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Chapter 772 What Color Are You 10
"Let's stop here, everyone. I declare the meeting over." Sheriff Donna waved his hands wearily.

The detectives retreated one after another.

There are only him and his old partner Claude in the conference room now.

"To be honest, you're too risky today." The sheriff sighed, "It's so unwise, you clearly know that the deceased is special, yet you willfully walk into the morgue alone!"

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

That is, Claude's foolish operation gave someone a pistol for nothing, and so did the ammunition box.

Downer was not there at the time. According to his old friend's description, he knew that the female prison guard was very skilled.

If you compare her to a lion, Claude's reckless behavior undoubtedly sharpened her minions and added a pair of wings to her.

So don't think that smart people won't be stupid. Once they are stupid, they will be more lethal!

Claude lowered his head in disbelief.

"I'm really sorry, uh, you know, I'm always curious about this kind of abnormal things... She didn't just break in, but chose to sneak in, so I underestimated her danger, and here is our The site..."

"The truth is that you were held hostage by her! Even if it happened in my office, I'm not sure... to save you safely." Sergeant Donna interrupted him, and continued to sigh.

"Fortunately, she is not too malicious and can communicate...I hope the children can track her down."

He thought about the next battle of wits and courage with six terrifying guys, he was upset for a while, and subconsciously opened the drawer to get the tobacco.

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

The drizzling sound suddenly increased, and he was stunned: "...Rain?!"

Ok? !The sheriff instantly understood what was going on!
When he was arranging work for his subordinates just now, the two police detectives who were in charge of tracking the female prison guard had complicated expressions—she was too vigilant to send someone to follow her at that time, and after the rain passed, the traces left on the road I'm afraid it has been washed away!
They planned to make friends with the relatively sensible female prison guards and find out the five fugitives.

The problem is, there is no way to contact her, so how can I cooperate with her?

Can we just wait for her to ask for help?

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

Claude's lips moved.

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

……

The rain is getting smaller.

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

The immature strokes, crooked lines, and a misspelled letter was crossed out and rewritten, obviously from the hands of a child.

The letters on the second line are relatively neat and beautiful: "Welcome in." But what does the ghost pattern on the right mean?
Further down, there are several colored figurines painted with paint, two big ones, one medium and one small, a total of four.

She quickly imagined a happy family of four.

No doubt the boy who wrote "Adventurer's House" was especially favored at home.

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

Darkness, silence, the sound of her own breathing, and the slight sound of water droplets flowing down the umbrella to the ground.

There is a rule in the killing game world: 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 and vaguely saw the outline of the wooden counter.

Is there anyone behind the counter?
呲!
Someone struck a match and lit a lamp.

This is a middle-aged woman.

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

The light from the oil lamp can probably illuminate the counter, and there is a huge decoration that is quite eye-catching.

A bloody deer head!
Immediately, Lan Shuying made another discovery:

There was a small knife stuck in the woman's heart, and the blood had already soaked to the belt, as if it was still bleeding.

Lan Shuying: "..."

This place is really a bit evil.

A normal hotel should give guests a feeling of living at home, right?
It is different, open the door to scare off the wave first!
In other places, guests choose hotels, but here it is hotels who choose guests. If you are not brave enough, just don't stay here!
Lan Shuying sincerely felt that few normal people would be willing to stay in this kind of place, and they didn't come here looking for abuse.

The reason why it has not closed down may be because it is an ancestral property...?
Maybe, this is a themed hotel for horror lovers?

Lan Shuying shook her head secretly. The aborigines in this city probably haven't evolved such business acumen.

So the conclusion is that the owner of the store has something wrong with his mind.

Here, it's the set, and it's the cosplay female zombie...

The point is that she is not professional...

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

She was very satisfied with the silence of the visitor, and thought 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, having difficulty breathing.

"Scared?... Do you mean, a mixture of stuffed deer head, grease, cloth strips and poor-quality red paint? Or the animal blood and trick props on your body...?"

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

The staring and staring lasted for a minute. I don't know if it was to cover up the embarrassment. The woman suddenly giggled and her shoulders trembled violently: "You are very special, come closer, come, let me take a closer look at you!"

It doesn't matter to Lan Shuying, anyway, she won't be judged out if she is seen.

Just when she was three meters away from the counter, the half-hidden door on the right was opened, and a "ghost" covered in white sheets rushed in front of her!

"woo woo woo woo!"

The ghost screamed and tried to grab her and push her.

However, she flashed past them with all her heart.

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

Two black eyes flicked around in the hole.

He stared at her suspiciously, almost forgetting to purr.

The young phantom player might be wondering: Why is she so calm?
He still wanted to successfully scare her, um, just a few strokes.

The ghost backed away.

He stepped back to the light, and in the next second, a sticky long tongue fell out of the hole representing the mouth!
Lan Shuying was unmoved, and quietly watched his performance...and yawned a little by the way.

The ghost was annoyed: Hey!What's your attitude, I don't want to lose face!

This time he spit out his "tongue" on the ground and sprayed a big mouthful of plasma on her!
Unfortunately, she had already seen her intentions and opened the old umbrella in time. The plasma slid down the umbrella to the ground, but not a single drop fell on her.

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

He looked back at his mother.

There was no other move, and the scary plan of the mother and son went bankrupt.

(End of this chapter)