CH 104

The moment she opened the door, Xiao Lan seemed to see a pair of tragic white legs on red high heels flashing in mid-air, only to disappear the next instant.

His brow furrowed slightly as he looked over at Luo.

Luo nodded at him to show that he had seen it too.

The players behind them were oblivious to this and came towards the office in turn.

Upon entering this office.

Xiao Lan found it to be the most normal office he had seen so far. There was only one workstation inside, things were neatly stacked, there were decorations on the desk, and the smell of incense still lingered in the air. There were green plants in the corners and by the windows, which were supposed to be lush and green, although they had withered because they had been left unattended for a long time.

Hu Zhai could see the truth by instinct and he got excited: "This is a girl's room! She must be a pretty girl to be so clean!"

Although I don't know if it's pretty or not, Xiao Lan also thinks that the previous owner of this room was probably a woman - after all, there are still relatively few men who would use crushed flowers and Little Huang duck pillows, and the whole office arrangement reveals a feminine and delicate touch.

However, if there is only one workstation, does that mean that all art-related work is done by one person?

Xiao Lan thought about the dumbfounded faces of the players assigned to the art and suddenly felt a sense of admiration for Sister Xiao, an artist he had never met.

This is the real deal - the all-round art guru.

Players began to split up and search for clues in this room.

Hu Zhai went to the window, Mu Yang went to the computer and Cheng Wenyi remained engrossed in jerking off his cat and his own good looks.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked over to the bookcase next to them, which was also gathering dust. He looked at the titles of the books on it, most of them were collections of paintings, the most important of which were of ghosts and mythology, and some miscellany of the spiritual and bizarre genre, basically some information.

But there is not much related to The Hidden, and what is placed here should be just general information.

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As he was about to leave, Luo noticed a small green bottle that looked like a perfume bottle in the top corner and reached for it and handed it to Xiao Lan: "Here's a prop."

[Name: Turning Green Spray].

[Ability: Create suspicion between collaborators, duration 2 minutes]

[Description: Wife I'm back ...... here ...... what are you guys doing?!

Xiao Lan: "......"

Good solid props that seem to have a wonderful story behind them.

But if it happens again that they are being chased by a group of ghosts and goblins, this prop should work well and they won't need to move anything out of the way.

He shook the bottle, which still had quite a lot of liquid in it and could be used at least a few times.

Xiao Lan put the props away and the others didn't say much about it.

According to the default potential rules of the players, generally whoever finds the prop belongs to whomever, and if you don't want to get into conflict with each other, don't dispute the ownership or you will be seen as provocative.

Hu Zhai found a picture frame and a bottle from the window and greeted the other players: "Come and see, this looks like a picture of the art."

Players have gone over.

They looked first at the picture frame, which showed a woman in a red dress, with long black hair, a very nice front and back figure, and a flamboyant and delicate type of appearance. She is smiling at the camera against a man who is holding an umbrella with one hand and holding her in his arms with the other, clearly a couple.

Hu Zhai couldn't resist saying, "It's so beautiful ...... It's such a shame to die so beautiful ......"

Suddenly he realized something was wrong, saying that to a female ghost would likely be taken to mean that he wanted a medieval marriage and would be very easy to miss; he knew several people who had attracted ghosts in the game that way just from hearing about it.

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How can you not hold back for a moment? Even if it's beautiful, it's still an NPC, and a long-dead one at that!

Hu Zhai hastily covered his mouth, his face full of regret.

"Don't be nervous, she shouldn't come looking for you." Cheng Wenyi's lazy voice with a touch of condescension rang out as he walked over nonchalantly and reached out to point at the man in the photo, "See this dress? There are not many pieces of high fashion from famous masters a year."

Pointing again at the umbrella in the man's hand, "This is the built-in umbrella in a Rolls Royce, almost a hundred thousand dollars a piece."

"Look at him again." Then Cheng Wenyi gestured with his fingertips at the man's uncommon good looks and figure, and condescended to survey the full, round and bouncy Hu Zhai: "So, you're safe."

Hu Zhai: "......"

Although Cheng Wenyi didn't say anything derogatory about him, he felt like his knees were hurting. And it's really hard to understand the life of you rich people.

Hu Zhai couldn't resist asking, "Why do you need an umbrella built into the car? Can't you prepare your own?"

Cheng Wenyi seemed a little puzzled: "Separate preparation doesn't go with the car, and it's the driver's job."

Civilians: "......"

Ah, is there such a thing?

