The terrifying female ghost in the main text is parked behind the fortune teller.
She turned her head and stared nervously at the referee in front of her, wondering when the man whistling in his mouth would disappear.
The bright moon in front had already run away quickly, and at this time the fortune teller could no longer see her shadow.
Dangerous times are always extremely long.
The fortune teller stared closely at the referee in front of her. She was not sure when she could continue running forward. The syrup given by Gu Mian could only stop the ghost for half a minute. She even heard an invisible clock ticking in her heart.
The sound kept reminding her that time was passing.
Fortunately, the referee did not hold out for too long. A few seconds after Mingyue's back disappeared, the fortune teller saw that the figure of the black short-sleeved man in front of her began to become transparent, and then she found that she could move on.
Without hesitation, the fortune teller quickly ran forward.
At this time, Fatty and Chu Changge, who were not being chased by ghosts, had already reunited.
The two of them were sitting in a taxi, heading towards the staff dormitory where Gu Mian and Fatty lived.
The fat man was sitting in the back seat and looked at Chu Changge next to him strangely: "Brother Chu, why are you going to our staff dormitory? Why don't you go and meet the doctor and the others now?"
"It doesn't mean much to Gu Mian even if we go there, but there may be some clues in your staff dormitory..." Chu Changge said as he looked at the driver in front of him, as if he was considering the possibility of telling ghosts directly.
It won't be considered a psychopath.
Although Fatty felt that there was little point in going to the staff dormitory now, he still followed Chu Changge downstairs to the dormitory.
"Did you bring the key?" Chu Changge walked into the dark corridor.
The fat man behind him nodded: "I brought it with me, but there should be someone in the dormitory now."
"Actually, I have a guess," Chu Changge said while walking up the stairs, "The ghosts in this dungeon are always moving to escape from the control of the dungeon, so the ghosts will not kill people easily when the player does not enter the dungeon.
Because it is not sure whether its identity has been successfully hidden with the help of corpses. If it does hide its identity, killing it will most likely expose it, and all previous efforts will be in vain."
The fat man had already arrived at the door and was taking out a key at this time: "So the ghost will not kill people during non-dungeon periods. It will only wander around wearing a corpse. Later, it will be discovered that the dungeon will teleport players to its vicinity."
Knowing that you didn't succeed in hiding last time, you started killing people to find a body that you could control?"
The fat man put the key into the door lock and turned it to open the door.
The door was pushed open a small gap, and there was no light on in the room, so it was quite dark.
The people inside seem to be asleep...
Just when the fat man opened his mouth to say something, he suddenly smelled a faint odor.
The smell came out of the crack in front of me, like the smell of some rotting animal.
The fat man held his breath for a moment. Was it a rotten corpse?
Chu Changge, who was next to him, didn't smell the smell. He reached out and pushed open the door with a normal expression, then touched the wall and turned on the chandelier of the dormitory with a "pop" sound.
All four beds in the room were empty.
Only one pale arm stretched out from under a bed, as if the murderer who hid the body forgot to tuck this hand under the bed.
It seems that the smell comes from here.
The fat man swallowed his saliva and followed Chu Changge and walked over and squatted down. After mentally preparing for a while, he reached out and lifted up the sheets. The smell hit his face. The fat man squinted his eyes and looked in, only to see a man lying on the bed.
Under the bed, although it looked good, it was just a corpse that looked good.
"It's Liu Jie!" The fat man instantly recognized the man, "The doctor's colleague who betrayed his lust was still alive this morning. Why does he stink so much?"
Speaking of this, he suddenly understood something: "Actually, Liu Jie has died a long time ago. Is the ghost using his body?"
Chu Changge nodded: "Some customers in the coffee shop said that Gu Mian and the others would not easily give their contact information to customers, but two business cards of Gu Mian could be found in the residence of the deceased Wang Xin, which can only mean that
Someone took Gu Mian's name and deliberately put it into the deceased's hand."
