Setting Sixty-One: The Supernatural Research Society (14)

Hyacinth was sitting in the closet with her knees in her chest. She saw the white-haired young man running out through the gap in the closet.

She reassured: This is no problem.

After a while, however, the ringtone representing death has not ended.

Hyacinth gradually found that she was not right. Unlike Shan Wei, who was in danger, she had been counting accurately.

——With only 17 seconds left, what is Pearl doing?

Unpredictable premonitions pervaded my heart, and hyacinth could no longer stay, and she quickly climbed out of the cabinet. After determining whether the ghost would come down at half past one, hyacinth hurried to the living room.

As soon as he entered the living room, hyacinth saw pearl milk tea sitting on the sofa. The phone kept ringing across the girl, and she didn't answer, but stared straight at it, her face turning pale.

"Why don't you answer?" Hyacinth asked with a split head, her voice was kept very low so as not to alarm the ghost.

After hearing the hyacinth's questioning, pearl milk tea seemed startled. She raised her head and glanced quickly at the hyacinth, and reached out to touch the phone.

"Sorry, I am scared ..."

Seeing this, hyacinth breathed a sigh of relief, she nodded with pearl milk tea, and was ready to return to her hiding place.

As soon as she turned around, Hyacinth saw the host, and she pushed her glasses subconsciously to cover up the emotions in her eyes.

The black-haired young man on the other side is really in line with the aesthetics of the girls. If this is the true face of the other party and the star journey, Hyacinth has no doubt that the women of the entire Federation will be crazy for him.

In particular, the dark-haired young man at this time leaked a hint of mellow aggression, his redness turned black, and his body was filled with soft pheromones.

Seeing the host's eyes crossed her looking at the pearl milk tea, the hyacinth was relieved fortunately or disappointedly. She just wanted to bypass the host, but heard the host say something.

"You won't answer."

Hyacinth stared back in horror at Pearl Milk Tea-the time for the ghost call to ring was 57 seconds.

Pearl milk tea pressed on the chattering phone, his bloodless lips froze, and said three words silently.

58 seconds.

--Sorry.

59 seconds.

Hyacinth rushed up, and she broke open the pearl milk tea, grabbed the phone microphone in fright, and put it in her ear.

"Whew, wow ..."

Hyacinth listened for a moment before realizing it was her breathing! After she subconsciously breathed, there was only silence on the phone.

Voice ... how about help? Hyacinth's hand holding the microphone trembled. What about the man who called for his wife to be killed and then beheaded?

Not at the other end of the phone, what is it ...?

A shadow fell, and the hyacinth looked up at the axe blade split from above, telling her simply and plainly:

--it's here.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Shan Ziwei clutched the door handle of the study. Although the ringing of the phone stopped, something must have happened under the scream. He was puzzled: wasn't the ghost led away by him? Why is hyacinth something wrong?

A shadow quickly swept through Shan Ziwei's field of vision, and Shan Ziwei jumped in his heart, and found that Rose's blood ran over. The girl's face was very tight. What happened was her last partner, and she had to go and see.

"Daddy bears are strong, mother bears are slim, and bear dolls are cute ..."

The alarm clock still sounded solidly, Shan Ziwei glanced at the ghost image shaking at the end of the corridor, and chased down the blood of Rose and ran downstairs.

Now who cares about hiding with this ghost and a hyacinth, the worst case is that setting 4 is excited!

[Setting 4: Your companion has triggered a ghost call. When the phone rings in the future, no one will answer within 1 minute, and the unsatisfied spirits will appear, killing the living one by one until no one survives. 】

Shan Ziwei had made the worst prediction, but when he arrived in the living room, what happened in the living room was beyond his imagination.

Shan Ziwei saw the host standing on the edge of the living room at the first glance. His heartbeat missed a half-beat, and his thoughts became more confused-not only because of what happened before, but also because he suddenly realized: yes, host The Great God sits on the first floor, why is there something wrong here?

Seeing that the host seemed to be aware of his arrival, Shan Zi Wei turned his gaze bluntly. He looked to the center of the living room, just to see the headless "Mr. Wei" holding up his axe. Under his axe, Rose Blood was holding hyacinths full of blood. :

"Why not answer the phone—"

Shan Ziwei looked at pearl milk tea in disbelief. He always thought it was an accident, but never thought it was artificial!

Pearl milk tea was as white as paper. She didn't say anything and hit "Mr. Wei" fiercely.

