Stop pretending!You are an SSS-level beast master

It was a piercing scream, and it sounded like a woman's voice!
There is no doubt that what is shown on TV is still a horror movie...

"Depend on!"

Kurosawa's tail twitched violently, and he cursed loudly. He turned into a lightning-like black shadow, tapped on the remote control instantly, and turned off the TV.

Its actions relieved the dullness in the room a little.

"That... should we do something?"

Holding the silver fire dragon in her arms, Du Ruo said with a slightly trembling voice.

"for example?"

The consultant didn't even think about it, subconsciously took the words and asked.

As a result, Du Ruo didn't seem to have any thinking ability at this time, and fell silent again.

In this room, the three people who talked a lot, the consultant, Du Ruo, and Heize, were all under fear.

The slime who has no sense of fear can't speak.

At this moment, 'Big Brother' finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"You didn't eat this morning, why don't you go out to eat something first, and then think about finding that Dr. Fuji?"

Silver Fire Dragon's voice was old and deep, giving people a sense of security at such a time.

Also, what it says makes sense.

Whether it's to satisfy your hunger or to find Dr. Fuji for a badge, this is a very important thing.

It's just that the consultants didn't care about these things, but...the word 'go out'.

Under the influence of the story just now, their only thought now is, run!
"I change clothes!"

"I pack my things!"

"I... I'll be with you!"

After just a few minutes, the few people who had finished their preparations left room 213 of the hotel and went downstairs.

The consultant was holding slime, with Heize wrapped around his neck, beside Du Ruo, who was out of breath, and the silver fire dragon in her arms.

I don't know if it is a psychological reason.

After leaving the hotel room, the consultant even felt that the temperature outside was a little higher than in the room.

But in fact there is not much difference, the consultants still feel extremely cold.

In order to find a popular place as soon as possible, the consultants and the others did not search carefully, they searched for a good-looking early shop and walked in.

Although this time is not the time to eat breakfast, the business of this store is still very hot, with many people coming in and out.

Seeing people, the consultant and the others relaxed a little, found a place to sit down, ordered something casually, and then let out a long breath.

"Ahem, actually I'm not afraid, it's just that this human has affected my emotions!"

As soon as he left the hotel, Kurosawa immediately recovered part of his nature, wrapped his body around the consultant's shoulders, and said weakly with his head on the table.

It can be seen that although its mouth is very hard, other places have not yet hardened, such as its guts.

The consultant didn't bother to argue with Kurosawa, he looked at Du Ruo in front of him, and patted her arm.

Du Ruo's face was a little pale, she seemed to be frightened by the story just now, and she was still recovering.

"Here comes the buns, and your porridge!"

A rough voice came from the side.

This is the owner of this breakfast shop, a middle-aged man in his thirties.With a few drawers of steamed stuffed buns in one hand and two bowls of porridge in the other, he nimbly passed through the tables and chairs and put the food on the consultants' and their tables.

This breakfast shop is not big, and all the work is done by the boss and a shadow-stomping beast kneading dough at the door.

The consultant took a steamed bun casually, but his expression changed after being burned, and he hurriedly stuffed it into Kuisawa's mouth.

Kurosawa seemed to be fine, he caught it in one gulp, and slowly gnawed... the stuffing.

Du Ruo didn't have any appetite, so he sipped the porridge bit by bit while holding the bowl.

In order to ease the tense atmosphere, the consultant took the initiative to chat a few words casually.

It's just that after the topic was opened, before I knew it, I finally returned to the hotel just now.

"Consultant, did you say that something like that really happened in Room 213?"

Du Ruo put down the porridge bowl, looked at the consultant anxiously and asked.

He smiled and shook his head, comforting softly: "Didn't Luo Chunyu tell you all? It's just a story, don't be nervous."

"That's right, how can there be ghosts in this world, stupid woman, your IQ is too low?!"

Kurosawa on the side muttered a few words, and after chewing for a long time to pick out the stuffing of the buns, he passed the taste in his mouth and spit it out again:
"Bah, leek and egg, it's disgusting!"

"Tsk, you're even more disgusting."

The consultant glared at Kurosawa and cursed casually.

The gag between the two of them made Du Ruo a little more at ease.

But at this moment, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop heard their conversation, walked over with interest, and looked at them:
"How many of you... live in room 213 of the hotel upstairs?"

The consultant, Du Ruo, and Heize looked at each other, and turned to look at the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop together, without saying a word.

The boss didn't feel cold, and said to himself.

"Let me tell you, the house you live in is haunted!"

Advise them: "..."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop continued, "A few years ago, many people died in that house, it's terrible!"

The consultants blinked their eyes, but remained silent.

Boss: "I heard that it was couples like you who died!"

"In the beginning it was just hanging, but the more people died later, the more grievances became."

"The people who died later, their deaths were more miserable than the other. They either hanged themselves or..."

The consultant couldn't bear it anymore, and interrupted the boss softly: "We are eating."

"Oh, I'm sorry," the boss realized something, smiled and waved his hands, "Eat, eat."

The boss said, turned around and planned to leave.

The faces of the consultants on the table became gloomy again, and even Kurosawa froze.

"That... What Luo Chunyu said is true?!"

Du Ruo stopped eating the porridge and squeezed the spoon tightly.

This time, the consultant and Kurosawa didn't speak, and didn't have time to speak.

Because the steamed stuffed bun shop owner came back just now.

He raised his thick eyebrows, looked at the consultants with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and asked:
"I heard you mentioned Miss Luo just now?"

"Ok?"

The consultant and the others immediately looked at the boss, waiting for him to speak.

The boss took a bite of a bun in his hand, and said casually in a casual manner:

"The one who has lived here the longest is Miss Luo."

"Oh, she is such a good girl, not only has a good personality and a kind heart, but also loves to eat my buns."

"By the way, she is also pretty. If you live in Room 213, you should have seen her."

The reason why the consultant and Du Ruo were terrified was because of Luo Chunyu's story.

At this time, when they heard the owner of the bun shop mention Luo Chunyu, they immediately pricked up their ears and asked:
"Uncle, do you know Luo Chunyu? I heard that she works in the hotel upstairs."

The boss nodded as it should, and said, "That's right, and she's only in charge of Room 213."