I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.30 Eight days, no ghosts

The temperature in the living room suddenly dropped, and the air Feng Huai exhaled turned into a ball of white gas.

He looked around, and saw a thin layer of ice quickly climbed up the window glass, making the sound of "crackering".

Feng Huai moved closer to Yu Ci, and said in a low voice, "They are here."

The dozen or so trophy holders on the wooden frame shook violently, and fell off the frame one by one, breaking apart and splashing out.

A ghost image appears and disappears in the chaotic flickering lights, like a signal short circuit.

The lights flickered on and off, and the ghost figure suddenly appeared, and within a few moments of light and darkness, it quickly arrived in front of Yu Cifeng Huai and the others.

Feng Huai subconsciously took a step, and suddenly gathered his right hand, a long stick appeared in his hand out of thin air, and the wisps of lightning were like snakes wrapping around the walking stick.

The hem of the coat was not blown by the wind, and the black hair was slightly blown up, making Feng Huai's skin even paler.

He stared at the ghost figures that suddenly stopped in front of him, and the momentum of the long stick was ready to go.

Seeing this, Yu Ci's pupils shrank slightly, his heart beat two minutes faster, and he murmured, "Cross Sky Staff."

Feng Huai tilted his head to look at Yu Ci, the color of his pupils became extremely clear and pale, and there was a purple-blue thunder in his eyes.

His voice became clearer and quieter, and he said lightly: "You really know it."

[Hey, hey, it's so cool to hold a weapon! 】

[Who still remembers!Before!Yu Shen has a yellow accent, ah no, did you say that the hands of newcomers are more suitable for holding long sticks?This, this, what a coincidence! ? 】

[Where is the coincidence! 】

【Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[No, the newcomers said they knew each other?know? ?Does this long staff have any origin story? 】

[Isn't the newcomer a newcomer?Why do you feel that you have so much connection with Yu Shen? 】

[To be honest, which rookie have you ever met who can carry a weapon in the first instance?God damn rookie!Reported, there is an improper transaction with the system! 】

[The amount of information is overloaded, the brain has shut down]

Yu Ci took a deep look at Feng Huai: "So you noticed it when you were in death row prison?"

"It will be happy when it meets someone who can call out its name." Feng Huai glanced at the long stick in his hand, and the stick vibrated slightly as if responding.

So when he was in death row prison that day, Feng Huai felt the joy from the cross, as if meeting an old friend.At that time, he suppressed his surprise, and finally found that the joy of Tianzhang came from Yu Ci.

"I thought you were so poor that you dressed poorly that day." Yu Ci laughed softly, without any embarrassment of being exposed.

Feng Huai paused, thinking of his "performance" that night, the tips of his ears visibly turned red.

Yu Ci changed the topic in a timely manner, and said: "Put it away, don't scare those ghosts."

Feng Huai: "...?"

He followed Yu Ci's line of sight, and saw the ghosts standing in place, staring at the scepter in his hand with fear.

[Don't scare the ghosts 233333 newcomers are confused.jpg]

[Hahaha Although, the purpose of taking out the weapon is to frighten the ghosts! 】

[Maybe those ghosts weren't trying to attack them? 】

【Yu Shen: Let's have a good communication】

A few ghost figures stood in front of Feng Huai tremblingly, their figures seemed to be oppressed by the thunder, and became more transparent, flashing frequently as if the power was cut off.

Seeing this, Feng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, and took the scepter back.

Conductor Nuolan glanced at Feng Huai in fear. She dragged her almost-broken ankle and slowly moved to the wooden shelf. She stared at the old-fashioned stereo placed at the bottom of the shelf without saying a word.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci looked at each other, turned on the stereo, and a recording disc popped out.

"Hiss..."

There was the sound of a broken plate from the stereo, mixed with one or two broken human voices, and it was completely impossible to distinguish what was being said.

Feng Huai frowned, and took out the recording disc: "Is there any place to repair such an old-fashioned recording disc?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the audio system automatically retracted the reading machine, and there was a sound of reading and running inside the audio system. A few seconds later, a clear human voice came out of the audio system:

"An appearance fee of 20 yuan? No, you know that they have always disapproved of the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House. I don't think they can participate in the performance even if they are given such an appearance fee."

"...Are you saying that the 20 is just my fee?"

"Ha, that's too much, I don't need to..."

Feng Huai and Yu Ci heard the voice on the stereo, and quickly realized that it was a recording of the conversation between the group leader Xu Zhiming and someone.

Yu Ci immediately turned on the phone recording for backup——

"As the head of the group, I do have the right to choose which activities to bring my orchestra to perform, but most of the cases are still based on everyone's wishes."

"It has nothing to do with the cost, 20 is enough... 40?"

"let me consider it……"

"But if they don't want to... what? How do you know about it!? No, it's legal in some foreign states, they're just... just used to it, and they need those things to help them release stress, Or draw inspiration, you know it's not easy to create..."

"Wait, you're implying that I'm threatening them? They're my friends, partners, I can't do that!"

"50... Well, I'll try my best to persuade them to agree. I don't want to threaten them with that matter. It would be too ugly if it happened like this."

