Seeing so many skeletons staring at him, Su Ming kept walking. He just pinched his fingers on the brim of his cowboy hat and nodded to the skeletons as a greeting.
Then he hugged his apprentice and continued walking to the elevator.
The skeletons behind them looked at each other, and the spider webs wrapped around them were torn off. There were no eyeballs in the black eye sockets, and they could not make a sound when they opened their jaws. No one knew whether they were communicating.
But they seemed to stomp away in frustration.
There is a small side hall next to the lobby, which is a shared living room and study room. When passing by the door, you can hear a clicking sound coming from the room.
"Teacher, it's the sound of a typewriter." Mysterio stopped and looked at Su Ming with excitement: "I want to go in and have a look."
"Then let's take a look. It should be Jack's typewriter." Deathstroke is understandable. After all, when he comes out to play, he has to make his apprentice happy: "I'm not sure if the study here is on the first floor, but since this is a haunted house, it can
It’s normal to rearrange the room.”
The two of them walked into the living room, which had beautiful large floor-to-ceiling windows, a lamp with a glass shade on the round table, and the air was filled with the smell of dust.
The typewriter that made the sound was under a gleam of light in the darkness. The jammed paper on it was constantly moving, and from time to time it would make a 'click' sound and return to position, as if an invisible person was using it.
The mysterious guest who pulled Su Ming quickened his pace. It could be said that he ran over as if he was afraid that the ghost would escape.
She glanced at the yellowed paper and saw the black words that suddenly appeared on the paper. Not only was she not afraid, she even clapped her hands happily.
"Teacher, look! The classic has reappeared!"
Of course, it was a reappearance of a classic. Su Ming leaned down from the other side of the table to look at the paper. Both of their hands were resting on the back of the chair, as if they were hugging the non-existent writer on the chair.
On the paper is the same sentence repeated endlessly:
"All work and no play makes Jack a fool."
"Oh, not bad. Do you like this typewriter? Take it back as a souvenir for you?" Su Ming looked at his students and made a suggestion. If Mysterio didn't learn anything from him, it's that this girl didn't.
Squirrel syndrome, I basically don’t search for loot.”
"Hmm! Not bad." Mysterio tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded cutely: "It's just that I don't know if it can type on its own when I take it out, so I have to record a short video first."
After saying that, she took out her titanium alloy mobile phone from her pocket, turned on the small light on the front, illuminated her face and the typewriter on the table, and took a commemorative video.
"Today the teacher took me to the Overlook Hotel to play. It was so fun. Did you see what this is? By the way, this is Crazy Jack's typewriter. Look, it is still repeating the lines.
Isn’t it scary? Hehe, but as long as the teacher is here, I’m not afraid of anything.”
After recording the short video, she skillfully edited it, added some thriller music, looked up at the ceiling and said:
"Adjutant, can you help me send this short video to Kamal Taj's group now? The group name is 'Love and Love Family', and I can't wait to share it with everyone."
"But the Sheriff himself is not in the group." The deputy's projection floated out from Deathstroke's body and complained mercilessly: "He thinks the name is too vulgar."
"It's because the teacher is not inside that I have to show off to others." The adjutant turned on the Bluetooth function of the phone and stretched it out in front of the adjutant: "You have a lot to learn, and the human heart is stronger than you realize.
It’s also complicated, it’s not just about gaining a sense of presence, it’s about my plan.”
"Your darkness is exactly the same as that of the Sheriff. The message has been transmitted." The puppet flattened its mouth speechlessly, rolled its eyes and disappeared.
Su Ming was noncommittal about this, but the actions of the two people obviously made something unhappy. The chair they were holding hands with suddenly made a creak and flew out, then automatically disintegrated with a snap, followed by the lamp on the table.
It slammed into the wall and shattered into pieces.
The invisible force wanted to throw the typewriter away, but the strangulating black tentacles tightly grabbed it in several tentacles and slowly stuffed it into Mysterio's pocket as if to show off.
"Hey."
The meaning of strangulation is very simple. Today I can save this typewriter. Even if God comes, I won’t be able to keep it. It says.
The host wants to give typewriters to students, so the good symbiote must help the host achieve its goal.
"Oh, someone is angry. It's really scary." Su Ming flipped the cigarette ashes aside perfunctorily, and yawned when he returned to the darkness: "It's really scary here, so scary."
"Yeah, it's really scary." Mysterio also agreed, and he also put away the remaining manuscript papers on the table, those marked with 'Jack's Sutra': "Teacher, let's go and see what's going on upstairs.
There is nothing that is not scary.”
The two of them left the side hall in a hurry, not even planning to look back, and walked towards the elevator unhurriedly.
The golden hall looked gray at night, and the white wallpaper in the corridor seemed to be covered with mold and dust. After walking a certain distance, the two came to the front of the triple elevator room, with the half-moon-shaped floor indicator board.
, at this time it is moving as fast as a clock.
When the two of them stood still, the elevator was still on the top floor, but after pressing the call button, the elevator fell quickly as if it was free-falling from the top floor.
"Ding!"
As a crisp sound echoed in the dark corridor, the elevator door opened, but the elevator was not empty, but a large amount of blood spewed out like a dam bursting.
Although there were only three elevators, the scene of blood spurting reminded Su Ming of the sound of a hydropower station opening its gates. The red liquid swept in with a tsunami-like roar, and the smell of blood instantly filled his nose.
Mysterio's eyes were brighter, and she liked this style.
Soon enough, the two of them were drowned by the tide of blood. The blood continuously spurted out of the small elevator car, swallowing them up as if endlessly, flowing around the corner of the corridor but disappearing.
But even so, everything within the field of vision was stained with blood.
The sound of thousands of galloping blood lasted for about three minutes before it gradually stopped. When the tide in the corridor receded, it was revealed that the two bloody men were still standing firmly in place, even the cigarette in Deathstroke's mouth was not extinguished.
After touching the blood on his face, Su Ming took off the cigarette from his mouth and blew out a smoke ring:
"Another classic is back again, but that's it? Hurry up and come up with something more serious. If there is no more exciting scene than this, I will give you a bad review on Dianping!"