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During lunch, Fu Qitang was quite relieved to find that everyone was there, which meant that no one died during the meeting with Vanessa.

The middle-aged woman was injured, and half of her face was rotten. There were large areas of redness, swelling and festering, and pus flowed out. She looked horrible and disgusting.

Seeing Fu Qitang coming in, she was a little excited and wanted to stand up to say hello, but then she realized that her current appearance might be uncomfortable, so she quickly lowered her head.

"How did this happen?"

After greeting He Zhizhou, Fu Qitang naturally sat next to the middle-aged woman and asked calmly.

The middle-aged woman raised her head in surprise.

When she came in just now, other people saw her face, although they didn't say anything, but they inevitably showed disgust. This is a natural physiological reaction. She has nothing to blame, but she still feels uncomfortable.

She thought that the more good-looking a person like Fu Qitang might be, the more he could not stand other people's disgusting looks, so she wanted to take the initiative to thank him just now, but she held back.

"I was licked by Vanessa." The middle-aged woman smiled bitterly, her voice trembling, as if recalling the scene at that time, "We listened to what you said, and we have been standing not far from the door after we entered. After half an hour was almost up, I wanted to leave, but I didn't expect her head to appear behind me..."

Following the words of the middle-aged woman, I thought about the scene. The head suddenly appeared behind me even though the body was still in front of me. It was really scary.

"Then how did you escape in the end?"

"When you went to see her before, I secretly went to the garden and took a pair of scissors with me." The middle-aged woman said, "Although I don't know if it will be useful against ghosts, I must have some weapons with me."

"Indeed, you are very powerful." Fu Qitang said seriously.

Because of poverty, he didn't exchange for medical items last time, and he didn't want to be generous with others, using things from Gongzi County as favors.

Gong Zijun is willing to use things for him because Gong Zijun is good to him, but he can't really control those props as he likes, they are all bought with his life, and Gong Zijun's life is also life.

"Have you treated the wound? Disinfect it first, and wait until you get back to the car." Fu Qitang said.

Compared with last night, today's lunch is much simpler. In front of everyone, there are only baked potatoes and some stews that are so mushy that the raw materials are completely invisible. The thick and choking bread is placed in a basket Here, looking at it makes people lose their appetite. Fortunately, there is also a bowl of vegetable soup that tastes good, and the bread is barely edible after being soaked in it.

The man in the suit ate with a sad face, saying that the difference between this meal and last night's was too big.

He was the last one to see Vanessa in the morning. I don’t know if it was because the three groups in front had almost exhausted Vanessa’s strength. When it was his turn, nothing happened. He stayed there for half an hour in fear and drank. After drinking a cup of black tea, he was invited out by the butler.

He Zhizhou is still the same, he is still very dedicated to cooking and broadcasting for the audience, and does not miss any chance to increase his favorability.

After dinner, when everyone was about to return to their respective "jobs", the butler appeared again.

He was still the same, always looking like "your family is dead", but everyone was used to seeing it, and they didn't bother to complain.

"I have good news," the butler said firmly. "In order to welcome everyone, a small dance will be held after dinner. The place is in the banquet hall next to it, and it will start on time at nine o'clock. I hope you can arrive on time ,if not……"

prom?

Fu Qitang froze for a moment, knowing that this might not be a pleasant activity without using his amazing intuition.

"Do I have to participate?" the female student asked weakly, "I'm not feeling well, and I can't dance..."

"Oh?" The butler narrowed his eyes, and his voice was filled with nauseating pleasure in an instant, "Then you can rest in your room, I promise, no one will disturb you."

"No, no need, I will attend on time!" The female student said quickly.

"If you're really uncomfortable, don't force yourself. Your body is the most important thing." The butler said disappointedly, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, as if hoping that someone else would jump out and say not to participate, but there are no fools into his hand.

"Well, there is one more thing, please be sure to wear appropriate clothes to attend. But unfortunately, there are too many things to do in the castle, I can't spare people to help you find clothes, you have to prepare by yourself. "

"Suitable clothes? Can I do this?" the man in the suit asked in a daze.

"Of course, very decent."

"That's good." The man in the suit heaved a sigh of relief.

In his opinion, looking for clothes by himself is undoubtedly a very dangerous activity. Who knows if ghosts will go crazy and kill people just because they messed up the closet or accidentally got a little oil stain on their clothes?

"Where can we find suitable clothes?" He Zhizhou asked.He was wearing casual clothes and new sneakers on his feet. It was very convenient for desperate and escape, but he had nothing to do with the prom.

"The third floor is the master's cloakroom, which has been temporarily opened to everyone. Of course, if you are not satisfied, you can also go to other places on the third floor to look for it, just be sure to pay attention to safety." The housekeeper smiled sullenly, and then bowed slightly , "Then I won't bother you, see you at night."

thump, thump, thump——

Accompanied by a series of distinct footsteps, the butler turned and disappeared into the shadows deep in the corridor.

