Nightmare Apostle

After hanging up the phone, the atmosphere in the office suddenly fell into depression. Whether the technical department can provide corresponding clues largely determines the life and death of the mission. Many people are willing to join the Patrol Office and work for it, and they also see the intelligence support of the technical department.

Ximen Xiu had a sad face and was mumbling. It was bad enough to cut out a ghost script from the cake. Unexpectedly, the technical department could not find the information of Fulin Middle School. This was troublesome.

Time quickly came to the afternoon. Although the technical department agreed to continue the investigation, there was still no news. The silent phone worried everyone.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and almost instantly, Beibei picked it up. But after listening for a few seconds, Beibei's eyes dimmed. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Yang Xiao, "The director wants to see you. He's in his office."

After knocking on the door twice, Yang Xiao pushed the door open and walked into the office. Nalan Shuo was sitting on the sofa. He raised his hand and asked Yang Xiao to come and sit down. After extinguishing the cigarette, Nalan Shuo sighed and looked at him with complicated eyes, "I just asked the person in charge of the technical department, and they haven't found any clues to your nightmare mission this time."

"They have tried their best. I'm unlucky." Yang Xiao smiled bitterly.

"It's not good luck to cut out a ghost script on a cake that says it's getting better and better." Nalan Shuo had obviously found out the whole story from the technical department. "Tell me, did you make a wish before cutting the cake?"

"Yes, I made a wish to receive the ghost script later."

Nalan Shuo's mouth twitched when he heard this, and shook his head after a while, "Good things don't work, but bad things do."

"I heard that the ghost that appeared this time attacked you again?" Nalan Shuo couldn't help but took out another cigarette from the cigarette box. "Yes, he appeared outside the door at first, and the knocking sound lasted for a short time. I stepped back after hearing the knocking sound, and he hid behind the curtains on the balcony behind me. I saw his leather shoes, black leather shoes." Yang Xiao recalled the scene at that time.

"Yang Xiao, I don't know how to explain it to you, but your experience is very strange. Generally speaking, after receiving the ghost script, you will see ghosts for a short time, but if you don't actively provoke those things, you will not be attacked or targeted."

"These things are more like unconscious behaviors, completely driven by instinct. For example, if this ghost was a butcher in his life, he would probably have the habit of chopping meat. If he was a swimming athlete, he would probably keep swimming. Of course, there are some specific movements and behaviors, which we need to analyze and judge."

"But this time, you have been attacked by ghosts twice in a row after receiving the ghost script. I don't know what this means, but it doesn't look like a good thing."

"Also, usually, the apostles will enter the nightmare world to perform tasks about 2 to 3 days after receiving the ghost script, but you only had one day last time, and Yu Shu was the same, but Yu Shu was an exception last time. Except for the last time, her shortest record was two days.

"What do you think? "Nalan Shuo exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Yang Xiao.

Nalan Shuo's tone was not threatening, but the pressure he brought to Yang Xiao was unprecedented. He obviously realized something, but hoped that Yang Xiao would say it himself.

"Maybe... maybe Yu Shu was also because of me, because of my resentful eye." Yang Xiao said, "Beibei said that there should be at least 2 to 3 months between the first time he entered the nightmare world and the second time, but I only had two weeks. This is also very wrong. I think it must be related to my frequent use of the resentful eye. The time I saved Yu Shu was even more special, but I can't control this resentful eye at all now. "

"So I'm worried that you will enter the nightmare world again tonight." Nalan Shuo said earnestly: "Yang Xiao,

The crisis you face is much more serious than that of ordinary apostles. I don't know how to persuade you, but you must grow up as soon as possible. "

"Well. "Yang Xiao responded. He understood the horror of the robe better than anyone else, but there were some things that no one could say.

Standing up, he walked to the desk, bent down, opened a cabinet door, and found a small refrigerator. Nalan Shuo took out two bottles of ice cola, the kind in glass bottles, opened one bottle for himself, and handed one to Yang Xiao, "Relax, get through the difficulties first."

After drinking a sip of ice cola, Yang Xiao's tense heartstrings relaxed a little. At this moment, Nalan Shuo said, "Tell me the detailed characteristics of the ghost you met."

"Man, old-fashioned off-white suit, black leather shoes, two army green sandbags tied to his ankles, neck...

The neck was stretched very long, and I couldn't see his face clearly. "

Yang Xiao felt a little regretful. If he had seen the other person's face clearly, he would have been able to find clues with the ability of the technical department.

After thinking for a moment, Nalan Shuo gave his own opinion, "There are sandbags tied around the ankles, which is probably to prevent the body from floating up. There is a suspicion that the body was thrown into the lake. When you enter the mission, you should pay attention to places with water. I don't just mean places like lakes and rivers, but also inconspicuous places like reservoirs and landscape pools."

"Are there any water marks on his body?" Nalan Shuo asked again.

Yang Xiao shook his head slowly, "I can't remember, but there shouldn't be."

"There are no water marks, the neck is twisted and stretched, and there are sandbags tied around the ankles. It may also be that he was killed and disguised as a suicide scene, and hanged himself, but I can't imagine that the neck can be stretched to the extent you said. "

After that, Nalan Shuo analyzed the various possibilities that led to the ghost's death. Nalan Shuo was experienced and his analysis gave Yang Xiao a lot of inspiration. The most important thing was that it gave him hope. At least there were so many people who had not given up on him.

After talking about these serious matters, Nalan Shuo took a deep breath and looked at Yang Xiao seriously, "Yang Xiao, do you have any wishes?"

Yang Xiao, who had just relaxed after hearing this, suddenly became nervous, "Director, don't give up yet, I think I can still save it!"

"You misunderstood, I have great hope for you, but this is the rule of our patrol office. Every apostle will leave a wish. If something unfortunate happens, we will try our best to help him realize it. Not only you, but your teammates have registered their wishes, Beibei, Ximen Xiu, Yu Shu... everyone has one." Nalan Shuo was very patient with Yang Xiao.

Yang Xiao couldn't help but be curious, "What are their wishes?"

Nalan Shuo pretended to be mysterious and smiled, "This is a secret, some of it is not convenient to say, but I can tell you Yu Shu's wish, her wish is more normal, she hopes that even if she is gone, someone can take over the stray cats she feeds."

"What about yours?" Nalan Shuo looked at him, "Tell me your wish."

"I don't have any wishes, I just want to survive." Yang Xiao's eyes were like torches, and he was very determined.

After all, he was once a scriptwriter, and he was deeply involved in the survival of script characters. Generally speaking, if someone left a wish before performing a dangerous mission, then this person would definitely be killed by the author later. This is the rule of the industry.

Seeing Yang Xiao's determination to survive, Nalan Shuo didn't say anything more, so he asked him to go back and told him that he could stay in the office to rest tonight.

After dinner, Yang Xiao sat alone in the office. Beibei and Daxiong had gone back, so there was no point for them to stay.

Thinking carefully about what Director Nalan said to him in the afternoon, Yang Xiao reached out, pulled the backpack on the table, and took out the robe.

Staring at the red robe, the nine-eyed head at the hem of the robe is indeed gone. Turning over to the side of the underworld robe, the missing paper money has not returned. It seems that this is the price to pay for forcibly entering other people's nightmares.

Yang Xiao didn't know what this meant, but the danger last time was obvious. He was almost killed by the headless green ghost in the "future".

The red robe corresponds to the wedding procession, and the underworld robe corresponds to the funeral procession. The red robe can sneak into the nightmares that others are experiencing. The underworld robe can "take off" the paper money to seal the ghost and turn it into its own use. It can be said that each one is a terrible ability. I just don't know what kind of strength the previous owner of the resentful eye is. If the corresponding information can be found, it will be of great help to Yang Xiao in using this resentful eye.

Suddenly, an idea popped up in Yang Xiao's mind. The suit ghost will come to him soon. If he wears this robe at that time, how will the suit ghost deal with him?

Since the underworld robe can seal ghosts, why doesn't he let go and try to see if he can seal this suit ghost.

Once it succeeds, the ghosts will be gone, and the nightmare mission will naturally end.

Director Nalan and the others just reminded themselves that the resentful eyes cannot be brought into the nightmare world, but they did not say that they cannot be used to deal with the script ghosts that come to the door.

"This is reliable!"

