Superman's Journey

Chapter 270 I'm not a human being!
Suspicion of ghosts, this is already a very common thing, the one in the sky is probably about to cry now, Lincoln is no stranger to this.

Lincoln walked into the ghost mansion, closed the door with his backhand, seemingly carelessly put the key in his hand on the table next to the door, and then walked towards the hall inside.

Behind him, the evil ghost who suspected ghosts stared at Lincoln's figure, and after a while, he looked at the key as if thinking of something.

Lincoln's back had disappeared, and the door opener stared at the key for a long time, but finally couldn't hold back, and stretched out his palm to grab the key in his hand.

It looked at the deep lobby, opened the door and walked out after a moment of silence, ready to try to see how Lincoln used the key to open the door.

However, what it didn't expect was that the moment it opened the door and walked out, Lincoln suddenly rushed out from an invisible corner, and slammed the door firmly with a bang.

The heavy wooden door slapped on the face of the fierce ghost with the sound of the wind, causing a trace of confusion to appear in its eyes.

This confusion was short-lived, almost a matter of breathing. It knew that it had fallen for the tricks of human beings, and immediately slammed into the door frantically.

Bang! Bang!

The gate of the ghost mansion, made of unknown material, firmly blocked the ghost who opened the door. No matter how hard it tried, it couldn't shake the gate at all, and even the slightest sound couldn't penetrate it.

After some impotent rage, the gatekeeper finally remembered the key in his hand.

Holding the handle of the key in his hand, he carefully inserted the key into the keyhole.

One tooth, two teeth, three teeth
The feedback from the spring inside made the gatekeeper's eyes widen. As the key was fully inserted, the eyes became even brighter: Damn human!When I go in, you're dead!

Feeling ruthless inside, it grabbed the key and twisted it.

click-

It was not the sound of the door opening, but the sound of the key breaking. Looking at the broken key in his hand, and then at the blocked keyhole, the ghost who opened the door was stunned.

At this moment, the emotions in its heart can no longer be described in words.

Confused, shocked, puzzled, angry. It's like a big emotional dye vat that mixes a variety of emotions, so that the whole ghost becomes bad.

Holding the broken key in his hand, the janitor recalled everything from watching Lincoln take out the key to open the door to being locked out.

At this moment, it was surprisingly angry, and its Yin Qi erupted like a flame, and it charged at the ghost mansion recklessly.
Half an hour later, sitting on the steps in front of the door, the janitor clutched the broken key in his hand and fell into deep thought. Without the key, it couldn’t open the door from the outside and go in to trouble Lincoln, so it could only accept being the janitor. Facts behind closed doors.

Despicable humans!
Inside the ghost mansion, Lincoln smiled happily.

It's really immoral for him to do this, but what's the use of morality?Compared with happiness, this is not worth mentioning!
After using the key trap to lure the ghost who opened the door to the outside, Lincoln really explored into the ghost mansion.

There are many windows in the ghost mansion, but the sunlight from the outside can't shine through the windows at all. What you can see is the deep darkness. If you take a few steps, your whole figure will be swallowed up by the darkness.

From the main entrance is the lobby, which has a coffee table and several sofas. The strange thing is that there is no tea set on the coffee table.

On the opposite side of the lobby is a huge staircase, which first goes up a dozen steps, and then separates from both sides and twists to lead to the second floor.

If you stand on the stairs, you can clearly see the pictures on the first floor, while on the other side of the wall, there are paintings hanging.

In the hall, Lincoln felt that he couldn't see the paintings clearly, so he was about to take a lighter to take a good look at them, but before he could take a few steps, there was a sudden noise from the coffee table.

He looked back and found that a coffee table had appeared on the empty coffee table at some point, as if he was waiting for someone to pour tea for it.

If Lincoln really didn't have the slightest sense of shame at this time, he would definitely have to take a piss to let that evil spirit see what it means to be sinister.

But in the end he still stuck to his bottom line, and simply swept the teacup to the ground and smashed it to pieces.

The tinkling sound was so clear and sweet in the ghost mansion, but another evil ghost was drawn out from the darkness on the side.

She neither looked at Lincoln nor communicated with others, but just lowered her head and cleaned up the debris on the ground without saying a word, and then returned to her corner to stand still.

Lincoln watched her work hard, and once had the idea of ​​directly breaking her broom and dustpan, but after thinking about it, he decided that beating the workers would not make it difficult for them.

The tea set was smashed by Lincoln, and the messy things behind it couldn't come out, even if they came out, it wouldn't be a big problem.

It doesn't itch if there are too many lice. He already has 1 ghost babies on his body, and it doesn't matter if there is one more. The most urgent thing is to appreciate the paintings of the ghost mansion.

Thinking so in his heart, Lincoln took out his lighter and lit the flame, then leaned towards the painting hanging on the wall.

A few minutes later, several torches appeared in the ghost mansion.

Silently putting away the lighter, Lincoln whistled as if he was okay and was about to leave, but as soon as he turned around, he met a little girl.

The little girl looked like a living person, holding a rainbow pinwheel in one hand, and riding a three-wheeled toy car in the other.

Lincoln and the little girl looked at each other for a moment, as if they sensed that Lincoln was not easy to mess with, the little girl turned the car around and wanted to leave, but Lincoln rushed up to the second floor and grabbed the toy car in three steps at a time.

"Little sister, my brother wants to ask you for help with something, you will definitely not refuse, right?"

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Wow!
After a while, mournful cries rang out on the second floor. Looking at Lincoln who snatched away her tricycle, she felt weak and helpless.

It seemed that the shrill cry aroused Lincoln's sympathy, and Lincoln rode back and forth in a small cart.

The sound of grunting wheels made the little girl stop crying, and looked at Lincoln with teary eyes: "Big brother, can you return the car to me?"

Lincoln didn't speak, just looked at her for a moment and then reached out to grab her.

The little girl felt a gust of wind passing by in front of her, and then her hand was empty, and her only rainbow windmill was snatched away by Lincoln.

Looking at Lincoln who was leaving with a grunt on his small car, the little girl stood there in a daze for a moment, and then a more mournful cry sounded from behind Lincoln.

"I'm so inhumane that I snatch a child's toy!"

Lincoln, who was riding on the car, looked at the spinning rainbow windmill and made such an evaluation of himself with a smile.

(End of this chapter)