The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Blurred images loomed in my mind, light, darkness, the angel's clear golden eyes, and the jet-black feathers falling from the sky, flashed by, and I couldn't grasp the clue.

He must be drunk.

"Is it just us and Lily Jonathan in the manor now?"

"Yes, your company greeted us in advance. After receiving the appointment, we turned away other guests who wanted to come. The other two guests booked earlier."

Ruan Mobei nodded, the observation results were confirmed, and there should be only the two of them on the third floor.

The terrace fell silent again. Ruan Mobei wanted to say something to He Songming, but he didn't know what topic to use.

Tell him directly that it looks familiar?That would be too strange.

Ruan Mobei hadn't noticed it. Normally, he would never worry about how to start a conversation. He has been an extrovert since he was a child, let alone facing the familiar He Songming. He always has something to say.

There is only one reason why he has become awkward now - He Songming is still the same He Songming, but he has changed.

He was worried that his inappropriate words would offend the other party.

How strange.

Ruan Mobei raised his hand and rubbed his nose, but in the end he didn't say much, he followed the foreman's advice and went back to the first floor.

He went to the cinema room, enjoyed a massage, and went back to his room at ten o'clock, ready to rest.

The doctor came back ten minutes later. They still have team building activities tomorrow morning, so they need to get up early.

After washing up, the two went to their respective beds to rest.

Although the funds are sufficient and the rooms are luxurious, in order to cultivate the relationship between the members, the company did not book a suite. All the rooms have two beds in the same room. The doctor seemed to have drunk too much and lay down directly. snoring.

Ruan Mobei used his smart bracelet to watch the news for a while, then turned off the reading lamp with a gentle light above his head, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

He is a person who never has to worry about insomnia. When he wants to sleep, he can fall asleep as soon as he touches the pillow. Even during the noisy class break, he can lie on the desk and sleep peacefully for 10 minutes, and he can go to the next class full of energy. .

Ruan Mobei's former tablemate was not less envious of this, and jokingly asked him if he had received any special training.

The only time he suffered from insomnia was when he told He Songming a story and gave him a kiss in the second world.

Ruan Mobei didn't sleep very well today, it seemed that there was a voice echoing in his ear all the time.

Ruan Mobei opened his eyes, and when he woke up, his brows were tightly furrowed.

The room was very dark, only a faint light came in through the cracks in the curtains, and the faint sound still did not disappear after waking up.It seems to be whispering, echoing in the room, and the source cannot be found.

The curtains were fluttering like ghostly skirts. Ruan Mobei clearly remembered that he closed the windows before going to bed.

...Do you want to take a look?

dong dong.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

In an instant, Ruan Mobei's whole body was stiff, and the knock on the door was quite clear, making him unable to deceive himself that he heard it wrong.

Is the ghost story about to start now?

So much experience in horror movies told Ruan Mobei that pretending to be dead is the wisest choice now. He lay quietly under the quilt, staring hard at the direction of the door, hoping to see something with the help of his spirit vision.

But nothing.

The knock on the door was still going on, quite obvious in the quiet night, the doctor on the bed next to him was silent, only his figure under the quilt could be seen, such a loud sound...won't it wake him up?

Or is it that the doctor has woken up and is pretending to be dead in the quilt like him?

The wind blew quietly, got into the quilt, and brushed the cold hairs on Ruan Mobei's arms.

The whispering stopped quietly.

Even the knocking on the door stopped, Ruan Mobei listened intently, but could not hear any footsteps leaving.

There is carpet in the hallway, which by rights shouldn't be heard either.

The room returned to deathly silence, so quiet that Ruan Mobei could hear his own heartbeat, he tried to breathe lightly to reduce his sense of presence.

There was a soft sound of the wood being pulled, casting constantly shaking shadows on the floor of the room.

……what is that?

Ruan Mobei took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to turn around.

Something was hanging outside the window, shaking from side to side, looking at the outline, it looked like a hanged person.

The creaking sound was like the rope pulling the wooden frame, which perfectly matched the shaking frequency of the figure.

Ruan Mobei quickly closed his eyes and tucked his head into the quilt. As long as he didn't listen or look, he could pretend nothing happened.

The spirit vision he bought with 150 points has not been able to see anything, does it mean...the ghost hasn't actually appeared yet?

These supernatural phenomena are just some kind of precursor?

Ruan Mobei didn't know when everything stopped, he huddled under the quilt, and fell asleep again without knowing it.

The next day, he was woken up by the alarm. It was still dark outside, but the wristband showed that it was 07:30 in the morning.

The doctor had already woken up and was sitting by the bed getting dressed. Ruan Mobei's first reaction was to turn his head to look at the window. The figure hanging outside had disappeared, and the window was tightly closed as he remembered. It might be blown in.

Ruan Mobei frowned. If he hadn't known in advance that supernatural phenomena would definitely occur in this small world, he would have wondered if he drank too much yesterday and had hallucinations.

"Did you hear anything last night?" Ruan Mobei asked.