He changed his shoes.

Fu Qitang frowned. Although he didn't notice what kind of shoes the butler of the living dead was wearing, the butler walked without a sound when he took the player to see Vanessa in the morning.

Why change shoes?Want to go to the dance party with the players tonight?

But do the living dead still have an aesthetic concept?

Besides, no one will pay attention to whether his shoes and clothes match.Fu Qitang thought about it, and always felt a little strange.

"The cloakroom is so big, it can catch up with our company's meeting room." The man in the suit couldn't help but sighed as soon as he entered the door.

Since there is no need to "work" in the afternoon, after lunch, the players will come to the cloakroom on the third floor and start choosing the clothes to wear at night.

"We still need to focus on convenience. The dance at night is definitely not simple." He Zhizhou said, taking out the men's dresses hanging in front of him and choosing carefully one by one.

"You have to pay attention to whether there are any open threads or broken ones, so as not to really damage the clothes when you get there." The middle-aged woman added.

As a star, even an eighth-line actor, Fu Qitang certainly has his own fashion sense, but he didn't choose clothes, he just walked around in the cloakroom silently.

"No one you like?" Gong Zijun asked.

Fu Qitang said "Oh", "What about you? Why don't you even look at it."

"None of them fit."

The two looked at each other and instantly understood what each other meant.

Fu Qitang really likes this kind of tacit understanding. Some words are too silly to say, and I am afraid of misunderstanding if I don’t say them.

"Leave as soon as you say," he smiled and made a "please" gesture, "crazy wolf is priority."

[30:? ]

[19: Did I miss a few minutes, what happened?Why are these two people going?Aren't you choosing what to wear tonight? ]

[57: It seems that they looked at each other for a while, and then that's it...]

[26: Go on a date^_^]

[60: Wake up upstairs, maybe I just went to find clothes elsewhere]

Is to find clothes, but also not.

All day yesterday, because the players had to complete their "work", they were actually in a state of being confined.

The writer and student are in the library, the painter and his assistant are in the studio, the architect is repairing the collapsed roof, and the gardener is saving the garden. Players have no time to explore the map, and the clues they get are very limited.

But now it's expanded.

Players can walk freely on the second floor of the castle until the ball starts. On the surface, it is to allow players to find suitable clothes, and the deeper layer is to give players space and opportunities to dig out clues in the copy.

Of course, it is not without cost, and there must be extremely high risks in it.

But it's worth a try.

After the two left, they decided to search out one by one from the innermost room on the third floor.

This is indeed a very time-consuming and energy-consuming matter. In addition to finding clues, one must also beware of possible dangers.

When Fu Qitang finished searching a servant's room and was about to leave, the carpet under his feet suddenly trembled, and then he was rolled up suddenly, tightening like a giant python.

The air in the lungs was squeezed out in an instant, and the bones of the whole body made a slight sound. Fortunately, Gong Zijun outside the door waited for a while and found something was wrong, so he came in to rescue him, otherwise he would have been cold by now.

"I owe you my life again." Fu Qitang gasped and said helplessly, "Just because I'm one step behind you, I really should walk hand in hand with you."

Gong Zijun looked at him, the corners of his lips curled up but there was no smile, obviously still feeling unhappy because of what happened just now, but he still stretched out his hand in front of him.

"Pull, tighten up."

Fu Qitang grasped it kindly, and suddenly felt a lot safer. He raised his chin and signaled, "Continue searching."

Gong Zijun also clenched him tightly with his backhand, and nodded helplessly, "Of course."

It took a few more hours. Seeing that the time for the dance was getting closer, the two entered a storage room full of sundries.

Fu Qitang dragged a box from the corner to open it, flipped through it, and found that it was full of gorgeous and complicated dresses, he took out one and gestured to Gong Zijun, "Since we may not have time to look for clothes Are you considering wearing this later?"

Gong Zijun glanced at it, and said meaningfully: "It's better for you to wear it."

"No, no, you can wear it."

"Come to guess punch?"

"..."

Fu Qitang threw the skirt back into the box in a second, cleared his throat, and pretended nothing happened, but when he was about to close the lid, he accidentally felt his hand touch something sharp.

He touched it, then pulled it out.

It was a square black suitcase.

"Does it look familiar?" Fu Qitang asked, and couldn't help touching the small crossbow pinned to his waist. "This should be the same style as the suitcase in the morning, right?"

"Ah."

"It seems that we are very close to the third question you raised - if this mysterious witcher can hide the box here, who could he be?" Fu Qitang said while pressing the sides of the suitcase. of snap buttons.

With a "click", the box was opened, and the inside was empty, only a notebook that had begun to shed pages.

"Classic props for suspense films, this is, let me see what's written in it—wait a minute, the demon hunter is actually Camille?!"