleadingly: "Please..."
Mr. A showed a grim smile and raised his axe high.
Just as the axe was about to fall, the door behind him opened.
Shen Dongqing rubbed his eyes and muttered, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
Mr. A, who should have died, was standing at the door.
Because of his long-term farm work, Mr. A is very strong, like a hill. His eyes were cloudy, completely ignoring Shen Dongqing, and fell directly on the hostess.
The hostess shrank in fear, unable to resist. Unlike her weak appearance, her eyes under her black hair were indifferent.
She is already dead.
It was a repeat of that night.
Only when she is dead can she be able to take revenge.
Both of them ignored Shen Dongqing who should not have appeared, and dutifully repeated the past.
The axe fell heavily, making a sharp piercing sound.
Soon, the sharpened axe will cut the hostess and the little girl into two pieces, and blood and internal organs will flow turbulently on the ground...
But the imagined picture did not happen.
The axe stopped in mid-air, no matter how hard Mr. A tried, it didn't move.
Shen Dongqing grabbed the axe and frowned: "What is this for? Domestic violence?" He said righteously, "Domestic violence is wrong, you'd better stop your behavior."
Although Shen Dongqing has been a ghost for thousands of years, there are still basic moral principles.
Mr. A took the opportunity to withdraw his axe, directly ignoring Shen Dongqing who was talking nonsense, and slashed at the hostess again.
Cut out again.
Shen Dongqing grabbed the axe again and said seriously, "I'm going to get angry if you are like this."
But Mr. A didn't listen to anyone's persuasion, and still went his own way.
There was no other way, Shen Dongqing could only grab his axe and kick him away.
Mr. A persevered and tried to get his axe back.
In the chaos, Shen Dongqing slashed Mr. A with an axe at some point, and he quickly stopped.
Mr. A fell to the ground with a long and narrow wound in his abdomen, but no blood came out. His vitality is very tenacious, even so, he still has to get up and continue to grab the axe.
Shen Dongqing thought for a while.
Anyway, an axe has already been chopped, why don't you just keep doing it—
Three people huddled behind the door.
Jin Chain was stunned: "What is he doing?"
Lao Chen said in a trance, "Could he be pretending to be a newcomer?"
The high school girl exclaimed, "He's killing people!"
Shen Dongqing picked up the axe and slashed another axe, cutting Mr. A into two pieces. He raised his head to meet the eyes in the crack of the door, a small dimple appeared on his cheek, and smiled harmlessly: "No, I killed a ghost."
He kicked Mr. A on the head and muttered, "I hate people who bully women the most, not even ghosts."
Shen Dongqing turned around: "Are you all right?"
The hostess looked in a trance: "No... I have something to do... "
According to the plot of this world, this night, no one should open the door for her on the entire floor.
But now not only has someone opened the door, but Mr. A has also been cut in two. How can this make her go down the plot
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