The Midnight Owl

The two small teams crossed the threshold and entered the old house, consciously separated from the left and right, with clear distinctions.

This is the front yard of the old house. It is so huge that you can’t see the side at a glance. There are many trees in the yard, some are withered, some are fallen, and some are struggling for the last touch of green. Between the shadows of the trees, there are clusters of green will-o’-the-wisps. Occasionally there will be dark shadows rushing from the corner, which makes people creepy.

The night was frighteningly cold and dead silent, and the whole old house was like an empty coffin in the wilderness, waiting for lost people.

Xu Wang looked at Wu Sheng, Wu Sheng turned his head slightly to the left, Xu Wang nodded clearly, then looked at the camouflage captain, his eyes glanced to the left, the meaning was clear - we are going this way.

The camouflage captain is kind and kind, and his chin is raised to the right-then we will go this way.

This level is similar to the castle hotel, and the tasks of each team do not necessarily overlap.The Castle Hotel has several questlines to choose from, such as love, horror, and puzzle solving. This level is to see who the first ghost NPC contacted by each team is. Different ghosts will bring completely different tasks to the team. .

At the same time, "being found out" is the crux of this level, and if one team is found out, the team that is found out will inevitably drag the nearest team along.

Based on the above circumstances, it has become the common appeal of the two teams to separate as soon as possible without interfering with each other.

One team goes to the left, and the other goes to the right. After walking forward for a while, and then turning back, they can no longer see each other's backs clearly.

The night wind blows through the old courtyard of the deep house, it really feels like years have passed, things are different...

Xu Wang hadn't finished expressing his feelings, so he let the catcher vine knock his head, and when he raised his head, he met Wu Sheng's helpless face.

"Everyone is gone, don't be reluctant."

"..." He was vigilant and prepared!

Just after giving Wu Sheng a glance, he turned his head and saw Qian Ai...'s head.

Xu Wang suffered a cardiac arrest.

It took several seconds before he took a sharp breath and recovered.

"No, old money," Xu Wang pushed his teammate's head away, "Your appearance is too lethal, stay away from me..."

Qian Ai felt aggrieved, and was just about to say a few words for himself, when not far away, someone suddenly spit.

"spit!"

The sound was not loud, but clear, and after spitting, he began to mutter in a very low voice, and he couldn't hear what he said. It was very infiltrating in the old house.

The four companions tensed up, and they didn't dare to act rashly anymore. They turned their heads slowly following the voice, and saw a middle-aged man in ragged clothes sitting on the threshold of the side door that could enter the inner house, counting money.He is thin and stooped, with only his eyes staring at the money in his hand, naked.

It's better to bump into an NPC than to choose an NPC. The four partners look at each other, um, this is it.

"Are you ready?" Xu Wang confirmed in a low voice for the last time, "If you're ready, it's time to go."

Wu Sheng gently raised his arm wrapped around the vine, and said calmly, "No problem."

Qian Ai shook his head up and down, left and right: "Very confident."

Kuang Jinxin patted the disobedient hand on top of his head: "Come on, Captain."

Xu Wang nodded, and was the first to step forward: "Go."

[Infernal Affairs in the haunted house, the first test-the identity verification for the first time! 】

The four of them stepped forward slowly, and soon, they came to the money counting ghost, shoulder to shoulder, and the black image shrouded in a wall.

However, the middle-aged man counted too seriously and didn't notice it.

"..." The four partners waited patiently.

Finally counting the last bill, the money counting ghost stuffed it into his pocket contentedly, got up excitedly, and seemed to be preparing to go back to the inner house, but when he stood up, he finally found that there were four more figures in front of him... er, three bodies and one head .

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man, who looked very ordinary, suddenly changed from solid to half-empty, and the expression on his face became vigilant, and the corner of his mouth was split an inch to both ends, revealing the yellow and sharp teeth inside.

The four of them felt a gust of wind blowing behind them, chilling their bones.

But on the face, no one showed a trace of guilt.

"We are lonely ghosts with nowhere to go," Xu Wang said with endless sincerity in his composure, and in his sincerity, he was also very pitiful, "I want to settle down here."

