The tongue-piercing man's name is Red Zhuan, which means the red album of the Beatles. Many people think it is not his real name. In fact, this name has been with him since he was born, because his father is a loyal fan of the Beatles' first red album. , so he was named Red Specialist.
After teasing the little Asian beauty they met in the elevator, Red Special was in a good mood. It seems that this trip to Gaul will not be boring.
While whistling, he undressed and went into the bathroom. Red Professional took off a string of bone necklaces, and placed it on the granite outside the bathroom. He turned on the faucet to run hot water, and the water vapor quickly covered the bathroom glass.
Hongzhuan looked in the mirror, the lights above his head were pale, and suddenly there was a loud 'bang' outside, which startled him.
He glanced outside and asked loudly if his teammates were pranking him, but he didn't hear a response, so he thought about going out of the bathroom to check.
As soon as the front foot left, a handprint suddenly appeared on the bathroom glass full of water mist on the back foot, and the next moment was covered with numerous handprints, which made the scalp numb.
The Red Specialist found that the window was blown open by the wind, the light was on in the room in the opposite building, and there was a dark shadow standing beside the window.
He didn't care too much, he closed the window, and just walked to the bathroom, there was a loud bang behind him again, the fierce night wind blew in, and the curtain was rolled into the automatic lever and made an unpleasant sound.
"Damn it!" Red Zhuan was irritable. He closed the window again and pulled the curtains down. As a result, he was too strong to pull it all down. "Fuck!"
He threw off the curtains irritably, and Red Special didn't want to care anymore. When he was about to turn around and leave, he found that the shadow in the opposite window was motionless, as if staring at him. Suddenly, his scalp felt numb, and he suspected some kind of fanatical fan, and quickly ripped off the sand. Publish casually nested windows.
As soon as it was put on, there was another bang behind him. Hongzhuan was shocked and became extremely nervous. When he turned back angrily, he saw the picture on the TV wall smashed to the ground.
He picked up the painting in the past and placed it next to him. When he raised his head, he was stunned, only to see that the white wall was full of weird graffiti, uniformly using dark paint, the lines were distorted, and the painting style was terrifying.
A total of seven black rabbits stood like people, lined up in a row, and in front of them was a dismembered human, with a lot of red paint acting as blood, which made me feel very uncomfortable.
The Red Specialist took a closer look and found that the dismembered human was missing an arm and a leg.
Immediately he wondered where the arms and legs were missing. The artist shouldn't have made such a low-level mistake.
Red Zhuan, who was a little obsessive-compulsive, stared at the painting, suddenly widened his eyes in fear, took two steps back, stared at the mouths of the two rabbits on the left, and ran to pull out the magnifying glass to check, and sure enough, it was in the mouths of the two rabbits on the left. Found fingers and toes that were suspected to have been chewed.
"Who drew this? Was it intentional to intimidate people? Was it intentional for the hotel to arrange this kind of room for me?" Red Master murmured the question that flashed in his mind.
Because he was too afraid of the picture on the wall, he put the fallen picture frame back on the wall, and was horrified to find that the picture on the wall overlapped with the picture in the picture frame, turning into a human with a black rabbit head, a black suit surrounded by At the dining table, the number changed from seven to six, and the humans on the plate became bunny-headed people.
Hong Zhuan's face changed, he turned and ran towards the bathroom, grabbing the bone necklace and clutching it in his palm, when he heard the sound of water rushing in his ear, he was stunned.
With his neck twitching, he saw the water pour out of the bathtub, reaching his ankles in the blink of an eye.
The dense handprints of the frosted glass were covered with new water vapor, and suddenly a fleshy figure flashed past, and Hong Zhuan approached carefully, trying to see what was going on inside against the glass.
Suddenly 'Bang! ' There was a loud noise, and an extremely shriveled face covered with scars suddenly stuck behind the frosted glass, staring coldly at Hongzhuo.
Red Scholar missed her heartbeat, held her breath, and her scalp was numb.
The face that was only a few steps away from the glass filled his heart with fear, and fear bound his hands and feet, making him unable to move. He watched as the face behind the mist became clearer and more distorted.
The mouth opened wide and split to both sides, revealing white teeth and scarlet gums, and suddenly roared: "Run!"
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The corridor suddenly sounded calm footsteps, the elevator slowly descended, stopped and opened with a ding, no one came in or out, a few seconds later, the moment the elevator door was closed, a man in black clothes suddenly appeared at the door.
The long vertical hair is parted in the middle, combed back, the ears are hung with black gems the size of pine nuts, decorated with black conical metal ornaments, revealing the ears, facial features and superior shoulder and neck line, the skin is pale, and the lips are bloodless.
