Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

Went up to the fourth floor.

Chen Xun came to the door of Room 401.

But at this moment, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Room 405.

There, the door was open, and a pair of eyes looked over from the door.

"Bang!"

The next second, the door was closed.

"What a strange person."

Chen Xun shook his head, then opened the door and walked into Room 401.

Sitting on the head of the bed, Chen Xun also found two items of clues to the main task from the other two players.

Half a photo, and a notebook.

There are two people in that half photo.

One big and one small.

But because the photo only has the lower half.

Chen Xun didn't know what the two people in the photo looked like.

But Chen Xun was sure that the murderer must be in this photo.

Chen Xun had seen what Ah Tu looked like.

So this photo didn't really mean much.

Chen Xun opened the remaining notebook.

There were densely written words inside:

"She is beautiful, dances well, and even sings beautifully."

"But this kind of beauty has also brought unprecedented disasters to her life."

"That day, a young male teacher came to the kindergarten to teach painting, and she soon fell in love with this young male teacher."

"Unfortunately, she didn't know that she was actually a mistress."

"The man abandoned her, but she found out that she was pregnant."

"It's the man's child."

January 2008.

Chen Xun continued to flip back.

"It's ridiculous that she actually gave birth to the child with that man."

September 2008.

"Is this about Ah Tu's life experience?" Chen Xun was silent.

But it seems that Ah Tu is also a victim.

Then, the next one:

"They poured gasoline on them."

"Haha, the flames were gorgeous and beautiful."

"Even the sins dissipated with the flames."

May 2014.

The clues of this notebook end here.

Who is burned by the flames?

Is it the scumbag couple?

Chen Xun doesn't know, and he doesn't know.

But now Chen Xun can be sure that A Tu should be the murderer in the main mission.

Even if he is not, he is related to this murderer.

......

In the early morning, the gray fog seemed to be melted by the sun.

"Dong~Dong~"

The alarm clock rang.

Chen Xun glanced at the time.

5:40.

There are still 20 minutes before the gathering time.

But Chen Xun didn't plan to go downstairs.

Now he is a school director.

According to the dean, even the vice dean has to listen to his orders.

So, whoever wants to do the temporary work can do it.

Maybe if he works by himself, he will break the rules.

As long as he doesn't work, the vice dean can't do anything to him, but he can live longer.

Thinking like this, Chen Xun lay on the bed for a while.

Prepare to go to the archives of the kindergarten today to see if there is any information about Ah Tu back then.

Opened his eyes again.

6:10.

Well... it seems that he can't sleep.

Then Chen Xun took out the mysterious tissue box.

He fed a hundred-yuan ghost banknote into it and took out a piece of toilet paper.

His eyes swept across the toilet paper.

"There seems to be a new discovery in the drawer of the bedside table in room 404. Let's go and take a look."

Good guy, this time he got a clue to the main task.

Room 404?

Isn't that the room Chen Xun stayed in on the first day?

He didn't look through these drawers at that time.

It seems that he missed some main clues.

Chen Xun got up, washed up, and finally came to the black man.

But the black man seemed to be in a good mood.

He was still humming an ugly little song.

Chen Xun threw his key on the table in front of Wuqimaheigui. .

"Give me the key to 404."

The Wuqimaheigui was surprised for a moment, then turned his head to look at Chen Xun:

"Why haven't you died yet?"

Chen Xun frowned:

"Do you really want me to die?"

Feeling the change in Chen Xun's expression, Wuqimaheigui was stunned.

"Don't dare."

Then he vomited out the key to room 404 from his stomach and handed it to Chen Xun vigilantly.

"Sir, please."

Wuqimaheigui said respectfully.

After taking the key, Chen Xun glanced at Wuqimaheigui and walked towards room 404.

After Chen Xun left, Wuqimaheigui looked at the direction Chen Xun left with a resentful look..

"Damn it, he hasn't come downstairs at six o'clock yet. I thought he was dead."

"However, as a temporary worker, he hasn't come down at six o'clock this time, which is a serious dereliction of duty."

"I guess the vice-president will come back and tear this abominable guy into pieces!"

The black ghost was cursing, and a terrifying atmosphere suddenly filled the stairs.

He widened his eyes.

Then, he saw a ghost wearing gold-rimmed glasses and covered with black lines on the third floor slowly coming up.

Speak of the devil.

"It's the vice-president!"

The black ghost sat upright.

In this kindergarten, the most terrifying person besides the dean is the vice-president.

At this moment, the vice-president's mouth was curled up, and with the gold-rimmed glasses on his face, he looked quite perverted and gentle.

"Is there another temporary worker on the 4th floor who hasn't come down yet?" The vice-president stared at the black ghost and said.

Wuqimaheigui suddenly became nervous.

"Yes, Vice Dean, he is in room 404 at the moment." Wuqimaheigui said.

Then, the Vice Dean did not say much, and walked directly to the 4th floor with heavy steps.

As a temporary worker, he dared to be absent from work.

He felt that he needed to leave a deep impression on the temporary worker.

Moreover, the Dean contacted him today and said that a mysterious nobleman might come back to the kindergarten for inspection.

That mysterious nobleman wanted to acquire this kindergarten and invest a large sum of money to build the kindergarten.

If the nobleman found out that there were workers absent from work in the kindergarten, he would definitely doubt his work ability.

Maybe it would ruin the Dean's good deeds.

It took the Dean a long time to find a nobleman who was willing to invest in this kindergarten.

"How can a temporary worker be lazy when working in a kindergarten?"

The vice-president licked his lips, as if he was going to smear the blood of the temporary worker on his lips.

The rolling ghost energy also emanated from his body, making the stairs feel inexplicably oppressive.

When the black man saw the vice-president going upstairs, he immediately sneered in his heart:

"Hehe, that temporary worker is dead this time."

"No one can survive the vice-president's hands."