"That's it, guys, and I declare the meeting closed." Sheriff Donner waved his hand tiredly.

The detectives retreated one after another.

It was just him and his old partner Claude in the conference room right now.

"Honestly, you were too risky today." The sheriff sighed, "It's so unwise, you know that the deceased is special, and you willfully walk into the morgue alone!" ”

There was still half a sentence he didn't say.

That is, Claude's wave of foolish operation, he gave someone a pistol in vain, and so did the ammunition magazine.

Donner wasn't there, and according to his old friend's account, he knew that the female jailer was very skilled.

If you compare her to a lion, Claude's recklessness undoubtedly sharpens her minions and adds a pair of wings to her.

So don't think that smart people don't make stupidity, once they commit stupidity, the lethality will be greater!

Claude bowed his head in disappointment.

"I'm sorry, uh, you know, I'm always curious about these kinds of anomalous things...... She didn't break in directly, but chose to sneak in with a trick, so I underestimated how dangerous she was, and this is our turf......"

"The truth is that you were held hostage by her! Even if it happened in my office, I wasn't sure...... Get you safe. Sheriff Donner interrupted him, then continued to sigh.

"Fortunately, she doesn't have much malice and can communicate...... I hope the kids can track her down. ”

He thought that he would have to fight with six terrifying fellows next, and for a while he was upset, he subconsciously opened the drawer and took the tobacco.

Sergeant Donner went to open the window with his pipe in his mouth.

The voice suddenly expanded, and he was stunned: "...... Rain?! ”

Well?! The sheriff understood something in an instant!

When he was arranging work for his subordinates just now, the two detectives who were in charge of tracking the female prison guard had mixed expressions - she was too vigilant to send someone to follow her at that time, and after this rain passed, the traces left on the road were probably washed away!

They plan to befriend the relatively sane female prison guards and find out the five fugitives.

The question is, how can you work with her because you can't contact anyone?

Can you just wait for her to take the initiative to ask for help?

Ah, damn it, he was so focused on where those people might be hiding that he didn't even notice it was raining outside!

Claude's lips moved.

He was actually very good at identifying traces, but thinking of the woman's warning when she was leaving, he was a little entangled in whether he should take on this errand.

……

The rain is getting lighter.

Lan Shuying put away the umbrella and looked at the handwriting by the door: "Adventurer's House."

The immature strokes, the crooked lines, and a letter that was miswritten and crossed out and rewritten, apparently by the hand of a child.

The letters on the second line are relatively neat and beautiful: "Welcome." "But what does this ghost pattern on the right mean, hey!

Further down there are several colorful figurines painted with paint, two large and one small in one, a total of four.

She quickly made up a happy family of four.

Undoubtedly, the child who wrote "The House of Adventurers" was particularly favored at home.

The moment I walked in, the light was separated by the door.

The darkness, the silence, the sound of her own breathing, and the tiny sound of droplets of water running down the umbrella to the ground.

There is a rule in the world of Killing Games: for the sake of fairness, all players' passive talents cannot be used.

So she can't have night vision anymore.

Lan Shuying narrowed her eyes, vaguely seeing the outline of the wooden counter.

Is there anyone behind the counter?

Yikes!

Someone lit a match and lit an oil lamp.

This is a middle-aged woman.

With shriveled cheeks and blank eyes, she stood behind the lamp like a corpse, and asked slowly, coldly, and a little vaguely, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The light of the oil lamp can probably illuminate the counter, and there is a large ornament that is quite eye-catching.

A bloody deer head!

Immediately, Lan Shuying made a new discovery:

The woman had a knife stuck in her heart, and the blood had soaked up to her belt, as if it was still flowing.

Lan Shuying: "......"

This place is really a bit evil.

A normal hostel should make guests feel like they are staying at home, right?

It's different, open the door and scare off a wave first!

Guests from other places pick hotels, here is a hotel to pick guests, don't live if you don't have enough fat!

Lan Shuying sincerely felt that few normal people should be willing to stay in this kind of place, and they were not looking for abuse.

The reason why it hasn't gone out of business yet may be because it is an ancestral property ......?

Or maybe it's a themed hotel for horror lovers?

Lan Shuying shook his head secretly, the natives of this city should not have evolved such business acumen.

So the conclusion is that the owner has a brain problem.

This is the set again, and the cos female zombie is ......

The point is that she is not professional......

The woman didn't know Lan Shuying's complaints.

She was very satisfied with the silent appearance of the visitor, thinking that she was frightened, so she rolled her eyes and sneered: "Are you scared? Today's guests seem to be cowards. ”

Lan Shuying was silent for two seconds, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Scared? …… You mean, a mixture of deer head specimens, grease, strips of cloth and low-quality red pigments? Or the animal blood and tricky props on your body...? ”

This time it was the woman's turn to be silent.

The big eyes and small eyes lasted for nearly a minute, I don't know if it was to hide the embarrassment, the woman suddenly giggled, and her shoulders trembled very much: "You are very special, come closer, come, let me take a closer look at you!" ”

Lan Shuying doesn't care, anyway, she won't be sentenced out if she is seen.

Just when she was still three meters away from the counter, the door on the right hand side was opened, and a "ghost" draped in white sheets rushed in front of her!

"Woo-woo!"

The ghost screamed and tried to catch and push her.

However, it was all flashed by her heart.

The bed sheet was cut through three irregular holes, and the combination is probably the classic expression in the famous painting "The Scream".

Two black eyes swirled in the hole.

He stared at her suspiciously, almost forgetting to whine.

The young ghost actor may be wondering: why is she so calm?

He still wanted to succeed in scaring her, well, just at once.

The ghost backed away.

He retreated to the light, and the next second, a long, sticky tongue fell out of the hole that represented the mouth!

Lan Shuying was unmoved, and quietly watched him perform...... A small yawn by the way.

The ghost is annoyed: Hey! What kind of attitude do you have, I don't want to lose face!

This time he spit out his "tongue" to the ground and squirted a lot of plasma at her!

It's a pity that she has already seen the intention, and she opened the old umbrella in time, and the plasma slid down the umbrella to the ground, but not a drop fell on her.

The little ghost hung his shoulders in a daze, very disappointed.

He looked back at his mother.

There is no way to make a move, and the scary plan of the mother and son is completely bankrupt.

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