It was almost noon, inside the treehouse.
"Oh … You are much better than I thought, Wang …" Shawn scratched his head and looked at Xiao Tan. "… You were too humble before. From how I see it, you are an expert on monsters."
"It's okay …" Xiao Tan answered absent-mindedly.
At that moment, he had been chatting with the two kids, Shawn and Horace, for a long time. The so-called 'monster test' was actually some questions and answers about monsters. For a player like Xiao Tan who had been in Thriller Paradise for a long time, these questions were naturally not difficult at all.
"Speaking of which … I'm chatting with these two kids here. Will it really help the game?" Since he had not received any actual benefit so far and did not receive any system notification, Xiao Tan started to wonder if what he was doing was useless.
"I was right, wasn't I? Shawn, "Horace said from the side." So Wang can join our club, right? "
"Of course," Shawn said. "He can even be our consultant."
"Haha … That's great …" Xiao Tan did not want to dampen the children's enthusiasm, so he forced a smile and then said, "Then … I see that it's almost noon, I …"
Just as Xiao Tan was about to run away with the excuse that his mother was calling him home for lunch, Shawn suddenly thought of something and interrupted him. "Oh right! I have something to show you. "
As he said that, he had already climbed to the corner of the treehouse and rummaged through the pile of junk.
Seeing this, Xiao Tan swallowed the words that he wanted to say and waited to see what would happen.
"Oh, it's here." Not long after, Shawn crawled back with a book in his hand.
It was a rather thick book, and the outer layer was wrapped in leather. The whole thing was yellowish-brown, and it looked quite old.
"Two days ago, my mother went to the garage auction at Jane Boggs' house and bought me this book." Shawn showed the cover of the book to his two friends with a mysterious expression. "Look at who the author is."
"Hmm … This is …" Xiao Tan had just seen the handwriting on the cover.
Horace, who was beside him, had already shouted, "Oh my god! It's Van Helsing! Where did Boggs and the others get it? "
"According to my mother, they seem to have found it in the old house on Dark Creek Road," Shawn replied.
Xiao Tan thought about it and suggested, "Erm … can I take a look?"
"Of course …" When Shawn said the first half of the sentence, he handed the book directly into Xiao Tan's hands, and then he said the second half of the sentence, "… Provided you can understand it.
.. ", Shawn looked at Shawn's looks, Shawn's looked at Shawn looked at the book.
"Yes." Shawn shrugged. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have left the book here and not read it."
"Hmm …" Xiao Tan said in his heart, "I don't understand German … And the system's translation function didn't translate the text in this book, so it can be seen …"
"Shawn, Horace," Xiao Tan thought again and asked, "Do you know anyone around here who understands German?"
Xiao En and Horace looked at each other. A few seconds later, Horace swallowed his saliva and replied, "There is … But that person …"
"What's wrong?" Xiao Tan wondered. "That person is not very friendly?"
"We call him the 'weird German man,'" Shawn said. "He looks about sixty years old and lives alone in the unit in the northwest corner of the community. No one has ever seen him out of the house, and no one has seen what the house looks like …" Shawn's tone sounded like he was describing a monster, not a person. "It is said that he is a German spy, or maybe a vampire."
"Why do I feel like he is just a foreign empty-nest old man …" Xiao Tan couldn't help but complain.
"What did you say?" Shawn and Horace didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence.
"Haha … Nothing." Xiao Tan quickly brought the topic back to business and said, "If you don't mind, how about coming with me to visit the 'weird German man'?"
…
It was almost noon. On a small road in the city, an ambulance was driving steadily on the road.
The driver was a blond man in his twenties. He was wearing a blue uniform and had a pair of headphones on as he drove, listening to slightly noisy music.
Perhaps it was because he was only here to transport the body, so he was the only one in the ambulance.
At this time, lying in the back of the ambulance was the man who was shot dead at the police station, the man who called himself the "werewolf."
"What the hell?" The blond man drove the car to the middle of the road and found that the road ahead was blocked by a brown Ford that looked very shabby.
Because the road was relatively narrow, if the car was placed in the middle of the road like this, it could basically block the vehicles in both directions. Unless the driver was willing to risk the chassis of the car to drive to the shoulder of the road, otherwise, it would be impossible to pass.
"Hey! What are you doing? Buddy. " The blond man helplessly stopped the ambulance, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted at the car.
The next second, a pale face appeared in the window next to the driver's seat of the blocking car …
…
On the other hand, on a boulevard in the community.
"There are also two people on the other side, we can't be careless …" Tan Lang said as he crouched behind the green belt on the side of the road.
"I'm not careless." Defeating Armies hid behind a big tree one meter away from his teammates and responded, "In an encounter like this, isn't it the safest way to test the waters with shooting skills?"
At the same time, behind a low wall on the opposite side of the boulevard.
"Thankfully, the power of the players in this scenario is limited …" Xiao Ling said as she treated the wound on her arm. "Or else that shot would have killed me …"
"But …" Ruo Yu, who stood beside her, added, "… we've been taken advantage of by the enemy, so we have to be careful not to let them expand their advantage."
"It's fine." Xiao Ling had already recovered from her wound, and she said confidently and murderously, "I don't believe that he can beat me in sniping."
…
Dark Creek Road, 'Old House'.
The road was located in the countryside, and it was surrounded by barren hills.
The swaying shadows of the trees and the swamp that stretched for several miles surrounded the 'Old House', adding an eerie feeling to this old house.
At noon that day, a dark-colored car slowly drove to the Old House … and stopped.