"Go away," the money counting ghost waved impatiently, "this place is already full of ghosts, and there is no room for you."

Wu Sheng frowned, and the trapping vines on his body immediately ran along the ground, wrapping around the money counting ghost's feet quietly, trying to show that they are not ordinary little ghosts, but have the strength to stand on their feet.Unexpectedly, before exerting any force, the catching vine passed through the ghost's ankle!

The catcher vine can't touch this money counting ghost at all!

Wu Sheng pursed her lips tightly. When they retreated from 8/23, they mainly collected information in this level and never used stationery. Could it be that stationery is ineffective for the ghosts in this level?

"Snapped--"

The severed hand above Kuang Jinxin's head flew over at some point, and slapped off the money counting ghost's rudely waving hand.

"Be polite to our elder brother!" Kuang Jinxin said fiercely.

The money counting ghost covered his hurt hand: "..."

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."

The tits are so fierce that people really don't know how to react.

However, Kuang Jinxin's prestige resolved Wu Sheng's doubts just now.It's not that you can't use stationery, it's just that ordinary stationery is useless against ghosts, only supernatural stationery with similar attributes can encounter ghosts.

Here Wu Sheng turned around a thousand times, and the money counting ghost over there seemed to be beaten by this blow, so he took off his defenses, and looked at them sideways, and became a little more serious.

"Recently, some people pretend to be ghosts and come here to make trouble," said the money counting ghost. "The boss asked me to guard the gate here, so I have to guard it."

"Come on," Qian Ai shook his head and sneered at him, "If you hadn't seen us just now, you would have turned around and ran away, and you just guarded the door like this?"

"Do you want to go in or not?" The money counting ghost was a little bit hesitant, and growled angrily.

"Of course I want to, otherwise I'm talking nonsense with you here." Maybe it was the appearance that gave her confidence, and now Qian Ai feels that she is a nobleman among ghosts.

"Then report your background honestly," the money counting ghost looked at the four of them one by one, and said seriously, "How did you all die and what will you do? If it is of no use, don't even think about living here for free .”

Qian Ai was speechless: "I've become a ghost, what else can I eat?"

"Yuanbao candles," said the money counting ghost, "someone always comes to burn in the back mountain..." Halfway through speaking, he suddenly stared at Qian Ai suspiciously, "You don't even know this, do you?"

Qian Ai was at a loss for words for a long time, swallowed several times, and then said loudly: "Yes, I don't know, my father doesn't love my mother or love, no one will give me some wax to burn ingots, you are satisfied!"

The money counting ghost was inexplicably ashamed by the yelling. In his shame, there was sympathy and intolerance: "Uh, no, I didn't mean to poke your sore spot..."

"How did you die?" At this point in the conversation, the money counting ghost really wanted to have a long talk with the "flying head" in front of him.

"Hey——" Qian Ai sighed heavily, and at the same time drifted his eyes to the friends, indicating that I, the showman No. 4, will be on the stage first.

"People only become ghosts after they die, but I'm not," Qian Ai sat down on the threshold, his eyes and expression, as sad as he wanted, "I was a ghost when I was alive, a poor ghost."

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Kuang Jinxin: "..."

Although the script was set for the others in advance, the performance of my teammates still deeply impressed them.

"Who asked what the hell you are?" The money counting ghost was not satisfied, "I asked how you died."

"I'm so poor, why do you think I died!" Qian Ai glared at him, "I'm so poor!"

Money Counting Ghost: "..."

"I'm poor, so I'm good at gambling, and I lost everything at home," said the head floating in the air, looking at the money counting ghost with red eyes, with a hoarse and choked voice, "Then I have no money, and I still want to gamble, what should I do? Bet my hands, my legs, my body—"

"Are those people who bet with you sick?" The money counting ghost scratched his face in great distress, "What use is your body?"

"Don't worry about it, I'm going to lose anyway, I'm willing to admit defeat, and take my arms, legs, and body together!" The actor Qian Qian is out of control, with only one head left, he can definitely stand up to the actor crown.

Money counting ghost: "So you died?"

Qian Ai: "There is only one head left, and you wouldn't die if you were it?"

