Survival game: My plug-ins can be superimposed

Zhao Xun and Bang Tou found two more books with blood among the many children's books.

Sure enough, there is a ghost hidden inside.

The ghosts in these two books had the same fate as the first ghost. Before they had time to escape, they were burned clean by Zhao Xun as soon as they turned a few pages.

The forward swing is too long and there is no chance to show his true colors.

Three hours had passed by now, and Afro sat down on the ground: "I never knew that just reading a book can make people so tired."

He didn't know if he was always worried about a ghost appearing suddenly, but he felt that he was getting tired more easily than usual.

In addition, there were screams coming from outside from time to time, which also made him nervous and even more tired.

Zhao Xun ignored the afro. He had already begun to check the swings, slides and other play equipment to see if there was any residual blood on them.

Upon seeing this, Afro didn't dare to rest much. He immediately got up and followed Zhao Xun to check.

As soon as it became quiet, Afro felt uncomfortable and started to find something to say again: "Speaking of which, the ghosts who died in this toy room were all children, right?"

This is a children's toy room, and there are so many toys prepared that it is more than enough to open a kindergarten.

It's enough to attract a lot of children to play here, so the possibility of a child dying here is very high.

Although he didn't know why there were so many children here.

Zhao Xun glanced at the explosive head: "If you are so curious, if you encounter another ghost later, I will not rush to burn it. I will wait for it to come out and let you see the whole picture."

"No, no, no, let's forget it." Afro waved his hands repeatedly.

If the ghost appears, it can go through walls or something, and you won't be able to catch it.

Or maybe it could perform trickery, and then he would be doomed.

His special abilities are of no use in dealing with ghosts.

The afro laughed sarcastically as he pulled up the wooden board of the swing and looked at it casually.

It was just a casual look at first, but I didn't expect to find something.

"There seems to be blood here." He pointed to the back of the board and said to Zhao Xun, "Boss, come over and have a look."

He didn't know Zhao Xun's name, and he wanted to rely on him to pass the game, so of course he had to call him nice.

Zhao Xun walked quickly to Afro's side, and sure enough he saw a dark red mark on the back of the swing's wooden board.

At first glance, it looked like old blood.

Before Zhao Xun could say anything, the swing suddenly began to sway without warning.

Afro immediately let go and took two steps back.

Even though he had seen similar scenes three times, he would still be jumped when he saw something suddenly moving again.

Zhao Xun skillfully raised his right hand, and a fireball the size of a table tennis ball appeared instantly.

The swing swayed even more violently, accompanied by a few crisp laughs.

Afro felt that goosebumps were popping up all over his body. His eyes were fixed on the swing, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, a ghost would suddenly appear from inside and jump directly on him.

Zhao Xun threw the fireball without changing his expression, and the swing plank instantly burned.

The crisp laughter immediately turned into a shrill scream.

The next second, a head emerged from the flames, and the swing swayed more violently, as if it was about to shake off the swing frame.

It was a child who looked to be about ten years old, with a look of pain on his face, and screams coming louder and louder from his mouth.

Zhao Xun immediately added a ball of flame.

In an instant, the child's exposed head and the swing board were engulfed in flames.

The little devil let out a short, sharp blast, and then completely stopped moving.

The swing swayed back and forth a few times and then gradually stopped.

When the fire was about to spread to the swing frame, Zhao Xun withdrew the two flames.

The afro swallowed his saliva and murmured: "He is... really a child. He screamed so miserably that it made me panic."

[Congratulations to player Zhao Xun for successfully killing a ghost, earning 10 points and 10 hours of survival time. 】

Zhao Xun glanced at the pop-up window in front of him, and then asked Afro: "Are you soft-hearted?"

"That's not true." Afro shook his head repeatedly, "I'm not the Virgin, how can I sympathize with a ghost."

"Then continue searching." Zhao Xun returned to his previous position and checked each piece of equipment in order. "After we finish searching this room, we can rest for ten minutes before going out."

Upon hearing this, Afro immediately became energetic, and he carefully checked the remaining equipment.

The entire room has been almost found. He should hurry up and rest soon.

A quarter of an hour later, the entire room had been searched.

Zhao Xun sat on the floor, and Afro also sat down.

Before the two of them could take a breath, the door to the room was suddenly opened from the outside.

Standing outside the door were Christian and two other young women.

Seeing someone in the room, the three people outside the door were not surprised. They walked directly into the house without saying hello.

Christian looked at Zhao Xun and Afro and asked, "Have you found any useful clues?"

Zhao Xun didn't even look at the Christians. He just said to the afro: "Tell them."

In this game, information sharing is still necessary.

To determine how many ghosts there are, you must combine all the clues found by all players.

Just relying on one person will inevitably make some omissions.

And there’s not enough time.

Afro said "Oh" and told him about finding numbers or letters on every toy.

After the three Christians heard this, they immediately rummaged through the toy box nearby.

After searching three boxes, they found that the situation was consistent with what Afro said, so they stopped looking through other toy boxes.

"What do these numbers and letters mean?" the Christian asked the afro.

Afro looked innocent: "I really don't know this."

The Christian looked at the explosive head suspiciously for a few seconds, then turned to look at Zhao Xun: "Then tell me."

"I don't know." Zhao Xun said concisely.

The Christian looked suspicious and suddenly emphasized: "We should work together as a team. If you find anything, you should tell it. It would be inappropriate to hide it from everyone."

"Yes, yes," one of the women wearing pearl earrings echoed, "The priest is right, we should share information, and it will not do you any good to hide it."

"Father, Xiaolan, why are you so polite to them?" Another woman with short hair rolled her eyes, "I think they just deserve to be scolded!"

"Xiaoqing, don't be so impatient." The priest advised the short-haired woman, "We are all teammates and we shouldn't have conflicts."

Xiaoqing curled her lips, but didn't say anything. She just rolled her eyes at Afro and Zhao Xun again.

Afro was a little angry at Xiaoqing's attitude. He stood up and pointed at the three people opposite him: "What's your attitude? When you show up, you don't even say hello. You just ask us if we have any clues. I don't know. I told you the truth, but you don’t believe it, and you still think we are hiding something. Don’t you think you are suspicious, why are you so weird here?”