[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

Seeing Yalar's frightened look on the verge of collapse, Mammon frowned, and turned her head to look at the unsurprisingly ordinary family portrait on the wall.

In the painting, the blond girl in a white lace dress stands quietly, still maintaining her original smile.

……

Nothing has changed.

Mammon didn't immediately scold Yalar for yelling nonsense, but took two steps to the picture frame, looked up and down for a while—still didn't find anything wrong.

He is very confident in his memory. If the painting really moves by itself as Yalar said, even if there is a slight deviation in the angle of the eyes, he can tell it.

Unfortunately not.

So Mamen reached out and wiped the lower edge of the picture frame, and turned her head to look at the person curled up on the sofa with a half-smile: "There is a lot of dust on this picture."

"..." Dust will be possessed by Brother Piao once he paints too much?囧, what kind of logic is this?If this is the case, will the curator of the Ancient Painting Museum be allowed to live?For a moment, Yalar thought of a lot(...).

Mamen walked back to the sofa, and put on an intimacy that Yalar couldn't accept, ruffled his hair gently, and there was a smile of eclipse sunshine on the corner of his mouth that seemed amiable but was turbulent and ferocious inside, "The dust is not thick enough to make you see a mirage like a desert..."

Well, another rant.

Even if I stop in the middle and stop talking, I still complain.

Aral violently pulled away the hand that was resting on top of his head, raised his head, and was stunned—the man who was laughing at him was looking at the picture on the fireplace motionlessly at the moment, the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed not yet fully faded away, but his brows were tightly wrinkled——

"Okay," Mammon said softly suddenly, "I think you're right."

Yalar twitched his lips: "...Actually, I think it's better if I'm wrong..."

"Son, listen, this portrait is indeed weird," Mammon interrupted him, "but it's not the little girl you mentioned, but the man, whose eyes were originally looking at the coffee table—"

Now he is looking straight at the little girl standing next to his chair...

"—he was warning the intruders."

The gloomy female voice that suddenly appeared shocked both of them who were immersed in this weird situation.

Mamen took advantage of the situation to firmly catch the poor child who was so excited that he jumped directly into his arms and his head was buried between his neck like an ostrich. With the other hand, he quickly pulled out the miniature firearm on his waist, and aimed at it in the next second. Where the sound comes from—

"Come on, I'm still alive."

Bell smiled without any panic, and walked down the stairs slowly.

Mammon glanced over the fireplace from the corner of her eye, and then a gleam of clarity flashed in her eyes.

Such tiny movements did not escape Bell's eyes. The girl giggled and stepped in front of the two, stretched out her small white hand, and gently patted the person who had buried her face between Mamen's neck, calling softly. Hey, Morakot.

Yalar's shoulders trembled, but he didn't look back.

It was only then that Mammon realized that she was holding Yalar with one hand, and tightly holding the pistol with the other.

…So just like cutting a finger, many people don’t even know that they are injured until they find themselves bleeding. In the same situation, Mammon immediately feels a little unable to hold her when she finds out. With the buttocks sitting firmly on the arms, he discussed with the ostrich in a deep voice: "Come down, you are so heavy."

As a result, the ostrich hugged more and more tightly.

Even the two bird claws grabbed his neck - with a kind of determination to die, they grabbed it tightly.

The ostrich said: "She is not Bell, she was changed by Brother Piao."

"..."

"..."

After a brief silence, Mamen threw the disgruntled companion back onto the sofa with a dark face.

Bell smiled and walked around the sofa, bent down to look at Yalar, and just as he smiled again, suddenly, his face suddenly changed, and Bell pulled his face down nervously. Her voice was low, and it was light and sweet like before With a different voice, hoarse and terrified, she grabs Aral's shoulders and screams—"They really are!!! They took Griffith!!! They left me alone— -leave me alone!--"

= Mouth =...

Aral's hair stood on end.

At this moment, Mammon, who had been standing behind, threw Bell away quickly, hesitated for a second, and simply picked Yalar up from the sofa and put it back in her arms.