And the person most likely to take away Gu Mian's business card is his roommate.
"Liu Jie has survived for such a long time, so he should have left some clues." After speaking, Chu Changge stood up and looked at Liu Jie's bed. "Perhaps what he knows will be recorded in some form."
, although the possibility is not very high.”
The fat man understood: "So we are looking for clues this time."
He moved very quickly, and without waiting for Chu Changge's instructions, he began to fumble for the body in front of him: "Of course he takes the important things with him... but he doesn't seem to have anything on him."
Speaking of which, the fat man stood up again and groped for the bed in front of him: "If I wanted to hide something, I would hide it under the mattress or in the pillow. Back then, I hid my pocket money in it, although my dad still found me and threw me a
It’s a good time…”
At this time, Chu Changge was already standing in front of a locked cabinet: "This should be the cabinet used by Liu Jie."
The fat man who found nothing turned around and saw a small bright yellow lock hanging on the cabinet, the kind you can buy for five yuan in a convenience store.
Fatty had done a lot of things like unlocking, and he immediately became excited about the small five-dollar lock. It didn't take long for the small lock to open with a "click".
The two opened the cabinet.
There wasn't much in the cabinet, just a few symbolic piles of clothes.
Chu Changge reached out and opened the clothes and found a piece of A4 paper at the bottom of the piles of clothes.
"What is this?" The fat man looked at what Chu Changge had pulled out strangely. Of course he knew something like A4 paper.
It's just that this piece of paper was filled with things written in black gel pen.
If you take a closer look, the things on it seem to be not words, but paintings.
The entire paper is filled with a strange small shape in a circle, with a "big" underneath.
"Is it a villain?" The fat man immediately recognized the graphics that took up the entire sheet of paper. "This devil has nothing to do to draw a villain and is so nervous that he hides it in his cabinet?"
The densely packed little figures fill the entire paper.
Although these lines are extremely simple, Fatty still felt his scalp numb when looking at these densely packed little people.
Does this thing have anything to do with copies?
At this time, Chu Changge looked at Fatty: "There is no way to bring out a copy of this thing. Where is your camera? Take a photo."
He was talking about the special item [a strange camera] held by the fat man, which could take pictures of invisible ghosts. He could only take pictures once a day.
Of course, you can also use it to take selfies or landscape photos, so Fatty took out his camera and opened it.
The first photo in the album was Gu Mian's handsome face, and a grimace coming out of the window behind him. This was the face of the assassin, but it had been regulated not long ago.
It was placed neatly on Gu Mian's bedside, never to be seen again.
The fat man raised his camera and pointed it at the paper in the Chu Chang Singer. Of course, nothing happened in the photo. Everything was normal in the photo.
He looked at the camera screen: "He is really a great abstract painter..."
At this time, the fortune teller, who was running wildly in the dark night, had already seen the shopping mall in front of her. She instantly became happy and tried to speed up and ran forward.
The fortune teller, who had doubled his speed, had already caught up with Ming Yue. At this time, the two were almost walking side by side. Although the ghost behind him was delayed for half a minute, he still caught up and was less than three meters away from them.
The fortune teller was still about a hundred meters away from the mall gate, and there was no way he could escape before being caught up by the ghost.
At this time, Mingyue's energy was almost exhausted. She was still running forward as hard as she could, but she didn't know when she would be able to stop. She was a little desperate.
The fortune teller has a firm target, which is the shopping mall ahead, so his steps are much more powerful.
Mingyue panted and looked at the person next to her, a little surprised that she was so full of energy: "If we continue like this, we will definitely be overtaken by ghosts. It's better to run separately now. It's better to die one person than two."
The fortune teller didn't turn around: "That's not what you said when you stopped me just now."
As she spoke, she ran forward quickly.
Mingyue reached out and grabbed the fortune teller's clothes: "Wait for me."
