Thriller Paradise Chapter 107: Black and white ghost domain (2)

"The disciples are on the four walls, this is..." Feng Bujue walked into the room.

This long house is indeed very dilapidated. It is built with brick and wood structure. The beams and pillars in the house are made of wood. There are many cracks on the four walls. There are traces of cement in some places. It looks like it was just built recently. . There is only one window in the house, about one meter wide, and it is of the kind of fence, not a glass window. Above the window fence is a simple beam on which the curtains are hung. If the wind was blowing from the window towards the house, the rain would definitely come in directly from the wooden fence.

The house is divided into two rooms, separated by a door frame, without a door panel. After entering the house, this room is considered to be a living room for the time being. It is only about ten square meters. The floor is wooden. There is a cabinet with a height and chest against the wall. There is a round low table in the middle of the room, and there are three tatami mats next to it. .

The ceiling is relatively low, and in the middle is a light bulb hanging from a wire, glowing at the moment.

Feng Bujue walked to the next room and probed in to check. The room is narrower than the "living room". There is a mattress on the floor, which has taken up half of the space. There is also a wardrobe beside the door frame. There is no light in the house, that is to say, the people living in this house People, when you want to go to bed, you have to go to the outside room, turn off the light, and then walk to the mattress in the second room and lie down.

Of course...There is really no furniture in this room. In theory, you are not afraid of bumping into something when you walk in the dark.

"It's too arrogant..." Feng Bujue closed the door and said to himself: "There is only electricity but no water... The toilets are public." He had noticed it when he was outside the house. In the courtyard outside this row of longhouses. There is an outline similar to a telephone booth, which is estimated to be a simple toilet.

[The current mission is completed, the main mission has been updated]

The system prompt sounded before the **** was sitting hot. Feng Bujue opened the menu and saw that the task [Go Home] was checked next to it, and the new task appeared: [Stay in the house until dawn 】

"Huh?" Feng Bujue's unhappy expression: "I have to stay one night?"

At this time, there was a storm outside the house, lightning and thunder. Although the curtains were pulled, a gust of cold wind came in from the window fence, and the shadows behind the curtain were fascinating. I don’t know if it is the shadow of the branches moving with the wind, or something lingering outside...

Although there is electricity in this room, the only thing that uses electricity is a light bulb, let alone a TV, not even a radio, even if Feng Bujue would not be tortured by fear, he would be tortured by boredom...

"I thought the difficulty of the nightmare is the difficulty of the battle has become huge..." Feng Bujue came to the cabinet in the living room: "Is it such a setting..." He opened the cabinet door sideways and looked at it. Now, there is a thermos in the cabinet. Two tea cups and one teapot. They are all placed on a round wooden pallet.

Because everything is black and white, Feng Bujue couldn't distinguish the colors of these things. He tried to carry it. The thermos was almost full, so he took them out and put them on the low table.

Then he went back to the cupboard and found a small tube containing tea on the upper floor. The word "tea" was written on the tube, and there were no other names, varieties, and production dates.

"Well... Although it was a disaster. I found a place to live, but can I really live like this..." Feng Bujue said, "I don't even have running water. If I want to go to the toilet, I have to go outside. If I want to take a bath, I have to go to the public. In the bathhouse, there are no dishes and chopsticks for eating... But even if there are, I can’t wash the dishes after eating in this house.” He washed the teapot and cups with the water in the thermos, and then poured the water away. . Then opened the tea tube, grabbed a handful and put it into the teapot. I soaked a pot of unknown drink and poured myself a glass.

Since the equipment in the clothing bar cannot be changed in the script, that is to say, the clothes cannot be taken off, so Feng Bujue had to wring out the water on the clothes as much as possible. Then I wore wet clothes and waited to dry naturally.

At this moment, he made a pot of hot tea and held it in his hand, which at least relieved the cold on his body.

"The information and clues given are greatly reduced, and many FLAGs that trigger and die, by the way, make a fuss about the degree of horror... This is the tone of the nightmare difficulty." Feng Bujue said: "Some A seemingly inadvertent choice may lead to an extinction.” He recalled the experience just now, only to have some hindsight: “If I say the wrong thing, or show panic, I’m afraid the rip girl will do it. I'll give it a second. And the monster on the telegraph pole is also..."

He looked up at the direction of the window, and there was still heavy rain outside: "It seems that there is no time and space constraints, but if you really ignore the main mission and go out to explore, you may trigger a FLAG on the street. Killing, judging from the worldview of this script, you must have a strong spiritual combat ability to gain a certain degree of freedom...otherwise it will be difficult to say."

Drinking another sip of hot tea, he muttered: "Anfen point follows the main line...It is estimated that the most is to be continuously frightened. In terms of combat, he should not be in desperation." He put down his teacup, "But... It's really boring, do you want me to sleep in the script? By the way, there is not even a newspaper in this room..."

"Oh—"

Suddenly, there was a strange sound.

"Woo--Uh--"

Two more sounds followed, dragging a long tone, sounding like an old witch's voice.

The sound came from the wall, in the "neighbor's" room.

"What kind of trouble is this..." Feng Bujue turned his face to the other side and said: "The wind and heavy rain... are you dancing in the house?"

Feng Bujue thought about it~IndoMTL.com~ This situation should be part of the main line, and he should make some response.

"Hey—the one over there, are you okay?" He yelled toward the wall.

Then the voice stopped abruptly.

"What the hell... hung up?" Feng Bujue was originally sitting cross-legged on the floor. When he heard that the other side suddenly stopped moving, he propped on the ground with his hands and knees, moved as quietly as possible to the wall, and stood up. Ears, stick to the wall before listening.

Squeak--

It was the sound of the door, followed by footsteps. It sounded like the guy next door opened the door and went out of the house.

"It's not going to come knocking on my door." Feng Bujue moved to the door of his house again, but only the sound of wind and rain outside could be heard on this side. He waited for a while, but the other party didn't knock on the door, but he didn't hear anyone coming to his door.

Feng Bujue was not afraid anyway, so he planned to open the door to see what was going on with this neighbor. He stood up, holding a pipe wrench in one hand, and slowly turning the doorknob in the other, slowly opening the door to a gap, and peeping out from the room...