Be an NPC in a horror game

The atmosphere in the hall was somewhat sluggish, the fat man dragged the maid out, leaving only the woman to greet the guests, and arranged for the servants in the castle to take them to their rooms.In the shadows in the corner, Shao Runke shrank his head, and after a long time quietly said, "Brother, I don't feel so good."

Shao Fei put his hand on his shoulder, thinking this is nonsense.

Shao Runke hesitated: "Brother, don't you think this development seems familiar? I often see the typical Rainstorm Villa model in novels. The dead woman is just the beginning, and the serial murders will follow. Kill until you die."

While speaking logically, he put his palms across his neck, made a grimace, and stuck out his bright red tongue.

Shao Fei almost laughed angrily, thinking how could he curse himself like that?He patted his younger brother's head with his palm, and said softly: "Do you know that our situation is different from the so-called Rainstorm Villa model?"

Shao Runke shook his head.

Shao Fei gracefully took a goblet from the shelf, poured him a shallow layer of red wine from the bottom of the glass, lowered his eyes and smiled and said: "No matter how much the Rainstorm Villa is, the murderers are all human beings. But this How many of the guys in the castle that look like humans are actually humans? Be good, have a drink, and then go to bed."

Shao Runke obediently took the glass and was licking the wine, but when he heard the words "poof" he sprayed it all on Shao Fei's collar.He was choking badly, coughing tremblingly, and called "Brother" with an obvious crying voice.

Shao Fei patted his little head: "Stop reading miscellaneous books."

After saying that, he hugged Shao Runke in his arms, and walked straight to the woman who was directing the servants.

The slender young man was hugged in his arms, with a few drops of bright red wine hanging from the corners of his slightly fat mouth, and the neck of the elegant and noble young man was also sprinkled with wine, dyeing the pure white collar with a lingering luster. Red, the air is filled with a hint of sweetness of wine, adding a touch of sexiness.

When the woman saw it, her eye circles turned red, she shrank her hands behind her back, and said with a forced smile: "Master Viscount is going to rest? Please come with me—"

Shao Fei smiled slightly, and wrote lightly: "You don't need to bother Madam, just any servant can show me the way."

When he said this, Shao Runke writhed uncomfortably in his arms, revealing half of his shameful and indignant side face, which was red like an apple smeared with honey.

The woman's face became paler, and she was crumbling under the candlelight. She didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, and turned around to pull a maid.

"Take Lord Viscount to rest, to the upstairs room, No. 301."

As soon as he entered the room, Shao Runke jumped down like his butt was on fire, and ran to a corner of the room with vigilant eyes: "You, what are you doing? I, I am your brother!"

Shao Fei glanced at him inexplicably: "It's not his own."

Shao Runke shouted anxiously: "Why not! Do you discriminate against your father's chromosomes?"

"All right, all right, all right." Shao Fei responded perfunctorily, scanning the room, and finally picked up a silver knife from the dinner plate on the table.

The knife is the kind used to cut steak and pizza, and it's as dull as a horse.

But talk is better than nothing.

"Lock the door, go to bed quickly, and don't open it if anyone comes—if you're really scared, I won't open it either."

Shao Runke, who was trying to wrap himself into a ball under the quilt, froze for a moment, and called out muffledly from under the quilt: "Brother?"

"I'll go out and see."

Shao Runke was horrified immediately: "Don't, bro, I was wrong bro! Don't leave me behind, I'll let you hug me casually, I'm your Samoyed—brother!"

A gentle smile flashed in Shao Fei's eyes, and he closed the door with a "click".

Sure enough, it was pouring rain outside the door, Shao Fei asked for an umbrella from a servant, and asked where the murder happened—in the back garden.

The garden was full of fiery red roses, which were blown away by the wind and rain, and all of them wilted at the moment, and the bright red petals fell to the ground and mixed into the muddy mud.

Fatty was not the only one in the garden, but there were also two young men standing around him, whether they were doctors, inspectors or other identities.Taking advantage of the lightning flashing across the sky from time to time, Shao Fei narrowed his eyes, trying to remember their faces.

These two are very strange.

Just now in the lobby, he noticed that when they went out, they raised their right hands lightly, as if they were covering their ears instead of blocking the rain.

Seeing him coming, the fat man ran over anxiously and with difficulty stepping on the wet mud: "Brother, what are you doing here, there is nothing here, go and rest."

Shao Fei glanced at it, but didn't see the body, thinking that it must have been carried away.He kept smiling, and casually found a reason: "Brother Vitley, I'm a little interested in the so-called curse, and I want to come and have a look."

