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Chapter 139 Mingyue Pavilion (2)
Saying goodbye to Qi Ning for a while, Xiao Lan and the two headed towards the location of the room indicated by the housekeeper.
Because it is a private residence, although there are many rooms in Mingyue Pavilion, they do not have room numbers like hotels.
At the same time, don't know if it's the crow's personal hobby. All the doors look exactly the same and look very neat.
to the location of the room.
The housekeeper probably saw that the two came together, so their rooms were arranged very close, just next door.
The room is clean and tidy, with a retro feel of the Republic of China.
Crow did not have to modify the interior decoration a lot, only repaired the damaged parts, installed modern furniture, and tried to maintain the same style as the house.
I have to say, this is a very tasteful place.
If... not rumored to be haunted.
Xiao Lan and Luo entered their rooms respectively.
Xiao Lan checked the furnishings in the room.
It looks like a high-end guest room with a separate bathroom, except for the bookcase that occupies an entire wall.
This bookcase is on the wall near the door and can only be seen when you enter the room.
The bookcase is filled with all kinds of horror novels, from different authors, with different ages and themes.
Xiao Lan also found the crow's book in it.
Crow is indeed a well-known horror writer, and his books alone occupy a whole row on the bookshelf, and they are in the most conspicuous position, which is almost level with the line of sight.
With this amazing output, it seems that the crow teacher not only writes fast, but also has a guaranteed quality.
No wonder it has gained such popularity.
It's completely different from the guy who stops and runs to play mahjong, making readers feel resentful and even want to send blades.
Xiao Lan casually flipped through Raven's book.
The contents of these novels are all bizarre and grotesque. He seems to like to describe the pictures of people dying miserably under the tricks of ghosts. The brushstrokes are vivid and delicate, so that almost people who have read them can restore these pictures in their minds.
The crow also likes to use the Blizzard Villa mode, and many of them describe the process of a group of people coming to a closed environment and then dying separately.
This made Xiao Lan think of the players who were fans of books. They were also gathered in a big house for a common goal.
After roughly reading these novels, Xiao Lan found that none of the crow's stories had a happy ending.
The characters in his stories basically end in total annihilation after experiencing panic and pain. Even if there are survivors, they are either insane, possessed, or controlled to become ghost-like beings.
Xiao Lan closed the book and looked at the row of horror novels in front of her, feeling that they could also be named "A Thousand Ways to Die for the Protagonist".
Book fans specially summoned, haunted private houses, novels recording ghosts and various ways of dying...
I always feel that players are like coming to an appointment with no return.
Speaking of which, Xiao Lan didn't seem to find the return ticket in her luggage.
Is this the self-cultivation of chives?
Knowing that there may be a problem with the invitation letter he received, but out of his fanatical love for Teacher Crow, he is still willing to give it away in a thousand rounds.
If that's not love...
Leaving the bookcase, Xiao Lan found a hardcover book on the desk in her room.
The book is leather, the binding is very beautiful, and the workmanship is also very good.
But there is no text on the cover of the book, just a clock-like ring pattern.
The pattern is delicate, the Art Nouveau style that was popular in the 1820s, full of curvilinear decorative aesthetics.
However, this is not a clock, there are thirteen squares on the ring, and there are no numerals representing the time.
Xiao Lan whispered softly, "What does this represent?"
When opened the book, it was still blank.
This thing seems more like a sketchbook for drawing than a book.
Just extra luxurious.
"Sir." At this time, Luo walked into the room.
Xiao Lan asked, "What's the gain?"
Luo showed him the book that looked exactly the same in his hand.
Xiao Lan compared the books of the two of them: "It seems that everyone has this, and it probably has something to do with customs clearance."
Lowe continued: "I've read all the books on the shelf, and the crow's description of how to die is the most interesting."
Xiao Lan was no longer surprised by Luo's reading speed.
As long as he wants to, he can finish reading a book in an instant. The usual way of turning pages slowly is just a way of leisure for him.
Xiao Lan said: "I hope these methods of death will not be tested on us."
Luo: "But the probability is really high."
Xiao Lan said confidently: "...If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between a person and a salted fish."
Luo kept smiling: "Just be happy."