"..." The money counting ghost always felt that something was weird, but he couldn't find much fault. He hesitated, saw Kuang Jinxin and the severed hand lying on his shoulder, and subconsciously asked, "What's going on with you?" ? He only has one head left, why do you have an extra hand?"

Kuang Jinxin said, "My hand belongs to him."

The money counting ghost's small eyes widened: "What?"

"I gambled with him. He had no money, so he bet his hand to me. Later, when he lost, he chopped off his hand to me." Kuang Jinxin said sternly with big sincere eyes.

The money counting ghost still didn't understand: "Then you won, why did you become a ghost?"

"Since he chopped off his hand to me, I have been getting weaker and weaker, and the doctor couldn't find out the cause, and then I died." Kuang Jinxin glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and then at the money counting ghost. His expression became serious and his voice was low. He fell silent, "I didn't realize until after I died that this hand never left me. I didn't die of illness." He leaned closer to the money counting ghost, saying every word, with gloomy eyes, "It was a severed hand."

Money Counting Ghost: "..."

He is a ghost, why is he still frightened by ghosts! ! !

At this moment, Kuang Jinxin, who still has the previous milk fierce, is now completely a playwright, ghostly, and four gold.

Xu Wang, Wu Sheng, Qian Ai: "..."

This is playing.

"No," the money counting ghost frowned, looked at Qian Ai's head, then looked at Kuang Jinxin, and finally found the problem, "If you say this, you two should be enemies, why did you run together after you died?"

Qian Ai: "..."

Kuang Jinxin: "..."

This is the problem, so sharp.

"Alas," Xu Wang manipulated his back and patted Qian Gui on the shoulder, "There is a feeling in this world called falling in love and killing each other, you don't understand."

The money counting ghost turned to look at him: "If you tell me that you also died because of gambling, and you happened to know them when you were alive, I will really be angry."

"That's impossible. If we get to know each other again, it won't be a series anymore." Xu Wang gave him a "reassuring" look, turned around to look at the human-shaped shadow behind him, and then at the money counting ghost, his eyes sank "I am Killed by it."

The money counting ghost did not understand: "Who?"

Xu Wang raised his finger and pointed to his face: "It."

The money counting ghost stared at him blankly for a long time: "Brother, you are referring to yourself."

"No, this isn't me," Xu Wang shook his head, shifted his finger, pointing to the spirit behind, "This is me, the person who is talking to you now." After finishing speaking, he pointed his finger back at Xu Wang, "It's just an empty space. shell."

Money Counting Ghost: "But its mouth is moving..."

"Shh, don't interrupt," Xu Wang pressed his fingers to his lips, blinked his eyes lightly, and then pointed to the shadow behind him, "I was born a ghost, you can call me back spirit, I have only done one bad thing in my life , I just wanted a body, so I killed this person..." He pointed to himself again, "But after killing him, I realized that I can manipulate this body, but this body will never belong to me," the finger pointed to the black man again. Shadow, "So I can only live forever behind this body, watching the sins I have committed, suffering forever..."

The money counting ghost's head followed Xu Wang's fingers, looked over, looked over, looked over, looked over again, succeeded, and was blinded.

Xu Wang sighed wearily: "You may not be able to understand the relationship between me and it..."

"Enough!" The money counting ghost never wants to understand!

"In short, it's dead, and you're dead too. The two of you are inseparable. It's over!" The money counting ghost summed it up succinctly, holding on to the last strand of his soul, and looked at Wu Sheng faintly, "You..."

"I died in the mountains, I was a mountain ghost." Wu Sheng stood still, the man-catching vine slowly wrapped around his body.

The money counting ghost narrowed his eyes: "Mountain ghost?"

Wu Sheng nodded: "Mountain Ghost."

The money counting ghost frowned: "It's over? No more life stories?"

Wu Sheng said, "It's gone."

The money counting ghost came up and grabbed Wu Sheng's hand: "Brother, I admire you!"

"Ding--"

The four-in-one notification sounded.

The money counting ghost didn't respond to this, as if he didn't hear it.

<cheat sheet>: [Authentication] succeeded.

The author has something to say: Brother Sheng’s drama genre is called minimalism (╯▽╰)