Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Angels and Demons 7

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fake drama

Zhou Yan was woken up by the cold in the morning.

He felt as if he had been beaten violently all over his body, and he was stiff and stiff. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was sleeping on the floor.

"Strange, is my sleeping appearance so bad?"

Zhou Yan rubbed his swollen temples. When he saw the coat on the ground, he couldn't help being taken aback. Something must have happened in the room yesterday.

He only remembered the sound of scratching on the ceiling, and the inexplicably falling picture frame, but he seemed to have forgotten all other memories.

This is clearly abnormal.

He picked up the coat that fell on the ground, and glanced at the mirror. It was empty inside, and the shadow disappeared without a trace. In front of the mirror were two fallen picture frames.

The psychic effect of the potion has faded, and his eyes are still extremely dry. He can only rely on blinking to relieve the pain in his eyes. Zhou Yan picked up two hanging paintings and put them on the table. After comparing them, he found the clue .

The frame widths of the two hanging paintings are different, so they fell on the ground one after the other, and from his experience, the frame of one of the hanging paintings does not need such a wide frame.

Zhou Yan squinted his eyes and looked into one of the cracked picture frames, and as expected, he found a roll of paper hidden in it.

He shook out the note he had hidden, unfolded it, and read the small text on the top—"God has abandoned the pious believers, and we lost lambs are falling into the abyss at this time. If you are also a lost lamb , please go to the shelter of God and listen to the gospel of the Lord.”

What does it mean?

Zhou Yan tilted his head slightly. The note above should be left by the original owner of the house. According to what the taxi driver said before, it seems that the mansion has experienced a catastrophe. If this note was left by the original owner, So what does this mean?

"God has abandoned devout believers?" Zhou Yan whispered this sentence.

Just when he said these words, the cross on his chest became faintly hot, as if warning Zhou Yan to say such blasphemous words.

At the same time, a distant bell sounded outside the window, holy and loud, like a call from the gods to the believers. With the reverberation of the bell, a ray of bright sunshine sprinkled on the cloudy sky, dispelling the bitter wind and rain last night.

"Boom boom boom! Zhou Yan, are you awake?"

Someone knocked on the door. It was Michael's voice. Seeing that the people in the house hadn't moved, he opened the door very easily and saw Zhou Yan bathed in the holy light.

Soft white light shines through the narrow window, outlining his delicate eyebrows and eyes, and the tips of his slender eyelashes seem to be dotted with fine fluorescent lights.

A silver cross hung between the slender fingers, faintly exuding the same holy white light.

Contrary to this holy scene, Zhou Yan stood against the light, like a dark stone statue embedded in a white curtain.

Like a church reciting the wrong notes in the Gospel, most of this miraculous light was blocked.

There was a flash of amazement in Michael's eyes. He felt that the scene in front of him was both beautiful and indescribably weird. He faltered and said, "Zhou Yan, why are you hanging your clothes on the mirror?"

Interrupted by his words, Zhou Yan raised his head, glanced at Michael quietly, and said, "It's okay, it's just dried."

"Oh, oh, I'll ask them for a clothes hanger later." Michael was surprised by his eyes, pressed his peaked cap, and said falteringly.

When Zhou Yan walked past him, he suddenly asked, "Is there a church in this town?"

"Have!"

Michael's voice suddenly increased, and he said: "The bell rings on time every morning. People in this town are very devout. Even the high school I went to, no, the high school Maddy went to, prayed every day, said something God, God or something."

Zhou Yan nodded thoughtfully, placed the cross close to his body, and asked with a smile, "How did you sleep last night?"

Michael showed a blank expression, and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

He frowned, saw Zhou Yan's black eyes, suddenly realized, and asked in a low voice like a thief: "Did you meet that kind of thing last night?"

Zhou Yan nodded first, but did not answer his question, and said, "I'll go wash up first."

"Wait," Michael pointed to the closed bathroom, and said, "The male owner has been using this room in the morning, you go to another bathroom to wash up."

Looking at the closed and mottled door, Zhou Yan always felt that something was wrong. Seeing what Michael was about to say, he finally closed his mouth.

Michael scratched his head, confused.

The huge manor ushered in the morning sun, through the glass windows, the dust falling in the air was illuminated, and it slowly fell on the messy furniture in the house.

"Hey! Cecilia! Why are you running away again!" Lilith blamed her daughter loudly.

Cecilia's small figure jumped out, ran into the living room, and chased the poor little mouse under the sunshine.

Lilith smiled with unknown meaning, looked up at Zhou Yan, and said, "Hey, little guest, how did you sleep last night?"

Zhou Yan wiped his tired eyes, and said: "There was a lot of movement yesterday, and I didn't sleep well."

Lilith shrugged her shoulders, pretending to be extremely frightened, and said, "You, you saw that movement too? Did you catch it?"

