Weird Regulator

There are no surprises outside the castle, but after entering, the golden light is bright.

The soft dark red carpet was laid out in a straight line, like a guide sign along the straight passage, leading to a magnificent auditorium.

Inside the huge building, many exquisite art paintings have become decorations on the walls on both sides.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling is spotless, and the warm golden light shines through the refraction of the crystal, making the place bright and spacious.

Since Orange Lake Castle is not a group castle, but more like a very large villa structure, the venue here is not too grand.

But even so, looking at the high ceiling gives you the illusion of being in a palace.

Ji Li, Hou Guisheng, Luo Xian, Wei Guang, Clyde, Bai Lang, Huangfu Jiajia, Li Mochou, eight store managers and deputy store managers gathered together and walked slowly towards the auditorium.

In the meantime, everyone focused on the paintings on the stone walls on both sides.

The person who is most familiar with these is Clyde. Before entering the hotel, he was a photographer who traveled to dozens of countries and knew this kind of things very well.

Clyde's mood was very stable at this time, he had no worries about gold coins or ghosts, and he was most reluctant to leave.

He often stops in front of a certain painting while walking, admires it for a few seconds, and then admires it from the bottom of his heart.

"All the paintings here are authentic, and the earliest artwork is nearly 700 years old."

Clyde won't be shocked. In reality, few people may be able to do this kind of thing, but this is a supernatural place where everything is possible.

"Something about the theme?"

Hou Guisheng was born and raised, and he has a corresponding sense of resistance to Western things in his bones, so he pays more attention to the meaning of artworks.

After hearing this, Clyde thought for a moment and said frankly:

"That's not obvious. After all, it is Ta that we want to see. Ta is related to the eyes, and it is not reflected in these paintings."

At this time, Huangfu Jiajia reached out and touched the edge of the frame. There was no dust, indicating that these paintings may be new or have been cleaned frequently.

Li Mochou looked nervous at the side, leaned over and whispered:

"Store manager, it doesn't necessarily have nothing to do with him. After all, our eyes have seen these paintings, and they are actually related to him."

A bit far-fetched, but not necessarily impossible.

Ji Li also had the same idea.

Since he entered the castle, he has never looked at the art paintings on both sides, and he has not even paid attention to the most eye-catching auditorium directly in front.

Ji Li's thoughts have been focused on the seven people traveling with him.

He himself was marching at the front. From Hou Guisheng to Luoxian, the positions of the seven people were staggered. On the surface, it didn't look like much.

But if we freeze the current eight people standing and look back from Ji Li's perspective, we can only see four of them clearly.

For example, when he turned around now, the only people he could see were Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Bai Lang and Huangfu Jiajia.

Stepping back for a second, from that position, he would only see Hou Guisheng, Clyde, Huangfu Jiajia and Li Mochou.

This is a very simple phenomenon.

It's just that their positions are different, causing the person in front to block the figure of the person behind them.

But the strange thing is that Ji Li can only see 4 people every time he looks back.

Since its abilities are unknown, the most representative one is to downplay abnormalities, especially those that stand out in the "eyes".

Ji Li imprinted this seemingly ordinary detail into his heart and regarded it as a serious doubt.

At the end of the team is Luo Xian.

She was now wearing a mask she didn't know where to hide, covering her terrifying face. The pattern on the mask was simple, just a few black lines tracing the lines of her facial features.

Somewhat similar to Ji Li, her eyes hidden under the mask did not seem to focus on the artwork, but also on the people.

But the difference was that she was not paying attention to everyone, but just staring at Clyde.

In Luo Xian's eyes, there seemed to be a kind of magic in Clyde that made it difficult for her to take her eyes away.

She couldn't tell what it was, but she could not help but keep her eyes on this blond foreigner.

But this is not appreciation, it is just a strange feeling.

A person who was obviously perfectly normal everywhere, but there was something strange about him that made her feel strange inexplicably.

"Has the anomaly been downplayed?"

Ji Li and Luo Xian, a pair of store managers who have executed special projects three times and the other four times, echoed these words in their hearts.

Maybe there are some things that only these two people are qualified to sense.

But the abnormalities they felt were different. Whether it was true or false, right or wrong, there is no conclusion yet.

The corridor finally came to an end.

The magnificent and bright auditorium welcomed the only group of tourists tonight. Dozens of empty seats bowed respectfully towards a stone platform.

From the main entrance to the art gallery and then to the auditorium, the jumping nature of the space made the eight people feel a sense of jumping in their hearts.

This weird spatial arrangement is consistent with supernatural attributes, but it will deepen people’s doubts and scrutiny of this place.

"Mother woo woo woo..."

The five-color translucent glass seemed to be reflecting light, making the atmosphere of the auditorium seem a bit strange. The sound of singing seemed to be heard in the empty seats, but if you listened carefully, it became an illusion.

The eight people's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the table on the stone platform. There was a book on the table, but it was standing on the table, as if waiting for someone to open it.

As the eyes crossed, Hou Guisheng volunteered to walk through the layers of tables and chairs and came to the stone table.

He stood in the most conspicuous place in the auditorium and picked up the book with a hard cowhide cover under the gaze of everyone.

"Huhu..."

Strangely, when he just took the book in his hand, everyone seemed to hear hallucinations again.

The seven store managers began to be alert, slowly moving their positions, and standing in various positions in the auditorium in a more dispersed manner.

Hou Guisheng weighed the heavy old book, exchanged glances with the seven people below, and opened it.

The title page was completely empty, the first page was completely empty, and a paragraph appeared on the second page, which was in Chinese and had English annotations.

When he saw this passage, his face changed a little. After a moment of silence, he slowly read out:

"Please allow me to beg for your forgiveness on behalf of him, her, it, and it, before you show up to save them.

The land under my feet has lost its purity and nobility. Dirty ghosts, evil villains, and hypocritical gentlemen are their synonyms.

But you should forgive these fools for not having eyes as clear as yours forever, so they can only see darkness and fall into the quagmire.

I hope you can lend a hand before he is killed by the Heart Devouring Demon. I hope it won't be too late."

On dozens of empty seats, when Hou Guisheng read out this passage, voices of agreement came out of thin air, and gradually gathered into a sound wave, rushing towards the seven people below.

The words filled with weirdness squeezed into people's minds in an unstoppable manner.

The sound is secondary, and the main thing is the words.

After entering the mind, people have weird discomfort from both physical and psychological aspects, as if stimulating some potential abnormal states.

Ji Li's vision was slightly blurred. He couldn't help rubbing his swollen temple. After a moment of trance, his chest suddenly felt cold.

A large amount of bright red suddenly oozed out of his chest, as if a flower had bloomed, and the blood kept flowing down.

But he was not injured, and the blood was someone else's.

Then, a staggering figure fell down with his back to him, knocking over a row of wooden chairs, and finally fell into a pool of blood.

The knife stuck in his chest was shining silver, and the smooth blade reflected the face of the dead man, who was a ferocious white wolf with a fierce look.