Mu Yang whispered, " Brother Cheng, you're just showing off your wealth, right?"

Cheng Wenyi: "......"

He took a deep breath and kept his poise: "Two more essays."

Xue Li waved her big fluffy tail, "Mee-oo~"

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Mu Yang: "......"

The punk teenager is perhaps the one who has been hurt the most in this game.

"So ...... what about this?" Hu Zhai pointed to the bottle next to him, he didn't want to dwell on the solid topic of art Sister Xiao's high-flying boyfriend, he hurriedly changed the subject.

The bottle Hu Zhai is pointing at is exquisitely shaped, with a delicate, lifelike pattern of flowers and a jewel-like red liquid inside.

Luo reached out and picked up the bottle, which was less than palm-sized, examined its appearance and opened the lid to smell it: "It's a perfume, and judging by its appearance and workmanship it must be a custom-made version."

He turned over the bottom of the perfume bottle, "There's a date on it, probably the art's birthday, or the anniversary of their relationship or something."

Hu Zhai was surprised: "You can see that?"

Luo kept his elegant smile: "It's no problem to see more, after all, the custom-made versions are very different from the mass-produced ones."

Hu Zhai: "......"

What is it about feeling hit by another invisible pretence?

Are all players now so rich? Is he inadvertently pulling down the average income level of players ...... Hu Zhai was in deep self-doubt for a while.

Xue Li's big blue eyes light up as he sees the big scary beast finally move away from Xiao Lan, and he can't resist poking his furry little paws out and trying to touch Xiao Lan's arm with his soft pink flesh pads.

Closer, closer, just a little closer ......

Luo snapped back, his sharp eyes sweeping in Xue Li's direction.

"Xue Li, who was found by the big monster, retracted her paws and went back to Cheng Wenyi's arms.

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Luo was satisfied to see his master's covetousness finally recede, and finally withdrew his eyes.

Sensing Luo's gaze, Cheng Wenyi's eyes cooled - this guy, actually provoking him!

It's a lot to take in!

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After looking at the photo frames and perfumes, the players continued to split up to find them.

Shortly after.

Mu Yang, who was rummaging through his computer for clues, got a clue and pushed his chair back, pointing to a diagram on the screen, "This should be the final draft of the set-up for Cain, and judging by the file name and time, it's the final draft."

There are a bunch of diagrams in the folder named set-1, set-2 ...... final, final-1, final-2 ......

The name of the one that was opened has gone to the final final final -23, which shows the frequent changes made during the production of the game.

On the screen, it was a blue-grey translucent object, somewhat human-like in shape, but the whole body was unnaturally swollen, like a floating corpse, and the head had swollen to two or three times the size of a normal human, and some parts had even festered, giving it a bizarre and disgusting appearance.

And starting from the waist, its body gradually deflates, to the point where it is already a nothingness near the feet.

The image also comes with a clear three-view and detail drawing, so that even gamers who don't know anything about the making of the game can get a clear idea of what it looks like.

Hu Zhai took a breath backwards, "Hiss ...... is this Cain? It's really ...... good looking."

Mu Yang's face didn't look good as she poked the mouse: "Even if we knew what Cain looked like, it's useless, we can't see him."

Hu Zhai also realised this and was a bit bereft: "Also oh ......"

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Xiao Lan mused, "Since we can find this clue, it's not certain that there will be a subsequent chance of being able to see Cain."

Mu Yang: "You mean that method of sealing it?"

Xiao Lan nodded, "If we don't know what Cain looks like, how can we be sure that what is sealed is really it?"

It's also true that if you waste half a day of effort and end up sealing the wrong thing, won't the whole crew be cold through the heart of the earth.

"Zee-zee-zee-zee-zee-"

A strange sound rang out from the corner of the office.

The players turned their heads to see the printer, which had been sitting quietly in the corner, automatically light up, knowing that the players were now all gathered at the computer and there was no one at the printer.

As the players watched, a sheet of paper slowly emerged from the paper outlet with a "zippy" printing sound.

A gust of wind from an unknown source blew the piece of paper straight up from the outlet and floated all the way to the players.

On the paper is a black and white face of a man with somewhat long, messy and untrimmed hair, a thin face with large dark circles under his eyes, and the appearance of an over-exploded liver.

As if the print had been bad, the face was covered with large black marks, both like dried blood and torn out wounds.

The withered face had a scowl on it and was staring dead ahead, locking eyes with the players.

The classic bridge of horror stories - the human face of the printer.