The headless person did not shake, the girl's impact had no effect on it, but the pearl milk tea that hit it frosted the skin. Shan Ziwei lifted his legs to come forward to rescue him, but was unable to move by the host-the man did not press hard, but just pressed his hands on Shan Ziwei's shoulders, and the white-haired youth stiffened from head to toe like a zombie with a sign.

With such an interruption, Shan Ziwei missed the opportunity to rescue the girls. Seeing that Rose Blood was about to die tragically under the axe of "Mr. Wei", a stiff smile appeared on the corner of the pearl milk tea, and the eyes turned red instantly.

Red eyes ... broken heart?

List Wei suddenly realized something, and he glanced at it—in the hands of pearl milk tea, a yellow sign with strange lines was drawn out of thin air.

"Wow--"

The yellow rune turned into a cyan flame and violently exploded, instantly swallowing the headless man and pearl milk tea. The nearest rose blood widened his eyes, watching the burning human figure slump back, growling and burning.

In the burning cyan, the painful and pleasant sound of pearl milk tea was burned by the fire, and the twisted marks were transpired.

"Simi ... Simi ... I avenge you ..."

Shan Zi Wei looked at all this dumbly, and he probably knew the reason why pearl milk tea didn't answer the phone-no one was more eager to see the "Mr. Wei" who killed Similu, even if it violated the setting. Revenge the ghost, even if it would be dangerous to other companions.

Although the girl was somewhat willful, she also solved the ghost call for others once and for all.

The cyan flame came and went quickly, and it soon burned out. The green flame that burned a ghost and a person did not even have ashes. Only the black and white chess set fell to the ground, showing the essence of the game. Shanzi Wei thought that because it was a game, pearl milk tea would revenge on ghosts like this. He silently got rid of the host's restraint. At this time, a certain nymphobia did not dare to let the host enter his field of vision. He didn't want to know what the other party thought about the pervert who insulted himself.

Both black and white chess were picked up by Rose's blood, and there was no objection. Shan Ziwei looked at the two white and black chess pieces in her hand, and the end of the hyacinth was self-evident. The foursome of the mysterious garden now had only one rose.

Shan Ziwei suddenly thought of a very serious problem. Currently, the only surviving players are Rose Blood, him and host. How should the next spiritual game "touch the wall" ...?

"Dug my eyes, I can still see you."

Opposite Rose Blood stiffened in place, staring straight at a direction behind Shan Ziwei. Shan Ziwei's Han Mao stood up instantly, and he suddenly found that he didn't seem to have to worry about not having enough "touching the wall", because whether they could finish playing hide and seek was a question!

"Closing my ears, I can still hear you."

It's too close, it's really too close, the dead song echoes in the living room, and the death knell of the three of them is ringing in close proximity.

Shan Ziwei blinked his sweaty eyes and played hide-and-seek with them-in the living room?

"Without my feet, I can still walk to you."

Shan Ziwei really heard "clicking" footsteps, coming downstairs and approaching ... Wait, Shanzi Wei suddenly found something wrong, and the ballad echoed clearly in the ear, why are the ghost's footsteps so distant?

Shan Wei turned back suddenly and found that the dead song was not sung by the ghost, but was transmitted from the TV!

"No mouth, I can still pray for you."

The TV at this time is no longer a snowflake, and some black and white pictures are played in the shadows. Someone was singing the lament slowly with a very gentle voice.

"Broken my arms, I will still hug you—"

Shan Ziwei's heart relaxed and the snowflakes on TV disappeared, which meant that the hide-and-seek hide-and-seek was finally over.

But ghosts don't think so.

The long-legged ghost doll stood with a long knife at the entrance of the living room, staring straight at the people in the living room.

The picture on the TV seemed to have changed. Shan Ziwei didn't have time to watch at all. He stared nervously at the ghost doll and groaned again with that gentle voice: "dig my eyes, I can still see you."

As if to explain this sentence, the ghost-free eyes of the ghost doll suddenly rolled down from the eye sockets and fell to the ground into blood. This situation not only scared the players, but even the ghost dolls were stunned.

"Closing my ears, I can still hear you."

The ghost doll's black hole and ears flowed out of indigo black liquid with the poem, it seemed to realize something, and began to crookedly approached Shan Ziwei and his party.

Shan Ziwei backed in horror with the others, and within a few steps, he saw the ghost doll falling straight to the ground, and his knee seemed to be chopped by a stick and broken. The voice on TV followed slowly:

"Without my feet, I can still walk to you."

