When I was forced to become a crybaby...

Suddenly, the four eyes met, the man had no time to restrain his anger, and was bumped into by Liang Yan.

Yan Shao's facial features are deep and three-dimensional, and he has the inner taste of the male protagonist in martial arts novels, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and long eyebrows tucked into his temples. However, this rigid appearance, coupled with his current fierce expression, makes people unconscious want to stay away.

For no reason, who would want to be glared at by him viciously, Liang Yan staggered his eyes, and indifferently turned his body sideways in the order of first out and then in.

Yan Shao's eyes didn't move away from him, he looked at him piercingly, his anger faded away, and his eyes showed their brilliance.

Disgusted by his gaze, Liang Yan took another step back instinctively: "Sir, please don't block the door."

The man raised his thick eyebrows: "You don't know me?"

Liang Yan was a little impatient: "I can probably guess it, Mr. Yan, please move out of the way."

Yan Shao stepped aside to open the door, and asked Liang Yan with interest, "Cute, please come in."

Just now based on his upbringing, although Liang Yan was impatient, he could at least maintain basic courtesy, but Yan Shao's address made his face turn cold instantly: "Mr. Yan, please pay attention to your words."

Yan Shao became more interested in this effort, and Liang Yan's cold warning made him quite happy to hear: "What? Don't all the fans in the live broadcast room call you that? Why have I never seen you angry? Why do I call you that?" You are in a hurry, am I so special to you?"

"It's very oily." Liang Yan had a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were cold. He didn't want to talk to Yan Shao more, and planned to go into the dressing room.

The person who just stepped aside suddenly stretched out his legs across the door: "It seems that you don't know my identity."

"I'm not interested, little oily thing, please step aside." Liang Yan walked over regardless of Yan Shao's leg lying in front of him.

When he was about to step on it, Yan Shao retracted his legs, and Liang Yan walked into the dressing room without looking back.

Yan Shao's eyes turned cold: "Very good, you have attracted my attention." Finally, he slammed the door and left angrily.

After the styling and costumes are ready, all participating guests gather at the entrance of the park.

As the largest horror theme park in the country, it is composed of a group of haunted houses, similar to a small town, and each building in the town is a challenge project of different sizes.

There are large-scale horror scenes such as schools, hospitals, and shopping malls, as well as small experience levels such as small residential stores.

In order to create an immersive horror atmosphere for tourists, the details of the park are well done, and the blood on the plaque at the entrance is still ticking down.

After not seeing each other for a while, Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen's eyes were bright when they saw Liang Yan, but when they saw Wen Lang, their eyes automatically switched to cold and deep.

Liang Yan and Wen Lang were standing next to each other by Liu Hongan, causing the eyes of Wen Hao and Chu Hanwen to be gloomy for a while, and bright for a while, and the chandelier on the drunk ceiling did not flash as fast as their eyes.

Yan Shao, who had just met while putting on makeup, also glanced at Liang Yan from time to time.

Liang Yan was listening intently to Liu Hong's explanation of the rules, completely oblivious to the expression on his face.

Wen Lang noticed it, and he didn't forget to nod politely to the teachers, smiling very kindly and not to be beaten.

Liu Hong has always liked to join in the fun. In order to meet the occasion, he wore a blood-stained white coat today, with a rusty stethoscope hanging around his neck, but he did not hold a scalpel in his hand, but held his beloved loudspeaker in disobedience: "Hi everyone, you should have already guessed the theme of this issue. You must be looking forward to it and excited! Right?"

"Yes!!!" Only Xiang Heng and another replacement anchor answered cooperatively, which shows that they really like it.

The rest responded with symbolic applause, smiling commercially awkward but polite smiles.

Liang Yan's clapping movements were particularly stiff. When he saw the spooky look in the park behind him, he didn't have the slightest interest and just wanted to run.

Liu Hong cleared his throat on the loudspeaker: "Since everyone is looking forward to it so much, I will stop talking nonsense and release this mission!"

The lucky duck who disappeared in the previous issue reappeared, twisted his fat buttocks, walked to the middle, bowed politely and said hello to everyone, and then took out the task card hidden in his stomach: "Zhao Xiaochen is ten years old this year. A third-grade elementary school student came home from school that day. He opened the door of the house, but saw that the house was empty. There were only large bloodstains and some pieces of meat left in the kitchen. He was frightened and called to his parents, but no one responded. , So he ran out of the house, but happened to come to the small town police (distinguished guests) who bumped into the house to investigate. The police wanted to find clues based on the traces left at the scene and help Zhao Xiaochen find his parents.

Note: For personal points ranking, it is recommended that everyone investigate separately. "

After reading the task card, Lucky Duck bowed politely to everyone.

At the same time, there was an ear-piercing creaking sound from behind, and the iron door dripping with blood slowly opened.

The voice made one's teeth sore, everyone turned around in unison, Xiang Heng was the first to enter the gate, and the rest followed for the first time.

Liang Yan was the last one to go in. Just as he stepped in, the door creaked shut behind him.

When it is open, there are many tourists in the park, the popularity is very high, and the feeling of terror is not strong.

But now, there are only a few of them in the huge town, which looks extraordinarily gloomy, and there are still hidden cameras and staff in the park in unknown corners, which always give people a sense of oppression being watched secretly.

