thief game

Olivia has a trait that has both flaws and strengths.

It is good at directional search.

For a young man who has an entire library in his head and is stubborn to a certain extent, this feature has an extremely fast search ability, and at the same time limits his ability to associate. For example, Simon told her that he fell in love with an incomparably beautiful woman, she just searches for women in her mind, completely disregarding another category that has distinctive characteristics but is by no means subordinate to women.

But what about Olivia?After all, she had too many things on her mind.

She turned to look at Peter and saw him clutching his schoolbag tightly in his arms, as if the mighty Spider-Man was afraid of being robbed on the streets of New York.

Olivia said: "Don't worry, no one will compete with the Pearce family for business."

Peter was still immersed in Olivia's description of the woman just now: "What?"

Olivia said: "Obviously you have been kidnapped by me now, so you can rest assured that you will not be kidnapped a second time."

Peter looked at her blankly: "Why can't I be your opponent? For example, we are having a duel or something?"

Olivia shrugged: "But I already have an opponent."

As if being hit hard, Peter froze in place subconsciously: "Do you have an opponent?"

It was as if something heavy weighed on him, and after making him take a few steps in a numb manner, he murmured against the terrible weight: "Then he agrees to be your opponent?"

Olivia looked at him with a funny expression: "Peter, there is no such thing as an opponent. I would like to say this. Only one party declares ownership first, and the moral competitor will automatically withdraw. If the other party is unhappy, just Can't be happy all the way until you beat him—did the Goblin start fighting you because you agreed to be his opponent?"

Peter: "...but..."

Peter: "But..."

Peter: "What if..."

He stopped suddenly, and suddenly found that Olivia had brought him to a strange place.He subconsciously defaulted that the people around Olivia were bad guys, thieves, murderers, bombers, so when he first saw people in strange clothes entering and leaving a huge iron gate, his first reaction was It is dangerous.

He lowered his voice and asked Olivia, "Where is this?"

Olivia: "A classic horror show expo. Kind of like a comic-con."

Peter:? ? ?

Peter: "Didn't you say your friend is a bad guy?"

Olivia: "But she is addicted to cosplay! Don't talk nonsense, there are a lot of bad guys here, and there are many admirers of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre here. Have you seen that dying guy over there? That is a vertical Saw, although he looks like a good old man, but he is really obsessed with chainsaws, who knows what terrible person he will become someday."

"But my friend should be in the place where Annabelle fans gather. She loves Annabelle to death."

Holding his schoolbag, Peter stumbled among a group of people in strange costumes covered in plasma. This should be the strangest comic show he has ever seen, but according to Olivia, there are only a few of these strange guys The bad guys, most of the others are a bunch of nerds and nerds.

Peter carefully maintained his clothes, for fear of being contaminated with horrible plasma and strange smells. At this moment, Olivia suddenly grabbed him and said seriously: "There is something you need to know, I This friend is really a ghost, not the same as these pretend ghosts."

"For evil spirits, there are always two things that will make them collapse. These things are absolutely not something you can do."

Peter: "What would happen if I accidentally did it?"

Olivia: "She will really become an evil spirit and maintain that state for a long time. For example, I met her when I was five years old, and then she disappeared for a full ten years, and only recovered in the last two years normal."

Peter: "Okay then, I'll just remember."

Olivia said: "First of all, don't talk about any horror movies with her, you never know when you will violate the minefield of CP fans, especially when she is still a ghost; secondly, don't ask her name, Because she doesn't remember it herself."

Olivia patted Peter on the shoulder: "Do you remember?"

Peter nodded: "Remember, don't ask for names, don't talk about horror movies."

Then, beside Olivia, there appeared a beautiful girl in a clean white dress with big eyes flickering.

The girl said: "Olivia! It's great to meet you. You don't even know it. I went to see the re-screening of the classic horror movie The Conjuring two days ago. It really scared me to death! The couple turned the poor Locked Annabelle in the basement, tortured her, trapped her, and even imprisoned her in a glass box, how could there be such a sinful person in the world?"

Peter:? ? ? ?

As someone who has seen the original film, he really wants to say that this is not the case!