"Okay... then... happy cooperation... wait, did you hear any sound at the other end?"

"Hmm... Let me see... What the hell is this? A recording disc?!"

"..."

The sound on the stereo faded away until a harsh "Zla" cut everything rudely.

Feng Huai's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at the glued audio disc in his hand. In the next second, the old and damaged audio disc melted into nothingness in his hand.

The content on the recording disc is only the voice of Xu Zhiming's party, but what he said alone is enough for Yu Ci and Feng Huai to piece together a complete call information.

Undoubtedly, Luo Haonan was on the other end of the phone. He tried to persuade Xu Zhiming to take the orchestra to perform in the premiere after the renovation of the opera house with a high price, and Xu Zhiming was also tempted. artists, forcing them to star.

As for the audio disc, perhaps Xu Zhiming's position has long been doubted.

Yu Ci looked at Nuo Lan and the others standing in front of the speaker, and asked in a low voice, "Xu Zhiming forced you to appear in that premiere?"

Nolan nodded.

Feng Huai let out a "huh" and said in a low voice, "The motive for silence."

The pianist Sicker floated in front of the two of them. He gracefully bowed slightly, and made an inviting gesture with his right hand, which was only connected to a piece of tendon, to signal them to follow him.

They descended the creaking wooden stairs into the basement.

As soon as they stepped into the basement, the overhead lights turned on automatically.

Feng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, the dust floating up and down in the beam of light

float.

The basement was tidied up in an orderly manner. Under Sickert's guidance, Feng Huai took out an account book hidden under the floor.

"Xu Zhiming seems to have the habit of keeping handwritten accounts." Feng Huai simply glanced over and said.

He read a few pages later, the expression on his face gradually let go of the initial casualness, and he turned to Yu Ci: "This is not the bill recorded by Xu Zhiming."

Yu Ci looked at Sigel: "Have you investigated him and Luo Haonan?"

Sickert nodded.

"There are three million-dollar remittances in Luo Haonan's account, and the time is one month before the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House." Feng Huai clicked his tongue, and then saw another item, "Illegal reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House, a fine of 80 yuan .”

"The previous multi-million remittances are the amount to get through the joints in order to obtain the letter of consent for the reconstruction." Yu Ci said indifferently.

"The illegal reconstruction is because he took advantage of the loopholes in the reconstruction process, which is equivalent to using nearly [-] square meters of land. This part of the reconstruction also caused the accidental death of dozens of construction workers during the construction process." Feng Huai corresponds to the time point , said with a frown.

"Deliberately embezzling the land for illegal reconstruction, and knowingly committing the crime, I would rather pay a fine..." Yu Ci paused, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he guessed Luo Haonan's intentions, "Now, after the completion of the reconstruction of the Xifu Opera House, due to public The construction of the facility required a complete relocation, and the land compensation amount was calculated based on the area occupied, and the [-]-square-meter land that was over fined was calculated based on the compensation amount, which was a huge sum of money.”

"That's what Luo Haonan came up with? So the capital injection and reconstruction from the beginning were all a pretense for the subsequent relocation?"

"The construction of public facilities such as subways takes five to ten years of preparation. When Luo Haonan gets the news, he is willing to take risks to obtain huge profits. This makes sense," Yu Ci said.

Feng Huai nodded slightly, agreeing with Yu Ci's statement.

The two continued to look back, and the old fluorescent lamp above their heads flickered twice.

"It is recorded in the back that Xu Zhiming started 30 years ago, and there were large sums of money remitted before and after many awards." Feng Huai said, these accounts seemed very simple and rough, he looked at Sigel, "the shady bribery ?”

Sig grinned.

Feng Huai turned another page, and there was nothing left to record.

He casually bent the remaining paper into a fan shape, and loosened it with a clatter. At first glance, it was almost blank.

Suddenly, he paused his gaze, turned back a few times, and stopped suddenly, and saw a bloody palm print impressively on the paper.

Feng Huai looked at Sickert, and was about to ask a question, when he heard a loud noise above his head, and the basement door was slammed shut vigorously, shaking the dust from the stairway to the ground.

The two of them froze and looked towards the door.

The small lamp hanging on the top of the basement flickered leisurely, and after the light bulb flickered suddenly, it returned to its original appearance.

Feng Huai looked around cautiously, and the pianist who had been standing in front of them disappeared at some point, leaving only him and Yu Ci in the small basement.

Feng Huai lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "Just now I was thinking, the ghosts of those artists gathered here because of unwillingness, what about the dead leader? After such a tragic death, does it have no so-called obsession? ?”

A dagger appeared in Yu Ci's hand at some point, with a curved tip like a sickle.

Feng Huai took a second look. In the last dungeon world, he also saw Yu Ci use it.

"Are daggers useful against incorporeal ghosts?" Feng Huai asked back. At the same time, a cross appeared in his hand, and the thunder light instantly illuminated the basement extremely brightly.

"Useful." Yu Ci replied.

He looked at the crossed celestial rod in Feng Huai's hand: "The celestial rod will punish and bind ghosts. The flying sickle is used as a weapon to reap reincarnation."