When the first ray of sunlight in the early morning shines through the glass windows and enters the lobby on the first floor of the apartment, the three players who were awakened by the system early have gathered downstairs.

The front desk on the first floor was empty, and the apartment manager was still absent.

"How did you sleep last night?" Lin You asked, "Is there anything in the room?"

Geng Qinghe: "Uh, no."

He suffered until the ten o'clock in the appointment, but fortunately, when he lay down nervously, he closed his eyes and it was this time, and he hurried downstairs to gather.

"Neither on my side..." Jian Mingjia just responded, and suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the words, "Wait a second, I suddenly asked if it was something you encountered?"

"Yes," Lin You said, "but I slept well."

Geng Qinghe: "..."

Concise Jia: "..."

No, no, no, this can't be described just with great heart, right?

"It's all haunted, are you still sleeping in that room?!" Jian Mingjia said in disbelief, "I know you are not afraid, but you hide it symbolically, come and squeeze with me?"

"It's okay, nothing happened."

Lin You consoled her in turn.

"I discussed it with her, and then she stopped."

Geng Qinghe, who had witnessed the actions of a whole copy of her, had a bad premonition, "...to discuss?"

The next second, this hunch became true.

"Well," Lin You said, "a little girl was making trouble in the mirror. I turned the mirror upside down and started smashing the mirror. I took the nails and asked her to choose whether to be quiet or I just nailed it against the wall. dead."

"She chose the first one." She spread her hands.

".................."

Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.

"My worry is really superfluous," Jian Mingjia said quietly, "if I were that ghost, I would also be afraid of her."

——It's just the devil.

Geng Qinghe vigorously nodded in agreement.

"It's done, what about the next step?"

Jian Mingjia asked: "Where do we start?"

"Last night's voice was a little girl," Lin You said, "I wonder if this will also have something to do with the missing children-since they are all residents of this town, I just go to their home and ask hello."

Following the direction she was pointing, the missing person notice posted on the telephone pole had Henry Davis's name written on it, followed by the home contact information and address.

The pace of life here is quite slow. After they chatted for a while, only a few pedestrians were still seen on the street, even if the sun had brightened the horizon.

The small town was built on the hill, and under the sun, the forest surrounding the town faded a little bit terribly. But looking at the distant mountain, Lin You suddenly vaguely saw a tall and thin figure standing there.

He was light, dark, and far away, unable to see the specific appearance.

"Why are you still standing?"

Jian Mingjia, who had taken two steps, turned around and asked, "Not going anymore?"

"It's nothing," Lin You looked back, catching up with them in two steps, "Let's go."

*

Henry's house is near the center of the town. After asking two pedestrians on the road, he easily found this family.

Ring the doorbell and a blonde woman came out to answer the door.

Seeing these three strangers, she looked a little surprised, "You..."

"...Cough," said Geng Qinghe, who was pushed to stand at the forefront, according to the negotiated lines, "can we talk to you about Henry?"

For a moment, a trace of hope appeared on the opponent's face as if finally grabbing the driftwood in the ocean, but he was more afraid of hearing some bad results and extremely resisted. She struggled for a long time, and finally asked: "Is there any news from him?"

"Ah, no."

Geng Qinghexin said that he was still not good at dealing with this situation, and he hurriedly said: "We just have a friend—"

"People we know are investigating these," Lin You said, "now he...so he wants to continue to investigate."

What she implied was the man who lived in the apartment before her. She intuitively felt that he had really found something. The parents of these children might know him—after all, they had to pass by them to get a clue.

Lin You noticed a flash of panic in the blonde woman's expression.

"Are you friends of Miller?" she asked.

——It seems that the bet is right.

Lin You nodded quickly.

"That, that's no wonder, his business..." The blonde woman sighed, "I'm sorry."

She stepped away, "Come in and chat."

This looks like Henry's mother. Mrs. Davis led the way, and Geng Qinghe asked quietly from behind, "What happened to Miller?"

"It's a pity to say everything," Jian Ming Jia stared at him with hatred of iron and steel, "80% is dead, no matter how good it is, it is either crazy or disabled."

"Although I want to find Henry too."

Mrs. Davis spoke suddenly in front, and the two of them were all startled, for fear that their volume hadn't been suppressed enough for her to hear some of their whispers behind their backs. Fortunately, she continued speaking, not as if she had heard it.