Hu Zhai couldn't help but take a step back. Although he had experienced many games, he was never quite bold and was still a little weak in his heart every time he faced these images.

Mu Yang also quietly moves a step, moving his body behind Cheng Wenyi. Even unruly punk kids are still scared when they encounter a paranormal event.

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Cheng Wenyi looked at him with a slightly disgusted look in his eyes, but did not push him away.

There was a moment of silence from the players.

Seeing this, the printer, however, became more and more reckless.

"Zee-zee-zee-zee-zee-"

Face after face, identical to each other, came out of the printer.

The only difference is that the hideous ghostly face on it is getting bigger and bigger, as if an unsuspecting ghost is approaching towards the paper and is about to come out of it.

The paper fluttered around the office along with the wind that came from nowhere.

A piece of paper flew right to Xiao Lan's feet, and the moment it locked eyes with him, a smile slowly appeared on that face.

The smile was sorrowful, as if it hid great malice.

Next to him, Luo raises an eyebrow and smiles as he lifts his foot -

Stomped hard on this face, stamping back the smile that was widening on his face.

By the time Luo's shoe leaves the page, the grimace of the ghostly face has been made to look a little comical by a footprint that takes up half of his face.

Ghostface: "......"

"The printer, ah, I should remember how to fix it." Xiao Lan said softly and walked in the direction of the printer.

He used to do office related work and, as a trainee, was exposed to odd jobs and was sometimes asked to fix printers and so on.

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Although the job didn't last long before it went cold because of the loan sharks who came to the door and caused trouble.

Xiao Lan walked all the way to the printer in front of the fluttering paper.

He reached straight out and prepared to lift the lid of the printer, but it was as if the printer was protected by an unknown force, and the lid was so tightly closed that he could not open it for a while.

But, with great effort comes miracles.

"With Xiao Lan's efforts, the lid of the printer was lifted up, just a little too far, and detached from the body.

Xiao Lan casually threw away the lid in his hand and found the printer cartridge again with precision. The unknown force was still trying to struggle, but it looked pathetically weak and helpless.

"Click -" the cartridge was also broken off hard by Xiao Lan.

The guy then ruthlessly threw out all the paper from the machine as well.

Then Xiao Lan stood with his arms folded, looking coolly at the printer with a look that said, "Keep printing if you can."

Unfortunately, no poverty value was harvested.

But think about it, Cain probably wouldn't care about anything in this scene, after all it dared to kill even its own creator.

Mu Yang & Hu Zhai who watched the whole thing: Damn this guy is ruthless and has no respect for the horror classics.

As the saying goes, a clever woman can't cook without rice.

Even a clever ghost cannot print without ink and paper.

Seemingly enraged by Xiao Lan's movements, the wind in the air frenzied as a not-so-tall shadow slowly crept out of the printer, his eyes glaring at Xiao Lan as if he wanted to tear him to pieces.

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Xiao Lan has taken out the Bones of Dalet and is ready to fight.

Just then, a long, slender, well-proportioned leg in red high heels swept through the air, its eight-centimetre thin heel kicking the ghost that appeared straight in the face.

"Ow-" the male ghost let out a shrill scream.

It hurts to look at him.

Xiao Lan's movements stalled, what was going on?

The owner of the red heels finally emerged slowly, red dress, black hair, voluptuous features, only with an additional deep strangulation mark on her neck - the ghost of the fine art.

She was dressed in red and a black mist emanated from around her body, as if her grievances had materialised.

Fine art Sister Xiao, oblivious to the players present, the bloody whip appeared from her hand and punched the male ghost that crawled out of the printer.

"Pop-"

"Pop-"

The sound of breaking air echoed through the office.

The ruthlessness of the art's strikes silenced the onlookers, causing them to scream in regret.

"This, this, this ...... is what's going on." Hu Zhai was stunned by Pretty Sister Xiao's rude behavior.

Cheng Wenyi reached out and scratched Xue Li's head, "I guess the one who got beaten up was the one who planned it."

The curator, the guy who imagines that the art likes him, changes the requirements and makes people work overtime, and tosses out Cain, causing the death of Sister Xiao.

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Hu Zhai's voice trembled: "Is the war between planning and art so bloody?"

Mu Yang peeks out from behind Cheng Wenyi: "Think about it, if you've managed to get past the harsh boss, the creepy colleagues and the bald work. You're about to marry a rich woman, get on top of your life, and end your life as a dog working overtime day and night - only to be killed by this guy's ghost."

Hu Zhai thought about it -

So angry, want to beat him to death.