The moment the door was opened, Xiao Lan seemed to see a pair of pale legs on red high-heeled shoes flashing past in midair, and then disappeared without a trace in the next instant.

He frowned slightly and looked at Luo.

Luo nodded at him, indicating that he saw it too.

The players in the back were unaware of this and walked towards the office one by one.

After entering this office.

Xiao Lan found that this was the most normal office he had seen so far. There was only one workstation in it, and things were neatly stacked. There were decorations on the table, and there was still a faint scent of aroma in the air. There are green plants in the corners and by the windows. Although they have withered because they have not been taken care of for a long time, they should have been lush.

Hu Zhai saw the truth by instinct, and he couldn't help but get excited: "This is a girl's room! She must be a beautiful girl who loves cleanliness so much!"

Although don't know if it's beautiful or not, Xiao Lan also thinks that the previous owner of this room was probably a woman. After all, there are still relatively few men who can use broken flowers and little yellow ducks to hold pillows. The layout of the entire office also reveals a feminine look. Delicate and delicate.

However, if there is only one workstation, does it mean that all art-related work is done by one person?

Xiao Lan thought about the bewildered expressions of the players assigned to Art, and suddenly developed a feeling of admiration for this Miss Art, who had never met before.

This is a true almighty art master.

Players began to split up to find clues in this room.

Hu Zhai went to the window, Mu Yang walked to the computer, Cheng Wenyi was still addicted to the cat and his handsomeness.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked to the next bookcase, which was already covered with dust. He looked at the titles of the books above, most of them were collections of paintings, the most important of which were ghosts and myths, and some miscellaneous journals about ghosts and ghosts, which were basically materials.

However, there is not much related to "Hidden", and the information placed here should only be ordinary materials.

Just as he was about to leave, Luo noticed a small green bottle that looked like a perfume bottle in the uppermost corner. He reached out and handed it to Xiao Lan: "Here is a prop."

【Name: Green spray】

[Ability: Make doubts between collaborators, duration 2 minutes]

[Explanation: Wife, I'm back... here... what are you doing? ! 】

Xiao Lan: "..."

What a heart-wrenching prop, there seems to be a wonderful story behind it.

But if there is another case of being chased by a group of ghosts, this prop should be very useful, and they don't need to move things in the way.

He shook the bottle, there was still a lot of liquid in it, at least it could be used several times.

Xiao Lan put away the props, and the others did not say anything about it.

According to the default rules of the players, generally whoever finds the item belongs to whoever. If you don't want to conflict with the other party, don't object to the ownership, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation.

At this time, Hu Zhai found a picture frame and a bottle from the window, and he greeted the other players: "Come and see, this seems to be a picture of art."

The players walked over one after another.

They first looked at the photo frame. The photo was of a woman in a red dress. She had long black hair, a very good figure, and her appearance was of a gorgeous and delicate type. She was leaning against a man and smiling at the camera. The man held an umbrella in one hand and held her in his arms with the other. It was obvious that they were a couple.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but say: "It's so beautiful... It's such a pity to die so beautiful..."

Suddenly he realized that something was wrong. If he said this to the female ghost, it was very likely that the other party thought that he wanted a ghost marriage. Hell.

Why can't hold back for a while, no matter how beautiful it is, it's still an NPC, and it's still an NPC that died a long time ago!

Hu Zhai quickly covered his mouth, his face full of regret.

"Don't be nervous, she shouldn't come looking for you." As soon as Cheng Wen sounded with a somewhat arrogant lazy voice, he walked over unhurriedly and pointed at the man in the photo, "Have you seen this dress? There are only a few couture pieces made by well-known masters in a year."

He pointed to the umbrella in the man's hand again: "This is the built-in umbrella in a Rolls-Royce car, and it's about 100,000."

"Look at him again." Then Cheng Wenyi gestured with his fingertips at the man's handsome appearance and figure, and then looked down at the plump, round and elastic Hu mansion: "So, you are very safe."

Hu Zhai: "..."

Although Cheng Wenyi didn't say anything to belittle him, why did he feel that his knee hurt so much? Also, the lives of you rich people are really hard to understand.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but ask, "Why do you need a built-in umbrella in the car? Can't you prepare it yourself?"

Cheng Wenyi seemed a little puzzled: "Preparing it alone doesn't fit the car, and it's the driver's job."

Civilians: "..."

Ah, is there such a thing?