"But since you are an outsider, I still advise you not to investigate," Mrs. Davis said. "Miller... is an example. You will only get yourself in by doing this."

Lin You's heart is really what she thinks.

"We care more about the truth," she replied, "so if you have any clues, please show us."

Mrs. Davis gave her a deep look.

"Wait for me in the living room, I'll be right back."

Henry's house is a standard middle-class. The living room is spacious and bright, with firewood crackling in the fireplace next to the soft leather sofa. Under the slight light of the fire, the few papers that Mrs. Davis took back were a bit weird.

"Henry started painting these pictures before he disappeared," she said, "I didn't take it to heart... until that day he never went home again, and some people said they saw him walk into the forest alone."

Lin You picked up one of them.

The seven-year-old boy's handwriting was still very clumsy. He drew some trees crookedly with colored crayons, with two people standing in the middle. The short stature may be himself. Even if he doesn't paint well, he can still tell that he is a cute normal child.

In this contrast, the one holding his hand next to him is too strange.

It looked like a man in a black suit. He was more than twice as tall as the little boy, his hands and feet were abnormally long, and a few tentacles stretched out behind him.

His face was blank, with no facial features.

Other paintings are similar, and this man is always indispensable near or far.

"so……"

Leaving Henry's house, Geng Qinghe said anxiously: "Not really, right...?"

He usually fears and wants to watch horror movies-otherwise he would not come to play "Box". But because the courage is really limited, and the ability to replenish the brain is very strong, I really have the courage to watch so few.

Both hands can count.

But if it was those little stories, he had also heard of them.

"It must be." Jian Mingjia responded, "This painting is almost certainly a lanky ghost."

He is arguably one of the most famous urban legends in the United States.

The tall and thin man who lives as his name often wanders in the forest. He has extremely long limbs and no clear facial features on his head.

No one knows what his motives are, and he might stare at someone—usually a child—for no reason, and pretend to approach friendly before taking them away.

Then there were cases of missing children.

Occasionally there will be adults, he will make them become paranoid, nosebleeds, or appear again, still around them or in nightmares again and again, torturing them until they are on the verge of collapse and kidnapped to the forest.

"I heard that sometimes corpses left by elongated ghosts are found."

Lin You said.

"The victim was pricked alive on a branch and bleeding to death."

"You mean," Jian Mingjia looked strange, and this description made her feel a little uncomfortable. "Henry his mother said it was a pity, is it because he already..."

Geng Qinghe opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time.

"Well, Miller should have been spotted by the lanky ghost during the investigation." Lin You thought, "but the children have not been found dead or alive."

Otherwise, Mrs. Davis would not have that attitude.

"Then the problem comes."

Successfully imagined the scene when Miller was killed, and a cool breath rushed to Geng Qinghe's back, "If we check it down, will it also..."

"Isn't this obvious?" Jian Mingjia complained.

Lin You cleared her throat and successfully attracted the attention of the two.

"—To be precise," she said, "is already being watched. I saw him at the top of the mountain in the morning looking at this side."

... Fuck? ? ? ?

"Don't worry, listen to me."

In the two of them, "Fucking, it's too late to run now", "Is the forest all around here really running out?", "Is it really okay to be stared at the level of lanky ghosts when you come up? In the desperate eyes of "C-level Ben is trying the water", Lin You leisurely took out the note, "Although it is just a guess, I should be the only one being targeted.

Geng Qinghe said that this is still terrible, how could he hear a little eagerness in this tone.

The big guy is really a big guy, unpredictable, unpredictable.

"I thought ‘Don’t let him find you’ just one of the clues, but now, this ‘you’ should be a warning to me."

"The player who gets the information he left in Miller's room will also become the victim of being selected by the lanky ghost." Lin You said, "If this player dies, it will be his turn to track down the next person— —I guess it’s such a setting."

"Then, since the first one chose me..."

Jian Mingjia always thinks her words are a bit meaningful.

really--

"Everyone, don't lie to each other."

Lin You spoke seriously again.

"I am going to take this opportunity to get his card."

she was! It is very likely that this will soon usher in the first R-rated card in his life!

Jian Mingjia/Geng Qinghe: "........................Huh?"

At that moment, seeing her gearing up, the two of them were almost at the same time, instinctively, there was sympathy from the heart.

——To the lanky ghost.