Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 9 Fake drama?Real drama!
Huh?
No!

Brother, do you really dare to come?
Believe it or not, the next second, a team of night watchmen jump on your face, and then do a graveyard dance?
At this moment, Mark's expression was really exciting.

From the beginning to the end, he never thought that the hidden mastermind would just jump out like this.According to the plan, this is just an introduction to stimulate the mastermind to take action, and the real decisive victory is not tonight.

In his heart, Mark almost broke his belly with laughter: Dude, you make me feel unfulfilled by doing this!

At this moment, the situation has long since surpassed the scope of a horror story meeting and has become a standard weird event.

What made Mark smile bitterly was that the four girls were unaware.

Perhaps it was because the previous psychological construction was done too well, although they set off a low-pitched commotion, no one screamed out in surprise.

Obviously the current state is super weird!

How can an ordinary person's neck allow the head to turn directly behind?

How can a pair of arms move as if the joints are broken?
Even if he didn't notice the strangeness of the butler, he could clearly distinguish the sounds of limbs climbing the wall around him, right?

They really can't tell the difference!

Sharon invited Mark, the original owner, just because of his good looks.

Girls born in aristocratic families don't think about free love.

The price behind the extreme political marriage between the nobles and the strict matchmaking is that the man has a high probability of being an old man or a jerk.

They know their future destiny, so they are more eager for the appearance of Prince Charming than ordinary girls.

It doesn't even matter how noble the other party is, as long as they are handsome enough to satisfy all their fantasies about the other half, even if today is a dry third-rate poetry recitation conference, they will fall into Mark's arms appropriately at the critical moment.

Being handsome to a certain extent means that he can do whatever he wants.

This is like groupies, appearance is justice, and appearance is everything.

This kind of unbelievable blindness of outsiders made them believe in Mark unconditionally emotionally despite the continuous warnings from their own reason.The only means of self-protection they did was to lean over completely and grab Mark's shirt, or his pants.

Grabbing it immediately made them feel extremely at ease.

What fear and anxiety, under the double suppression of restraint and face, just didn't break out.

Mark is drunk.

"You... you are actually a demon!?" Mark's words are still in the script, and you can easily find them after searching.Before tonight's story meeting, the four ladies probably heard the story and knew that this guy named Parker was the real villain.

"Mark...you know too late...go to hell..." The trembling voice unique to the Innocent Demon made one man and four women feel goosebumps all over their bodies.

Except for the parties involved, no one knows—the act is a play, and life is at stake!

"Den!"

The butler suddenly propped his limbs on the table, and his twisted body pounced in an uncoordinated posture.

Without any fear on his face, Mark raised his revolver in front of the four women in a slow and well-timed motion.

In his imagination, the shooting or something was just the last scene of this big drama.

What about empty guns?
The night watchmen will kill this most trashy demon in their mouths in the next moment.

Very unexpectedly, the revolver, which was supposed to have the effect of dropping the cannon, made the sound of falling the cannon, but what burst out of the muzzle of the gun was a cluster of bright flames.

Even though the light lasted for less than a tenth of a second, the brightness was like a flash of lightning, which was enough to imprint Mr. Steward's distorted figure on the retinas of the four girls.

"what!"

"what--"

The short screams in front belonged to the women, while the long screams in the back belonged to the butler.

The butler would not know until the moment of his death why he fired a shot to kill evil and demons even though there was no bullet in the revolver.

Only the person involved, Mark himself, clearly saw that the gun miraculously hit the butler's chest, and then that distorted figure evaporated out of thin air within one-tenth of a second, as if he had never existed.

Only the pale white plastic mask that had lost its support fell to the ground strangely, making a crisp sound of "bang bang".

"what happened?"

"Is...is this also...part of that?"

The four girls began to panic, their voices were full of tremors.

A cold voice sounded from the corner of the hall: "The night watchmen are on duty! Civilians leave immediately!"

The sound is so real!

Harsh yet full of majesty, it sounds like a real night watchman.

Dorothy was also panicked at first, after all, the scene just now was really horrifying, but she recognized that it was the voice of the new servant, Galian.

She immediately thought that this was actually part of a horror story.