Yalar cooperated with him and immediately grabbed his neck tightly.

One of the two was silent, but the body trembled a little, the other looked coldly, calmly looking at the girl who was thrown to the ground sobbing nervously, and kept muttering "Oh, Griffith S..." "You can't take him..." "We're just passing by..."

Bell's actions really scared Yalar.

If before the portrait that moves the eyeballs, the gloomy house is only physically afraid.

Well, Bell's anomaly really shocked Aral's soul—in his impression, although this girl was a bit annoying because she was competitive, her classmate had always maintained the elegance and decency of a noble lady for several years.

——There is nothing more frightening than a familiar person suddenly becoming abnormal.

Mammon knew something was wrong.

But it was definitely not what Yalar imagined.

"Tell me your purpose." Mammon lowered her eyes and asked the woman sitting on the kneeling ground with her face covered in a cold voice.

"Help me find him!" Bell raised his head abruptly, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, his eyes were wide open, and he screamed ferociously——

Yalaer, who finally had the courage to turn back, saw such an extremely exciting scene——

Taking a deep breath, Yalar rolled his eyes and turned his face away, pinching Mammon's neck firmly.

My soul is going out of my body... to become a member of Brother Piao...=口=...

Mammon was in pain from being pinched, but she could only carefully smooth the feathers of the ostrich in her arms with her hands, so she looked at Bell with even more indifferent eyes—"Woman, don't play tricks anymore."

……

Bell did not respond to Mammon.

She made a move that surprised everyone.

She stood up and rummaged all over her body excitedly. During the movement, even the corners of her skirt were turned up above her knees, exposing her white thighs. Finally, under Mammon's speechless eyes, she took out a rotten piece of clothing from the stockings. parchment, self-serving a silly smile, and swiped across his information device——

"Beep beep——" a long sound sounded, and Mammon raised her eyebrows with great interest.

"The real 'ghost' pieces, here you are! Here you go!!! Just help me find Griffith, just help me find him!! Get him from them... oh my God," Bell said as he approached After Mammon failed, he threw the fragments at his feet indifferently, covered his face and sobbed, "I want to leave this terrible experience, leave immediately..."

This kind of performance is exactly the same as the appearance of two people when they descended the stairs with a calm smile just now.

Pretend?

Schizophrenia?

Mammon suddenly became a little uncertain - if it was an act, then the purpose was undoubtedly to obtain useful clues about "Devil May Cry" they had in hand to find this fragment.But, are they really willing to take out another real fragment "ghost" as bait?

If so, then this girl is very capable.Mammon looked Bell up and down indifferently, he didn't believe that Griffith could make such an unconventional plan—in his impression, Ben Griffith was just a gorilla with a simple mind and well-developed limbs .

After weighing it for a moment, Mammon frowned, put down Alar, and looked into Bell's eyes.

He saw real madness and fleeting moments of eccentricity.

Bell fell silent.

She tilted her head, straightened her skirt and hair, took out her handkerchief, wiped her face, took a deep breath, walked over to Yalar and sat down beside him, Yalar's eyes twitched, as if Suppress yourself strongly so as not to flap your wings and fly to stand on Mammon's shoulder.

Bell smiled again, his voice became soft again, and he tilted his head: "Help me find him, I can give you all the clues in my hand."

"method?"

"Upstairs to the second floor, the large wardrobe in the second room on the left, where he disappeared." Bell murmured softly.

"puff--"

Turning on the kettle to take a sip of hot water, Yalar spit out all the water in a mouthful of shock, and was coughed twice. Yalar looked at Bell like a monster, both absurd and horrifying: "This is a staged 'Nani sub-legendary?"

"No, no. I dare not go into that closet again. There is no Snow Witch behind it, only Cain, Cain!!!" Bell threw himself on Yalar.

Mammon didn't want to let go of any detail and doubted, "Wardrobe? How could you go into that kind of thing?"

Bell rubbed against Yalar, and made a grunting sound in satisfaction (...). Hearing Mammon's question, he suddenly raised his head, widened his eyes, stared at Mammon for a moment, and said calmly: "I'm curious. .”

