After handing the green hair to Zou Qianqian, Mo Shouchen returned to the lobby and asked the bar counter to make him a cup of coffee, and then he sat leisurely on a chair in the rest area.
After a while, the waiter at the bar brought a cup of fragrant coffee in front of him.
"Boss, do you need me to add sugar for you?"
Mo Shouchen tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Put it here first. I'll drink it later."
The waiter kindly reminded: "Drink your coffee while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold."
"It's okay. I'll drink when that person comes out. You go ahead and do your work."
After speaking, Mo Shouchen found a more comfortable position and leaned on the chair, then stared at the door of the immersion area with a confident expression.
A few minutes later, a miserable scream came from the immersion zone, followed by a rush of footsteps, and then saw Green Hair rushing out of the immersion zone.
He ran to several friends, pulled one of them by the arm, and shouted hysterically: "There is a ghost! There is a ghost inside!"
Mo Shouchen glanced at the time. Lu Mao had only been in for about ten minutes at most. It seemed that Zou Qianqian and the others really didn't hold anything back at all.
He stood up and walked to Lu Mao and said: "I warned you before going in that the live-action scripted killing here is very scary. It is not recommended to choose this for the first time when you come here. You just didn't listen and ended up scaring yourself like this.
"
"Ah! Why are your pants still wet? You must be..."
Lu Mao was so frightened that his face turned pale. At this time, he no longer cared whether his pants were wet or not. He took Mo Shouchen's arm again and said:
"Boss, there is really a ghost here. When I entered, I first saw a hanging woman smiling at me."
"Then I saw a fat chef chasing a man with a kitchen knife. The man's head was cut off, but his body was still crawling towards me, and his head was shouting at me, 'Help.
'."
"Because everything was too real, I wanted to ask the girl who accompanied me in what was going on. She was standing in front of me at the time, but when she heard me calling her, she didn't turn around, but turned her head
Looking at me 180 degrees, she is also a ghost!"
"Who do you think is a ghost?"
Hearing someone speaking behind him, Lu Mao was stunned for a moment, and then he turned his head tremblingly.
When he saw Zou Qianqian standing behind him, he rolled his eyes and fainted from fright.
Seeing someone fainting, Manager Wang quickly ran over. He pinched and fanned the person very skillfully. After struggling for a while, Lu Mao suddenly took a deep breath and woke up.
Seeing this scene, some players around started talking.
"If he's so frightened, he can't really see a ghost, right?"
"There is no ghost. Look carefully at the feet of the staff member who scared him unconscious. If she is a ghost, how can she have a shadow?"
"That's right, it's impossible for a ghost to come out in broad daylight. I think he is too timid and insists on showing off his strength. That's why he was scared like this."
"It seems that the live-action version of the script is really scary. That person was scared to death. Forget it, I'll just play the regular version."
After hearing what the people around him said, Lu Mao sat up with a blank expression. He looked carefully at Zou Qianqian standing in the crowd, and suddenly felt that he might have seen it wrong.
If she was really a ghost, how could she appear so blatantly in front of so many people?
Because Lu Mao's current condition was really not suitable for him to continue playing, he left the Script Killing Hall with the support of his friends.
Mo Shouchen returned to his seat and touched the coffee cup on the table. It was still hot and the temperature was just right.
With Lu Mao's experience, other customers who came to play script killing obediently chose the script that suited them.
Some people also aroused the desire to challenge because they saw Lu Mao being frightened like that, and planned to try the live-action version of the script with their friends.
After drinking the coffee, Mo Shouchen gave Zou Qianqian a few more instructions, asking her to exercise caution and not to frighten the customers.
After giving instructions, Mo Shouchen left the script killing hall.
After coming out, he felt a little hungry, so he planned to go across the road to have a rice bowl. As soon as he reached the roadside, a Mercedes-Benz parked next to him.
Then the passenger window rolled down, and a middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat called him to get in the car.
Mo Shouchen was confused, why do people always like to come to him in luxury cars recently? Are they showing off that they are rich?
Although the middle-aged man driving the car looked familiar, Mo Shouchen did not get in the car directly. Instead, he asked warily: "Do you have a problem with me? We don't seem to know each other, right?"
"My name is Qian Manying, and I would like to treat you to a meal and talk about some things." The middle-aged man was very polite to Mo Shouchen.
Full of money?
Mo Shouchen felt that the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.