Soon, an adult man got down from the driver's seat.
He looked to be in his thirties, and he was wearing a cheap suit that did not fit him well. Even though he tried his best to tidy up his hair and beard, it was hard to hide the unkempt appearance of his long hair and beard.
"Come on, Mr. F, we're here." After Hill got down from the car, he walked to the backseat and opened the door for Brother Jue with an annoyed attitude.
"Haha … You're a qualified driver, Mr. Hill." Feng Bujue did not mind the man's attitude. When he got down from the car, he joked, "I'm sorry, but I don't have the money to give you a tip."
"Humph … That's a shame," Hill replied with a fake smile, using sarcasm to respond to Brother Jue's provocative joke.
"Alright …" After Feng Bujue got down from the bus stop, he immediately gave Hill an order. "Let's move on." He then raised his finger to point at the Old House about ten meters away.
"What do you want to do in this place?" Hill glanced at the house and then said in a suspicious tone, "This house has been abandoned for many years. There are rumors that it is haunted."
"Haha … Haunted." Feng Bujue repeated the word and laughed. "Let me teach you another lesson, Mr. Hill …" As he spoke, he walked in front of Hill and gestured for him to follow. "Any house that is claimed to be 'haunted' usually has one of the following two characteristics. One, the house is really haunted. Two, there is some kind of big secret hidden inside. That's why people spread rumors about 'haunted' so that people would stay away from this place."
"You mean …" Hill continued, "This house belongs to the second situation?"
"Well …" Feng Bujue turned his head and shrugged. "Haha … Actually, I personally think … The house in front of us is a combination of both situations."
"Then you can go in by yourself. I'll wait for you here," Hill replied immediately.
"Oyster." Before the man finished, another strange word suddenly escaped from Feng Bujue's lips. "Oyster."
"Ah —" Hill's reaction when he heard the word was similar to when he heard the word "taro."
Hill's body began to twitch from his back. It took less than two seconds for the effect to spread to his whole body. In these two seconds, he was already lying down due to the pain.
"Why … why … did you say that …" After Hill caught his breath, he wanted to ask Feng Bujue what was going on, but when the words reached his lips, he realized … it would be better if he did not say the word 'oyster'.
"Haha … Did you think I would only set one keyword?" Feng Bujue said. "Let me tell you, this chip has a wide vocabulary. There are more than forty words that can make you feel like dying."
"You are a demon!" Hill roared at his Brother Jue angrily and unwillingly.
"You can say whatever you want." Feng Bujue responded noncommittally. He then snapped his fingers and pointed to the door in front of him. "Now, if you don't want to know more about the words that will make you feel uncomfortable, please come and open the door."
In the face of such a blatant threat, Hill could only quickly get up from the ground, patted the dust off his body, and then walked to the door of the old house.
"I hope after this is over, you will keep your promise … Take out this damn chip," Hill said as he walked to Feng Bujue.
"Don't worry, that thing is much more valuable than your life." When Brother Jue said this kind of harsh truth, there was a sense of mockery in his tone.
Gululu — gululu —
Hill, who had reached the door, held the door handle and turned it a few times. Then he turned to Brother Jue and said, "It's locked."
"So what?" Feng Bujue said, "Do you want me to teach you how to break through the door?"
The reason he asked that was because … when they stole the car earlier, and obviously, the vehicle that Feng Bujue and Hill were on was stolen as well, Hill had shown the qualities of an amateur, and in the end, it was with Feng Bujue's careful guidance that he managed to complete the job.
"I don't know how to pick locks!" After hearing Brother Jue's question, Hill shouted back, "What do you want me to do? Break the door panel? "
"You can try." Feng Bujue immediately replied.
"I …" Hill wanted to talk back, but he quickly noticed that Brother Jue's dead fish eyes flashed with an impatient expression. "Okay, okay! I'll try, don't do anything stupid! "
The pain caused by the chip … was undoubtedly more unbearable than a shoulder dislocation or fracture, so Hill could only do as he was told.
Bang —
The door panel made a muffled sound with the first hit.
Bang bang — Bang bang bang …
Then there was a series of consecutive hits, which recorded the frequency of Hill's attacks on the door panel.
Just like this, after about a dozen hits, finally …
"Kacha", the position where Hill's shoulder was aimed at had a small hole.
"See, this kind of thing … How do you know you'll fail if you don't try?" Feng Bujue said in a tone like a life teacher instructing a student.
Hill snorted coldly and did not reply. He just silently reached his hand into the hole that he had made and then bent his arm to open the door from the inside.
A few seconds later, the door of the "old house" … opened just like that.
The moment the door opened, a gloomy, indescribable invisible pressure flowed out from the door. Hill was so scared that he instinctively took a few steps back.
"Are you sure you want to go in?" It was the first time Hill experienced the fear of being surrounded by darkness in broad daylight. He desperately wanted to retreat.
"Of course. Why else would I come here?" Feng Bujue was unusually calm. As he spoke, he took out the [Compound Anti-Gravity Catapult] from his backpack and turned on the searchlight. "Considering that the lighting in this house is not good, I'll help you with the lighting when you scout ahead. Don't worry."
When he heard the word "scout", Hill felt a chill run down his spine. He gulped and turned to look at his Brother Jue. He asked in a trembling voice, "Are you sure you want me to scout ahead? I mean … "He looked at his Brother Jue with a pleading look." … I think you can do this by yourself … "
"Yes, I can," Feng Bujue replied coldly. "But if there's a cannon fodder here, why shouldn't I use him?"
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