"This rose looks like it has been picked for a long time."
Qin Xiaohe boldly picked up the rotten roses on the corpse and looked closely. Anyway, they all wore gloves when they came out to touch things, so they didn't worry about leaving any fingerprints.
"If you keep such a thing, could it be that the old housekeeper has some ulterior relationship with his husband?" Yang Ming fully dispersed his thoughts, and then suddenly frowned and murmured: "That's not right, there seems to be nothing in the yard. No roses planted..."
"Who knows." Tan Xiaohe put the flowers back and lifted up the white cloth to take another look at the body. He looked like a pervert.
The color of the corpse and the stiff and pale face in the night vision goggles are indeed full of horror.
Yang Ming: "..."
Tan Xiaohe touched under the pillow again, but found nothing. He regretfully covered it with the white cloth and said, "Don't be stunned. Hurry up and find this room and leave, lest the people next door find anything."
Yang Ming looked away with a stiff expression and continued to rummage through the closet. The two of them didn't even miss the pockets of their clothes.
However, at this time, when Qin Xiaohe, who was standing next to him, turned his head inadvertently, his eyes suddenly widened as if he had seen something.
"What...what happened?" He panicked.
"He, he, he..." Tan Xiaohe pointed behind him and couldn't say anything.
Behind him?
Isn't there a bed behind him? !
What can you see that makes this heavy-tasting girl look frightened and come closer like a real girl? !
At this moment, Yang Ming's heart felt like a heavy hammer. A cold feeling of fear rose from his tailbone to the top of his head. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. He looked back tremblingly and fearfully.
At this moment, he had a lot on his mind.
Then nothing was seen.
Yang Ming: "..."
"Hahahaha!" Tan Xiaohe suddenly burst into suppressed ridicule, covering his mouth and shaking his shoulders, with a teasing smile on his face: "Okay, I'm just teasing you."
Yang Ming said with a wooden face: "It's not funny at all."
I don’t know if it’s a rule of horror movies that bad jokes usually come true. This is called setting a flag.
After Qin Xiaohe interrupted him, Yang Ming would always turn his head to look at the bed involuntarily while searching, just to see if the flag could still be removed.
But until they touched every place where things could be stored in the master bedroom, there was no corpse incident there.
Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were not entering a horror movie set.
"I want to go look for the housekeeper's room." Tan Xiaohe glanced at the task unwillingly and said suddenly.
"Why do you act like a real thief..." Yang Ming said slightly speechless: "I haven't read the information I just copied from the computer. Maybe there is some news in it."
"Then you go back and read the information, and I'll go on to the housekeeper's room to feel around." Tan Xiaohe still refused to give up.
It's already two or three in the morning, but they haven't found anything yet, and they don't have time to search all over this huge manor. There's no indication when this scripted killing will end.
What if it’s over at dawn tomorrow morning?
Yang Ming comforted: "No, script killing usually ends after the truth is restored."
"Then if the truth can never be restored, we can't be trapped here forever, right? Don't you have a time limit for killing in your script?" Tan Xiaohe asked in return.
"..." That's not necessarily the case.
"No matter what, we just need to complete our mission anyway. Who knows what this treasure will be, what if we accidentally missed it?" Tan Xiaohe continued, as if she was determined to touch someone else's room.
Seeing this, Yang Ming sighed: "Then go ahead. I'll give you a break at most. But with all due respect, your insistence on going your own way is really like the first person to receive a lunch box in a horror movie. .”
"roll!"
Qin Xiaohe rolled her eyes, walked to the door and quietly opened the door and glanced outside. When she saw no one, she quickly ducked out, followed by Yang Ming.
The lights in the study were still on, the door was ajar, and warm yellow light was projected onto the corridor from inside.
Two figures walking against the wall slipped past quietly. When they reached the corridor, Yang Ming pointed to the study room and then stood in the corner.
Since this girl insists on touching someone else's room, he can just relax and watch the activities in the study.
Both of them thought very clearly that if they dared to turn on the light in the middle of the night, they would be nothing more than people in the villa, and the other party also had the key to the study, so this identity was ready to be revealed.
Tan Xiaohe made an OK gesture and ran away quickly.
The villa was extremely quiet at night, and those who fell asleep could not imagine the undercurrents surging outside at this moment.
Yang Ming leaned against the corner with a calm face, not knowing what he was thinking. The darkness in the night vision goggles was cyan, but these glasses did not seem to be high-end. He could only see about two meters from his side, and could not see at any distance. Cleared.
He occasionally paid attention to the movement in the study, but more often, he looked at other places in the villa.
As expected, they are probably not the only ones who go out for night walks at night. I just hope that other people's missions do not conflict with theirs.
Otherwise it would be very ugly to fight.
In the silent darkness, there was only a whispering sound coming from the study. Yang Ming turned his head and suddenly felt that he heard something else, very subtle but familiar.
The reason why he was so sensitive was precisely because he had been frightened like this just now.
"Click... click... click..."
the sound of.
The speed was irregular, and it sounded again at a very strange frequency, as if it was reflecting the emotions of the being who made the sound.
In the extremely silent villa, the sound coming from the darkness suddenly became extremely clear in his mind.
Isn't this just someone pressing the door handle? !
Yang Ming came to his senses and quickly checked the nearby rooms, but in the room in the second corridor where he turned left, there was no door handle that could be pressed down, and no one came out of the study.
He distinguished it carefully and found that this subtle sound was indeed not an illusion and was still ringing.
Is it somewhere else?
Wait, Yang Ming suddenly lowered his head and looked towards the hall.
This side was actually close to the gate of the villa. At this time, after he consciously turned all his attention, he felt more and more that the sound was coming from that side.
If you keep pressing the door handle, it cannot be that the person inside wants to go out. It is only when someone outside wants to come in, but the door is locked and cannot be opened.
If it was the helper hired by the housekeeper, if he was also a guest staying overnight like them, why didn't the other person ring the doorbell?
Deep mountains, late at night, thunderstorms, a gloomy house, a gloomy knock on the door in the middle of the night...
For a moment, Yang Ming's mind was filled with scripts.
He pressed the Bluetooth headset, lowered his voice and asked: "Hey, how are you looking for over there?"
"What are you doing? Is there something wrong?" Tan Xiaohe's voice came from the earphones.
"In the middle of the night, someone was playing with the doorknob of the villa outside. I think I can't stand it anymore. Let's evacuate first..."
The sudden tragic death of the owner of the manor, the rotten roses, and the occultist who was found... Yang Ming really didn't want to think too deeply about what the script might be.
Although he has never played Script Killing, he still knows a lot about this game after being exposed to the Internet for so long.
Although most scripts are based on realistic logical reasoning, there are also some scripts that can have surreal and mysterious elements, which are called variable scripts.
To put it simply again, it means you can go to hell.
