Thriller Paradise Chapter 37: Shanchi Haunted House (4)

There are several paintings hung on the wall in the living room on the first floor, most of which look like works by mental patients. The paintings are full of illusions and obscure. But only one is not so abstract.

　　 The painting shows the interior view of a long and narrow rectangular tunnel. The four walls are low, smooth and white, without interruption or decoration, and the road ahead looks like a downward slope. It's a bit like...no, it should be said to be very much like a tomb. Some of the details of the depiction show that the cave is deeply buried in the ground. There is no exit in the picture, and there is no artificial lighting source. The painter does not know what method he used to show a ghost in the painting. Brutish, unsuitable light for the environment.

　　Feng Bujue stared at the scene for about five seconds, his eyes seemed to be frozen, an unknown force made him unable to speak or move. In the next second, the darkness in front of him was obscured, and nothing was seen. When it was not too much, when he regained his mobility, he took out the flashlight from his suitcase and opened it to see that he had reached the tunnel painted in the painting.

　　 He doesn’t know the principle of this teleportation, and he doesn’t know whether Xiao Tan and Brother Long saw his departure, but whether they saw it or not, I’m afraid he would have to rely on his own strength to leave this place. Up.

　　 Behind him is a stone wall, which he pushes up with his hands motionless, the top wall is low, and there is obviously no escape from above. Feng Bujue sighed, took out the [Eyes of Enmity] from his suitcase and put it on, holding a flashlight in one hand and a pipe wrench in the other, and started walking down the tunnel downhill.

　　There is [Jazz Dance] on his feet, Feng Bujue is not worried about the lack of physical fitness caused by the pathfinder, and it doesn't matter how far he goes. With a stamina of 1100, coupled with the special effects of equipment to reduce the consumption of walking and running, he can walk all the way in space dance steps. Even if the city below is really the size of Castlevania, he is confident that he can explore the map.

　　 After walking along the tunnel for about ten minutes, Feng Bujue’s flashlight flickered a few times. He shook it with his hand and patted the barrel twice. He thought: Low battery? Impossible... It didn't take long at all in the last script. Poor contact? It's even more impossible. It says MADEINCHINA on this thing, it's of good quality...

　　 Suddenly, a strange whisper came from the front: "Let me out..."

　　The sound came from a distance of about ten meters in front of Feng Bujue. He looked away from the flashlight and looked there, but the light of the flashlight disappeared completely at this moment, causing his eyes to become pitch black.

　　 Then, the light of the flashlight flickered a few short times, just to reveal a white shadow standing alone in front of him. Looking at the figure, this is a woman. She was bruised, skinny and bloodstained on her white clothes. Due to the short time she saw her, coupled with the problem of light and distance, Feng Bujue couldn't see her face at all.

　　 The light was fleeting, and Feng Bujue's eyes immediately became pitch black again, only that scary image was left on his retina. Then he heard another whine in his ears.

　　 "Let me out!" In the darkness, the sound of the human body touching the wooden plank was immediately heard. It was the sound of friction and impact, as well as the creaking of hinges. Another extremely distant voice came faintly... as if someone was screaming in the depths of the copper corridor of the cellar.

　　 About thirty seconds later, the flashlight returned to normal, no longer flickering, and continued to output light.

　　Feng Bujue, after encountering the scene just now, not only did not change his face, but also sighed: "It turns out that the flashlight is not broken, it's just a flicker caused by the plot..."

　　 At this time, another system prompt sounded: [Update of the progress of the branch mission]

　　Feng Bujue checked it, and the current progress of the task [find all six "ghost palaces"] has become 2/6. It must be someone else found another word, but you can see from the task bar. No specific content.

　　At the same time, Wang Tanzhi and Long Aomin on the first floor are squatting by the fireplace in the kitchen, watching the second paragraph of "Ghost Palace" written on the brick wall with black material like soot. .

　　[The king's flag is brilliant and golden,

　　 fluttered on the top of the palace.

　　All these are past events

　　 It was a breeze,

　　A beautiful and peaceful day.

　　 along the white palace wall,

　　 A dark fragrance flies away. 】

　　 "Ah...I don't understand it at all!" Wang Tanzhi almost forgot after reading it. He came to the fireplace, facing up, put his head inside to see the chimney.

After 　　 made his face black, he came out and said: "Hey... it's too narrow, I must not climb out."

　　 At first, Long Aomin seemed to ignore his words, and Wang Tanzhi didn't care too much. However, a few seconds later, Wang Tanzhi turned his head and found that Long Aomin's expression was very abnormal. He saw his eyes widened and his mouth was stunned, as if he was saying something loudly, but Xiao Tan didn't hear half of it in his ears. word.

　　 This strange scene made Wang Tanzhi's hair horrified, and then he realized something... His own voice did not come out of his throat at this moment.

　　 The next situation looks terrifying to the person involved, but others will definitely find it funny if they look at it.

　　 I saw two people who didn’t understand sign language dancing and dancing, and they expressed affectionately with their facial expressions and lips for a long time. In the end, no one figured out what the other party was saying...

　　 I think the most suitable line for this kind of scene should be: "Are you sick?" "Do you have medicine?" "How much do you have?" "How much do you eat?" "How much do you eat?" You can eat as much as you want!" "You are sick!"...

　　 But in fact~IndoMTL.com~ What they said is the difference.

　　 Wang sighed: "What's the matter? What did you say? What do you mean by this gesture?"

　　 Long Aomin: "It's the black thing on your face that is doing the trick!"

　　 From Long Aomin’s point of view, it is clear that the black soot on Wang Tanzhi’s face is like a "living" mask. At this moment, he is making a grotesque smiling face. It doesn't matter what expression I make, it seems to be a painting floating on my face.

　　 Finally, Long Aomin thought of a way. He found a rag in the messy kitchen, placed it in front of his face, and made a clockwise wiping motion at a distance, and then pointed the rag with his finger. , Pointed at Wang Tanzhi's face again.

　　 The latter seemed to understand. He took the cloth and wiped it on his face regardless of the number of three seven twenty one. When he took the cloth away, the two of them recovered their ability to speak normally.

　　 "Wow! What kind of monster is this?" Wang Tanzhi looked at the rag in his hand. The "black face" was like printed on the cloth, and it moved from Xiao Tan's face to the rag. At this moment, Xiao Tan's face became clean and there was no black and gray.

　　 "Although I don’t know the meaning of the system setting..." Long Aomin realized at this time that this has no real lethality, and it is not particularly scary. In addition to expressing a systematic whole Apart from the malicious intent of Gu players, there seems to be no reason to appear here.

　　"But I think it’s safer to burn it." Long Aomin took the mask and found two flintstones beside a stove...