"But the death toll in the serial murder case next door was eight..." Mingyue couldn't help but say.
The fortune teller didn't have time to think about the death toll, so she quickly said: "Are you done asking?"
Chu Changge nodded.
"Okay, let's finish then," the fortune teller said while staring at the pen in his hand, "please leave."
If he was a kind-hearted pen fairy, he would probably leave at this moment.
But after Gu Mian waited for a long time, he didn't see the candle next to him light up again. At the same time, he noticed that the invisible hand seemed to be even colder. He felt as if he was holding a piece of ice, and his blood was almost frozen.
It doesn't want to leave.
Beads of sweat appeared on the fortune teller's forehead, and she reiterated: "Please leave."
Bixian still didn't respond. At the same time, everyone felt that the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, making people shiver uncontrollably.
"What's going on!" Cai Cao looked at Gu Mian and Gu Mian with wide eyes.
Beads of sweat suddenly fell from the fortune teller's forehead: "I said something might happen... After all, inviting a pen fairy is a very dangerous thing..."
The room was eerily quiet, and the temperature continued to drop, as if something was about to appear.
Grassland swallowed his saliva and took a step back, quietly touching the door handle, but was shocked to find that the door could no longer be opened.
No matter how hard I try, I can't push open the door in front of me.
None of them can leave.
"The door can't be opened!" Seeing this, he finally raised his voice and shouted at the others.
Mingyue immediately looked here, ran over unbelievingly and twisted the handle hard, but of course it didn't open.
"What should I do?" Mingyue quickly turned back to look at the others.
It was seen that no one cared about the door. The fortune teller was still staring at the pen in his hand, and the man wearing glasses was also staring at it.
The doctor was actually in the mood to reach out with his other hand to touch the guitar bag next to him.
But the others looked like they were watching the fun.
Looking at the scene in front of her, Mingyue felt her heart beat. These people...
And just when the temperature in the room had dropped to a particularly terrifying level, Chu Changge suddenly said: "He's coming out."
Gu Mian looked at Chu Changge with some confusion and saw a pale hand stretched out from his pocket.
Outside the dilapidated building, a tall, thin old man with gray hair was walking leisurely with a small bench behind his back, shaking his head. At this time, a hand suddenly stretched out from the corner and plunged him into the darkness for half a minute.
Finally, there was a corpse with a horrible appearance in the middle of the road.
Five minutes later, an aunt came over pushing a bicycle. She was startled by the corpse on the ground. She immediately took out the elderly phone and pressed three buttons.
"What happened just now!" Prairie pressed his back tightly against the door, swallowing his saliva and looking at the people at the table.
At this time, the temperature in the room had returned to normal, all thanks to a hand that stretched out from the beautiful woman's pocket.
That's right, they saw with their own eyes a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the Chu beauty's pocket, and it quickly grasped the pen.
At that moment, the cold atmosphere around him disappeared without a trace, and the pale hand also disappeared without a trace.
Chu Changge looked at the person at the door expressionlessly: "It's nothing."
Looking at Chu Changge's face, Grassland shivered, and he quickly turned around and turned the doorknob: "You are too weird, I want to leave this ghost place..."
At this moment, the door was opened by him. Without any hesitation, Caiyuan quickly ran away from the man who looked very much like a ghost.
Mingyue was obviously unwilling to stay with them any longer. She only glanced at Gu Mian and the others, and then quickly left with the grassland.
Kotomaru also followed.
Suddenly, only six people, Gu Mian, were left in the room.
The fortune teller also looked at Chu Changge with great vigilance: "What just came out of your pocket?"
Chu Changge pushed up his glasses and repeated again: "It's nothing."
"Is it a ghost?" Liu Ruyan suddenly said, "I wonder if the ghost in any dungeon can be carried as a special item."
What? The fortune teller opened his mouth slightly: "Is this okay?"
Just when the fortune teller expressed surprise, Chu Changge suddenly stood up and walked into the bedroom with a slight frown.
Gu Mian put down the saw she had got and walked in. She saw Chu Changge walking to the window and looking outside. At this time, Gu Mian also heard something, which seemed to come from downstairs.
There are no anti-theft windows installed outside the glass, so the scene outside is clearly visible.
I saw a group of old men and women crowded together, forming a circle, and there seemed to be a person lying in the middle of the circle.
Gu Mian, who had excellent eyesight, saw that the person in the middle of the circle seemed to be dead. His expression was horrified and his limbs were twisted. He was an unsightly corpse.
Some of the uncles and aunts nearby also slightly covered their eyes with their hands, as if they did not dare to look directly at the horrific corpse.
At this time, other people also came to the window and looked at the body below.
"Did a ghost do it?" Gu Mian stared at the corpse in the circle of people and frowned, "Someone must have called the police by now."
The police will definitely come to this place before long, and there is a body in their house.
"It's best to get out of here quickly," Gu Mian turned around and walked out of the bedroom, "otherwise I may have to experience something I have never experienced before before long."
The fat man scratched his nose: "I don't want to get into trouble either...but where are we going?"
The fortune teller suddenly interjected: "When we asked the pen fairy just now, didn't we ask that nine people were killed in the murder case in the next city, but whether it was regular reports or gossip, the death toll was eight. What do you think about this?
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Gu Mian returned to the sofa and picked up the guitar bag: "Based on my many years of experience in horror movies, the ninth person who was killed in the last batch may have been possessed by a ghost after being killed, and is now hiding among us."
Players also died in the last batch of serial murder cases, and ghosts can completely take on the skin of players.
At this time, the fat man suddenly raised his hand: "Of course it can't be the five of us. The five of us are dungeons that matched together! We know everything about it."
The fortune teller showed a bitter expression: "Then I'm the only one left?"
"Of course the three who left just now are also suspects," Gu Mian suddenly stepped forward and patted the fortune teller on the shoulder. "Although you don't look like a ghost, I still want to ask you a question to test you."
The fortune teller stretched his neck slightly and listened carefully: "What's the problem?"
Gu Mian came closer and spoke softly: "Last time we played a dungeon together, what color were the fat man's underwear?"
The fortune teller stood stunned.
"We were in the dungeon together last time..." Wasn't it the dungeon of Sweet Lovers? The fortune teller suddenly recalled, "How could there be a fat man in that dungeon?"