The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 41 Sexy cats, online teasing (41)

In the darkness, System No. [-] told Kuang Qiantui.

It's not a power outage, it's a switch.

Kuang Chisui: "It seems that the game tonight is the main meal."

System No. [-]: "The director sent spy cards to Shen Yuncheng and Luo Lingyou."

The program team must have greeted Shen Yuncheng in advance when they pulled the switch.

Pull part of the electricity, the monitoring in the castle is another line, with night vision function, and the program group can also use it.

System No. [-] borrowed it casually to take a look, and guessed roughly.

Kuang Qiansui chuckled: "It's kind of interesting."

Two meows brought Hou Feng back to his senses.

Subconsciously, the arms tightened, instinctively entering alert.

At the same time, ghostly figures outside the castle sneaked in one after another.

"Heideng Xiahuo is playing a sneak attack?"

Hou Feng was joking, and after his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he got up and checked the room.

After a while, I took something from the wall behind the curtain, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and groped behind the door.

The photographer still reminded me a few words.

"The third round of the ghost hunting game. The team that catches the ghost first wins. If no one catches it, the ghost team wins."

"Sounds so nice,"

Hou Feng grinned his white teeth at the camera.

"But it didn't even say how many ghosts there are, or whether they are in the same group. Your director is very bad."

If there is one, it will stir up suspicion among teammates.

What about two, three...five?

Or even the ghosts don't know that they are ghosts, that's a no-head case.

"Yeah, a bad old man."

The follower is skilled at throwing pots.

Hou Feng smiled and didn't answer, and told him: "Follow me closely, don't run around."

The photographer wants to say that this is his job, and he will follow closely without you specifically explaining.

But when the words came to his lips, he fell silent in the next second.

I saw Hou Feng holding the doorknob tightly with his left hand and slowly raising his right hand.

In front of the night shooting camera, the appearance of the tool he took from behind the curtain was clearly recognizable.

It was a fireplace hook made of pure metal, with a handle wrapped in copper and polished brightly.

The tip of the hook glowed coldly in the night, making one feel chills down the spine.

"No... no, the game of catching ghosts doesn't need such a... tool."

He wanted to say the murder weapon, but he didn't dare.

It was really Hou Feng's eyes that were too terrifying.

Mom, the photographer feels like he's going to pee in fright.

This is an entertaining and funny variety show, not a thriller suspense reasoning show!

However, Hou Feng didn't have time to explain to him, because the sound of unlocking the door could be heard faintly outside the door.

The other party is obviously not from the column team, otherwise there must be a spare key.

Hou Feng narrowed his eyes, discerned the sound carefully, and clenched the palm holding the fireplace hook.

Kuang Qiansui noticed something was wrong when he took the hook.

I only found out after asking System No. [-] that outsiders had sneaked into the castle, disrupting the monitoring and cutting off all communications.

Kuang Qiansui: "No. [-], there must be other surveillance in the castle, you can look for it later."

Shen Yuncheng's status determines that the security level of the castle will not be low, and the visitors will not be kind, but Shen Yuncheng's life is definitely not easy to take.

It's just that innocent people are involved now, especially Hou Feng.

Kuang Qiansui couldn't help but feel hostility in his heart.

With the direction, the operation of System Seven is even more powerful.

"found it!"

At this moment, Hou Feng yanked open the door with such force that he forced the people outside to come in.

He raised the knife in his hand and threw down the fireplace hook in his hand with all his strength without hesitation.

Swinging the hook like an iron rod, it hit the back of the man's neck.

The other party didn't even have time to hum, and fell limply to the ground.

The photographer screamed in his heart, but his voice was trembling, very thin.

"he died?"

Hou Feng gave a kick, "No, just fainted."

This kick exposed the opponent's face to the air, and the photographer took a deep breath.

Who is this person?

Neither guests nor other staff.

Aren't all the servants in the castle on vacation?
(End of this chapter)