According to the relationship between the high-level players that Qi Ning had mentioned before, Xiao Lan had no intention of visiting the same players at all.
Originally, from the mid-level field, the players were in their own way, and in the high-level field, there were still players killing each other. If the expectation of intermediate players of other players is not to cause me trouble, then the relationship between advanced players is probably to be wary of each other.
The possibility of cooperation is extremely low, not to mention that it is good luck not to encounter the possibility of killing people.
Seeing that there was nothing left to investigate in the room, Xiao Lan turned her attention back to the blank book.
Anyway, if you are idle, you are idle, why don't you study it?
Book:β¦β¦
It feels a little bit chilly.
Then he saw Xiao Lan pick up the flowers in the vase on the table and try to drop a drop of water on the blank page.
The water droplets seemed to be dripping on the waterproof surface. They only condensed into a drop of water, with no intention of penetrating in. Xiao Lan casually brushed the pages of the book, and the water droplets on it fell to one side.
Tried the ink, same result.
Xiao Lan: "It seems that this book is not for players to write."
He tried to tear it carefully again, but it still didn't move.
Lighter, book does not respond.
Boiling water, the book is still strong.
Xiao Lan was relieved: "It seems that this is a very difficult item to destroy, but I don't worry about accidental damage."
Since it's not a fragile thing, it can throw off its arms and fight when it's time to fight.
Luo still kept smiling, but he felt that his husband was just bored.
Book:β¦β¦
You are relieved! But I am not happy at all! !
This player, can you please respect the key items! ! !
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Dinner was delivered to the respective rooms by the housekeeper.
After the meal, the two strolled around Mingyue Pavilion again, but they couldn't see anything wrong. Now Mingyue Pavilion looks like a beautiful and unique ordinary building.
They can even go out and walk around, which is incredibly free.
There is absolutely no other game field's "enter, don't think about leaving" posture.
But the surrounding residents did not provide any more detailed information than the handbook.
After dark, they still returned to Mingyue Pavilion.
After all, game clearance is the most important thing. The danger must exist in Mingyue Pavilion, but the method of clearance is also here.
Walking outside all the time can probably avoid danger, but it is also insulated from customs clearance.
Xiao Lan ran to wash up early to get ready to sleep.
No matter whether the danger comes tomorrow or in the middle of the night, it is the most practical way to take a good rest tonight.
As soon as Xiao Lan opened the bathroom door, he saw a black cat lying on his pillow.
I don't know how he slipped here, and he didn't seem to want to leave.
Xiao Lan: "..."
He hasn't slept with Luo since he kissed Luo.
Suddenly, he was a little embarrassed even in cat form!
Luo didn't seem to notice: "Sir, come and rest, I will watch the night."
Xiao Lan calmed down on the surface and lay down under the covers.
After turning off the light, he closed his eyes and forced himself to clear the messy thoughts in his mind.
At this moment, Luo's voice whispered in his ear: "Are you nervous, sir?"
Xiao Lan: "..."
Can you stop telling the truth?
Luo smiled softly: "Don't think too much, I won't do anything, everything in the game is based on your safety."
But he seemed to be doing it on purpose. Hearing the deep laughter in his ears made Xiao Lan feel that the pinna of his ears was slightly itchy, and the tips of his ears were a little hot.
Xiao Lan expressed that he did not want to speak, and took another pillow on the bed to cover the black cat inside.
Out of sight is pure!
Luo: "..."
Mr. has changed, and I am no longer his cute kitty cat.
After the ears were clear, Xiao Lan finally fell into a deep sleep.
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When his eyes felt the light, Xiao Lan thought it was dawn.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a somewhat familiar and unfamiliar ceiling.
The mottled ceiling was stained with water and mildew, and there was a damp smell in the air, and the bed board under him was shaking slightly, as if it would fall apart with a little more effort.
This is the bed that leaked air and rain around where he once lived for a long time!
At that time, he was so poor that he could only rent a bed, not only the worst one, but also often being scorned by the stingy and mean landlord.
Thinking about it, it seems like a long time ago.
How could he come here?
Xiao Lan sat up, the old bed made an overwhelmed creaking sound, and shook it twice, but finally stabilized.
The room was empty, there was no one else but him, and Luo was nowhere to be seen.
