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After sending Lin Fang back to the room, Fu Qitang was relieved to find that He Zhizhou had just been knocked out.

It's only the first day, but two players have already died, which is really not a good sign.After all, every time a person is killed, the power of the ghost will increase.

Originally, everyone wanted to gather to spend the rest of the night to ensure safety, but when everyone walked out of the room, they found that the butler was already standing in the corridor.

He persuaded everyone to go back with a gloomy face, and a sneer came out of his mouth from time to time, the threat was very obvious.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fu Qitang always felt that the housekeeper was hostile to him.He pursed his lips, and said nothing on the surface, but turned around after taking two steps, and he found the housekeeper staring at him with resentment.

That gaze was like a poisonous tongue spitting out Nobuko's, gloomy and cold, with an indelible malice, which made one's hair stand on end.

"I seem to have filled up Old John's hatred." After closing the door, Fu Qitang said thoughtfully, "He looks like he wants to kill me immediately."

"Oh," Gong Zijun responded, and looked up at Fu Qitang, "Then let him try."

……

The second half of the night passed quickly.

In the morning, Fu Qitang was still a little groggy when he woke up.

He felt that he had a very messy and vague dream, as if someone was sitting next to him, sometimes singing, sometimes reciting poems, and rambling about all kinds of irrelevant words.

He heard the maids whispering, saying that the hostess and the driver were secretly having an affair; he also vaguely saw a man in gorgeous clothes holding a dying child, the man was crying bitterly, but the corners of his mouth were raised when he lowered his head; and At the dance party, the servants and maids are busy shuttling, the skirts of the girls are flowing, and the gentlemen are polite.

"what happened?"

Gong Zijun's voice sounded from behind, and then he reached out and pressed Fu Qitang's temples on both sides.

"Didn't you sleep well, you look tired."

"Yeah." Fu Qitang was indeed exhausted, lay in bed for a while, and told him the dream of last night: "Did you dream?"

Gong Zijun shook his head and said no.

"This may be some kind of hint, but the information is too trivial." Fu Qitang said, and then he had some doubts, "But it is also possible that these are misleading, and the ghost wants me to dream."

Seeing that Fu Qitang was bored, Gong Zijun smiled slightly, "Is it the deep raving of your sick soul, or the boredom of your imprisoned mind?"

"You are really..." Fu Qitang was amused by him.

This sentence comes from a mystery novel. The previous sentence is "Young dreamer, don't believe in yourself". Fu Qitang has read it, and Gong Zijun obviously knows that he has read it.

Although the doubts from last time still exist, it has to be said that Fu Qitang really likes the feeling of the two working together.

He understands everything he says, and he can catch the stalks he throws out. He won't be inexplicable, but finds each other very interesting and comfortable to get along with.

"Since when have I been a young dreamer, wasn't I still my dear son last time?" Fu Qitang asked him intentionally.

"So you still prefer to be a son?"

"..."

He didn't sleep well at first, his brain was blunt and knotted, and he got involved in it after a few words, Fu Qitang obediently shut up, got up neatly and took a shower.

Looking at the watch below, there was still an hour before breakfast time. The two decided to go to the locked house that the female student mentioned yesterday, maybe they would gain something.

The air in the morning is fresh, the wind gently carries the aroma of the distant trees, and the morning glow spreads a bright red patch on the horizon.

The garden was behind the main buildings of the castle. The two walked through a narrow and cold cobblestone walkway, and walked out of the shadow cast by the buildings a few minutes later, only to feel the warmth of the morning.

"It should be here." Fu Qitang identified the direction and pointed to a dilapidated and desolate path on the right.

He turned his head and saw that Gong Zijun was looking down at the sharp shadow cast by the castle tower, and could not help but take two steps closer curiously, "Is there a problem with the shadow?"

"Well, it moved just now." Gong Zijun said.

"Moved? Could this ghost also be able to manipulate shadows?" Fu Qitang thought of Chen Qun. One of its abilities was to control shadows. "Is this a basic skill with such a high penetration rate?"