The eyes are not painted with eyeliner, because the unique eyeballs are enough to shine.
Spooky and eerie, gorgeous to the extreme.
He was wearing a rather delicate Gothic dress, a pair of leggings and thick-soled rivet boots, a black gloved hand holding a large closed black umbrella, and his index finger was a ruby the size of a pigeon's egg.
This is the only bright color on his body other than black.
The tip of the big black umbrella poked on the ground and made a clicking sound, like footsteps, but he walked silently.
At this time, the lights in the corridor went out and the monitoring failed, but when he walked over, the lights and monitoring returned to normal.
He stopped and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened, and the yellow hair inside closed the door immediately after a glance. Unfortunately, he was a step behind. The big black umbrella was blocked in the crack of the door. With a flick of his wrist, the door was pushed open, and the man walked in with great strides. .
"I haven't seen you for two months. I miss you very much. I even rushed to the last flight to see you. It's better for you to close the door when you see me. Don't you know it hurts?"
Cen Jin rubbed his arms: "Ding Baiqing, speak normally, I'm afraid."
Ding Baiqing stared at him, hung the black umbrella at the entrance, leaned over and rubbed Cen Jin's long hair, a little disgusted: "It's fake." Then he held his head with both hands and looked up and down, tsk tsk admiration: " The makeup is not good, the long hair is not good, and the pink dress is ugly."
Cen Jin slapped Ding Baiqing's hand away, jumped back quickly, put his back on the shoe cabinet and said, "Don't say you came all the way to see me just to make me look ugly."
"I didn't say you were ugly." Ding Baiqing looked at him with a smile.
Cen Jin: "Is it being eaten by a dog when you say I'm not good-looking or not?"
"I'm talking about makeup, long hair and ugly dresses, but you look good." Ding Baiqing's beautiful face and serious expression make it a fatality, especially when he looks at him tenderly and seriously, emphasizing: "I mean What's more, you're beautiful as you are."
It took a long time for Cen Jin to remember to blink, and his breathing became chaotic for a moment, then he turned his eyes away and turned to Ding Baiqing, his breathing became more chaotic.
"Ding Baiqing, are you wearing women's clothes?" Cen Jin's voice was strangely calm.
Ding Paiqing responded more calmly than he did: "Men's gothic clothes are so ugly."
That's it
Cen Jin's expression almost split, and he thought about many reasons, such as avoiding embarrassment for his employer, so he specially wore a skirt to see him, etc. In short, the reason is more reliable than men's clothes.
"Doesn't it look good?"
Ding Baiqing also turned around so that Cen Jin could see the gorgeous gothic dress that was specially customized on him.
It's not a matter of being good-looking or ugly, but why can Ding Baiqing appear in women's clothes with such a calm expression? Does he really have no god's baggage at all? Or is it just a lie to make the employer happy
Otherwise, it would be hard for him to believe that a person who was less than two months away from confession would freely appear in a small skirt in front of the confessor and circle in circles, calmly questioning whether it was good or not.
… Although it is indeed too good-looking.
But that's not the reason.
"You can obviously wear a suit."
Ding Yiqing: "Isn't this to cooperate with you?"
Cen Jin refused to sink together: "It's none of my business."
Ding Yiqing: "You didn't look at the characters before you set off, did you?"
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"You rock band has a category called goth heavy metal rock. Technically, you all need goth-style makeup and clothes, but four of your group are idol-style."
"so?"
"I'm your lead teacher this time."
Cen Jin turned around to look for his mobile phone. In the group @王玲仙 asked if he had received the information of the leading teacher. After about two seconds, Wang Lingxian replied to him [Leading teacher: Ding Yiqing. ], and soon the group swiped.
The group of six people was stunned to create a lively atmosphere of hundreds of people, and they warmly asked Wang Lingxian to invite the boss to join the group.
Wang Lingxian blocked it with one sentence: [The big guy doesn't play in groups.]
After thinking about it, Cen Jin threw away his mobile phone and continued the dinner delivered by the hotel just now, a Boston lobster and a two-pound king crab. One third of the red wine was poured into the decanter next to him.
Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, then lie down and accept it. This is Cen Jin's life motto.
Ding Yiqing: "Something happened upstairs."
Cen Jin was unmoved: "Who is upstairs?"
Ding Baiqing: "Black Rabbit Band."
Cen Jin looked up at him: "Is it related to the rabbit funeral?"
Ding Baiqing showed a helpless look: "I said it's okay, why don't you believe me?"
