When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

The pitch-black room was pitch black.

There were only the dull growls of wild beasts, and the shrill and miserable squeals of mice.

After a long time, the movement disappeared, and the darkness returned to dead silence.

A vigorous black cat jumped onto the bed without a sound, making a coquettish sound of "woo me woo me" in its throat, with something in its mouth.

"Good boy!"

The witch smiled softly, stretched out her palm, and took three blood-stained rat tails from the black cat's mouth.

The three huge humanoid mice just now only have three tails left.

"...She cut their tails with a table knife, have you ever seen anything like this in your life?" The witch hummed one of the nursery rhymes playfully, repeating between her lips and teeth.

In the end, she put away the three mouse tails, and under her touch, the ferocious black cat turned into a piece of dried cat skin again.

"I really don't know what kind of monster that idiot next door will encounter tonight, can he handle it..." Finally, the voice of the witch turned into a curse-like taunt in the dead darkness.

……

In the next room, Bill Chen, who was being naughty by the witch, was obviously not having a good time at this time.

"Fu***! Careless!"

He let out a curse from his throat, threw off the quilt suddenly and turned over, and rolled down from the bed in embarrassment, trying to stay away from the head of the bed.

On the wall next to the bedside, where the portraits were originally placed, the oil paintings had been torn off and burned, so now there is only an empty picture frame and a large blank wall.

At this moment, there is a humanoid thing struggling to emerge from the wall.

The originally hard brick wall is now as soft as a layer of canvas. The human-shaped object is wrapped by the white wall, its limbs are dancing wildly, and only a pale face remains, without facial features, trying to squeeze out from the depths of the wall.

The human-shaped object is getting more and more protruding, half of its body has already protruded from the wall, like a ghost passing through the wall.

Judging from the figure, it can be vaguely seen that this ghost is a woman, which is very close to the previous portrait.

The only difference is that this ghost is holding an ax in his hand.

"Lizzie Borden picked up the axe and hit Mom forty times and Dad 41 times..." Bill Chen muttered the nursery rhyme on the oil painting, with a hint of anger on his face.

"Damn it! It's no use just burning the oil painting, the frame should have been burned just now!"

It's just that it's useless to be annoyed at this time, the ghost in front of him has already struggled out of the wall with more than half of his body, and the ax in his hand swung a cold light.

Bill Chen cautiously retreated to a distance, and found a locked black suitcase from his carry-on luggage.

"No, burning the oil painting is still helpful. At least it didn't make the monster rush out of the painting immediately. It bought me some time..."

He muttered to himself, quickly unlocked and opened the suitcase.

Inside the box is a row of medicines with different doses, as well as several syringes of different sizes.

Chen Bill acted swiftly, immediately tied his arm with a rubber band, then sterilized the syringe, and injected one of the smallest doses of medicine into his vein.

His movements were as smooth as flowing water, obviously this was not the first time he had injected himself with medicine.

"Ah--"

Putting down the syringe in his hand, Chen Bier let out a long breath, stood still for a moment, his pupils instantly became slack and lost focus.

But the muscles on his arm swelled up in an instant, the veins twitched violently, and bounced bulgingly.

And his originally thin and short body, under the action of the volatilization of the potion, suddenly increased in height, his muscles were knotted, and he was extremely burly.

At this moment, the ghost with the ax finally struggled to get away from the wall.

This monster with no eyebrows, eyes and facial features, and a pale body from head to toe staggered in the room, with its head tilted strangely, silently looking at Bill Chen in the corner.

There was a dead silence all around, and the ax was raised high and cut down suddenly...

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, you can only hear Bill Chen's deep and furious roar, the sound of the ax cutting through the air, the silent roar of monsters, the sound of furniture overturning and body collisions.

After a while of chaos, there was only dull and heavy breathing in the room.

A bloody smell came.

Chen Bier dragged an ax in his hand, staggered to the bottom of the live camera, and sat down on the ground in a state of embarrassment to rest.

His chest heaved violently, and there was a fresh scratch on his neck. The huge wound penetrated the flesh, and if it was any deeper, it would very likely cut the artery on the neck.

"hiss--"

Bill Chen touched the wound on his neck, and couldn't help gasping: "This monster is really ruthless... almost fell on the first night!"

With the passage of time, the potion he injected just now began to fail, and the soaring muscles on his body were receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He gritted his teeth, and before the muscles completely disappeared, he used up the last bit of strength in his body, lifted the ax and pointed it at the picture frame on the wall, and chopped it down fiercely.

The picture frame fell apart and fell to the ground.

He continued to hack like crazy, until the picture frame was chopped into a pile of wood residues, then he sighed in relief and dropped the ax powerlessly.

Bill Chen, who had successfully escaped, was about to lie down and catch his breath when he suddenly heard a burst of sharp laughter.

He was startled, raised his head very vigilantly, and looked around in the dark.

After a long while, he suddenly realized that the laughter did not come from his room, but from upstairs.

Someone was laughing in the room on the third floor, and it didn't stop. The sharp sound even leaked through the thick floor to the second floor.

Bill Chen raised his head, stared at the ceiling above his head with strange eyes, and spat feebly: "Bah!"

"It seems that I am not the only one who is unlucky tonight..."

……

The only players living on the third floor are Fengzhu and John.

Twelve o'clock has passed, and the lights in John's room have long been turned off. Like everyone else, there is only darkness left.