Xiao Lan tried to call Luo, but there was no response.
This is not the first time that such a situation has been encountered. Guessing that it is probably an independent space or a situation that can only accommodate one person, Xiao Lan is not panic at all.
Xiao Lan looked around and saw that the surrounding beds were also empty.
He remembered that the room seemed to be in poor condition. Even if it was the cheapest, few people would choose a bed here. After all, it was only three yuan or five cheaper.
Yes, that stingy landlord has to care about three yuan and five.
But at that time Xiao Lan was short of the three dollars and five?
- He is missing!
So this shabby place has almost become his own room.
Xiao Lan walked around the room and saw nothing special, but couldn't open the door of the room.
He checked the window again.
The windows that could not block the wind or the rain were still as shaky as they remembered, but they seemed to be protected by an unknown force and could not be destroyed by violence at all.
It was as if this place had suddenly become a secret room.
Xiao Lan turned around and started to search the room again.
This time he checked very carefully, the game will not set a link that cannot be escaped, so there must be a flaw here.
Fortunately, poverty made him almost have no desires. Xiao Lan is not a person who likes to hoard and collect. There are not many things in the room, and it can even be said that there are very few.
Xiao Lan is extremely fortunate that she does not have a hobby of picking up junk, otherwise it may be a lot of trouble to search.
He checked these beds first, and carefully compared every detail with what he remembered.
Suddenly, he felt a sense of being watched.
After a long time of combat training, his senses have become more acute.
Now he can not only feel being watched, he can know the approximate location of the watcher even without Luo Lai's help in the search.
Xiao Lan turned around and looked overβ
The room was so shabby and poor, and empty, that there was nowhere to hide.
The position where the line of sight was projected was only a small broken bed.
The bed was so torn that the board was leaking, the batting on it was full of holes, and the headboard of the bed had fallen in half. The only place to hide something was under the dark bed.
Poverty is sometimes a treasure.
Especially when you are so poor that you have nowhere to hide.
Xiao Lan took out the [Dalit Bone] and walked to the broken bed.
He slammed the stick on the ground with a "bang" and said, "Do you come out on your own or do I do it?"
That posture, like a cub running across the street.
It was quiet under the bed, no movement at all.
Xiao Lan didn't talk nonsense, and directly waved a stick and swept under the bed.
"boom"
A white object was swept out directly by this stick, and was shot flying against the wall under Xiao Lan's tremendous force.
It was only then that Xiao Lan could see that this thing was a human-shaped thing. It had no facial features on its head, and its limbs were human-like, but there should be a long tongue growing from its mouth.
The ground touched by the tongue was corroded with green smoke, and if it fell on a person, the effect would be more serious.
But looking at this fragile small body, it must be a sneak attack.
As a melee player who is used to being straight ahead, what Xiao Lan is most afraid of is this little crispy skin.
Before the monster got up, Xiao Lan rushed to the front and knocked it down again, then pressed its long tongue and stepped on its back to make it unable to move.
Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, do you know how to get out of here?"
The monster raised its hair and roared.
Xiao Lan asked again, but still no response.
The monster had no will to communicate and even tried to attack him.
It seems that although this thing looks like a person, it is a guy with no communication ability, and it has nothing to do with whether it has its tongue pressed.
This time Xiao Lan was not polite. With one stick after another, he directly knocked out its last human figure.
The monster that turned into a lump of dough shrank pitifully on the tattered floor and gradually disappeared.
After eliminating the monster, Xiao Lan checked the room again.
Nothing was different in other places, and he returned to his bed again.
Here he had checked once before and found nothing.
Whether it was the pillow that was suspected to have been bitten by the dog, the bed sheet and quilt cover that were about to be washed, or even the flat mattress.
But there seems to be a place...
This time Xiao Lan turned the whole bed over, revealing the rusted bed frame, and the whole bed made a screaming sound.
Then he saw a hundred dollars in the gap of the bed frame.
One hundred dollars!
Xiao Lan smiled: "How could there be money under my bed."
Poverty is such confidence.
He picked up the fake one hundred dollars that was incompatible with the whole room, and squeezed it hard.
One hundred pieces were like they were made of glass and shattered.
The familiar dilapidated room around it began to gradually disappear.