I play the piano in the comprehensive world

The staff of the haunted house is sitting in the monitoring room and lazing. He is usually the only one in the monitoring room. This person is also lazy and often turns a blind eye to the monitoring work. Heaps of snacks entered the surveillance room, only occasionally glancing at the surveillance with the two of them.

"Cut, it's boring." The man's face was full of displeasure: "It's fun when you're so scared, you two stinky brats." He was ready to take pictures of the ugly faces of these rich kids, and put them on the Internet when the time was right.

He sat on a chair with his feet resting on the monitoring platform, opened a bag of potato chips, and threw them into his mouth one by one. The monitoring personnel gradually began to get impatient with the pictures they had to watch.

Suddenly something dripped onto the back of his neck.

"Damn!" The staff jumped up cursing and looked up at the ceiling while covering their necks.I didn't see any tricks in the complicated pipes, I just thought it was ordinary dripping water.

He didn't look at the positions of the two young masters anymore, and turned around to find a towel to wipe off, but he didn't realize that the order of the pictures on the screen was out of order.

First snowflakes, then a black screen.

The moment the screen went black, the entire monitoring room was also plunged into darkness.

The man started swearing, but soon his swearing turned into a terrified roar.

Then, his voice also disappeared, only the sound of the clock stopwatch on the wall.

Noctua came a step late on the right path.

Noctua Moth sneaked back into Zhengdao after going around a long circle, and went straight to the monitoring room in the background.However, this place has been attacked by a curse spirit, and the position of the monitoring station is completely distorted. From the appearance, it is impossible to tell that this was once a monitoring device. Other than that, there is only a pile of blood-colored pieces of meat left in the room.

Corroded, his outer skin has disappeared, revealing a muscle texture like the failure of a novice chef.

He just passed by here today, and he took a detour after noticing the unusual spell power here, but he still didn't have time to save everyone.

Ye Mozheng stood in front of him in silence for a few seconds, and his cell phone rang. It was his assistant supervisor who came back after checking the news.

Before the haunted house opened, it was in a state of unfinished building. Although the location is very good, it has been shelved because of the ownership of the land and buildings, and it has become the scar and shadow of the city.The only relevant news that can be found here is that there were several missing children nearby. Some witnesses saw the children haunting this abandoned building, but the police searched the entire building but found no trace of the children.

Ye Mozheng's face darkened after reading the news.

Since the auxiliary supervisor was able to find out the news so quickly, it proved that people in the magic world had paid attention to it long ago, but they just didn't deal with it.

He remembered his last assignment—being a bodyguard for an official's daughter for a day.

Jobs in the world of conjuration are all clearly classified. This kind of "fat job" has always been the scope of work of the Yusanjia, and only occasionally some will be leaked and assigned to colleges and universities. Those who can receive such tasks are all colleges and universities. The key training object is specially arranged for Noctua Moth, which is also the current principal's value for him.

Ordinary conjurers with no background at all, and even those conjurer students who have not been fully trained, will be assigned to the front line facing the conjuration spirits.

As a beneficiary member of this food chain, it is only when they fully understand their logic that Noctuid feels even angrier.

The moth, who already understood the darkness of the magic world, took a deep breath.

Now is not the time to be angry.

No matter how much you want to blow those people's heads off, now is not the time.

He unzipped his black coat and backpack, and puppets of various sizes and characteristics fell to the ground. They saluted the noctuid in an orderly manner, and the little plush figures quickly disappeared. In the corridor.

……

The dog Juanjing in the haunted house also felt the changes in the haunted house.The teeny heads that were all over the ground disappeared. It seems that some more powerful curse spirits appeared. These low-level curse spirits can only disappear if they don't avoid it.

The temperature in the haunted house is getting colder and colder, and Atobe leans on the dog and complains: "The air conditioner here is too cold, hey, I have to complain to them when I go out!"

"By the way, this haunted house actually has a second floor?"

At some point, the background broadcast also changed, and the narrative background sound disappeared, only the voice of the child laughing and laughing.In the dark and dilapidated room, the children's joyous laughter kept echoing, the more obvious the contrast, the more creepy it was.

Atobe Keigo began to regret that he chose the haunted house.

He, he...he is just a little afraid of the cold!Definitely won't be intimidated.

Then he felt that the touch of his footsteps was not right. Looking down, red liquid continued to emerge from the gaps in the floor. The stench occupied his sense of smell. , seemed to be asleep again, and could no longer question the various visions in the half-dream and half-awake state.

Only Goujuanjing can hear it, not the sound effect of the broadcast, or even the sound effect of an unnatural space.

The sound is false, the space is false, the sight is false, and what you smell is false.

As far as the eye can see, everything is fake.

"Jing Wu." Gou Juanjing tore off the black cloth strips from the nearby props, "The radio said to cover your eyes."

"Blindfolded, blindfolded!" Atobe's whole body was about to explode, and he was so scared that he would explode. "Yes, did you say anything?"

Gou Juanjing answered very positively: "I just said it."

Atobe showed a bewildered expression.What was he thinking just now?He couldn't remember.

