The midnight clock ticked.
The chef prepared elaborate food, the host enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner at the dining table, and the servants cleaned the vases in the villa.
The melodious sound of the piano sang gracefully in the darkness, and in the attic, the tapping footsteps intertwined with a requiem, dancing freely in this silent world.
The blind girl watching all this sighed in mourning in the darkness.
[This script-killing project "Sigh of the Abyss" is about to begin, so players please be prepared. 】
[Main mission: Find the ghost hidden in the story. (Submission type)]
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Xu Shuo opened his eyes and found that his vision was still dark, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.
Even if you put your palm in front of your eyes, you can't see it at all.
At that moment, he thought he was still in the preparation space before entering the script, but then he touched his face.
You can't touch anything in that space.
Xu Shuo simply summoned the player's manual, and a light source finally appeared in the dark vision. The personal information column was the character information he performed this time.
Role: Blind girl.
Mission: Find the ghost hidden in the story. (submission type)
Submission style?
This was the first time Xu Shuo encountered a submission-style mission script, but he had also learned about it in the script space. This type of script is a unified mission for players, and they select the task suspects to submit to the system.
The person who solves the case first will get the highest reward.
But the character information this time is too little, right?
Why only name and task?
No identifying information at all!
His posture at this time seemed to be that of sitting on a chair. Xu Shuo reached to the side and touched a round stick. Judging from the thickness and length, it should be a cane.
Or, a guide cane?
At this time, he heard sparse sounds coming from the side again, and he could even simulate the shape of the sound waves after collision in his mind.
On his right hand, there was a hand holding a pen. The tip of the pen hit something on the table and made a soft "click" sound.
Immediately afterwards, more and more sounds were heard, including the harsh sound of chair legs scraping across the floor, the soft sound of leather shoes falling on the ground, and suspicious inquiries from someone.
These sounds seemed to be rippling in the dark space, like ripples, crystal clear.
Has your hearing become stronger?
However, I heard that people who are blind usually have other senses that become very sensitive, and those with extraordinary talents can even be frighteningly sensitive.
Just like the character Xu Shuo is currently possessing, he can analyze every syllable he hears and use the spread of sound waves to simulate similar scenes in his mind.
It's a very good skill.
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"Didn't you turn on the lights?"
At this time, someone said something loudly, followed by the sound of chairs moving and walking.
Not long after, the light turned on with a "pop" sound.
The gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast light, instantly brightening the room. Several people sitting around the long table squinted slightly because of the sudden light.
The man who turned on the light looked around, his eyes lingering briefly on the girl two seats below.
While others squinted their eyes to adapt to the light, or raised their hands and turned their heads to block the light, she remained indifferent, holding a black cane in her hand, her eyes empty and unfocused.
Can't she see?
The man was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and sat back down in his original position, just opposite the girl.
The girl wears double ponytails and has a delicate and cute face. Her skin is slightly pale and has a transparent and fragile feeling like glass.
And those unfocused black eyes made her feel even more fragile.
There are seven people sitting at the long table, three on the left and three on the right. The person sitting at the head is a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes who looks elegant.
"I opened my eyes and arrived here. What happened, you guys?" the woman sitting first on the left asked with a frown.
She was wearing a white chiffon shirt, her hair was pulled back with a butterfly clip, and she had a delicate red musical note brooch on her chest, and she was spinning a pen in her hand.
"I can't remember anything. Where is this place?" The man who just turned on the light looked at everyone.
"I'm not sure, my mind is blank." The man in chef's clothes opposite shook his head.
"Ah~ so everyone has lost their memory?" Sitting at the end of the long table, a girl in a tight red dress held her chin and said in a somewhat frivolous tone.
Xu Shuo lowered his head and said nothing, being a quiet handsome man and silently listening to the performance of this group of people.
In the script this time, everyone probably only has one name and mission. As for what they can perform, it is all up to them.
Moreover, it is not yet certain whether everyone is a player or whether there are NPCs mixed in.
What's more important is that one of the seven of them is a ghost!
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After someone started talking, several people started chatting about the current situation. The only information they could obtain at present was the props around them.
The man sitting at the head, wearing a suit and tie, may be the owner of this villa. There is a stack of exquisite strawberry snacks on the table in front of him.
According to what he said, he seems to be currently working as a lawyer.
Woman holding pen says she is a writer.
On the table in front of her were several bound sheets of manuscript paper, with half of the story already written on them. The content of the story tended to be urban emotional writing.
The man sitting opposite her is fat and smiles like a Maitreya Buddha. He should be the chef in the villa. His chef uniform is still stained with strawberry jam.
Next to the chef is a man wearing a black tuxedo suit and with shoulder-length hair parted in the middle.
He was the one who turned on the lights just now.
There seemed to be a melancholy artistic atmosphere floating around the man. He was a pianist and was holding a sheet of music in his hand.
pianist?
Upon hearing this identity, the young man sitting at the end on the right subconsciously glanced at the female writer. The red musical note brooch on her shirt shone under the light, exquisite and noble.
He identified himself as a servant. He was wearing a dark red vest suit and holding a wet rag in his hand. He seemed to be cleaning the house before.
The male servant stopped looking at the female writer. After putting down the rag in his hand, the hand hanging to his side suddenly touched something again.
He paused imperceptibly, then touched the outline of the object in his trousers pocket with his fingertips, and determined that it was a gun.
It is also slightly slimmer and smaller than an ordinary pistol, and feels like a revolver.
Then, the maid calmly crossed his legs, using his tilted posture to slightly cover the outline of his trousers pockets.
At this time, sitting at the end of the right seat, a girl wearing a red dress held her chin and said with a smile: "I seem to be a dancer. Maybe I am here to participate in the dance?"
As she spoke, she turned her eyes to the little girl with braided braids on top of her, her eyes full of interest.
"This sister, it seems she can't see her?"