"What?" The doctor was taken aback, and looked at him, "No? I slept well, what happened?"

Ruan Mobei shook his head: "It's okay, maybe I drank too much."

He got up to wash, went to the window, opened the window, lay down on the window sill and looked up, the room on the third floor was right above him, he had just been to the third floor last night, and there was no one living on that floor.

Ruan Mobei pursed his lips, put away his doubts, got dressed and went downstairs.

Breakfast has been prepared, a typical western meal, the foreman and waiters put away the plates, knives and forks neatly, Ruan Mobei sat at the table, ready to eat.

He Songming still maintained the look he saw last night, with a black tuxedo, white gloves, meticulously combed hair, and a polite smile on his face.

Ruan Mobei didn't know where their staff rested, probably in the West District, which was not open to ordinary guests.

This kind of Western-style meal seems to be quite common for people on the Twilight Star nowadays, and Ruan Mobei is out of place in it. He still prefers breakfasts such as buns, fried dough sticks, white porridge, noodles, and flatbread.

He has never eaten a lot of things, maybe they are special products from other planets, and the sporadic memory can't help him recall the corresponding eating methods, Ruan Mobei can only look at other people's appearance, try not to look so weird .

"Sir, you can try this first."

The foreman's voice sounded behind him, and then he bent down and brought the light yellow sticky substance not far away for Ruan Mobeiduan, "The jam made of Biros cheese and lime fruit will make the taste of Thangka bread More delicious."

"Oh, ok." Ruan Mobei stepped back and leaned against the back of the chair tightly, watching the foreman spread some cheese and lime jam on the bread for him with a knife.

The scent of thyme smelled on the foreman yesterday disappeared, but the quiet atmosphere of the forest was still there. Ruan Mobei wondered if He Songming had sprayed some perfume, but the smell was very weak, more like it was directly stained on the fabric.

Ruan Mobei picked up the bread that He Songming had prepared for him, and took a bite. Sure enough, the taste was much better than eating dry bread.

The bar provided all kinds of coffee and tea in the morning. Ruan Mobei ordered a cup of Sijichun. Last night's haunting made him not sleep well, and he is a little sleepy now.

After everyone has eaten, it is necessary to count the number of people and start the first day of team building activities.

"Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen..."

Gui Lu was in charge, she counted the people preparing in the hall one by one, frowning.

"One is missing, has any of you seen Director Li?"

Director Li... who is it?

Ruan Mobei searched silently from his memory, and slowly recalled that he was a somewhat obese middle-aged man, who usually smiled and looked very kind, but when Ruan Mobei got off the car yesterday, he had a face-to-face meeting with him. He is more like a smiling tiger.

Everyone shook their heads, expressing that they hadn't seen him. Gui Lu turned to Director Li's roommate: "Mr. Smith, didn't you see him this morning?"

Mr. Smith frowned: "He wasn't there when I got up in the morning. I thought it was because he got up early and went downstairs, so I didn't take it to heart."

The vice president at the side poked and poked at his smart bracelet, obviously dialing the communication of Mr. Li. After several operations, he let out a huff: "Strange, why is there no signal?"

Ruan Mobei looked down at his smart bracelet. The status bar on it showed disconnected. He was still watching the news while having breakfast.

"I don't have any signal either."

"Really, it's strange, is the signal tower malfunctioning?"

A waiter noticed the movement here and asked, "Hi, what's the matter?"

"It seems that there is no signal." The vice president showed him the status bar on the bracelet.

Hearing the news, the foreman who rushed over took out his bracelet from his pocket, immediately frowned, and said to everyone: "Everyone, please be safe and calm, I'll go check the annunciator."

Watching He Songming's back disappearing in a hurry in the staff passage, Ruan Mobei looked down at his bracelet again, the signal interruption came so suddenly, it was the beginning of a very old-fashioned horror story.

It is still dark outside and will last for seven days. If Ruan Mobei is a detective, he can now lean on the sofa and say pretentiously: "The sky is about to change, I smell the smell of dead people."

However, he is not. In a supernatural story where many people participate, he needs to reduce his sense of presence, but not let his sense of presence be too low, otherwise he will become a victim of the law of shooting the first bird and the law of inconspicuous cannon fodder.

People were discussing in low voices, and panic spread in the hall. At this moment, the vice president clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Don't panic, maybe there is something wrong with the signal collector. Lao Li may have gone outside to see the scenery, but he hasn't come back yet. He told me yesterday that the Moon Shadow Grass Field in the east is very beautiful. I must go and see it when I have time. .”

When the vice president spoke, the mood of the crowd eased a little, and they began to discuss other matters. Many people complained that Director Li acted without authorization, which made everyone feel uneasy.

Moon Shadow Flower Field... Ruan Mobei was still looking over there on the third floor last night, but he didn't find Director Li's figure. Maybe Director Li went there after he left?

Ruan Mobei couldn't help thinking of the figure hanging outside the window in the middle of the night, and thought silently: Director Li died and was hung outside by a ghost.

Ruan Mobei lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, which was already a bit cold.