Seeing that Liang Yan's complexion was not very good, Wen Hao slowed down and walked to his side: "Yanyan, your complexion is not very good, don't be afraid, I will always be by your side."

"Thank you, Teacher Wen." Liang Yan smiled a little far-fetched.

Chu Hanwen was one step late, his lines were robbed, and he walked silently on the other side of Liang Yan with a cold face.

Walking a section ahead, Yan Shao heard the conversation and turned around, his eyes fell on Liang Yan: "If you are afraid, you can hide in my arms."

Wen Lang was leisurely following behind a few people, but when he heard Yan Shao's words, the temperature in his eyes suddenly dropped to freezing point, and his eyes were colder than the NPCs lurking in the garden.

Someone is done.

Liang Yanchui shook hands by his side, his fingertips were slightly cold, the morning sun shone on his body, but he didn't feel any warmth at all.

A few people walked in the dilapidated street for a while, when they passed a small shop, a burly man wearing a mask appeared, he was resisting half a pig falling on the chopping board on a small tricycle, and there was a bang, startled Everyone jumped, and their eyes focused on him.

Even though the butcher was covered in dirty blood and looked ferocious, he was the first living person they met when they came in.

Xiang Heng was most interested, walked to the meat stall, and said hello to the fierce butcher: "Hi, hello!"

The butcher raised his head stiffly, and looked straight at him from the two black holes on the mask. After looking at him for a while, he turned to the others, looked at them one by one, and then nodded slightly, pointing to the hole on the cutting board. Half a pig.

Xiang Heng smiled and waved his hands: "We don't buy meat, we want to inquire about Zhao Xiao...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the butcher suddenly became angry, and rushed out of the shop holding the machete next to him, and rushed out towards them.

"Fuck!" Even though he knew that the butcher was a staff member and would not really kill people, but in the current environment, coupled with the state of the butcher's rampage, he was still scared to death and ran wildly.

Wen Hao, who said just now that he would always be by Liang Yan's side, ran faster than anyone else, and in the blink of an eye, only his back was left.

Yan Shao was no better than him, and ran after him cursing.

The eight people who had gathered together were instantly dispersed.

Liang Yan was also running. As he was running, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he was pulled behind a truck on the side of the road.

His beating heart was about to rush out of his mouth, and before he had time to see who was in front of him, he kicked and beat him.

Wen Lang took two punches before grabbing his hand: "It's me! It's me!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Liang Yan calmed down, and let out the breath stuck in his throat: "Are you going to scare me to death?"

Wen Lang smoothed the fluffy hair on the top of his head: "I was in a hurry, sorry, your hair is standing on end."

Liang Yan glared at him, and still had the guts to say it.

Someone's scream could still be heard, Liang Yan stretched out his head with lingering fear and looked in the direction the butcher was chasing: "Why did he suddenly get angry and cut people?"

Wen Langli's clothes were wrinkled by Liang Yan: "It is estimated that Xiang Heng said he would not buy meat, which angered him."

Liang Yan: "..." Chasing people to chop without buying meat?This butcher really fits the character design of a scary town.

The screams gradually ran away, Wen Lang took Liang Yan's hand: "Go, the butcher will be back soon."

Liang Yan followed him back to the road, and found that he was still walking in the direction of the butcher shop, so he hurriedly grabbed him and backed away: "Why are you going back?"

Wen Lang pointed to the butcher shop: "Go get some money and ask the butcher to buy meat for clues."

"Where is the money?" Liu Hong didn't give them money or food when they came in.

Wen Lang pointed to the butcher's shop: "I'll explain later, hurry up, I won't be able to get it when the butcher comes back." Liang Yan was dragged back to the butcher's shop by his force.

The half pig was lying alone on the cutting board just now, and the pig's head hanging on the shop was squinting and looking at the two of them contemptuously.

Wen Lang boldly walked to the back of the stall and opened a drawer inside. Liang Yan also understood how he got money: "You want to steal the butcher's money to buy his meat?"

Wen Lang took out several banknotes of the scary town with different denominations: "It's not stealing, it's from him, and it's from him."

After speaking, he pushed the drawer back, but he didn't intend to leave. He rummaged behind the stall for a long time, and found a set of spare clothes of the same style as the butcher on the bottom floor: "Take this."

Liang Yan looked at the props and costumes in distaste: "What are you doing with this?"

"it works."

After finishing what was needed, Wen Lang took a bone-chopping ax from the butcher's stall before leaving.

The two carefully hid behind the truck again, Wen Lang handed the banknote to Liang Yan: "You can buy meat when the butcher comes back later."

Liang Yan refused, with a sad face: "If he finds out that the money is his, what will he do if he kills me?"

Wen Lang looked at him amusedly: "It's me, don't worry."

After a while, the chasing butcher returned to the meat stand with his machete.

According to the agreed method, Liang Yan walked out from the back of the truck with the banknotes, and boldly walked towards the meat stand.

He pretended to be calm and came to the meat stall, pointed to the meat on the chopping board: "Boss, I want to buy meat."

The black hole in the butcher's mask stared at him for a while, then put down the machete and held it in his hand again, and let out a strange laugh. His voice was processed by a voice changer, making it hoarse and unpleasant: "Are you rich?"

The author has something to say: It’s back to Wengou’s home field...

There will be double changes in the past few days, and there will be one more in the evening (with proud chest)