MTL - Thriller Paradise-Chapter 39 Shanchi Haunted House (6)

The size of the restaurant is large, with a long table in the middle, and the person sitting at both ends can only talk to the point of dialogue. There were a few empty plates and forks scattered on the white tablecloth, and three or four fallen candlesticks.

There was a chandelier directly above the table, which was bigger than the one in the living room, but it was no longer lit. The lighting of the restaurant relied on the wall lamps on the walls.

The wooden chairs were placed in a mess, and several of them were placed on the ground, and spider webs had been set up.

If it rains, when I hear the system prompt, I just pause for a second, then continue to search, and the expression on my face is still frosty.

Still sad and smiling, the first thing to say: "The big brother who looked very powerful hangs."

"Great?" If the rain is off the road, "How do you see it?"

"The level is relatively high, it is still a professional player."

It’s like rain, if you use a sword to pick up a piece of tablecloth, you don’t stop searching, and you replied casually: “Our level will also become higher, and we can also ‘self-proclaim’ professional players.”

"Cousin... You raise the bar with me." The sad spirit looked like the rain, and muttered: "Now the professional players are hanging, are you still so calm?"

At this time, if the rain came out of the table and found a letter, only said four words: "drama items."

[Name: Ink-stained letters]

[Type: plot related]

[Quality: Normal]

[Function: Unknown]

[Can you bring out the script: No]

[Remarks: Some of the contents of the letter are covered by ink and cannot be identified. 】

She reached out and handed the letter to the sad and smiling bones. At the same time, she said: "This thing is unlikely to be under the table. It must have been reset after the death of the daring invincible."

The sadness took over the letter, and looked at it. Then he put it in the pocket of his waist and licked his lips: "Well... assuming that this letter is one of the clues to crack the main line, there is a possibility that The person with this letter will be attacked by a certain unknown force in this house, in a very dangerous situation, so..."

"So even the professional players are dead?" Like the rain.

"Well...but it’s weird." Sadly said: "They have four people, why is it only one dead, and it is still the strongest? Is it..."

"It doesn't have to be ‘none.'” The unspeakable voice suddenly sounded. He came in from the door: "Obviously, we are split."

Like rain and sadness, they turned their heads to look at him. They stopped and said: "And from the point that he has already rushed to the street, this ‘the strongest’ should also be questioned.”

"His level can be higher than you, and it is a professional player." Like the rain, I don't know how to seal it. She directly copied the sadness to convince herself.

"My grade will also get higher, I can also ‘self-proclaimed’ professional players, is that strong?” Feng Shou replied casually.

The sad spirit snickered and almost laughed.

It seems like the rain has changed slightly: "How long have you been?"

"Just arrived, what happened?" Feng did not know, he did not hear the conversation between the two before, only heard the last sentence of the sad spirit.

It was raining for two seconds and said: "What is the mission of the Ghost Palace?"

"Yeah." Feng did not return: "I found the first and fifth paragraphs, the other two are you discovered?"

The sadness shook his head and denied: "No, there are a lot of traps along the way."

It’s like rain and again; “What is the Ghost Palace? Is it a text? Or an item?”

"It is the first poem." Wang Shouzhi also appeared at the door of the restaurant, and Longao was next to him.

"It’s good." Feng did not know: "Which part did you find?"

"The good news is... we found two paragraphs." Long proud.

"The bad news is... we can't carry it down." Wang Shou's face is not ashamed, and he is proud of his expression.

"Probably repeat a few sentences that are impressive." Feng Shuh said.

The two talked about the four or five sentences.

After listening to it, he said: "It should be the second and third paragraphs..." Then he did something amazing. He said the two paragraphs that Xiaoshen and Longge found, and asked them right.

"Is it awkward... What is the situation?" Wang sighed and said, "Are you tracking us in secret?"

"This room was born from my memory in reality. In fact, I am a serial killer. Here is one of my strongholds." Feng said calmly: "The ghost palace you see is I wrote it on the wall when I was idle and doing nothing."

Under the sigh of the sigh, the statue was dislocated. He opened his mouth and widened his eyes and looked at it. He was in a mess.

Ten seconds later, Feng did not know to him: "I haven't reacted yet. This is the only joke."

"Ha ha ha..." Dragon proudly burst into laughter. He just realized that he was laughing and laughing, but he didn't think it was funny, but Wang Sheng's letter thought it was really speechless.

"This crazy man, after the cold joke is finished, can you tell the actual situation?" The sad spirit said: "You not only know the order of the paragraphs, but even the contents are derived, it must know the poem of the 'Ghost Palace'. What is the source?"

Feng did not know: "This poem is from Allan Poe's short story "The Fall of the House of Usher." I believe this script is also based on this text." He moved to a stool and sat down: "Who have you read? ?"

"No~" In addition to the rain, the other three are like the primary school students answering the teacher's question in unison, and the voice is long.

"No, his novels are actually nothing to look at." Feng did not know: "Poe is a high-end literary genre, gambling, alcoholism, all the way, chasing the royal sister, licking Loli. Life is not ironic. Tired, most of the novels only focus on the atmosphere, ignore the plot, and sometimes do some opportunistic activities. For example, at the beginning of "Li Ji Ya", he casually made a paragraph, adding a dash to say that Joseph Glanville Remarks, if there was a search engine in the 19th century, this guy should have been pulled out of the critics for a long time."

"Sounds like you are a **** powder..." It seems like the rain is cold and cold.

"It sounds like you are envious and hateful..." The sad spirit smiled and cast a contemptuous look.

"The more you listen, the more you look..." Wang sighs.

"Mad brother, you are self-respecting..." Dragon proudly didn't know what to say, he could only persuade him.

The seal did not stand up, and the face did not change its color and died: "Slightly know one or two, nothing..."

"If you can even recite the poem, don't explain it again."

"This sister..." said the seal.

"You Gui Geng? Call my sister."

"This sister..."

"You try again."

I didn’t feel a deep breath: "It’s like a woman... In fact, this person is quite a fascinating person..."

"Mr. Mad, you really don't have to explain it to me." The corner of the mouth, like a rain, reveals a faint smile.

The seal probably stayed for three seconds, and then turned around without incident: "Today's wind is good..."

Dragon proudly feels embarrassed. "Mad brother, even if you are exposed, you don't have to care too much. We will continue to find clues."

I didn’t feel a bit of old blood spurting out of my throat. My heart said: You said that the second half of the sentence is not finished. Is the first sentence in the middle of the knife?

"Right, I just want to ask you, don't you feel weird?" Feng Shouzheng said: "How come we all go to the restaurant? The structure of this house should be changed. We will concentrate at the same time, whether mean……"

When the words were not finished, I only heard a bang, and the only door in the restaurant closed.

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