When the stealth skill is increased to lv3, the Concealment Last Name is greatly increased, and an additional subordinate surname is added - when the enemy's Perception does not exceed twice the agility of Duran, they will not be able to detect Duran while stealth.

If Duran had level 3 stealth in the first place, the ghost brothers in conversation might not be able to spot him.

That's where stealth comes in.

After the ghost brothers disappeared, a black hat was quietly placed where they were, and Duran picked it up.

However, at this moment, Duran suddenly heard what seemed to be a low chuckle in his ear.

Hair stood on end, and Duran jerked his head back to look around, but all he could see was darkness.

He took a deep breath and sensed the creatures around him, but no matter how hard he tried, the laughter never came again.

"Is it my hallucination?" Duran bit his lip uncertainly, though it was reasonable for him to hallucinate in a place like this. But Duran heard many unusual flavors in that laughter: resentment, weirdness, sneering, murderous intent, jealousy, and all sorts of other negative emotions.

Duran was suspicious for a long time, and the expected enemy did not appear.

He calmed down a little, the hat in his hand was dirty, and he casually threw a visual inspection:

【Tramp's Hat (Special)】: This dirty hat is not as useless as it seems, and the tramps usually hide something good in it.

……

What good things can a homeless person have? Duran pouted, opened his hat, and felt something inside.

It was a necklace.

The necklace itself is not luxurious, emitting a faint glow in the dim light. The obviously silver-plated surface is not delicate enough, and the pendant below is a little peculiar. The nameplate on the pendant caught Duran's attention, and he placed the nameplate under the candlelight in the hall, only to see the following words engraved on it:

[To dear Miss Anna, your smile is as beautiful as the bellflower in your basket - Brother Schubert]

"Wait! This necklace was given to the flower girl by the brothers? Duran was getting more and more confused, and according to Peron's letter, the poor homeless brothers were merely the ones he had asked to watch over the tailor's shop. According to Duran's previous speculation, it should be that the brothers accidentally opened the attic and released the demon, thus incurring a series of disasters - this reasoning seems reasonable, but a new clue emerges in front of him, and Duran has to re-evaluate the matter.

There must be something else hidden here, it seems that the homeless brother is quite fond of the flower girl. Duran put away the necklace and walked up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

The wooden ladder spiraled upward, and Duran tiptoed on it with a faint, eerie creak.

"This is ......the hallway," Duran went up to the second floor, where the lights in the downstairs hall seemed dim and weak.

It seems that it will be necessary to get some equipment with dark vision in the future. Duran thought silently in his heart, because the time traveled was too short, he hadn't had time to develop his strength calmly. In Duran's mind, there were several places on the continent where equipment to increase dark vision could be easily obtained—and there was no daylight in the Sinister Lands, and these equipment would play a vital role.

Humans have a dark vision of 5 by default, which means that they can barely see within five feet of their surroundings in the darkness with little light source. The Assassin and Rogue class also has a slight bonus to dark vision due to its high agility and perception.

It's just that these bonuses are not obvious, at most they are stronger than ordinary people, and they are much worse than those races with infrared vision, low-light vision, or night vision.

However, Duran knew that in the later stage, assassins would have powerful skills such as [Listening to Voices] and [Blind Fighting], and could fight in the dark with their hearing and other senses.

Duran fumbled to a lampstand, took off the candle from it, then took out the flint he had with him, and struck it back and forth skillfully, and a little fire flashed at once—he immediately brought the wick over, and the candle was lit in an instant.

Using two pieces of flint to make fire is the most basic craft of Fanan's aborigines, although Duran himself can't do it, but in the memory of his youth, he has made fire alone no less than a thousand times, so the craft is still very skillful.

With the candle lighting, Duran felt a little more comfortable.

The second floor was very large, and Duran carefully searched around with candles, and walked back and forth in seven or eight rooms, but he didn't find anything strange at all.

"What's going on?" Duran glanced at the half-burned candle in his hand and looked at the darkness of the last bedroom with some confusion. The entire second floor was carefully searched by him, he originally thought that there was a fierce battle, who knew that not only did he not meet the evil spirit, but he didn't even find the entrance to the attic in Beron's letter.

Duran pushed open the door to the last bedroom, which was a bathroom next to the bedroom, and like the other rooms, this small room was covered in dust and cobwebs.