The expression on Mark's face here is more exciting. At that moment, he saw more than the four ladies.

At the moment when the gun light lit up, out of the corner of his eye, he saw two figures rushing to the edge of the table, and he recognized that one of them was his old acquaintance Joseph.

Even without that shot, the Night Watchman would definitely be able to finish off the opponent before the Wrecking Demon could kill him.It was just such a small change.

The light in the hall was dimmed again, and Mark, who had stronger hearing, even heard a slight but short sound of footsteps going away.

And Galian's statement from the night watchman was a signal, telling Mark that everything was still under control.

The plan is that half a team of night watchmen who are good at chasing will hunt down the murderer, while Gallian will lead half a team to continue to protect Mark and the ladies.

Darkness is the best cover for night watchmen. Night watchmen blessed by the goddess of the night have a pair of eyes that can see through the darkness, enough to ensure their safety.

In fact, by drawing out the enemy, Mark can declare the horror story to be over.

Anything goes.

Considering that after 'Mark' returns to normal life, it is necessary to continue dealing with these ladies.

Mark decided to keep acting.

He raised the kerosene lamp, and impassionedly used the radio accent: "Ah! Since the night watchman said so, I must leave quickly, and don't hinder the night watchman's work."

After all, he took the lead, holding a lamp in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and began to move.

The room is not big, he just moved towards a sofa in the corner of the room.

The four girls who have been deeply involved in the play are like kindergarten children. Following the guidance of the lights, holding hands, they walked to the edge of the sofa one by one in small steps.

Through the dim light, they saw Mark and all four of them, and they couldn't help secretly breathing a sigh of relief.

Miss Anweina came back to her senses after being frightened, and even touched Mark's tight thighs in a teasing manner. After seeing this scene, the two women next to her stuck out her little tongue proudly.

Mark, who was still good at acting, ignored this little action and decided to continue the performance. He raised the oil lamp and illuminated a [Eye of Light] sealing pillar that had been placed in the corner of the hall during the rehearsal.

Mark read the monologue in a surprised tone: "This is the sealing column? What is hidden in this underground dance hall?"

The four girls suddenly realized, and made up their brains—this is Mark panicked and ran to a place that shouldn't be run.There must be an incredible existence sealed in this place.

The four girls were both excited and nervous. They stretched their necks, showing expectant expressions.

At this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the outer wall of the wall four meters away.

The four girls were shocked again.

Only Mark remembered that it was the unique sound that the lost mind made when it moved along the outer wall of the wall like a gecko swimming on the wall.

This time, Mark cursed directly in his heart: Isn't it?What do night watchmen eat?How many of these have been adjusted?
However, the reliability of the night watchman just now gave Mark confidence.

play!
Keep playing!
Sure enough, his lantern shone on an ordinary music box that had been placed in the corner beforehand. When he turned the knob, the music box immediately made a melodious sound of "jingle dong dong".

It's just that the sound is quite scary in the dark.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps landed four meters away where the light could not reach, startling a man and four women at the same time.

All five of them were really scared.

But fear and fear are different!
Mark really couldn't figure it out: with the captain of the night watchman, Galian, in charge of the formation, can the evil spirit be killed in front of him?
It's so hard to die, less than two meters to his right, a two-meter-high cabinet suddenly made a "click" sound.

Mark's pupils shrank to the size of a needle eye: My cabinet moved!I don't want to play anymore! ?

The surrounding air seemed to have stopped flowing, becoming sticky and weird.

Immediately afterwards, delicate whispers echoed in Mark's ear, as if two little devils were plotting some cruel and vicious conspiracy in a low voice.

Manic!

Crazy!

It felt like the sinful aura would pour over his head in the next second.

Something was hitting Mark's mental sea, causing him severe brain pain, and at the same time, it seemed to tear a hole in his soul and stuff a thing the size of a water tank into it.

At first, he thought it was an illusion.

He immediately realized that this was not an illusion.

The movement of his limbs was like slow motion, and every inch of movement was extremely difficult.

Everything in the field of vision is full of psychedelic trance.

There is only one existence that he is not unfamiliar with, coming out from the wall in front of him, no, from the soul barrier...

(End of this chapter)