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> Cen Jin recalled that Ding Yiqing did not seem to have lied to him. He would only play word games, and use all kinds of psychological techniques to whet his appetite. However, in the face of certain problems that cannot be played with words traps, he would either avoid them. The answer is the real answer.
He immediately opened the door, and the next moment he saw hurried footsteps coming from the stairs at the other end of the corridor, followed by five slightly familiar faces with pale faces rushing over.
The tongue-piercing man saw Cen Jin with sharp eyes, ran to him and panted, "You, do you have... a rabbit painting in your room?"
Rabbit again
Cen Jin: "No. There was a weird rabbit painting in your room, and everyone was scared away?"
The tongue-piercing man shook his head: "It's only me and Reanna who have encountered a ghost incident... How do you know that rabbit paintings are very weird?"
"Your expressions tell me that you are very frightened." Cen Jin looked at the other four behind him, among them, Lei Anna was shivering with cold, with a cross on her shoulders, her expression like a frightened bird.
"Come to my room to rest and treat her wound first."
Tongue nail man hesitated.
Cen Jin: "We come from the far and mysterious East. In addition to the status of rock music, we are also celestial masters."
"What is a Celestial Master?" The tongue-piercing man was at a loss.
"..." Cen Jin said again: "Some of us are disciples of Tibetan secrets."
The tongue-piercing man was overjoyed and immediately called his companions over.
Sure enough, the European and American understanding of Chinese theology, except for the dragon, is the mysterious living Buddha Tibetan secret.
Cen Jin thought that there was still Ding Baiqing in the house. He wondered if he could accept being in the same room with ten strangers, so he turned around and asked a question. After getting a positive answer, he called everyone in, including Wang Lingxian and the others.
Soon the twelve people in the room sat quietly in the living room and looked at each other, until Wu Lan helped Lei Anna to bandage the wound, and the atmosphere did not warm up.
The Black Rabbit Band didn't look sideways, they sat upright and did not dare to glance at Ding Taiqing on the single sofa on the left. They didn't find it before they came in. When they saw Ding Taiqing after they came in, they almost thought that Huang Mao had tricked them into sending them to death.
Without him, Ding Baiqing in a gothic outfit is rich in color, black and white, with a dark and strange temperament, cold eyes, and a world-weary face that is not as beautiful as a human being. No matter how you look at him, he looks like a ghost crawling out of a grave.
Cen Jin coughed twice, and took the initiative to introduce: "The gold master of our band." Then he nodded to Huang Jiang and others, indicating that he was the leader of the team, Ding Baiqing.
Except for Totem and Wu Lan, the other three looked at Ding Baiqing's face for a long time, then turned their heads in unison, staring at Huang Mao rather resentfully.
Huang Mao scratched his nose and had no guilty conscience. At first he lied to them that Ding Baiqing had the same name and surname as the legendary boss, but now the person appears directly as the leader of the team, and the lie is directly pierced.
"Speak the truth." Huang Mao changed the subject and asked the tongue-piercing man, "What strange incidents have you encountered?"
The tongue-piercing man said with a bitter face: "There are ghosts in my room with Reanna."
He repeated what happened to himself and Reanna, and finally panted: "Reanna almost froze to death in the room, the phone could not be made, the door was locked, she wrapped the quilt, turned on the stove, and put the He threw a picture downstairs, threatened the ghost in the room with a cross, and opened the door with a gun to escape."
gun
The management of Gallic guns is chaotic. As long as there is a channel, you can buy guns. People with a certain status can also get a legal gun license. It is estimated that Reina is a legal gun.
Wang Lingxian leaned over to observe Lei Anna's injury: "Did you cause this injury yourself?"
Reanna smiled at him: "Yes. Blood and pain can break through certain barriers and make ghosts terrified. But there is another main reason for me to escape." She paused, her eyes inadvertently showing panic : "The black rabbit in that painting doesn't want to kill me."
Wang Lingxian looked at the cross she was holding and said with a smile, "Do you think the black rabbit just wants to kick you out of the room?"
"No, it's not." Reanna: "They want to drive me to run and make me exhausted, like a hunted rabbit, keep running, once you stop and look back when you think there is no movement behind you, you will find that the hunter is not far away. Holding the sex, he sneered and drove me away, 'Fast, run, keep running until my legs were broken, my alveoli burst, and I shouted until my vocal cords were broken', until I kicked my legs in pain and was unable to escape, and was chased up Surrounded by rabbits, they divided my food as described in the words."
Wang Lingxian found it more interesting, "Why are you so sure?"
Reanna: "Because that painting is full of religious meaning, and I can guess what it means. It's a religious painting that punishes sinners, and it wants me to die in exhaustion..."
