monster guardian

Point C is an old western-style decorated room filled with dolls of various colors. The overly bright colors on the dolls bring out a cheap and weird taste.

Mushui entered point C and thought about how it would be more scary.

His eyes turned around in the room, and finally fixed on the blood-stained desk.

Wouldn't it be scary to get into the table and appear in front of tourists in a leisurely manner?

So Mushui immediately lay down under the table without thinking about it.

But just as he lay down, a burst of screams suddenly approached, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, chasing after each other, just pushing and shoving into point C.

Just came from point A?

Mushui thought to himself.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the new visitor from under the table.

Three men and two women.

From Mushui's angle, they could see their trembling legs.

"The dolls here are disgusting, let's go."

"The clown won't catch up, will he?"

"I've read the guide, and there are fixed NPCs in every scene..."

"...Wait, every scene has an NPC, so what about this scene? Why... I didn't see it?" The voice of the girl who spoke was trembling.

Mushui is really not good at scaring people. Hearing such a trembling voice, he couldn't help but want to crawl out and tell the other party, I'm here, you see I'm not scary.

After thinking about it, Mushui really crawled out slowly.

At this moment, the girl stared at the door and screamed, bent down and squatted down suddenly, got under the desk, and bumped Mushui back abruptly.

Mushui let out an "ah".

The girl also said "ah".

Mushui raised his face.

The girl's cry became: "Ah!"

The others were so frightened that they didn't know where the danger was coming from, they followed the example of the girl and crawled under the table.

Mushui was squeezed into a corner just like that.

"There's someone!" the girl tremblingly suppressed her screams.

"Where? Where?"

"I seem to have bumped into him..."

Mushui had no choice but to raise his hand, and slowly slid his fingers across the bottom of the desk. The sound of nails scratching the board finally caught the attention of the group of people.

They turned their heads nervously in Mushui's direction.

The clown sitting in the corner is wearing an oversized clown outfit, with a colorfully painted mask on his face and a round ball on the tip of his nose; The table collapsed; underneath was a slender and fair neck.

It's a boy in a clown costume.

... a little cute.

At that moment, a strange fear enveloped them.

They stared blankly at the clown, speechless.

Mushui withdrew his hand from scratching the table, not feeling embarrassed at all.

He slowly put his finger to his lips and whispered, "Shhh—"

The men and women in front of them immediately raised their hands to cover their mouths, and then nodded at Mushui.

Mushui: "..."

At this time, the door suddenly opened with a "squeak".

The tourists in front of them trembled again.

But Mushui felt a little strange.

The previous rules stated that each time the theme house receives no more than ten tourists, enter in batches.

Besides these tourists, who else is there?

The staff cannot wander around.

The sound of footsteps hitting the ground was not light or heavy, and the person finally entered Mushui's sight range.

Brown rubber shoes, black suspender trousers with fat legs.Amusement park work clothes, yes.

Others were terrified.

Without thinking about it, he squeezed in the direction of Mushui again, as if he wanted to stick to his body to find a sense of security.

Mushui was a little angry.He is a clown!ah!

At this time, the visitor suddenly stopped, and the space returned to silence, but Mushui's ears were sensitive, and he vaguely heard a small sound, like fingernails gently sliding across the paper, or something slowly crawling from the throat out……

"Hs...hs..."

Mushui finally remembered what that sound was!

The sound of a snake spitting out a letter!

In the clown themed room, do snakes still need to appear on the scene?

This is obviously not reasonable.

Mushui raised his hand to hold down the girl who was squeezing him, and gestured to the terrified girl. He waved his finger, signaling her to move back.

The girl obediently made room for Mushui.

Mushui finally squeezed to the outer position under the desk again.

The visitor seemed to have heard the voice, so he turned around and faced the desk.

Mushui opened his arms, and stopped the tourists behind him in a gesture of protecting them.

Mushui thought of Ding Ya almost instantly.

In this brand new world he came into contact with, it was unpredictable when monsters would appear.

But the possibility of meeting again here... should be very small, right?

When Mushui was thinking about it, the visitor bent down.

"Hiss..." The voice suddenly approached.

The visitor and Mushui came face to face.

It's Lao Lin.

This middle-aged man's face, full of vicissitudes, was slightly deformed, the corner of his mouth was split open, and a snake letter was protruding from his mouth.

But that was only for a moment.

The snake letter was quickly swallowed by him.

Lao Lin and Mushui looked at each other with big eyes.

Lao Lin patted the table and pointed to the direction outside the door.

Mushui understood what he meant, so he got out first.

"Come out." Through a mask, Mushui said in a muffled voice: "He is our staff member, here to remind you that it is time to go to the next point, if you stay here, the tourists behind will not be able to play."

The group of young men and women quickly got out and breathed a sigh of relief.They only dared to take a look at Lao Lin, and hurriedly said: "Haha, it's very realistic, haha, the theme house is well done..." After finishing speaking, they hurriedly ran out of point C.

A burst of chaotic footsteps quickly went away.

Probably because he was afraid of being caught up by Yuan Sheng at point A again.

Only then did Mushui turn his head to look at Lao Lin.

And Lao Lin showed a slightly stiff smile at Mushui, and the stretched and slightly deformed facial features also walked out of point C.

Mushui tilted his head.

Still not right.

The theme house has a master console, and if it detects that the visitor has not arrived at the next location, it will notify through the headset.There was no need for Lao Lin to walk in.

Could it be that the master console didn't think he was scary enough?Scared away tourists?

But Lao Lin's makeup doesn't look like painting either.

It would have been nice if I had grabbed his tongue and pinched it to see if it was true.

Mushui thought disappointedly.

After that, Lao Lin never appeared at point C again.

And Mushui has received wave after wave of tourists, and they have no idea what time it is outside.

This boring action gradually made Mushui lose the initial curiosity and interest.

What's the point!

Every time the group of tourists freaked out, they crowded on him!

Mushui pulled the clown suit on his body unhappily.

All wrinkled!

The bulbous nose on the mask has been squeezed out!

Finally, a sound came out of his headset: "We can call it a day, gather at point B, and then leave through the staff passage."

Mushui immediately headed towards point B.

Today, the team leader in charge of the theme house of "The Clown's Horror" is standing at point B.

Wait for everyone to arrive at the designated place one after another.

The group leader paid out the salary.

"Okay... the most dedicated person today is No. 50, so I get an extra bonus of [-] yuan." The team leader handed the money to Yuan Sheng.

Then he turned his head to look at Mushui, with a complicated look on his face: "Well, the bonus for number two today is 80 yuan more."

Ok?

Mushui blinked suspiciously.

Isn't Yuan Sheng the most dedicated?Then why his bonus is more.

The group leader coughed lightly, looked at No. [-], whose clown suit was ripped apart, the tip of the hat was crooked, and the ball nose fell off. He looked even more pitiful than tourists, and said, "Hmm... ... Several groups of tourists reported that they were grateful to No. [-] for protecting them."

Mushui: "..."

Shame on the devil!

Yuan Sheng at the other end heard the voice, and turned his head to look at Mushui.

Whoops.

It's so good looking as a clown...

The author has something to say: I'm a few minutes late~ See you tomorrow morning =3=

Lao Lin: It's a little scary, I'll run first.