"Am I missing something?" Duran frowned slightly, and suddenly, he seemed to hear a strange sound.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and in an instant, a breeze blew, and the candle in Duran's hand flickered, and it was actually extinguished.

A low female voice came ethereal from afar, making people tremble strangely, Duran forced himself to calm down, quietly used stealth, and the whole person was tightly attached to the door of the bathroom.

He took a deep breath and calmed down, trying to hear what it was—the undulating tones formed a song of resentment, and the woman's resentful song floated through the gaps in all directions:

"My head was cut off by a demon

Overturned baskets bloom in the corners

Dear lover

Grim lover

My head was cut off by a demon

Basket of flowers who can find her

Red rose-purple irises

Beloved lover

An indifferent lover

My head was cut off by a demon

……”

The song is ethereal and full of resentment, and after Duran carefully understands the lyrics, an inexplicable chill involuntarily rises from the bottom of his heart.

"This voice, is she the target of the mission mentioned in the evil contract - the headless girl?" Duran's mind was uneasy, and he hesitated for a moment, preparing to leave the bathroom and go to the source of the sound.

Who knew that he had just walked to the door of the bathroom, and suddenly a crisp little girl's voice came from behind him:

"Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers, sir!"

In an instant, it was as if something exploded in Duran's mind, and a thick and viscous fear spread throughout his body for the first time, the air seemed to be cold, and Duran was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

Get one’s dander up!

That's the only feeling Duran has.

"Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers!" The crisp female voice behind him continued to speak quietly.

What a hell of a life, Duran couldn't help but want to turn around, who knew that the girl's voice sounded again: "Sir, please don't turn around, I'm afraid that my appearance will scare you." ”

Duran's movements stopped, and he had a strange feeling in his heart. So he paused, took a step forward, and was a little farther away from the cold air behind him: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm Anna."

"Why are you here?" As soon as he said this, Duran knew that he had asked a very stupid question.

Sure enough, the female voice behind her began to sob: "Because, because I can't find my head...... I'm stuck here, and I can't go anywhere. ”

Duran was careful and his liver was pounding, although the female voice behind him didn't seem to show any malice at the moment, but in such a strange place, he didn't dare to slack off. Duran's perception was fully mobilized, and he couldn't help but move a little to the left, where he vaguely remembered that a huge mirror had been erected.

"Miss, may I light a candle?" Duran asked tentatively, taking another step to the left, and by this time he should have been facing the mirror.

"Yes." The girl stopped sobbing, and her voice suddenly became stiff.

Duran did not dare to slack off, and he immediately took out the flint and lit the candle in his hand.

"Poof!" The firelight flashed suddenly, and Duran stared into the mirror deadly—

Behind the thin boy, a lonely shadow floated there with his feet off the ground, his jade feet were white and smooth, and along the beautiful ankles was a white pleated skirt - and then the girl's slender waist, the violet belt was wrapped just right, and a cute and moving bow was tied on the right side.

"Further up!"

Duran took a deep breath and his gaze jerked upward—

In an instant, depression filled his mind, and the girl in the white pleated skirt in the mirror could only see a little below her chest at most, and the upper part was blocked due to the height of the mirror.

"Pretending to be a ghost, pretending to be a ghost......"

Duran felt that he was going to go crazy, and the evil things in the Evil Land were endless, which was hundreds of times more terrifying than visiting a haunted house or something—in fact, he suspected that he had survived until now without having a nervous breakdown, mostly thanks to the strong will of the original owner.

If a modern person was thrown directly into such a place, I am afraid that he would have a mental breakdown and misbehaved abnormally, and although Duran is afraid now, he still has the ability to think, which is already a very rare thing.

The benefits of high will allow Duran to avoid being torn apart by fear, but no matter how high the will is, it can't tell Duran what to do about the situation in front of him, and the female voice in the back rewinds repeatedly like a repeater: "Sir, buy a bouquet of flowers, sir?" ”

Does Duran want to reply with a sentence of "I'm sorry that your Uncle Duran didn't bring change today" or "No, I'll buy it if it's discounted"?

"I don't believe it, can it scare me to death just one look?"

Duran took a deep breath, put the candle on the desk on the side, and then took out the inferior holy water and held it in the palm of his left hand, which was naturally an oak thorn in his right hand. Ready for it all, he jerked away!

(New books for a recommended collection ~ very important)

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