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Walking along a main road covered with gravel, the Jurchen trees on the side of the road cast a layer of deep and shallow shadows under the street lights. He Zhizhou quickly passed No. 136, followed by No. 137.

Turning the corner, at the end of the road was a white three-story wooden building. Based on his familiarity with the community map for the past two days, He Zhizhou knew that it was No. 140.

"Xiao He, why are you here?" A figure came out from the opposite house, and the door slammed shut behind her.

"I'll go to No. 140." He Zhizhou said. Seeing that Miao Ying looked tired, he asked with concern, "Sister Miao, how are you? Are you not injured?"

It was 2:10 on the evening of the 45nd, four hours had passed since Miao Ying entered No. 142.

"Fortunately," Miao Ying's complexion was a little subtle. Seeing that He Zhizhou was curious, she simply explained, "There's a little ghost inside, and I played hide-and-seek with it all night."

He Zhizhou thought about the scene for a while, and felt that it was almost the level of the American version of the Grudge, so he immediately expressed his understanding.

"Then go back and rest quickly, the next time the ghost will come out will be five hours later, hurry up and get some sleep."

As he said, he handed over the notebook that Shi Yue had given to himself before and gave it to Miao Ying.

In order to prevent loss, notebooks are kept by idle players.

Miao Ying was indeed tired, so she didn't say anything more, she nodded after taking the notebook, and separated from He Zhizhou.

He Zhizhou continued to walk towards No. 140, thinking while walking.

He always felt that there was something wrong with this copy.

Search the community, find the newspaper in the bulletin board, and find Mr. Alpha's home based on the above information.

The study is on the third floor, the door is unlocked, and even the computer is not turned off when they enter. The model that has been built is running automatically, and there is another program that records the calculated results one by one.

The player arranged people to go to the designated location according to the calculation results, and besides the little ghost that Miao Ying met just now, the other ghosts were not very strong, and some of them could even be solved quite easily.

Everything is going smoothly, the only problem is that it seems too smooth.

And there is another thing that makes He Zhizhou very concerned. Why does a number and a plastic villain appear on the spot after each ghost is killed?Is there any special meaning here?

One after another, like the bubbles in a carbonated drink, He Zhizhou popped up one after another.

Just as he was thinking, he kept walking, and suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, several figures came out of the roadside shop.

A young man with a mohawk hairstyle and a punk-style jacket walked in front with his hands in his pockets: "Boss, Aunt Lucy's blind boy Jack seems to have been killed, and his name is missing."

"The same goes for the female sewer corpse of the Simpson family. Just now, the name disappeared in the blink of an eye."

Another petite girl with pink hair also spoke, she was still chewing gum in her mouth, she blew out a bubble as she spoke, and took another inhalation, the bubble exploded with a "pop".

"No way, are other people here too? It seems that we must act quickly, and we must not lose to that stupid pig of George."

"Shut up!"

Among the crowd, a tall man in camouflage said coldly, then turned around and stared at He Zhizhou a few steps away with a serious expression, frowning: "Who are you?"

He Zhizhou also wanted to ask this question.

He realized that these people should be the NPCs in this dungeon.

Several people have typical western appearance, they are around 20 years old, and it is not difficult to hear from their conversations that they are quite familiar with this community, so they know that No. 142 where the kid who hides and seeks is located is Aunt Lucy's house, and the female corpse in the sewer The owner of No. 145 is named Simpson.

Probably the young people didn't listen to the advice and sneaked back to die. Thinking of this, He Zhizhou suddenly realized that this is indeed a very typical European and American horror film routine.

"I am the spirit eliminator invited by Mr. David, how about you?" He Zhizhou asked unhurriedly.

"Are you an exorcist?" Mohawk was surprised when he heard the words, looked up and down He Zhizhou, with a look of complete disbelief, and turned to look at the man in camouflage with a strange expression, "Boss, he said he was an exorcist." Spirit man, uh..."

"Why, isn't it?" He Zhizhou didn't think it was disobedient, spread his hands and continued, "But I am, in fact, I am going to No. 140. You are residents of this community? Do you know what's going on at No. 140?"

Mohawk and the pink-haired girl exchanged glances. Both of them were a little wary of this stranger who suddenly appeared. In the end, Mohawk coughed and said, "Yes, that's old Edward's house. He lived 20 years ago. Accidentally killed a prostitute who tried to blackmail him, and spent a few years in prison for it. When the neighborhood started haunting, the woman came back."

"Appears on the balcony in the middle of the night every day, trying to lure people in. However, once someone really goes in and wants to have sex with it..." The pink-haired girl giggled, "It is said that it will die ugly."

"So there is a female ghost in No. 140." He Zhizhou nodded, and tried without showing any trace, "But how do you know, and you know such details?"

"It's been said on the forum!"

He Zhizhou faintly felt that something was wrong, raised his eyebrows, "Forum?"

"She's talking about community forums, where people often post what they encounter, just like sharing it on Twitter." The man in camouflage said.

His voice was low and there was a cold smile on his face. A hint of impatience flashed in his slender eyes, and he looked like a hero in a supernatural movie.

"Yes," the pink-haired girl nodded repeatedly, and glanced at the man in the camouflage uniform. "There are all kinds of idiots on the forum, but there are also some normal people. Everyone shares various news there, including the recent haunting incident of course."