"No," Zhou Yan told the truth, "I even forgot to turn on the camera."

Lilith frowned and said, "You clearly agreed to shoot supernatural phenomena, so why are you not professional at all?"

Zhou Yan squinted his eyes, intending to expose this clumsy prank. He took out a little bread crumbs left over from yesterday, waved it a few times at the gap under the sofa, and let the sweet creamy aroma float there.

In just a moment, a dirty little mouse popped out of its head, sniffing the bread crumbs in Zhou Yan's hands vigilantly and greedily.

"What are you doing?" Michael walked to Zhou Yan and looked down at the shivering dirty mouse.

Without answering Michael's question, Zhou Yan turned to Lilith and said, "Ms. Lilith, this room is not actually haunted, right?"

"What?" Lilith's eyes widened exaggeratedly, and she glanced at Zhou Yan, but deliberately avoided the mouse in his hand, "Director Zhou, don't think that you can maliciously smear me because I took your money! If you have an opinion about me, please publish it in the newspaper instead of spouting blood here."

Zhou Yan picked up the mouse, showed its soft back to Lilith, and said, "You live on the third floor. The sound of scratching the floor yesterday was made by this mouse, right?"

He checked the mouse's nails again, which were slightly ground, and there were still some inconspicuous sawdust remaining between the fur, and said, "These should be the evidence that it scratched the board."

"No!" Lilith wanted to fight for the mouse in Zhou Yan's hand, but was blocked by Michael who was standing aside.

Michael, who did not get along with Lilith on weekdays, questioned, "Why are you pretending to be a ghost?"

Zhou Yan coughed lightly to make Michael pay attention to his wording. He took out the two rusty iron nails and said, "You purposely drilled the hole for hanging the painting wider. You only need to knock on the wooden board next door. The frame will fall."

"Moreover, you also used a one-way mirror to monitor the movement of the people in the room, so that you can use your means to scare the people in the room." He could detect this, and he discovered it when he touched the mirror with the tip of his pen.

The difference between a double-sided mirror and a single-sided mirror is that when touching the mirror surface, the thickness of the glass does not appear in the single-sided mirror. When Zhou Yan drew on the mirror with a marker pen, he found something wrong with the mirror.

"We, we're not that boring!" Lilith retorted with barren words, but her green eyes flicked around, showing her panic.

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Yan said, "I think you can go and see the mirror in our house and the mirror in the next room to know whether what I said is true."

"No, don't slander people for no reason," Lilith said. She hugged Cecia, ignoring the person who exposed the lie, and walked up the stairs quickly, complaining in a low voice, "Really, why is Connor still Didn't come down, damn man, always unreliable at critical moments."

"Why does this Lilith pretend that the house is haunted?" Michael asked.

Zhou Yan's temples throbbed. He squeezed his fist and said, "Aren't you part of this family? Why don't you know?"

Michael kicked the toy on the floor as if nothing had happened, then looked up at the ceiling covered with cobwebs.

"It should be that their family couldn't make ends meet, but they wanted to maintain a glamorous appearance, so they borrowed a lot of money," Zhou Yan said, looking at the messy house, "They happened to move into this legendary haunted house, and they wanted to use supernatural The rumors are famous."

"Oh! That's it!" Michael suddenly realized.

Zhou Yan frowned, and said, "But, I always feel something is wrong there."

After all, the mission of the system is to prevent the evil spirits from coming. Since the Connors are pretending to be ghosts, where are the real evil spirits?

What happened to him last night?

While Zhou Yan was contemplating, she heard a flurry of footsteps, and Lilith rushed out of the bathroom recklessly, screaming out of breath, "Connor is drowned!" "What? "

Michael reacted immediately, and he ran up to the second floor first.

Zhou Yan quickly followed behind him and entered the bathroom where he had been before. He saw a frightening scene.

The male owner of this manor, Connor, was kneeling in the bathtub filled with green water in a prostration posture. His head was wrapped with thorny black-brown plants, faintly showing the form of a crown.And his entire face was lost in the dirty, smelly water, and his hands were strangely resting on the bottom of the bathtub covered with green moss.

The pale skin was covered with dark green mold, the raised spine on the back was covered with purple blood vessels, and there was a deep wound on each butterfly bone, but no blood flowed out.

On the tiles next to the bathtub, there was a stack of neatly arranged clothes. He seemed to take off his clothes quietly, and buried his head in the rotten bathtub, waiting for death to come slowly.

Everyone couldn't help being terrified when they saw such a terrible scene. Lilith covered her mouth tightly and let out an uncontrollable cry.

At the critical moment, she still covered her daughter's eyes, and just when she wanted to touch her husband, Michael grabbed her arm.

"Don't go up, call the police first!" He said in a deep voice.