The ghost baby who fell to the ground raised his fuzzy head, and shouted at the players opposite him: "A ghost! A ghost! I will play with you ... I will play with you ... Titicaca ... Let me Play with you ... Ah— "

Its unpleasant sound came to an abrupt end, and the sound on television filled its gap.

"No mouth, I can still pray for you."

Shan Ziwei's head rumbling, he looked at his companion in amazement, but looked at the same astonishment with Rose Blood.

--they? A ghost?

Seeing that the target did not respond, the ghost doll straightly twisted its upper body. It was unable to speak or walk, but it still stuck out its hands to the players, as if trying to catch or hug the person it shouted. The dead song also came to an end.

"Broken my arms, I will still hug you ..."

The ghost baby's hand fell to the ground and never moved again.

Shan Zi Wei shook his lips. He slowly moved his gaze to the TV. The TV content seemed to be coming to an end. In the black-and-white mottled picture, one person was buried in the urn by two fuzzy black shadows and buried in place. The pale limbs and organs were scattered everywhere, just like the ghost dolls in the living room.

Digging eyes, filling ears, cutting tongues, amputating limbs, is this ... man?

Human sting is a type of torture that turns people into pigs, that is, digging people's eyes to make them blind; injecting copper into the ears to make them deaf; pouring peony into the throat to cut off the tongue so that it can't speak; Chop off the limbs so that they cannot walk. For the first time, Shan Ziwei heard that he almost didn't spit it out. To what extent can a person's malice reach, he would invent such a terrible punishment.

There was a cricket here ... Shan Ziwei felt familiar, and he suddenly remembered: The torture also appeared in that book of Strange People!

The fierce house-people's concubines-people's jade-Su Shi ... Shan Ziwei was a little trembling with excitement. I didn't expect that the book I found accidentally strung everything together. He just wanted to announce his findings to others, but found Rose rose quietly away from him.

Seeing Shan Wei looking at her, Qiang blood clasped her arms and whispered, "Among us, there are" ghosts. "

Although it is "we", the eyes of Rose Blood are firmly on Shan Wei. Shan Ziwei stayed: The ghost doll just shouted "A ghost" to them, but why would Rose Blood suspect him?

Rose Blood seems to see Shan Ziwei's doubts, and also to win host, asking Shan Ziwei: "Why do you know these ancient spiritual games? Why are you so familiar with this ancient house and know which cabinet? Is there a baby in it? "

tf ... Shan Ziwei suddenly discovered that the system dug a big pit for him to jump. He couldn't say that the board was paying tribute to a certain misunderstanding and he happened to play that game, so he knew, and it was hard to say that he was born two hundred years ago. Has ancient experience. He was so "mysterious" that other people really looked suspicious.

"I'm not 'A ghost'." Shan Ziwei complained, "I know who the true 'A ghost' is."

He took out the "Biography of Strange People" and turned it to the biography of "Renyu", which he showed to everyone.

"'Su style fears its fierceness, and the town will use the fierce house, but it is too late.'" Shan Wei Wei read "Jade" and pointed to a TV with a black screen. Where is the old Manda house? "

"The ghost doll just called 'A Ghost', I think it actually called a ghost on TV. Its predecessor was Su-style human jade, which turned into a ghost because it was made into a man, and Manda's ancient house was designed to suppress it. It was established. From the servant's diary, we can see that the children of the Wei family called it out and called it 'A ghost'. "

Shan Ziwei took a deep breath and slowly revealed his final guess.

"In this house, in addition to the family of three, there is this fourth ghost, which should be the true 'master' of this ancient house."

After speaking, Shan Ziwei was shocked first, I'm afraid he has contacted this hidden boss several times, whether it is the exhalation of a "mirror ghost", a note on the table or the ghost's hand holding the heart. Each other's handwriting.

Rose blood glanced at the host, hoping that the young brunette could comment. However, she was disappointed, and the host remained silent from beginning to end. A pair of black eyes looked at the white-haired young man, without saying believe or believe.

Rose's blood pursed her lips and said to Shan Wei, "This book is from you."

Shan Ziwei understands her meaning. If he is "A ghost", this house is his home field, and it should not be too easy for him to do anything.

Shan Zi Wei was not angry. He took out a pen and paper and raised an eyebrow at Qiangwei's blood: "Play with pen fairy."

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