CH 139

After bidding farewell to Qi Ning, Xiao Lan and the two of them headed for the room indicated by the butler.

Because it is a private house, the Ming Yue Pavilion has many rooms, but they are not numbered like a hotel.

Also I don't know if it is a personal preference of the ravens, but all the doors of the rooms look exactly the same and look very neat.

to the room's location.

The housekeeper probably saw that the two had come together, so their rooms were arranged close together, just next door to each other.

The rooms are clean and tidy, with a vintage Republican feel.

The ravens have not extensively modified the interior of the house, but have only repaired the damaged parts, installed modern furniture and tried to keep the house in style.

I have to say that it is a very tasteful place.

If ...... is not rumoured to be haunted.

Xiao Lan and Luo enter their rooms separately.

Xiao Lan examines the furnishings in the room.

It looks like a high-fashion guest room with an en-suite bathroom, except for the unusual bookcase that takes up an entire wall.

This bookcase is on the wall near the door and can only be seen when you enter the interior.

The bookcase is well suited to its owner and is filled with a wide variety of horror novels, from a variety of authors and of varying ages and themes.

Xiao Lan also found the Raven's book among them.

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Raven is no less than a well-known horror writer, with his books alone taking up an entire row on the shelves, and right at the most prominent, almost flush with the line of sight.

With this amazing output, it seems that not only is this raven teacher a fast writer, but the pit is also very secure.

It's no wonder that it has built up such popularity.

It's nothing like the guy who stops his shift to run off and play mahjong, leaving his readers resentful and even wanting to send razor blades.

Xiao Lan casually flipped through the Raven's book.

These novels are spooky and grotesque, and he seems to enjoy describing images of people dying miserably under the spooky spell, with such vivid and delicate brushwork that those who read them can almost always recreate these images in their minds.

Raven is also fond of using the Blizzard Hill model, of which so many books depict a group of people arriving in an enclosed environment and then dying separately.

It made Xiao Lan think of the players who play fans of the book, who are also gathered in a large mansion for a common goal.

After a cursory review of the novels, Xiao Lan finds that none of the Raven stories have happy endings.

The characters in his stories basically end up in total annihilation after experiencing panic and pain. Even those who survive are either mad, possessed or controlled as ghosts.

Xiao Lan closes the book and looks at the row of horror novels in front of him, feeling that they could also be titled "A Thousand Ways to Die for the Main Character".

Specially summoned fans of books, haunted private homes, novels documenting ghosts and various ways to die ......

It always feels like the players are coming to an appointment with no return.

Speaking of which, Xiao Lan doesn't seem to have found a return ticket in her luggage.

Is this the self-cultivation of leeks?

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Knowing that there might be something wrong with the invitation I received, I was still willing to give away my head for a thousand miles out of my ardent love for Mr. Crow.

If this is not love ......

Leaving the bookcase, Xiao Lan found a hardcover book on the desk in her room.

The book is leather, beautifully bound and very uncommonly well made.

However, there is no text on the cover of the book, only a circular pattern resembling a clock.

That pattern is exquisite, in the kind of Art Nouveau style popular in the 1820s, full of curvaceous decorative beauty.

It is not, however, a clock; the circle has thirteen compartments and there are no numbers representing the time.

Xiao Lan murmured softly, "What does this stand for?"

When the book is opened, it remains blank inside.

The object seems more like a sketchbook for drawing than a book.

It is only particularly luxurious.

"Sir." At that moment, Luo walked into the room.

Xiao Lan asks, "What's the catch?"

Luo showed him what looked like the exact same book in his hand.

Xiao Lan compares the books they both have: "It looks like it's something that everyone has and probably will have something to do with the pass."

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Luo went on to say, "I read all the books on the shelf and the way the ravens described their deaths was the most interesting."

Xiao Lan is no longer surprised by Luo's reading speed.

He can finish flipping through a book in an instant if he wants to, and the usual slow, page-turning look is just a form of leisure for him.

Xiao Lan said, "I hope these deaths are not tested on us."

Luo: "But the odds are really high."

Xiao Lan justified: "...... People without dreams are no different from salted fish."

Luo kept his smile: "As long as you're happy."