……

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and smiled slightly at Yalar.

=/_,=, Yalaer turned to look at Mammon in a broken face——can you please drag this crazy woman away first?

Mammon frowned, looking unhappy, and pushed Bell away: "I can help you to see... Yalar."

"Ah, yes!" Aral raised his hand.

"Come up with me."

"it is good……"

"No! Don't let him leave me~~~"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Mamen smiled indifferently, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "Did I beat the mandarin duck?"

Yalar was wronged, is this true? He was shot while lying down.

Bell put his arms around Yalar's waist, and rubbed his messy curly hair and furry head against Yalar: "I want to stay here with him, I don't want to go back to the second floor, and I don't want to be alone again."

...But I don't want to be with you either...Yaral Yuzu.

"Refused." Mammon raised her jaw, condescending.

"You can't trust me?" Bell narrowed his eyes, looking at Mammon dangerously.

"obviously."

"..." Bell tilted his head and thought for a while, turned over on his body again, pulled out the transmitter like a magic trick, and stuffed it into Mamen's hand, "The password is 'XHF64469', if you find it is wrong, you can press the distress signal immediately, teacher A positioning system is installed on us, in other words," Belt paused and smiled slightly, "we can't escape."

With the result together, Mamen glanced at Bell, and entered the password as she said, and the password was correct to enter the relevant page.

Bell seemed to have achieved his goal, turned his face and touched Yalar's face.

Yalar was dumbfounded—could it be that the tropical rainforest awakened the small universe of this woman's wild side?

……

Of course there is something wrong with this.

And there are many.

But Mammon wanted to know what this woman was up to.

It is reluctant that the child cannot catch the wolf.

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

Under Yalar's eager gaze, Mammon spit out a short sentence abruptly from the corner of his mouth.

Yalar looked back at Mammon 'with tears in his eyes'.

Mammon treated him like a large plush pet, patted his head to appease him, then put Bell's equipment into the small backpack he carried with him, took out his pistol, loaded it and held it in his hand, and finally looked at the Glancing at Yalar, he went upstairs.

During this process, Miss Bell has been lying quietly in Yalar's arms, hugging her tightly and never letting go.

……

Mamen went upstairs and found that the room Bell mentioned was locked.

Frowning, he turned on his positioning device and confirmed the location of Yalar - at a certain moment, he quietly installed another infrared positioning on Yalar, which is why he finally chose to leave him temporarily s reason.

The screen showed that the red dot representing Yalar was obediently staying in the living room—maybe it was on the sofa, staying with that crazy woman.Mammon snorted mockingly, took a step back, and kicked open the locked wooden door——

bang——

The loud noise caused Yalar's roar downstairs—"Demolition of the house?~~"

Mammon paused, and walked into the room calmly.

The wardrobe was indeed open.

As Bell said.

But Mammon didn't go into the closet right away.

Because he found that there seemed to be something strange on the bed in the room.

Suspicious and more vigilant, Mammon clenched the gun in her hand, and could feel a trace of cold sweat on her palm——

There was an unusual bulge in the center of the wide old aristocratic bed.

Mammon moved slowly on tiptoe, and her ears were keenly aware of it, refusing to let go of even a trace of strange breath.

Throwing off the sheets—

But there was no sudden attack as expected.

……

In the middle of the bed, there were two people lying quietly, breathing gently - obviously, they were either in deep sleep or coma caused by drugs.

One of them was Nico Kresque, who was in Mammon's class, and the other girl Mammon didn't know.

Mammon squinted her eyes, when something sounded suddenly, she knelt on the bed on one knee, searched around the unconscious two people, and sure enough, she only found a transmitter, took it out, and entered the password that Bell just said.

Password is correct.

"Damn!"

Mammon slammed the communicator in his hand to the corner of the wall, and quickly returned to the corridor like a hurricane——

Looking down from the stairs, the center of the hall is empty.

Taking out the locator, the red dot disappeared from the screen as expected.