Then the two words were swallowed back, and no one could hear what she said.
Wang Lingxian: "I mean why are you sure that the 'ghost' in the room is the black rabbit in the portrait? Is it just because you are called the 'Black Rabbit Band' that you think the black rabbit in the painting is chasing you?"
Huang Mao was sitting next to Ding Baiqing, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of him with his legs crossed and one hand on his cheek, as if he was listening with gusto.
He withdrew his gaze and glanced at Totem and the others, all intending to stop talking and let Wang Lingxian handle it.
His distant cousin, who was a fan of the Black Rabbit Band, died in an accident. Without finding out the result, Wang Lingxian would not give up easily. It can be guessed from the positive change in his mentality as soon as he met the Black Rabbit Band.
Reanna frowned and hesitated.
The tongue nail man scratched his head and said, "Let me tell you, because that painting is not unfamiliar to us, it can even be said to be familiar."
"Red Special!" The lead singer named Saul suddenly yelled, attracting everyone's attention.
At this time, everyone realized that Saul's face was ugly, and he seemed to be very dissatisfied with the frankness and defenselessness of the tongue-piercing man.
Saul: "I remember that Tibetan monks can know people's past and present lives. Since some of your team are Tibetan monks, we don't need to say it, we should be able to guess it. If you want to say that your cultivation is not enough, you should even look at this trivial matter. If you don't come out, even if we tell the reason, what can you do?"
The tongue-piercing man and Reina immediately closed their mouths when they heard the words, realizing that they had said too much.
Wang Lingxian looked at the vigilant Saul, smiled, shrugged and said, "Believe it or not. Anyway, you are being stared at by the black rabbit in that painting, so you will die sooner or later, right? How do you say that?" Run, they have already killed red eyes', I see this sentence is not a reminder to you, but a whip to drive you away.
You want to get help from us, and you are afraid that we will take advantage... Don't deny it, everyone plays rock and rolls, and you are afraid that we will use this opportunity to step on you to become the No. 1 rock band in Europe and America. It is right to be on guard.
There is no loss for us if we help or not, but you made a special trip to Huahua to find the witch. "
The expressions of Saul's group of five changed immediately, as if facing a great enemy: "Who are you?"
"An underground rock guitarist." Wang Lingxian leaned lazily against the back of the sofa and greeted without looking back: "Huang Biqi, I know you don't like performance, but now is the critical moment for our band to become famous, give them Hong Kong yours Find."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that an aura that could not be ignored suddenly increased his sense of presence. He looked at it subconsciously, and found that Big Ding was looking at Huang Mao with a calm but meaningful gaze.
"Huang Biqi?"
"Hey." Huang Mao calmly responded.
Ding Baiqing did not deliberately reduce his sense of existence this time, so he attracted the attention of the audience as soon as he opened his mouth.
Saul's eyes flickered, and as soon as he entered the room, he noticed this beautiful gothic lady, but because the other party was gloomy and aggressive, he didn't dare to strike up a conversation easily.
When I saw someone talking, my smile melted and I felt very easy to get along with, so I quickly introduced myself and asked, "Ma'am, am I lucky enough to know your name?"
Huang Mao's introduction was mentioned just now, and Ding Baiqing's name was not mentioned at all.
Ding Baiqing put his hand on Huang Mao's shoulder and said with a smile, "Kuba."
Cen Jin glanced at Ding Baiqing in surprise. He thought that this bastard would call himself Mario, but he didn't expect it to be the big boss Kuba who kidnapped Princess Peach seventeen times.
"The name is nice." Saul complimented with conscience. Seeing that the two were close in behavior, and that rock and roll men and women were not taboo, there was one member of the team, Lei Anna, who liked the same, and now suspected that the two young women had an ambiguous relationship.
But he wasn't stupid enough to ask, he just pretended to nod: "Then please tell me, Mr. Huang, why we are looking for witches? Which witch are we looking for?"
Huang Mao lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the hand that was casually placed on his shoulder. Not to mention, the joints were clearly defined. The palms and knuckles were larger and wider than his hands. Most people only had three knuckles, while Ding Baiqing's hand There are four knuckles.
He was thinking about other things, but it didn't affect his eloquence: "I guess you want to find a legendary witch."
The author has something to say: Qingqing's dress is actually a neutral style, and men can also wear it.
Well... he doesn't care if he wears male or female clothes, but he hates wearing ugly clothes.
Beech: The princess that Mario was caught was not Mario, because there is a version that she has a prince boyfriend, and there is a version that said goodbye to Mario after she was rescued, I am not the one you rescued.
Kuba: Unrequited love for the princess, the villain who caught the princess 17 times.