"Basically, ghosts are really good at gaining power from shadows and chaos, and you'll know when you see them a lot later." Gong Zijun said, "Let's go, let's get down to business first."

Controlled by ghosts?

It wasn't like that just now, Gong Zijun recalled the scene he had glimpsed by accident, it seemed that the shadow itself had become conscious and suddenly woke up.

According to the female student, the two found the dilapidated and locked cottage behind the garden.

The door of the room was made of thick old wooden boards, with a lock almost the size of Fu Qitang's palm hanging on it. The chain was covered with rust, apparently no one had entered it for many years.

"Can you pick locks?" Guessing that breaking such a big lock would make a lot of noise, but he didn't have the ability to pick locks, Fu Qitang rubbed his chin and asked Gong Zijun.

He was just asking casually, but he was actually ready to find a tool to hit him hard. Unexpectedly, Gong Zijun nodded, very confident, "Of course."

"..." Fu Qitang suspected that he had heard wrong.

Crazy wolf can pick locks? ?

"What kind of expression do you have, shouldn't you be happy?" Gong Zijun smiled, took out a butter knife and approached the door lock, lowered his head to study.

"It's a bit fantasy... I think cool skills are only suitable for your character design, and lockpicking is obviously not suitable."

"It doesn't matter whether it's worthy or not, it just needs to be practical." Gong Zijun said, the movements of his hands were light and flexible, and after a while, only a "click" was heard, and the lock was actually opened.

"Come in, brother Xiaotang."

The room was small and the lighting was poor. Gong Zijun took out the miner's lamp from last night again, and the white light clearly illuminated the dust floating in the air.

This should be a tool room. There are old gardening tools all over the floor. Fu Qitang rummaged through them a little and found that they were shovels, scissors, shovels and the like. Inside was an overturned cart, which should be Used by gardeners to transport trash.

"It seems to be nothing," Fu Qitang said, pacing to the front of the trolley, "It's just that this car is a bit strange."

Generally speaking, this kind of tool cart will be parked outside, which is convenient, and second, this thing is not small, and it really takes up a lot of space in the house.Even if it is not used temporarily, if you put it in the house, you will choose to park it closer to the door instead of parking it so deep.

Furthermore, Fu Qitang was very concerned about the overturned state of the car. It felt as if someone deliberately pushed it down to cover up something, instead of it falling over by itself over time.

"What is this?" A rag suddenly appeared in Fu Qitang's sight. It was hanging on the wheel on one side of the trolley, and the lace on the edge became dark yellow and old. "A petticoat that was accidentally torn off?"

Exchanged a look with Gong Zijun, the two lifted the cart and pushed it aside, then searched carefully around, and found a small hidden button on the ground not far away.

Gong Zijun took out a few defensive props and made a simple arrangement, implying Fu Qitang to back off, while he stepped forward to grab the concealed buckle and pulled it away——

An old black leather suitcase lay quietly in a half-meter-square dark grid.

[15: Ah, how to adjust the brightness, this is my favorite part of unboxing!But I can't see what's in the suitcase at all]

[29: It's too dark here, the viewing experience is extremely poor]

[52: An empty triangular flask, a broken cork, a small crossbow and several arrows, a shoulder bag, and a badge with a pattern that looks like an eagle but a lion on the lower body... what is this? ? ]

"Griffin badge, this is the demon hunter suit." Gong Zijun raised his eyebrows, his expression seemed a little surprised, "It seems that a demon hunter came here once."

During breakfast, Fu Qitang saw Lin Fang who was sober.

"All right?" he asked.

"Well," Lin Fang nodded slowly, and then smiled wryly, "Although you should find it incredible, but to me, as long as I close my eyes and not see Yongnian, it is a great thing."

Hearing what he said, Fu Qitang was a little speechless.

Relief?advise?

It is said that Cheng Yongnian did not save him in the first place to let him be overwhelmed by guilt and guilt. He should work harder to live. Lin Fang himself knows this, but is it useful?