Xiao Lan had no intention of visiting the same players, as Qi Ning had mentioned earlier about the relationship between senior players.

Players were already on their own from the intermediate scene onwards, plus there was the whole thing of players killing each other in the advanced scene. If intermediate players expect other players to just not get me into trouble, then advanced players are probably wary of each other.

The likelihood of cooperation is extremely low not to mention the possibility that you will be lucky if you don't meet someone who loves to kill.

Seeing that there was nothing more to explore in the room, Xiao Lan's attention shifted back to the blank book.

Why not study it anyway if you have nothing else to do?

Book: ......

It feels as if it's a little cooler.

Xiao Lan then picked up the flowers from the vase on the table and tentatively placed a drop of water on the blank page.

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The water drops seem to have dripped onto a waterproof surface, condensing into just a single drop with no intention of penetrating. Xiao Lan casually dusts the pages and the drops on them drip off to one side.

Tried the ink with the same result.

Xiao Lan: "It doesn't look like the book is for the players to write."

He tried to tear it carefully again and it still wouldn't budge.

Lighter, book not responding.

Boiling water, the book remains strong.

Xiao Lan put his mind at ease: "It seems to be a very difficult item to destroy, so I'm not worried about accidental damage."

Since it's not a fragile thing, it's a good idea to shake it off in a fight.

Luo still kept his smile on, but he thought his husband was just bored.

Book: ......

You're relieved! But I'm not happy at all!!!

Can this player please respect the key items!!!

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Dinner is delivered to the respective rooms by the butler.

After the meal, the two of them took a stroll around the Ming Yue Pavilion, which really didn't look out of place and now looks like a beautiful, unique and ordinary building.

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They can even go out and wander around, it's incredibly freeing.

There is no "come in, don't leave" attitude like other playgrounds.

However, the residents around the area did not provide much more detailed information than what was in the handbook.

After dark, they returned to Ming Yue Pavilion.

After all, the main thing is to get through the game. The danger is certainly present in Ming Yue Pavilion, but so is the way to get through it.

Sneaking around outside all the time would probably avoid the danger, but it would be insulated from the pass.

Xiao Lan ran off early to wash up and get ready for bed.

Whether the danger comes tomorrow or in the middle of the night, it is only practical to get a good night's rest first.

Xiao Lan has just pushed open the bathroom door when he sees a black cat lying on his pillow.

Somehow managed to sneak over and looked like it wasn't about to leave.

Xiao Lan: "......"

He hadn't slept with Luo since he kissed her.

Even in cat form, he's still a bit embarrassed!

Luo seemed oblivious: "Come and rest, sir, I'll keep watch."

Xiao Lan outwardly calms down and lies back under the covers.

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After turning off the light, he closed his eyes straight away and forced himself to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.

At that moment, Luo's voice whispered in his ear, "Are you nervous, sir?"

Xiao Lan: "......"

Can you not tell the truth?

Luo laughed softly, "Don't think too much, I won't do anything, your safety is the main priority in the game."

But he seemed to be doing it on purpose, and the sound of his low chuckle made Xiao Lan's ears feel slightly tickled and the tips of his ears tingle.

Xiao Lan said he didn't want to talk and took another pillow from the bed and covered the black cat in it.

Out of sight, out of mind!

Luo: "......"

Sir has changed and I am no longer his cute little kitten.

With her ears cleared, Xiao Lan finally drifted off into a deep sleep.

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When her eyes felt light, Xiao Lan thought it was dawn.

When he opened his eyes, he was instead met with a ceiling that was somewhat familiar and unfamiliar.

The drab, water-stained and mouldy ceiling, a damp smell in the air and the bedpan beneath it shaking slightly, as if it would fall apart with the slightest bit more force.

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Here it was, the leaky and draughty bed around which he had lived for a while!

At that time, he was so poor that he could only afford to rent a bed, and not only did he have to rent the worst one, but he was also often sarcastic by the stingy and mean landlord.

Think of it as if it were already a very long time ago.

How did he get here?

Xiao Lan sat up, the old bedpan creaked unbearably and swayed twice before finally settling down.

The room was empty, no one but him, and Luo was nowhere to be seen.

Xiao Lan tried calling out to Luo, but there was no response.