But unlike the others, John's room was not quiet, there were always rustling sounds.

Even after the lights were turned off, this introverted little fat man still didn't stop talking.

He took out another bag of potato chips from his backpack, grabbed a handful full of them, and stuffed them into his mouth hungrily.

In his hand, there is also a pile of various snacks.Among them was a note with text written on it, which was also submerged in the pile of snacks.

There was also a nursery rhyme written on the note.

[Shh, child, my doll, I beg you not to cry. 】

【I will give you some bread and some milk;】

[Or you like cake, or, maybe, a pie,]

【Then either you're welcome, or all my heart. 】

But John didn't bother to look, since he entered this room, he only cared about eating!

His stomach seemed to never be full, and his mouth could not be idle for a moment, he was always chomping.

The sound of chewing potato chips is particularly crisp in the silent late night.

"Crack, click, click..."

"Whee!"

Suddenly, a strange laughter came in, adding to the sound of chewing potato chips.

This laughter came from nowhere, and its direction was unknown. It just floated back and forth in the empty room, seemingly absent.

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee--"

The laughter became more and more strange, and gradually became strange, as if someone was lying on the head of the bed, laughing strangely into John's ear.

John paused for a moment while chewing potato chips, his eyes were full of blankness, and his face still had that dull expression.

And following this weird laughter came a shadow that seemed to be deeper than the darkness. It had no regular shape, but slowly spread out, gradually engulfing the entire room.

When the invisible shadow was about to cover the bed, John, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly swallowed the food in his mouth, and the corner of his greasy mouth opened a strange arc.

"whee--"

There was another laugh.

Only this time, the laughter came from John himself.

John, who had always been acting stupidly, grinned in an arc that normal people would never be able to laugh at. The corners of his mouth seemed to be split open, and he was laughing hysterically.

The depths of his eyes were filled with bright red, and the dark red eyes moved around strangely, as if they were catching something in the room.

The laughter from his mouth became sharper and louder than the inexplicable low laugh before.

Inexplicably, the shadow that had been expanding suddenly stopped, and slowly retreated, finally dissipating into nothingness.

And the low laughter with an unknown direction at the beginning, like the shadow, no longer appeared.

Before the danger John encountered started, he had already resolved it in a strange way.

This fat man who was always naive and silly, now became extraordinarily vicious, and the only thing left in the whole room was his piercing shrill smile.

The laughter was so penetrating that even the people living downstairs could hear it.

And Feng Zhu, who lived next door to him, was also deeply disturbed by it!

Wind Candles don't need to fall asleep like humans.

So after the lights were turned off, he was constantly harassing Yiqi by sending text messages.

In the darkness, the faint light from the mobile phone screen faintly illuminated his face.

He is typing very seriously:

【Xiaoyi, are you asleep? 】

[I want to say good night to you! 】

【I wish you were with me right now so I could kiss your eyes. 】

[The person in the room next to me has a problem with his brain, and he kept laughing all night without sleeping, making my ears hurt! 】

[I don't know who took the curtains from my room, now my windows are completely covered, and there is no privacy at all!When I go back, I'm going to give this hotel a bad review. 】

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Suddenly, there was a sound of knocking on the window from outside.

Accompanied by the sound of knocking on the window, a blurred and distorted figure stuck outside the window like a viscous liquid, slowly wriggling and crawling.

The figure pressed its irregular face tightly against the glass, and its limbs flowed, trying to flow into the room through the gap in the window.

It also left a scratching sound on the windowpane that sounded a bit like a cat's meowing.

Beside the unnoticed window, a nursery rhyme is engraved with a few lines of shallow notches.

[A twisted man,]

[Walking a twisted road for a mile. 】

[Twisted sixpence in hand,]

[Stepping up the twisted steps,]

[Buy a crooked cat,]

[The cat catches the crooked mouse. 】

[They live together in a crooked hut. 】

Now, that distorted figure continued to knock on the window, its misplaced facial features stuck to the glass, and it exposed its sinister and sharp teeth to the room.

Feng Zhu casually raised his head and glanced out of the window, then continued to lower his hair and send text messages:

[Wait a minute, someone is knocking on my window. 】

The phone vibrated, and Yiqi finally got a reply:

【How are you? 】

Seeing this brief reply, Feng Zhu's golden eyes lit up, and a happy smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

【fine!It's just a staff member who heard that I wanted to make a complaint and rushed over to eliminate the bad reviews. What a disgraceful hotel... By the way, you haven't said good night to me yet! 】

After a while, Yiqi sent a text message.

【Good night. 】

There is also a "happy" emoticon attached to the back of the text message.

Seeing this text message, Feng Zhu hesitated immediately.

What expression should he add behind his reply?

"Smile" or "Be Careful"?

Just as he was hesitating, the monster outside the window was trying to open the window, and the sharp scratching sound became more and more ear-piercing.

Fengzhu, who was annoyed, frowned, and threw the pillow beside him casually.

"roll--"

A roar that contained supreme divine power burst out suddenly.

At this moment, the sticky figure outside the window burst open with a "pop", just like a real liquid, evaporating into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

Everything is quiet!

And Feng Zhu finally decided...

【Good night! 】

Behind this text message, he solemnly attached a bunch of cute little red hearts.

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[Note] The nursery rhymes "A Twisted Man" and "Baby Doll" in this chapter are still all from "Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes".