Giving Birth in a Supernatural Game

Four people have died. Lin Qianqian is not a newcomer who knows nothing. She knew when she went out in the early morning, but at this time, Lin Qianqian identified Chen Caixing on the third floor and took the letter.

The living room is quiet.

Eerie, with a cold wind.

The people on the scene were all different, but they all looked at the NPC, waiting for Mr. House's shot, especially Gimhae was happy. If the NPC is violated, the little chicken is dead.

Mr. House’s stiff face twitched because of his emotions, and his eyes stared at Chen Caixing with cold eyes.

Chen Caixing's heartbeat seemed to stop, and his head was blank, but he held Yuan Jiuwan's hand a little tighter, so that his little brother would not be impulsive. NPC said that the third floor could not go up, but he did not die on board, and NPC did not find it on the spot.

nothing.

It must be fine.

Mind gradually calmed down, Chen Caixing looked at Mr. House, recovered a little calm, smiled, and said politely: "Exactly, Mr. House, have been bothering you for so long, we haven't had a good chat."

Everyone:? ? ?

Gimhae: There is something wrong with the brain of this chicken, NPC quickly killed!

Mr. House's eyes were on Chen Caixing's face for a long time, as if he had eaten a little bit of Chen Caixing's skin. Just when everyone thought Mr. House was going to do something, the other person nodded and said, "Yes, I like to help the children and I like to chat with you, but before you were very afraid of me, except for you, you are a special Little guy."

The words are very easy and kind, as long as they don't speak coldly with a threatening threat.

Special little guy Chen Caixing: ...

Not a big brother, you don’t have to call him that.

For the first time, Chen Caixing, who is a mother with a single baby, is called a little guy by a strange male.

"Come on, I'll pour a cup of hot tea. We can sit down and talk for a while." Mr. House turned and went to the kitchen.

The restaurant was quiet, and the few who were afraid to show up now looked at Chen Caixing with complicated eyes. Chen Caixing didn't look at Lin Qianqian's pitiful trembling, sneered, and said: "Come on, Mr. House invited us to drink tea and chat. It's not a good boy not to go."

Mr. House was in the kitchen and had just experienced a "life and death moment", and everyone did not dare to refute.

I honestly moved to the living room.

Soon Mr. House came out with a tray on which was placed a hot teapot and a teacup, and Chen Pingxing poured a cup first.

The teacup was steaming with a slight fragrance.

Chen Caixing didn't want to pick it up. This NPC didn't look good on him. Who knows if there is anything in the cup. But Mr. House kept holding the tea cup, his gloomy eyes kept staring at him, and the two froze.

"Brother, I'm thirsty." Yuan Jiuwan suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the teacup, and licked his mouth, a look of "thirsty and want to drink".

Mr. House turned his head stiffly to Yuan 90,000. Chen Caixing was afraid that the younger brother said, and took the tea cup. How could he know that the younger brother Baba came over, holding the tea cup in his hand, lowering his head and murmured for half a cup .

The speed was so fast that Chen Caixing didn't respond at the time.

"Thank you boss." The childish peculiarity of the voice of Yuan Jiuwan said, "After all, I am happy to say, "Brother, drink this tea well, and you drink it too."

"..." You look like Amway, Chen Caixing suspects that the tea in his hand is something else. Ke Yuan ninety thousand eyes looked at him with expectation, Chen Caixing thought for a while, when the boss could not counsel, finished the rest.

Tea is very common, but it is indeed tea.

Mr. House's lips twitched, and he might want to smile, but in everyone's eyes this smile is too weird, like a conspiracy.

Asked miserably, "Does anyone still want to drink tea?"

"No, no, I don't want to drink." Zhao Ru refused with a trembling voice.

Mr. Wenyan House did not force him, and glanced at the others. After Zhao Ru refused, and nothing happened, Lin Qianqian also refused, so she didn't drink what the monster gave.

The veteran is measuring that there are always'links' in the supernatural games to promote the development of the plot. Wang Xingping thinks that "drinking tea and chatting" is OK, but the choice is in the hands of the player. Choosing to drink and not choosing to drink are two results. dead. The other is that drinking tea is not a game of Thunder, and it doesn’t matter how you choose.

Wang Xingping didn't dare to try his life, but he couldn't help him. The last one gritted his teeth and said, "Trouble, I have a drink."

Opening this head, the monkey Jinhai also asked for tea, and Wang Xiaoxiao also drank it.

Only Lin Qianqian and Zhao Ru didn't drink. The two understood what came. Zhao Ru's face paled and said, "I, I want to drink tea too."

"The tea is gone." Mr. House said in a plain tone.

The teapot is made of transparent glass, and there are obviously half-pots, but Mr. House said it was gone. Zhao Ru and Lin Qianqian were both stunned, and then asked Mr. House to stare at them indifferently. The two were so trembling that they didn’t dare to speak again, thinking in their minds that nothing was okay. In case they didn’t drink tea, it was correct. Besides, she wasn’t the only one who didn’t drink...

After drinking tea, the next step is to chat.

"I have lived here for two days and forgot to ask Mr. House's full name?" Chen Caixing said first.

Mr. House glanced at him and corrected: "Three days. Edward House."

really. Chen Caixing confirmed the relationship on the stationery. Joanna and John are husband and wife. The real owner of this wax museum should be John. Edward is John's younger brother.

The man in the barrel in the basement is John, and Edward is still alive in front of them, so where is Joanna?

Chen Caixing thought of the glamorous fresh flower in the balcony vase on the third floor, and the third floor was empty and uninhabited. So who did House show the flowers regularly? In that direction is the walnut tree...

Grave bag.

"...The wax museum was passed down by grandpa. At that time, it was very famous in the town. The wax statues made by our House were the most realistic. Many people came here." Mr. House's voice equalized without any ups and downs, telling the House wax family Brilliant.

There will always be a story like this.

"Later, the wax museum passed on to my father. His craftsmanship was not as good as that of his grandfather, who placed all his hopes on me and my brother. My brother's name is John House." House said and glanced at the player when he came here. .

The letter was just smashed by the NPC, so it's inexplicable to make clear the name of John.

Chen Caixing was thick-skinned and asked, "What then?" Don't blame him for reminding him. It's not too late. I can't finish it today. I missed it. Who knows if I can drink tea tomorrow and continue to ask? After a day of delay, the variables are also more dangerous.

"John was very talented to make wax figures, even better than my grandfather did. When the grandfather passed away, he gave the wax museum to John. Afterwards, he lived up to expectations. John became more and more famous, even more than his grandfather. The mayor came to take a photo with John. Unfortunately, not long after, John's hand was injured and fractured accidentally, and the wax figure he made after that was no longer as realistic as before."

"Slowly wax museum business is not good, John pursues perfection, can't stand flawed wax figures, and simply shuts down the shop. After he got married, I went out to work until I read the newspaper and said there are people in town every year Missing, and more and more later, there are many horror stories, the whole town residents began to move away. I am not assured of returning to the town, the empty town is left only John is guarding the wax museum, he can make lifelike The wax figure is better than the previous craftsmanship, but he is very precious. Those wax figures are not sold..."

When House said this, he always avoided Joanna. But it can reveal the existence of Joanna. For example, John is married, he is away from home to work, and the population of the town is missing. He is worried, but who is worried?

Chen Caixing thought of the rose, obviously House also liked Joanna.

"Okay, boys, it's a pleasure chatting with you tonight. It's not too early. You should go to bed and rest." Mr. Haus said, standing up and looking at the wax figure of Zhao Jun in the living room, tone Icy said: "Attention, don't leave the house after midnight."

Mr. House's departure seemed like a signal-it was almost morning.

Everyone was no longer delayed, and went upstairs one after another.

Too much information tonight, and transparent and open, everyone thinks about what the NPC said. Chen Caixing was no exception. After washing with RMB 90,000, he came across Lin Qianqian in the aisle.

"I'm sorry Chen Caixing, I was just too scared at the time. I didn't mean it. You must forgive me." Lin Qianqian's voice was soft and weak, with a pale face, it was easy to attract the sympathy of others.

But this person does not include Chen Caixing.

"Unforgivable." Chen Caixing was not polite.

Lin Qianqian's face was not good, mumbled, "Why are you such a stingy man, you are not dead, and live well, I apologize to you, what are you pulling."

"I'm pulling people apart." Chen Caixing didn't want to quarrel with Lin Qianqian, and said with a cold face: "It will be early in the morning, are you still going?"

Lin Qianqian was really scared. Before leaving, he even scolded that Chen Caixing was not a man.

Chen Caixing's face is black, why is he not a man?

Take out a lot!

Chen Caixing murmured, and was heard by Yuan Jiuwan, curiously said: "Brother, what is the big one? You take it out to see, what baby?"

"..."

He felt that the younger brother was doing pornography, but he had no evidence. But Xiao Jiu is only 7 years old. Where do you understand this? Blame him for not talking to the door.

"My belly is bigger than you." Chen Caixing found an excuse.

Yuan 90,000 eyes moved to Chen Caixing's stomach. As he returned to the room, Chen Caixing took off his coat and only wore a thin sweater, and the beer belly that he could not ignore had appeared.

"Okay, don't watch it, go to bed." Chen Caixing was a little weird by his brother's eyes.

Yuan Jiuwan obediently withdrew his eyes and went to bed, and said very seriously: "Brother, you really took it out."

"..." What is this Tiger Wolf word.

Chen Caixing is bald. He is a **** guy who has no plans to marry and have no children. Now he is facing a little boy. He really has no experience as a "daddy". He will not talk about physical health.

Fortunately, this topic was not going on, and the room lights went out. It's early morning.

I don't know if something will happen tonight.

Chen Caixing thought about the "tea party" at night, and the story background has been filled.

The population of the town is missing, and John's craftsmanship of wax figures is better than before. All of them point to John taking wax figures of town residents. In fact, it is true that the grumpy man smashed a wax figure with the bones inside.

The whole story strung together.

After the injury, John's craftsmanship did not return to its peak. This person pursues perfection and can easily go to extremes. Somehow, John started to make wax figures of real people in the basement, and the effect should be good, so only more and more people are missing.

Later, his wife Joanna discovered that John was afraid that Joanna would leak out and kill Joanna. And NPC Edward-House got the news of the disappearance of the town residents in the newspaper, worried that Joanna returned to the town, and then found everything.

House, who lost his love, killed his elder brother John and remained in the wax museum.

The context is clear, so the point is coming.

What does the game want them to solve? How can I return to reality and end this game?

Chen Caixing was thinking, and there was a voice outside.

This time it wasn't the sound of rumbling, but the sound of stiff joints. He suddenly thought of the wax figures downstairs, as if to confirm his conjecture, and soon footsteps sounded.

Mechanical, stiff, and a lot of footsteps.

Not a ‘person’.

Those wax figures are resurrected and are coming to the second floor.