After thinking about it, just shut up.

Breakfast was bread and espresso, and the jam was very sweet. Fu Qitang took a sip and never wanted to take another sip. He also took a defensive look at Gong Zijun. He did not forget the day when the last copy ended. The Shire had slathered jam on his slice of bread.

"By the way, there is one thing I think I should tell you. I didn't feel nothing last night. In fact, I felt like I turned into a woman in my dream." Lin Fang said slowly, taking a sip The coffee was boiling hot, and an abnormal blush appeared on his face.

"The 'me' in the dream has been staying here, full of love...and hate for everything here. I love every brick here, every painting, I hope they will always be new and beautiful, but at the same time I hate it for imprisoning me, I am locked here forever, I want to get out, but there is no way."

Lin Fang's voice was dry, but the pain and entanglement in his eyes seemed to overflow. A huge and complicated emotion was rushing upstream along his heart, and finally blocked his throat tightly.

"Huh...huh..." Lin Fang held his throat and panted violently.

"Stop talking, take your time." The middle-aged woman kindly poured him a glass of warm water.

After listening to Lin Fang's words, the other players were thoughtful.

They already knew what happened last night. Lin Fang was possessed by a ghost, and then this kind of emotion came out inexplicably—these belonged to ghosts.

According to Lin Fang, this complex emotion does match Camille's experience, but is it true?It always felt a bit too simple, Fu Qitang refilled himself a cup of coffee, thinking silently.

At the end of the breakfast time, the butler reappeared and announced the good news with a dead face.

"The hostess is in better health and can see guests, but only two people at a time, who wants to go first?" The butler gloomyly glanced at the crowd, parting his lips and showing a stiff smile, "If it's all possible Then let me arrange it."

It is risky to go first, but it is not necessarily safer to go later.

To put it bluntly, nothing is absolutely safe since getting on this train.

Fu Qitang glanced at Gong Zijun, raised his hand and said, "Then teacher and I will go first... We have admired Miss Vanessa for a long time."

"Oh? Really?" The butler let out a hoarse laugh from his throat, and his eyes lingered on Fu Qitang for a long time.

Fu Qitang once again felt the undisguised malice. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but he held it back when he moved a bit, and said bravely, "Yes, what's the problem?"

"Of course not," the butler withdrew his gaze and turned into a living dead man again, "This way please."

Vanessa Homemel's bedroom was on the fourth floor of the castle. Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun walked through the dark corridor behind the butler, and the footsteps of the three of them were particularly obvious.

"Why didn't you see the servants?" Fu Qitang asked curiously.

He had noticed yesterday that there were no servants in this castle at all. The deserted garden, the roof in disrepair, and the dusty living room all showed the fact that there was almost no one cleaning and maintaining it. But there are indeed servants, such as the few maids who followed the butler before.

"They can't appear in front of the guests casually, this is the rule." The butler replied stiffly, and then closed his mouth tightly.

Seeing this, Fu Qitang shrugged his shoulders and didn't ask any more questions.

After turning a corner, another long staircase appeared in front of the three of them.

The stairs are very narrow, only one person can fit, the butler walks at the front, Gong Zijun takes precautions, and Fu Qitang naturally walks at the end.

There were several huge portraits hanging on the wall on one side of the stairs. Fu Qitang looked at them as he walked, and felt that the pale and gloomy people in the portraits were staring at him intently.

The stairs were getting shorter, and finally climbed to the end, but the housekeeper suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Fu Qitang who was still standing on the steps, pulling his muscles and slowly showing a distorted and terrifying smile.

"Why don't you leave?" Fu Qitang didn't know why, but a very bad premonition suddenly surged up in his heart.

The next second, the stairs suddenly collapsed without warning. Before he could utter an exclamation, Fu Qitang fell straight down along with countless broken stones!

"This staircase has been in disrepair for a long time, and there is no way to accidentally fall to death. It makes you laugh." Amidst a burst of smoke and dust, the butler narrowed his eyes and turned to Gong Zijun, saying contentedly.