The laughing and laughing voices of the children around became louder.

A child skeleton ran past them.

Atobe seemed to be awakened, and hypnotized himself crazily: plastic skeleton, plastic skeleton...

He couldn't turn his head around a little bit, he became sluggish at first glance, and at the urging of Gou Juanjing, he turned around and covered the cloth strips, without even investigating the origin of the cloth strips.

"Let's go." Gou Juanjing took his hand.

Don't I need to help you wear it?

Before he could ask, Keigo Atobe's thoughts stagnated after he became a little active.

"Hee hee hee."

"Let's play together!"

"Hahaha, brother..."

Come on, brother, come together...

Only the children's laughter kept echoing in his ears. The obviously terrifying voice now sounded like greetings from home, and sleepiness was like waves on the beach, rushing up one after another, knocking Atobu's thoughts away. scattered.

"The Department of Traces."

"They say I want to call me Jingwu!" Atobe retorted loudly in a daze, and those annoying voices disappeared.When Gou Juanjing didn't see him, he blushed when he woke up.

"Uh, I mean just call me Jingwu." Atobe tried to remedy.

He felt as if he heard the laughter of the dog Juanjing.

Unlike the voices of those stinky brats just now, the voice of Dog Juanjing made him sound very comfortable.

"This way."

Atobe, who was blindfolded, focused all his senses on the dog's body.

The hands they held, the sound of his footsteps walking in front, the words he said when leading the way.

Atobe actually wanted to ask "Why do you know", and remembered the information his father had shown him before, so he finally pursed his lips and didn't ask anything.

This is my uncle's friend!

Atobe squeezed the hand of the puppy.

Xiao Jing stopped, her voice was full of concern for him: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, let's go."

I don't make friends because of those messy reasons!

The smart child also realized that something terrible had happened to him. When he contacted his father, he more or less guessed the reason, but he was not prepared to give in.

Because a friend is a friend.

Believe in friends is also a matter of course!

Atobe, who was blindfolded, didn't know that the dog Juanjing was leading him around in circles.He could clearly see where the curse spirit was lurking in the haunted house, and he could even see the trajectory of the curse spirit's power in this special space, showing arc lines and forming a special circle.He calmly led Atobu to walk on the outermost side, no matter how many methods the opponent tried, he did not get close.

It also has to follow the rules, if they don't get close, it can't get through.

Like a spider.

If there is any difference between it and a spider, it is probably that, like all the curse spirits, it is still so ugly that it is hard to describe it.

It's just that they can't get out.

There is no external force to break through, and the end point of all power trajectories is on that curse spirit.

Gou Juanjing led Atobu to a stalemate with the curse spirit, thinking whether to face the curse spirit head-on, a huge boning knife cut a small corner on the round wall, and the tip of the knife exposed a small hole on the wall. Triangle, the opponent quickly withdrew the knife and cut it down again.

At first there was only one voice, and immediately, dense voices came from there.

Gou Juanjing thought it was the arrival of the conjurer, and was already thinking about how to run away with Atobu—it turned out to be a group of puppets.

From little lions, puppies to kittens and birds, all kinds of puppets stand in the gap.Their round, pearl-like eyes glanced at the dog Juanjing, not as cute and innocent as ordinary puppets, but murderous.

A group of puppets less than one meter tall, each holding a weapon, stepped out of the mafia bosses.

Dog Juanjing: "..."

This familiar style of painting.

This group of very distinctive puppets, all with similar but different magic powers, wielding weapons that don't match their appearance at all-rushed in.

As if breaking the shell of an egg, it charged aggressively towards the yolk in the center, breaking Gou Juanjing's stereotyped cognition of "soft and cute" puppets.

It took Gou Juanjing two seconds to finally remember—human traffickers!

"Little Jing, what's wrong?"

Gou Juanjing took a picture of this fantastic scene with his mobile phone, and his voice didn't even vibrate: "It's here."

Atobe pulled down the blindfold, blinded by the light outside.

"Master!" The bodyguards and the driver surrounded him, "Are you having fun?"

It was just sunset now, and the orange sunlight covered the entire street and shone obliquely on his body, making Atobu's once cold and unconscious limbs warm up again.

He looked down at his watch, just over an hour had passed.

But he seemed to have walked through a whole century in it.

Atobe breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders collapsed, and he did not maintain his young master's demeanor.He tilted his body and leaned on the dog Juanjing, "I'm exhausted, it's not fun at all, it's boring."

"Isn't it, Xiao Jing?"

Gou Juanjing followed Atobe's example, tilting his head and leaning on his head: "Well, it's not fun."

In the haunted house, Noctua's path is still finishing.

As a conjurer with a strong sense of responsibility, he will not hand over all the finishing work to the assistant supervisor, but will collect information by himself, and chat with the curse skeleton he returned from work.

A group of cursed puppets put down their various sharp weapons, all of them were soft and cute puppets, and performed a puppet show in front of Noctuidad Zhengdao. A child on the edge of an unfinished field.

Noctua touched his chin, and narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: for some reason, he remembered that beautiful child.