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Do you know what it's like to turn your head and see a corpse?

But what about adding some other factors to the above two premises?

For example, around the corner, I met a little boy with a seaweed head.

His skin was shriveled and covered in mummy-like bandages, except for his face, which was skewed like a skull's head, bright red fluid oozing from his sunken eye sockets, threads jumping out of each of his sockets, and his white and red eyes hanging to the ground at the end.

The short body was hollowed out in front of him, and the internal organs were pulled out of it and drizzled bright red, countless small transparent balloons were filled with blackened water, and the hollowed-out places were stuffed into bulging pockets, and several layers of bandages were wrapped around the outside to make the wounds loom, and countless fine and dense needles pierced all over his body.

Rao is a guy like Conan who doesn't believe in ghosts and believes in the supremacy of science, and he was almost scared to death when he saw this little boy.

What the hell this is!

Not to mention the faint candlelight in the now cold, damp cave passages.

Seeing these people suddenly appear in his sight, the seaweed-headed boy's head tilted more to the left, the neat crack in his neck was exposed, and the corners of his grinning mouth opened and closed, as if something sticky red was flowing from his mouth while smiling.

Xiaolan's face turned pale in an instant, and she instinctively picked up Conan beside her and ravaged in her arms and screamed, as if she wanted to express the depression in her heart, but in a blink of an eye, she realized something, subconsciously raised her hand, and when she saw the blood on it, she suddenly screamed again, looking at the face of a certain little ghost, he seemed to be about to suffocate directly at a certain moment.

Yuanzi stared at his eyes, screamed miserably, and without saying a word, he found the closest person to him and buried his head in the other party's arms, and his hand grabbed the other party's clothes tightly and refused to let go, but when he tried to open his eyes, he suddenly felt that the color of the clothes was not quite right, and when he looked up, he found that it was Kyogoku Zhen and immediately let go and jumped away.

Daoxie Masahiko's gaze has not shifted from the seaweed-headed boy's body, and his expressionless face looks the most calm, but judging from the stiffness of his eyes, this guy is probably directly scared into a pile of wood and does not know what to do.

The people of the expedition couldn't help but laugh out loud when they saw the embarrassment of these newcomers.

"How's that, exciting, isn't it?" Camus smirked on his face, "This is the entrance to the haunted house that has just begun, you guys are scared like this, how are you going to spend the rest of the game?"

"Don't say that, my dear. Shizuka Jing finally spoke softly at this time, leaned a little distance over Camus's chest, glanced contemptuously at the people who had just turned the corner to witness the tip of the iceberg of the haunted house, and snorted softly, "After all, it's some high school students, and it's natural not to see the world-"

She wanted to make a few declarations as a person who had come over, but the corner of her eyes suddenly skimmed to another scenery, and she was slightly stunned, as if she was a rooster choking her neck, and her voice stopped abruptly.

"The skin made of rubber looks very elastic, but because of corrosion, it's a little unsatisfactory, but the workmanship is still very good. ”

Kurosawa Silver stood beside the seaweed-headed boy, holding his chin to look at the vivid doll with interest, half-crouching down with interest.

"These red liquids are ink, it's a pity, if you use real blood, even if it's pig blood, cow blood, duck blood, chicken blood, it doesn't matter, using red ink as blood doesn't look good at all. ”

Gray Yuan glanced at Kurosawa Silver, and a little disgust involuntarily appeared on his face, and he raised his arm to let the light of the flashlight flicker over the seaweed-headed boy's body, and in particularly bloody places, the light of the flashlight would always be slightly gathered, and at this time, Gray Yuan's brows were even tighter.

"It's useless to make such a messy thing, isn't it? The intestines are made of toilet paper, and there is still a rotten smell coming out, and the liquid in them is ink, which can easily be polluted, and if the intestines are stained with bruises, then there is really nothing to look at. ”

"Hawkers, Xiao Ai, don't say that, making this kind of puppet is originally used to be scary, just be terrifying, and the rest can be ignored. ”

Kurosawa Silver stretched out his white-gloved hand and poked the head of the seaweed-headed boy, and a little boredly pulled off a hair and wrapped it around the falling eyes, tied a bow with nothing to do, pulled his eyes up and put them on the seaweed's head, and then clapped his palms and straightened up.

"The janitor puppet at the entrance of the haunted house is just so-so, and I don't know what kind of surprises will be there when I enter the haunted house, but it is good to be able to have this level, and it is worth recording. ”

Kurosawa Silver took out his mobile phone and took a few photos of the seaweed-headed boy, then smiled slightly and shifted his gaze to Camus and his party: "Then, I'll trouble you to lead the way." ”

"Uh...... Definitely, definitely. Camus looked at Kurosawa Silver at this time, his gaze had completely changed, and he was screaming in a cold sweat.

He originally thought it was a lamb to be slaughtered, but then he thought that the other party was a dangerous wolf, but now that he looks at it, he didn't expect it to be a wolf with a problem in his head to the point of terror, and he is still interested in molesting the puppet in this situation, this nerve is out of the alien galaxy, right?

In fact, it wasn't just Camus who thought so, but everyone present looked at Kurosawa Silver with a little shame.

But it is undeniable that Kurosawa Gin's casual joking attitude has indeed made the originally slightly awkward atmosphere a little more harmonious.

At least after the funny change just now, Xiaolan can finally look at the seaweed-headed boy, and even has a little sympathy when she glances at the picture of the other party's eyes tied to the door of her head, and the garden with a low smile covers her mouth and almost laughs out loud, and her admiration for Kurosawa Silver in her heart is like a surging river.

Being able to turn a scary puppet into a comical abstract puppet with a slight modification really doesn't know if this is Kurosawa Gin's means or interest.

"Kurosawa-sama, aren't you afraid of him at all?" The garden glanced at the seaweed-headed boy, and then at Kurosawa Silver, who stretched out his finger and kept poking and poking there, and couldn't help but be a little curious, "I remember that you fainted blood, how did you see this bloody doll more calm than us?"

"He fainted with blood, not red. Gray Yuan replied lightly instead of Kurosawa Silver, "Moreover, this puppet with unrefined workmanship has nothing to fear." ”

"That's it. Kurosawa Silver shrugged his shoulders and stood up against the ground, "This shoddy puppet is much kinder than what I saw in the laboratory, at least the whole corpse is still preserved, tsk, like those lying on the laboratory table, I saw that in the end, I was the only one alive—"

Before the words fell, the pain that spread from the toes instantly swept through the whole body.

He couldn't even scream, Kurosawa Gin's face became hideous and distorted in an instant, and the back of his hand subconsciously raised to cover his face, biting the tender flesh.

Gray Yuan glanced at him, and then let go of the calf that was stepping on the instep of the other party, and in the next second, Kurosawa Silver immediately screamed and fell to the ground, his face pale.

He once volunteered at a research institute in the United States due to a lack of funds. Gray Hara's expressionless face perfunctory Kurosawa Gin's indescribable secrets, "So, don't pay too much attention to his wild words, he used to like to talk nonsense. (To be continued.) )