Mu Yang whispered, "Brother Cheng, you are just showing off your wealth."

Script 1: "..."

He took a deep breath and maintained his demeanor: "Add two more essays."

Shirley flicked her big fluffy tail: "Mi woo~"

Mu Yang: "..."

The punk boy may be the one who gets hurt the most in this game.

"Then... what about this?" Hu Zhai pointed to the bottle next to him. He didn't want to worry about the heart-wrenching topic of Miss Art's handsome boyfriend, so he quickly changed the subject.

The bottle that Hu Zhai pointed at was exquisite in shape, with delicate and lifelike patterns on it, and the liquid inside was a gem-like red.

Luo reached out and picked up the bottle that wasn't as big as a palm, checked the appearance, and opened the lid to smell it: "This is a bottle of perfume, and it should be a customized version in terms of appearance and workmanship."

He turned over the bottom of the perfume bottle: "There's a date on it, maybe it's Art's birthday, or something like the anniversary of their relationship."

Hu Zhai was surprised: "Can this be seen?"

Luo maintained an elegant and decent smile: "It's no problem to see too much. After all, the workmanship of the customized version is very different from the batch product."

Hu Zhai: "..."

What does it feel like to be hit again by invisible pretense?

Are all players so rich now? Did he invisibly lower the average income level of players... Hu Zhai fell into deep self-doubt for a while.

Seeing that the terrifying big monster finally moved away from Xiao Lan, Shirley's big blue eyes were bright, and it couldn't help sticking out its little furry claws, trying to touch Xiao Lan with its soft pink pads arm.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, it's getting closer...

Luo turned back suddenly, his sharp eyes swept in the direction of Shirley.

"Mi woo..." Xue Li, who was discovered by the big monster, withdrew her claws and claws, and lay back in Cheng Wenyi's arms.

Seeing that the pretender beside his master finally retreated, Luo Cai finally retracted his gaze with satisfaction.

Feeling Luo's gaze, Cheng Wenyi's eyes were cold - this guy is actually provoking him!

It is bearable, and it is unbearable!

——

After looking at the photo frame and perfume, the players continued to find it separately.

Shortly after.

Mu Yang, who was looking for clues in the computer, had clues, he pushed back his chair, pointed to a picture on the screen, and said, "This should be a setting draft for Yin, from the file name and time, it is the final draft."

There are a bunch of pictures in the folder, named setting-1, setting-2...final, final-1, final-2...

The name that was opened has reached the final final -23, which shows the frequent changes in the game production process.

On the screen, it was a bluish-gray translucent object with a shape similar to that of a human being, but the whole body was unnaturally swollen, like a floating corpse. , looks weird and disgusting.

And starting from the waist, its body gradually blurred, and when it reached the position close to the feet, it was nothing.

There are also clear three views and detailed pictures on the picture, so that even players who don't understand game production can clearly understand what it looks like.

Hu Zhai took a deep breath: "Hey...is this Yin? It looks so real..."

Mu Yang poked at the mouse with an unpleasant expression: "Even if you know what Yin looks like, it's useless, we can't see him."

Hu Zhai also realized this, and was a little mourned: "That's right..."

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since this clue can be found, it is not certain that there will be a chance to see the hidden in the future."

Mu Yang: "You mean the method to seal it?"

Xiao Lan nodded: "If we don't know what Yin Yin looks like, how can we make sure it's really what's sealed?"

Also, if it took a long time to seal the seal wrong, wouldn't it mean that everyone would have to wear the heart of the earth.

"Ziz-ZZZZZZZZZZ"

A strange sound came from the corner of the office.

The players turned their heads to look, and saw that the printer that had been quietly sitting in the corner lighted up automatically. You must know that now the players are all gathered next to the computer, and there is no one at the printer.

Under the eyes of the players, along with the printing sound of "Zizi", a piece of paper slowly came out of the paper outlet.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere, and blew the piece of paper directly from the paper outlet, all the way to the players.

On the paper is a black and white human face, with long hair, messy and lack of trimming, a thin face, with large dark circles under the eyes, and looks overly exaggerated.

As if the printing effect was not good, the face was covered with large black marks, which looked like dried blood and torn wounds.

There was a grim expression on that withered face, staring straight ahead, staring at the players.

One of the classic horror stories - the face of the printer.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but take a step back. Although he had experienced a lot of games, he was still not daring, and every time he faced these pictures, he still felt a little empty in his heart.