It's not the first time I've been in a situation like this, so I guess it's probably a separate space or a situation where there's only room for one person, but Xiao Lan doesn't panic at all.

Xiao Lan looks around and several of the surrounding beds are also empty.

He seemed to remember that it was because the room was in such poor condition that not many people chose a bed here, even if it was the cheapest - after all, it was only three and a half dollars cheaper.

Yes, that stingy landlord is counting even $3.50.

But was Xiao Lan short of $3.50 at the time?

--He's missing!

So this ramshackle place has become almost a room for him alone.

Xiao Lan walked around the room and saw nothing in particular, but couldn't push the door to the room either.

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He checked the windows again.

The window, which could not protect itself from the wind or the rain, still looked as rickety as it did in memory, but it was protected as if by an unknown force, completely unbreakable by violence.

It was as if the place had suddenly become a secret room.

Xiao Lan turned back around and began to search the room again.

This time he checked very carefully; the game doesn't set up links that can't be escaped, so there must be a break here.

Fortunately, poverty has left him with almost no wants and Xiao Lan, not being a hoarder or collector, does not have many, if any, things in his room.

Xiao Lan is extremely glad that he doesn't have a hobby of scavenging, otherwise it might have been a lot of trouble to search.

He examined the beds first, carefully comparing every detail with what he remembered.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of being spied on.

After long training in combat, his senses have become even sharper.

Not only could he now feel the prying eyes, he could even tell the approximate location of the prying eyes without Luo's help in searching them.

Xiao Lan turned around and looked over -

The room was so ramshackle and poor and empty that there was nothing to hide in.

Where the view was cast, there was just a small rickety bed.

The bed was so broken that the boards were leaking, the lint was full of holes and the head of the bed was half gone, leaving the only place to hide anything under the bed in the dark.

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Poverty is, at times, a treasure.

Especially when you are so poor that there is no place for a ghost to hide.

Xiao Lan took out the [Bones of Dalet] and went over to the broken bed.

He thumped the stick on the ground and said, "Will you come out yourself or will I do it?"

The stance was that of a cub who had straddled the streets.

It was quiet under the bed and there was no movement at all.

Xiao Lan, without any further ado, swung his stick directly under the bed.

"Bang..."

A white object was swept straight out by the stick and slapped against the wall by the tremendous force of Xiao Lan.

Xiao Lan now saw that the thing was a human-like object, with no five senses on its head and human-like limbs, but with a long tongue where the mouth should be, and it was clear from a glance that the thing was meant to attack.

The ground touched by the tongue was corroded with green smoke, and if it had landed on a human being, the effect must have been even worse.

But looking at this fragile little body, it must be a sneak attack player.

As a melee player who is accustomed to face-offs, Xiao Lan is not afraid of such small and fragile players.

Before the creature could get up, Xiao Lan rushed forward and brought it down again with a club, then pinned down its long tongue and stomped on its back so that it could not move.

Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, do you know how to get out of here?"

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The monster lifted its hair and hissed.

Xiao Lan asked again, but there was still no response.

The creature did not have the will to communicate and even tried to attack him.

It seems that this thing, despite its humanoid form, is a creature that does not have the ability to communicate, and it has nothing to do with whether it has its tongue pinned down or not.

This time Xiao Lan was having none of it, and stick after stick went straight to the last of its human form.

The creature, reduced to a pile of dough-like dough, cowered pathetically on the ragged floor and faded away.

After taking care of the monster, Xiao Lan re-examines the room.

Nothing else was found to be out of place and he went back to his bed again.

Here he had already checked once before and found nothing.

Whether it's the suspiciously dog-eared pillow, the sheets and duvet cover that are almost washed, or even the mattress that has been flattened by sleep.

But there seems to be a place ......

This time Xiao Lan turned the bed right over, exposing the rusty frame, and the whole thing creaked with a screeching sound.

Then he saw a hundred pieces in a gap in the bed frame.

One hundred dollars!

Xiao Lan laughed: "How can I have money under my bed."

Poverty, that's how confident it is.

He picked up the one that was out of place in the whole room, the false hundred, and gave it a firm squeeze.

A hundred pieces shattered as if they were made of glass.

The familiar ramshackle room around them began to fade away.