This is not a weird story

On this day, the entire Kingdom of China was in a state of excitement.

It was not much different from what was initially expected. All industries were almost shut down. However, the resilience of the Chinese people was unparalleled in the world. After half a day, life was still on track, but everyone had one more object to pay attention to - strange stories.

After China officially announced the news, other countries around the world also followed China's footsteps and began to make official announcements. Some small vassal countries even specifically sought China's opinions before making the official announcement.

Some countries that often confront China claim that they have mastered more advanced information on ghost stories, which are classified as top secrets.

China did not pay attention to such remarks that were thoughtless and made like shit, nor did it flatter it like other countries that have no independent opinions, trying to get some top secrets.

Zhoucheng, in an inconspicuous shared house.

Chen Fang turned off the TV and returned to her bedroom.

The national announcement that had just ended made her feel a little nervous again. Her hands were clenched tightly unconsciously, and her palms were covered with cold sweat.

Not only that, her face was also slightly pale.

At this time, Chen Fang had a braided braid and tied it on the back of her head, wrapping it in a silk scarf net bag to prevent it from falling down. She wore a black sports single that was convenient for movement, and on her feet was a pair of green-orange running shoes she had just bought.

She looked up at the alarm clock on the bedside table, stretched her limbs, and took several deep breaths, like an athlete about to start a game.

When the time pointer reached the value of 12, Chen Fang exhaled and looked away from the alarm clock.

"coming!"

The next second, her figure disappeared without a trace.

…

The same Zhoucheng.

Wei An also entered the bedroom.

It wasn't that he wanted to get into some weird story, but after closing the door, he opened the "plot editor" in his mind.

Wei An actually has some complaints about the story editor who is now his golden finger.

Especially the editor's performance in the strange story about "passenger" seemed to deliberately avoid the answer, forcing Wei An to guess it by himself.

Wei An has two guesses about this situation. One is that the editor deliberately did not guess the result he wanted, in order to keep the weird story interesting. If he got the answer directly, he would win from the beginning. There is no longer any meaning for the weird story about "passenger".

The second reason is also done intentionally by the editor. The purpose is that it may sense that "someone" is observing the strange story, or that an invisible hand is controlling the strange story.

Therefore, it is impossible to let your performance become too sudden. If you enter this kind of weird story about guessing the answer and win immediately when you appear, it is very likely that the observing "person" will notice the abnormality.

In other words, the editor is also helping itself.

Vian preferred the second guess.

Taking a slight breath, Wei An charged up 100 of the stored energy points to see if he could open another editor function that was better than "Search for Strange Tales".

After waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Wei An knew that the editor's appetite was gradually increasing. It had opened a "search for weird stories" function at 100 o'clock before, but it was obviously not working now.

He recharged 100 points again, but it still didn't work.

Just like this, after charging up to 1,000 points, the editor finally responded. It shook slightly, and a gray button slowly lit up, with text displayed on the button - Locate the character.

"Positioning the role?" Wei An was a little confused and didn't understand what it meant.

A prompt came to mind.

[When the "Locate Character" function is activated for the first time, it will be activated once for free after the next ghost story starts. Subsequently, it will cost a certain amount of energy points to activate it. 】

Since there was a chance to use it for free, Wei An did not make any random guesses, but was ready to wait until the next weird talk started to take a look before talking.

But according to the literal meaning, this should be a function that can locate a certain character in the Kaidan plot.

At this moment, he suddenly heard two very sudden "dog barks" coming from the living room.

Mom went out to buy groceries, and Dad was the only one in the living room.

…

In a completely dark ancient town.

There was no moonlight above the head, and the town was silent. The doors of every house were closed, as if this was a deserted town.

A young man held an ancient lamp in his hand and walked along the town's paths paved with bluestone bricks. Chen Fang followed him step by step.

The man had a short knife in his hand, and Chen Fang also held a sheathed Tang knife in his hand. It could be seen that the knife was very sharp.

Chen Fang looked in a very bad condition at the moment. Her clothes were stained red with blood, and she was staggering when she walked. However, she kept holding the handle of the knife and was always alert to her surroundings.

After a while, the man stopped in front and turned around and said: "We have walked seventeen times around the town, and the oil lamp is almost out of oil. If we can't find the last weird one in this round, we will go again." I can’t get out either.”

The man's physical condition was also not good. He had blood flowing from his mouth just after he finished speaking.

Chen Fang nodded and coughed twice: "The last reminder says: burning oil lamps drive away evil spirits, but weird things like wicks. This is obviously a contradiction. If the oil lamp stays on, it will not be able to get close to us."

"You mean, we... put out this oil lamp?" The man hesitated.

"How about you stay away from me, let me be alone in the dark, attract it, and then we attack it from the front and back to kill it?" Chen Fang suggested.

"Okay." The man agreed immediately without thinking.

Chen Fang passed the man's position and took two steps forward. After leaving the light coverage of the oil lamp, she soon heard a rustling sound.

The rustling sound did not come from other directions, but from the direction of the man, right behind Chen Fang.

If Chen Fang looked back, she would find that the oil lamp in the man's hand had turned into a strange dark green flame, almost drying up. At this moment, the man's face was unusually ferocious, with his eyebrows raised high, his nostrils becoming thicker and rounder, and the corners of his mouth The crack reached the base of the ear, revealing a pair of extremely black but extremely sharp black teeth. A scarlet tongue squeezed out from between the teeth, like a smart snake around the mouth.

At this time, the man was already less than half a meter closer to Chen Fang. If Chen Fang turned around, his tongue would be inserted into Chen Fang's forehead accurately.

Sure enough, the strange noise behind her made Chen Fang turn around.

But what turned around with her was the Tang Dao in her hand.

While turning around, Tang Dao swung out in an instant. The blade first cut off the long tongue. The tip of the knife almost simultaneously knocked over the oil lamp with dark green flames, and then slashed across the man's face.

The man's chin suddenly separated from his entire face.

Chen Fang summoned up the courage to swing the knife back, causing all the opponent's plot to fail. Then the Tang knife was thrust forward, and the tip of the knife penetrated from the back of the head, dripping dark green blood.

"When we found the oil lamp, the lamp had been extinguished. The strange thing liked the wick, so it should have been attached to the wick. The result is that whoever lights the lamp will encounter bad luck." Chen Fang said to herself, "I'm sorry!"

The man holding the oil lamp had actually been controlled and turned into something weird the moment he lit the wick.

After killing the last weirdo, a wave of fatigue instantly spread throughout Chen Fang's body.

In the bedroom of the shared house, Chen Fang's figure appeared again, and the Tang Dao had been stored in the personal belongings.

She looked exhausted and didn't have time to look at the rewards she had received. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

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