The fat man frowned slightly, and there was a look of anxiety in his eyes: "Then what's so interesting—eh?"

"Hahahaha I see, bro, are you interested in Amelia?"

Fatty pointed to the kneeling maid with an epiphany, and winked at Shao Fei with his wretched little eyes.

Shao Fei... Shao Fei quietly swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and responded helplessly: "That's right, she looks so sexy with messy hair just now, I want to talk to her."

The fat man snapped his fingers: "No problem bro, she's yours now. Amelia—go, serve the Lord and go back to the house!"

Hearing this, the maid raised her head tremblingly, her curly flaxen hair was wet by the rain, and it stuck tightly to her thin cheeks.It wasn't Shao Fei she was looking at, but Vitre Vitrei at the side. Water drops rolled down her smooth forehead, passing through light brown pupils and light freckles on both sides of her nose. Full of grief and pleading, like a cute ugly duckling.

The fat man didn't care, he rudely pulled the maid up and pushed towards Shao Fei, causing Shao Fei to stagger.

Shao Fei: "...No, wait a minute, it's right here. Ah... Amelia? What curse did you see?"

The maid trembled slightly, and said in a low voice: "Mo, Mo Ni looks exactly the same as when she went to the ex-wife, and there are two sentences written on the ground next to her."

"In the morning, I turn my back on heaven and give my heart to Satan; accept my pious soul and turn it into the fruit of love, the book of dreams."

Ex-wife?

While listening, Shao Fei secretly glanced at Vitre Vitre from the corner of his eye.The fat man squinted his narrow eyes, his expression very indifferent.

He didn't stop the maid from telling.

Shao Fei raised his eyes, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the maid's hand: "What's wrong with your arm? Are you injured?"

The maid trembled like an electric shock, quickly covered the faint red mark on the white sleeve with her other hand, and stammered, "I'm fine! Yes, I just accidentally rubbed blood."

She lowered her head and grabbed the sleeves with her fingers uneasily. Before Shao Fei had time to say anything, the fat man's face suddenly turned dark, and he stepped forward and slapped him with his hands.

He roared: "Blood rubbed? How dare you touch Viscount William with such dirty hands!"

Shao Fei: "..."

Didn't you push her covered in blood into my arms just now?

The maid who had been beaten and scolded choked up and went to change her clothes. The fat man patted Shao Fei on the shoulder with regret, and promised him with "nobility's honor" that he would send him to bed in person after he was cleansed, while pushing and urging He hurried back to the house.Shao Fei's smile seemed numb, thinking that this so-called honor was really worthless.

But there was obviously no suitable reason in front of him, Shao Fei walked around the garden slowly, thinking for a long time, but he still didn't dare to say that he wanted to see the corpse - he didn't dare to take risks, he was afraid of ruining the design.

When I finally returned to the castle, it was getting late, and the candles in the large rooms were extinguished.Shao Fei walked alone in the empty corridor, passing by one after another of tightly closed black doors—at least one-third of the doors were constantly filled with indescribable deep panting and moaning sounds.

He bowed his head and quickened his pace, feeling more and more emotional in his heart; these nobles are really messed up to the bone.Is it true that I really want to carry on with Viscount William's shell like this?

Shao Fei was so worried that he didn't notice that the door not far in front of him was slightly opened a small crack.When he passed by, an arm suddenly stretched out from the door, covered his mouth skillfully and quickly, and dragged him into the house.

Shao Fei was startled immediately, and in a panic, he punched backhand—it was useless, the power gap was too large, his light punch failed to force the approacher back, but he was grabbed by his wrist and twisted back.The man pushed from behind, Shao Fei's vision blurred, and when he came back to his senses, his arms were twisted backwards against the wall.

The person who came was obviously a man, with a broad palm and great strength, his palm was gripped on Shao Fei's cold wrist, the pads of his fingers were a little rough, and the fiery feeling rose all the way.

The melodious voice entered his ears through the wall, and Shao Fei's heart was ringing with alarm. He turned his head with difficulty and separated his mouth from the wall. After deliberating for a moment, he uttered a sentence: "...presumptuous! I am a Viscount!"

The man behind him was silent for a moment, and suddenly let out a soft sneer from his nose.

The voice sounded very young, but the indifference made Shao Fei's scalp tingle, but his whole body was restrained and he couldn't move. He could only feel the young man leaning over him stiffly, and the fiery breath on his ears— —

He sternly said, "Viscount, what a fart! You are a rookie in the strategy team, and you don't understand any rules. Have you passed the adaptability test?"