Although he thought so, Yang Xiao still sent a voice message to Beibei for safety reasons.

"Huh?"

Yang Xiao could not help but be stunned for a moment, and saw that the network signal on his mobile phone disappeared, and the message failed to be sent.

Before Yang Xiao could react, the lights in the office went out instantly, not only the lights, but also the screen of Yang Xiao's mobile phone went out.

Yang Xiao turned his head suddenly and looked at the window. It was pitch black outside the window, and the night view and lights outside had all disappeared.

No!

It's not the lights that went out, it's my eyes! My eyes can't see!

Yang Xiao immediately reached out to touch the robe on the table, which was his life-saving straw, but his body was stiff, and his arms were out of control, as if his blood vessels were full of ice.

"Observe——"

Something was approaching in the darkness, and the sound of friction on the ground was a bit harsh and heavy, one after another.

Yang Xiao knew what it was, it was two sandbags dragged on the ground!

That thing is coming!

Yang Xiao tried desperately to regain control of this body. His efforts gradually took effect, but it was too slow. Just as his fingertips were able to bend, the sound had already come near him. Judging from the sound, the other party was standing by the wall on the west side of the office.

It was a blank wall. What was he doing standing there?

After a while, Yang Xiao heard a rash of friction sounds, not sandbags, but something rubbing against the wall.

The sound was intermittent and lasted for a long time. Yang Xiao was about to collapse. He couldn't figure out what the ghost was doing to the wall, but the more he couldn't figure it out, the more scared he was.

Finally, at the moment when the friction sound disappeared, Yang Xiao regained control of this body, and his right hand suddenly grabbed the table. He had to find the costume to put on, the side wearing the underworld clothes, so that he could limit the suit ghost in front of him!

But Yang Xiao was stunned. He grabbed nothing. The costume that was originally placed on the table disappeared. His body couldn't stop shaking. He touched a cold and stiff hand.

The hand was on the table, very thin, with distinct joints.

The next second, he was grabbed by the hand and pulled into the darkness.

Hard.

It was hard under him, as if he was lying on a wooden board.

There was light around him, and there was a faint sound of someone talking.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Xiao gradually began to see light. He struggled to wake up, but it was like being pressed into bed by a ghost. He could sense what was happening nearby, but he could not open his eyes or speak.

Five minutes or less, he suddenly heard a cry, a woman's cry, with panic in the cry, and Yang Xiao finally woke up.

"Here is..." Yang Xiao sat up. He was lying on a wooden bench. There were many people around him, both men and women. Among them was a woman with braids squatting on the ground, crying hysterically. The cry just now was made by her.

"Beauty, I think it's alright. You see, these are newcomers, and their moods are very stable." The young man wearing a skull sweater glanced at Yang Xiao and advised.

As his brain became completely clear, Yang Xiao noticed that this was a bus station, but it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time. The mottled walls exposed the red bricks inside. There were no cars nearby and no uniformed staff were seen.

Counting him, there are a total of 8 people here, 4 men and 4 women, which just match the ones in the script box. It seems that these people are teammates.

"Hey, newcomer, you're very calm, aren't you scared?" A girl with a rose tattoo on her neck tilted her head and looked at Yang Xiao curiously.

Yang Xiao quickly analyzed the current situation. It seemed that these people regarded themselves as newcomers. After all, he was the last one to wake up. Although he didn't know why this was the case, Yang Xiao decided to use their tricks and pretend to be newcomers.

"This...where is this?" Yang Xiao seemed to have just recovered from the shock. He opened his eyes wide and looked around. His eyes were mixed with doubts and panic, and he combined his inner uneasiness with his concern for the people in front of him. Suspicion was evident.

At this time, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out of the crowd. He was about 35 years old. He was dressed in ordinary clothes but had an elegant temperament. "Don't scare him. Everyone has been through this stage."

After finishing speaking, the man took the initiative to greet Yang Xiao, explained his current situation to him, and introduced himself by the way.

He calls himself Song Yan and is a painter who also runs a gallery in Rongcheng.

According to Song Yan, there are 4 newcomers in this nightmare mission, including himself, and the remaining 4 are old players who have experienced at least one nightmare mission. Everyone here has received a gift called "Fu Lin" Middle School》

ghost script.