"There are still people who quietly watch the screen to collect information, and then secretly work hard in private to surprise everyone with one fell swoop..." Mo Xigan smirked, deliberately put the last word in his mouth, and said in unison with the pink-haired girl: "Mr. Alpha !"

The two looked at each other and laughed.

It doesn't seem to be a problem, maybe I'm just being overwhelmed.

He Zhizhou breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, looked at the time again, then raised his finger and pointed to the three-story building in front of him.

"I have to go in first, as for you, you should leave quickly, it's not safe here."

He knew that these people might not be able to listen to what he said, so he just said it casually out of habit, then waved his hand, walked over a low fence, and walked towards the house at a faster pace.

Everything is normal.

It wasn't until a gunshot sounded that he fell forward in embarrassment, his eyes suddenly turned down, and the severe pain came from his chest belatedly, He Zhizhou froze for a moment, and then realized that he had been shot.

Warm blood gushes out like a fountain.

"Boss, did you hear what he said, Exorcist? Haha, if he is an Exorcist, then what are we?" Moxican's giggling voice came from behind, only changed by the night wind. Very vague.

"Even if he is really a spirit exorcist, he can't compete with us for performance!" The pink-haired girl said, "There are only so many ghosts. If you kill one, you will lose one. I don't want to give it to others..."

Black and red flashed back and forth in front of his eyes, He Zhizhou was lying on the ground, trying to look behind him.

The man in the camouflage uniform retracted the gun indifferently, and the black body of the gun disappeared into his pocket, and then he said something to the other two with a cold expression.

Looking at the flat pockets of the man in the camouflage uniform, He Zhizhou was startled, and a terrifying thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

But it was too late.

He felt that his life was irretrievably passing.

"Hey, what is this?"

The pink-haired girl walked over bouncingly, picked up a thin piece of paper from the ground, held it up and glanced at the light, "A ticket?"

ticket?

Another scene flashed by.

In the changing light and shadow of the revolving lantern, He Zhizhou saw himself hiding in a corner made of several containers, biting his lip and showing an eye through the gap.

Not far away, a huge puppet bear was pressing a young man to the ground, and the rapidly roaring chainsaw was raised high, and then fell heavily.

"what--"

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, a thin piece of paper seemed to fly out, and then it was swept into the air around the chainsaw, and was caught by a clumsy bear's paw at the moment it was about to be shattered.

"Su Wei..."

He Zhizhou suddenly opened his eyes wide, but couldn't say anything more.

He didn't expect that he would die here, he thought sadly, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't control his facial expression anymore, every part of his body was disconnecting from the brain rapidly, and even the brain was about to shut down Bar.

Thinking becomes messy.

Hope Miaoying can realize this world...

It would be great if Song Yu was here, his doll...

Be careful Su Wei...

Before getting out of the car, I promised to go back and watch a movie with Lin Fang. I really shouldn't have set up such a flag...

Eyelids became heavier and heavier, and before the darkness finally fell, He Zhizhou vaguely saw the air above him seem to flicker, and a golden number slowly emerged: 11.

One person died in Carnival Eden, and there are currently 1 surviving players.

Gunshots.

The young man fell down in response, his gentle face was stained with blood, and the hand that was stretched out towards him suddenly dropped, a strong smell of blood filled the air, and there was a series of footsteps slowly approaching him not far away.

blah blah-

go!He is coming soon!It's too late if you don't go!

But why can't I move? !

Who can give himself a hand, even just for a moment!

There should be a hand pulling me!

"call--"

Lin Fang sat up suddenly from the bed, his face was pale, and he was gasping for breath as if he was on the verge of suffocation.

The snow-white ceiling, the dim light, and the plain curtains were quietly hanging aside. After a few seconds, Lin Fang let out a deep breath and realized that he was in the guest room of Liu Wenxuan's house.

After parting ways with Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun in the evening, he followed others to Liu Wenxuan's house.

Getting ready to rest after dinner, out of safety considerations, Song Yu asked Liu Wenxuan for a room with a Kang, and all the people slept on one bed.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu had woken up from a light sleep, looking at him with clear eyes.

Lin Fang smiled wryly: "Maybe the pressure was a bit high, and I had a nightmare."

He didn't specify the content of the dream, so Song Yu didn't ask, but just glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "It's only 03:30, and I can sleep for a while. There are still many things to do tomorrow."

"Well," Lin Fang nodded, but still felt dizzy, "I'll go wash my face."

While talking, he moved towards the bed, but the kang was originally not big, and it was even more compact with six people squeezed in at the same time.

Lin Fang looked around, and finally had no choice but to say to Tong Wenkai who was sleeping next to him: "Wen Kai, step aside, I want to go down."

Tong Wenkai didn't make a sound, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

Lin Fang called out again.

Still no response.

"Wen Kai?"

Lin Fang waited, and couldn't help reaching out and gently pushing on his shoulder——

"pat-"

An arm dropped from the shoulder.

At this moment, Tong Wenkai's body seemed to be put together like building blocks, suddenly shattered into several pieces under the action of external force, and all the parts collapsed suddenly.

he died.

1 people died in Paradise of Paradise, and there are currently 7 surviving players.