"A place where no one has any. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhai Eighteen Niang repeatedly repeated various complaints, picked up a brick from the ground, and broke the glass of the vending newspaper machine.

There's a colorful piece of paper in there, and it looks like a map. Originally, on the face of Bing Qingcheng, the eighteenth mother of the house chose to buy it by coin.

Then, of course, it's stuck, the map is folded, and the edge of the fold is down.

"Otaku Eighteen Niang." Bing Qingcheng said.

"I know it's not good for us to do that." "If time permits, I'll unload this machine, but it's too cold now." ”

No, Bing Qingcheng helplessly supported his forehead.

In this game, pets can be released, but they cannot be retrieved. Just now Ice Blue Orange released Comos from the pet space, and the little dog left and curled up in Ice Blue Orange's arms, his whole body stiff and shivering, as if he was afraid of something.

There is a smell of beasts next to it, so you are scared?

"We've found the hotel, let's go." The eighteenth lady of the house also took away the only one newspaper left in the newspaper box.

The same dimly lit three-story building, with all the words on the signboard ruined the hotel, and the two doors were closed. The two walked up the steps, the cement steps had cracked, and if they looked closely at the door, there were clumps of cobwebs, accumulating a lot of dust, and finally even the spiders hated the dirt of this place and flew away.

"Do we have to live here?" Bing Qingcheng frowned.

"It's okay, I brought a sleeping bag." The eighteenth lady of the house stretched out her hand, ready to knock on the door.

The door was pushed open from the inside, revealing a gray pile of hair.

The two of them retreated in a panic, not knowing if they were startled or worried that the dust falling from the door would stain their hair.

"Welcome to the hotel—"

It was an elderly maid with gray hair who looked like she was supposed to be a woman, with unkempt gray hair, cloudy eyes, a dry face, wearing an old outfit of black gray and white gray, and her hands were covered with age spots like her face. The voice is nasal, with a hooked nose, like the bad maid in the Disney cartoons of the last century.

"I'm the eighteenth lady of the house, this is Bing Qingcheng, we should book a room here."

The old woman rolled her cloudy eyes and looked at the two of them with alarm and distrust, "There is also a gentleman named Nine-clawed Octopus, have you killed him?" ”

The two glanced at each other, and Zhai Eighteen Niang stopped Bing Qingcheng, who wanted to speak, and said with a warm smile: "Madam, you are really joking, that gentleman's game was delayed on the way, and I don't know if it will come." However, he asked me to look at his luggage. ”

"Oh, hehe." The old woman smiled. Bing Qingcheng hadn't seen such a reluctant smile. "Come in, young ladies."

Unlike the cobweb-strewn door, the inside is not as filthy as expected.

The old red carpet is patterned with a grid of yellow weaves that stretches from the lobby to the stairs. Behind the counter was a yellow-haired, suit-cling, taciturn man with a price list written in the room behind him, and a piece of wood with nails on which some keys were hung.

There is a floor hanging clock next to it, with a prompt, and the power will be cut off after twelve o'clock.

"Boss, the guest has arrived."

After a brief conversation, Zhai Eighteen Niang and Bing Qingcheng signed the record book, and Bing Qingcheng watched as the system booked a room for them for ten days.

Of course, the eighteenth mother of the nine-clawed octopus house also signed on behalf of her, which is the condition of the second task recognized by the system.

"Has the boss been doing a good business lately?" When she took the key, Zhai Eighteen Niang suddenly asked.

Bing Qingcheng also noticed that the key plate with the board had the number of the room written on it, and many of them were empty.

The boss waved his hand, as if unwilling to answer. Seeing that he didn't care about the pet dog, the two went upstairs.

Upstairs, take a closer look, the inn is still in tatters, with moldy wallpaper, white shades yellowed by lamps, and patched carpets.

The old woman didn't follow, and the two of them checked the three rooms, concentrated the luggage prepared by the system, and picked the one that seemed to be in the best condition.

Of course, this kind of room is very simple, with a bed, a table and a chair with an old glass lamp on it. When the eighteenth lady of the house made the chair, Bing Qingcheng could only sit on the bed.

The luggage was simple, a total of three pistols, bullets, some money, and a diary. According to the above account, the player takes on the role of a secret detective investigating the continuous disappearances of a single traveler in the town of Lost Birth.

The town was originally built by a wealthy widow, BASF, but after his death, another family of capitalists, Roffro, entered the town without heirs and began to make movies.

Twenty years ago, the town was known as the City of Movies because it was small enough to be set up, and it was the first choice for many film directors to shoot, and the townspeople also made a living from filming.

But this prosperous situation is explained by the strange death of the sole heir of the Roffro family, the eldest lady Nora Roffro.

The town is cursed, and there are no more movies full of creativity and surprises. The townspeople seem to be confused by something, and the movies made in the past two decades are horror and ghost films, relying on gore and cruelty to attract people's attention.

"A town where the movie was made?" Zhai Eighteen Niang said, "Is it okay to be a little shabby?" ”

She stood up, took out her movie ticket, tore it up, and flushed it down the toilet.

Bing Qingcheng looked at the newspaper, which also had information about the movie, and the propaganda was based on real events. Others are some boring things, such as the mayor throwing a prom, and the actress who went out on a ghost movie in the town of Addiction ten years ago is back.

"Tomorrow we're going to investigate the movie, and any of the main lines must have something to do with the movie." Eighteen Niang said.

"But there's no news of a third mission yet?" Bing Qingcheng asked.

"It's the same time here, it's 24 hours a day." Zhai Eighteen Niang said, "There are already two tasks just now, and the system has already prompted, and the next task needs to be triggered by ourselves." ”

Saying that, the eighteenth lady took off her windbreaker and put a sleeping bag on the bed. "Shall we sleep?"

"Do you want to fall asleep together?" Bing Qingcheng said, "Don't we need to go to the street to find clues? ”

"No need, this little wardrobe mayor will take seven days, which means that the climax of the mission has not yet arrived." The eighteenth mother of the house was already lying down, and suddenly she felt that something was wrong, so she got out of bed and asked Bing Qingcheng to move the seat of the bed together, away from the wall.

Now the bedside is a table and lamp for the octopus, and a chair on the other side to put the puppy on.

"That's it." The eighteenth lady of the house said with satisfaction. (To be continued.) )