The girl in the white skirt shed tears sadly: "Our predecessors paid too much for our current life, Olivia."

Olivia: "I can't believe you're still addicted to horror movies at this age. How is your behavior different from those nerds who are obsessed with superheroes? You have to go out and see the world. But then again, I will I have a serious business looking for you. My brother was locked up as a murderer."

The girl in the white skirt excitedly grabbed Olivia's hand: "It's really cool, isn't it? He will soon be comparable to Texas Chainsaw Massacre and Hannibal, I'm so proud of you! I knew it Simon is a talented man!"

Peter: "..."

Olivia ruthlessly shook off her hand: "My brother was framed. I came to you to borrow the contact network of your evil spirits and ask if any dead people know anything related to this."

The girl in the white skirt said sadly: "Olivia, you have to know that the guy who died was a coward, trash, trash, she was brutally killed, she didn't evolve into an evil spirit, she didn't even become a wraith, You are really the scum of our spirit world. You must know that I have a friend who became an evil spirit because he wanted to eat peaches before he died and couldn't get them!"

Peter: "..."

He really couldn't understand the worldview of these guys...

Olivia: "You can't always be harsh on those young people. In short, help me and check it out. Please condescend and ask the dead hapless person if you saw who killed her."

After speaking, the girl in front of her suddenly disappeared into the darkness without a trace.

Peter was startled: "Where is she?"

Olivia took him to sit down: "I'm going to find the dead girl. We may have to wait for a while. Would you like to try the blood plasma coffee here? Although it looks disgusting, it's still delicious. "

Peter immediately rejected this kind proposal: "No, thank you. But your ability is really amazing, you can communicate with evil spirits, wouldn't that make it easy to solve the murder case?"

Olivia frowned: "Although this is the case, why did he do it? I mean, the murderer worked so hard to keep everyone from solving the case. Why did he do it so many times?"

Peter: "..."

Peter: "Anyway, will we soon find out the identity of the killer?"

Olivia shrugged: "No. The evil spirit always speaks in secret, metaphors, clues, poems, we have to work hard to guess."

Peter asked blankly, "Why? Aren't you friends?"

Olivia said helplessly: "It's a tradition, just like you can't ask your friends to strip naked and dance in front of you, you just can't ask the evil spirits to name who killed them. We are also good friends, I never asked you to jump off the twenty-story building with nothing on."

Peter seemed to understand the laws of this world, but he couldn't figure it out, so he could only keep silent.

The shadow of the girl in white appeared in the darkness in front of him.

She stretched out her pale hand and handed a note to Olivia: "He left a message for you, Olivia."

Olivia took the note, looked at the short sentence on it, and fell silent.

It was almost a century before she whispered to Peter, "He's not coming for my brother. He's coming for me."

As he spoke, he turned over the note in his hand that was covered in messy letters, and showed it to Peter.

Peter didn't understand what was written on it at all, he just felt that those scribbled black letters were lying messily on the white paper, like dead bodies lying dead in the snow, twisted into a ball in pain, trying desperately to think about it. He wanted to blurt out some information, but his voice was strangled by his stiff throat.

He looked up at Olivia blankly: "What is this?"

He felt that both Olivia and the girl in white had spoken a sentence with a strange pronunciation, but the unfamiliarity made him unable to recognize it.

Olivia said: "It is very troublesome to translate a sentence we often say into any language. All in all, it roughly means-"

"He has chosen me as his destined opponent."

"And being the only opponent forbids me to choose any other opponent."

Peter looked at her blankly: "The only opponent? But according to you, it's almost impossible, because few people follow the rules."

Olivia already had an ominous premonition: "It means that before I defeat him, he won't give me any space to do anything—"

At this time, the loud music around Manzhan suddenly disappeared, and a deadly silence hit the crowded club.

Holding his schoolbag, Peter subconsciously approached Olivia: "Should we go?"

A male voice with a smile suddenly came from the surrounding speakers: "I have a question to ask the beauty in the white dress in the southwest corner."

The extremely clear voice hit this relatively quiet corner like a storm:

"Do you remember your name?"