The terrifying female ghost stopped behind the fortune teller.
She turned her head and stared nervously at the referee in front of her, wondering when the man whistling in his mouth would disappear.
The bright moon in front had already run away quickly, and the fortune teller could no longer see her shadow.
Dangerous times are always extremely long.
The fortune teller stared closely at the referee in front of her. She was not sure when she could continue running forward. The syrup given by Gu Mian could only stop the ghost for half a minute. She even heard an invisible clock ticking in her heart. The sound kept reminding her that time was passing.
Fortunately, the referee did not hold out for too long. A few seconds after Mingyue's back disappeared, the fortune teller saw that the figure of the man in black short-sleeves in front of her began to become transparent, and then she found that she could move on.
Without hesitation, the diviner quickly ran forward.
At this time, Fatty and Chu Changge, who were not being chased by ghosts, had already reunited.
The two of them were sitting in a taxi, heading towards the staff dormitory where Gu Mian and Fatty lived.
The fat man sat in the back seat and looked at Chu Changge next to him strangely: "Brother Chu, why are you going to our staff dormitory? Aren't you going to meet the doctor and the others now?"
"It doesn't mean much to Gu Mian even if we go there, but there may be some clues in your staff dormitory..." Chu Changge said as he looked at the driver in front of him, as if he was considering the possibility of telling ghost stories directly. It won't be considered a psychopath.
Although Fatty felt that there was little point in going to the staff dormitory now, he still followed Chu Changge downstairs to the dormitory.
"Did you bring the key?" Chu Changge walked into the dark corridor.
The fat man behind him nodded: "I brought it with me, but there should be someone in the dormitory now."
"Actually, I have a guess," Chu Changge said while walking up the stairs, "The ghosts in this dungeon are always moving to escape from the control of the dungeon, so the ghosts will not kill people easily when the player does not enter the dungeon. Because it is not sure whether its identity has been successfully hidden with the help of the corpse. If it does hide its identity, killing it will most likely expose it, and its previous efforts will be in vain."
The fat man had already arrived at the door and was taking out a key at this time: "So ghosts will not kill people during non-dungeon periods. They will only wander around wearing a corpse. Later, they will find that the dungeon will send players to their vicinity." Knowing that you didn't succeed in hiding last time, you started killing people to find the next body you can control?"
The fat man inserted the key into the door lock, turned it and opened the door.
The door was pushed open a small gap, and there was no light on in the room, so it was quite dark.
The people inside seem to be asleep...
Just when the fat man opened his mouth to say something, he suddenly smelled a faint odor.
The smell came out of the crack in front of me, like the smell of some rotting animal.
The fat man held his breath for a moment. Was it a rotten corpse?
Chu Changge, who was next to him, didn't smell the smell. He reached out and pushed open the door with a normal expression, then touched the wall and turned on the chandelier of the dormitory with a "pop".
All four beds in the room were empty.
Only one pale arm stretched out from under a bed, as if the murderer who had hidden the body had forgotten to tuck the hand under the bed.
It seems that the smell is coming from here.
The fat man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and followed Chu Changge and squatted down. After mentally preparing for a while, he reached out and lifted up the sheets. The smell hit his face. The fat man squinted and looked in, only to see a man lying on the bed. Under the bed, although it looked good, it was just a good-looking corpse.
"It's Liu Jie!" The fat man instantly recognized the man, "The doctor's colleague who betrayed his lust was still alive this morning. Why does he stink so much?"
Speaking of this, he suddenly understood something: "Actually, Liu Jie has died a long time ago. Is the ghost using his body?"
Chu Changge nodded: "Some customers in the coffee shop said that Gu Mian and the others would not easily give their contact information to customers, but two business cards of Gu Mian could be found in the residence of the deceased Wang Xin. That can only mean that Someone took Gu Mian's name and deliberately put it into the deceased's hands."
The person most likely to take away Gu Mian's business card is his roommate.
"Liu Jie has survived for such a long time, so he should have left some clues." After speaking, Chu Changge stood up and looked at Liu Jie's bed. "Perhaps what he knows will be recorded in some form." , although the possibility is not very high.”
The fat man understood: "So we are looking for clues this time."
He moved very quickly, and without waiting for Chu Changge's instructions, he began to fumble for the body in front of him: "Of course he takes the important things with him... but he doesn't seem to have anything on him."
Speaking of which, the fat man stood up again and groped for the bed in front of him: "If I want to hide something, I'll hide it under the mattress or in the pillow. I hid my pocket money in it back then, although my dad still found me later and threw me It’s a good time…”
At this time, Chu Changge was already standing in front of a locked cabinet: "This should be the cabinet Liu Jie uses."
The fat man who found nothing turned around and saw a small bright yellow lock hanging on the cabinet, the kind you can buy for five yuan in a convenience store.
Fatty had done a lot of lock-picking, and he immediately became excited about the five-dollar lock. It didn't take long for the lock to open with a "click".
The two opened the cabinet.
There wasn't much in the cabinet, just a few symbolic piles of clothes.
Chu Changge reached out and opened the clothes and found an A4 paper at the bottom of the piles of clothes.
"What is this?" The fat man looked at what Chu Changge had pulled out strangely. Of course he knew something like A4 paper.
It's just that this piece of paper was filled with things written in black gel pen.
If you look closely, the things on it don't seem to be words, but paintings.
The entire paper is filled with a strange little shape - a circle with a "big" underneath.
"Is it a villain?" The fat man immediately recognized the graphics that took up the entire paper. "This guy has no time to draw a villain and is so nervous that he hides it in his cabinet?"
The densely packed little figures fill the entire paper.
Even though these lines were extremely simple, Fatty still felt his scalp numb when looking at these densely packed little people.
Does this thing have anything to do with copies?
At this time, Chu Changge looked at Fatty: "There is no way to bring out a copy of this thing. Where is your camera? Take a photo."
He was talking about the special item [a strange camera] held by the fat man, which could take pictures of invisible ghosts. He could only take pictures once a day.
Of course, you can also use it to take selfies or landscape photos, so Fatty took out his camera and opened it.
The first photo in the album was Gu Mian's handsome face, and a grimace coming out of the window behind him. This was the face of the assassin, but it had been regulated not long ago. It was placed neatly on Gu Mian's bedside, never to be seen again.
The fat man raised his camera and pointed it at the paper in Chu Chang's Singer. Of course, nothing happened in the photo. Everything was normal in the photo.
He looked at the camera screen: "He is really a great abstract painter..."
At this time, the fortune teller, who was running wildly in the dark night, had already seen the shopping mall in front of her. She instantly became happy and tried to speed up and ran forward.
The fortune teller, who had doubled his speed, had already caught up with Ming Yue. At this time, the two were almost walking side by side. Although the ghost behind him was delayed for half a minute, he still caught up and was less than three meters away from them.
The fortune teller was still about a hundred meters away from the mall gate, and there was no way he could escape before being caught up by the ghost.
At this time, Mingyue's physical strength was almost exhausted. She was still running forward as hard as she could, but she didn't know when she would be able to stop. She was a little desperate.
The fortune teller has a firm target, which is the shopping mall ahead, so his steps are much more powerful.
Mingyue panted and looked at the person next to her, a little surprised that she was so full of energy: "If we continue like this, we will definitely be caught up by ghosts. It's better to run separately now. It's better to die one person than two."
The fortune teller didn't turn around: "That's not what you said when you stopped me just now."
She said as she quickly ran forward.
Mingyue reached out and grabbed the fortune teller's clothes: "Wait for me."