Mu Yang also took a step quietly and moved his body behind Cheng Wenyi. Even a rebellious punk boy would still be shy when encountering supernatural events.

Cheng Wen glanced at him with disgust in his eyes, but he did not push him away.

The players were silent for a while.

Seeing this, the printer became more and more reckless.

"Ziz-ZZZZZZZZZZ"

One after another identical faces came out of the printer.

The only difference is that the grimace above is getting bigger and bigger, as if a malicious ghost is approaching the paper and is about to come out of the paper.

The paper fluttered in the office with the wind from nowhere.

A piece of paper just flew to Xiao Lan's feet, and the moment Xiao Lan looked at each other, a smile slowly appeared on that face.

That smile was sullen, as if hiding great malice.

Luo raised his brows next to him and raised his feet with a smile——

He stepped on this face hard, and stepped back on his expanding smile.

By the time Luo's shoes left the paper, the hideous grimace was already a bit funny because of a footprint that took up half of his face.

grimace:"……"

"Printer, I should still remember how to fix it." Xiao Lan said softly and walked towards the printer.

He used to do office-related work, and because he was an intern, he was only exposed to some chores, and sometimes he was asked to repair printers and the like.

Although this job didn't take long, it was cold because of the loan sharks who came to make trouble.

Facing the flying paper, Xiao Lan walked all the way to the printer.

He stretched out his hand to open the cover of the printer, but the printer seemed to be protected by an unknown force.

However, a great miracle.

"Crack—" With Xiao Lan's efforts, the cover of the printer was lifted up, but it was lifted a little too far and directly separated from the main body.

Xiao Lan threw away the cover in his hand and found the ink cartridge of the printer accurately. That unknown force wanted to try to struggle, but it seemed very pitiful, weak and helpless.

"Crack—" The ink cartridge was also forcibly torn off by Xiao Lan.

Then, this guy ruthlessly threw all the paper out of the machine.

Then Xiao Lan folded his arms and stood aside, looking at the printer coolly, his eyes seemed to say, "If you have the ability, continue printing."

It's a pity that didn't gain any poverty value.

But I also know that Yin probably won't care about anything in this scene, after all, it even dares to kill its own creator.

I watched the whole process of Mu Yang & Hu Zhai: This guy is so ruthless, he has no respect for the classic horror episodes.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

It is also difficult for a clever ghost to print without ink and paper.

Seemingly provoked by Xiao Lan's actions, the wind in the air became manic, and a not-so-high shadow slowly climbed out of the printer, his eyes glared at Xiao Lan, as if he wanted to tear him apart. Broken into pieces.

Xiao Lan took out the [Dalit Bone] and prepared to fight.

At this moment, a slender and well-proportioned leg wearing red high-heeled shoes swept through the air, and the eight-centimeter stiletto heel kicked straight on the ghost face that appeared.

"Ow—" the male ghost let out a sharp scream.

It looks like it hurts for him.

Xiao Lan's movements were stagnant, what's the situation?

The owner of the red high-heeled shoes finally appeared slowly, with red clothes, black hair, and gorgeous features, but with a deep streak on his neck—the ghost of art.

She was dressed in red, and there was a black mist all over her body, as if her resentment had materialized.

Miss Art turned a blind eye to the players present, a bloody whip appeared from her hand, and she beat the male ghost who climbed out of the printer.

"Snapped"

"Snapped"

The sound of breaking air echoed in the office.

The ruthless degree of the art's shot made the bystanders shuddered, and they beat the other party screaming regret for being a ghost.

"This, this, this... what's the situation." Hu Zhai was stunned by the rude behavior of the beautiful young lady.

Cheng Wen reached out and scratched Xue Li's head: "I guess the one who was beaten was the planner."

Planning is the guy who fantasizes about art all day long, likes him, and changes his needs to make people work overtime repeatedly, and toss out the hidden, causing the death of other people's young ladies and sisters.

Hu Zhai's voice trembled: "Is the war between planning and art so bloody?"

Mu Yang stuck his head out from behind Cheng Wenyi: "Think about it, if you managed to get through a harsh boss, a rude co-worker, and a bald job. You can marry Bai Fumei right away, reach the pinnacle of your life, and end your life. You've been working overtime all day and night - and you're killed by the ghost that this guy made, and you're not angry."

Hu Zhai thought about it

I'm so angry, want to beat him to death.