Nightmare Apostle

"Ms. Qu, the comments from the book friends are quite fair. I admire your courage, but your observation of details needs to be improved." While massaging Qu Yi, Mr. Wen pointed out Qu Yi's problems. This made the nervous Qu Yi feel strange, as if the person behind her was not a ghost, but a kind neighbor.

"Thank you, Mr. Wen, this is just a game. I hope... I hope you don't take it too seriously." Qu Yi grabbed Mr. Wen's hand that was massaging her and shook it gently. Her face was slightly red, her voice was shy, and she was a little coquettish. "Mr. Wen, please help me, I really want to win. If you like, I can stay with you before 12 o'clock at night."

In desperation, Qu Yi gave up, even if it meant using a beauty trap, not to mention that Mr. Wen, the novelist, was also a handsome man.

In Qu Yi's view, before 12 o'clock in the morning, these ghost tenants still retained most of the personality traits of humans. As long as they were not angered during the mission, they could live in peace.

Besides, what has a novelist who stays at home all day long seen? He should not be grateful when a beautiful woman throws herself at him.

But the next second, her hand was shaken off fiercely. Turning around, she saw Mr. Wen's angry face, "Want to win? If you want to win, you should be smarter and pay attention to observation, not some tricks. You should start with my identity, my habits and preferences."

"Still accompany you? Why should I accompany you! Will I stop writing the book? Book friends are still waiting to read it. If it is not updated after 12 o'clock, then it will be discontinued. Do you know how terrible it is to discontinue the update? How do you want book friends to see me? Don't I want face?!" Mr. Wen became more and more angry and slammed the table vigorously.

Qu Yi was terrified. She stood up trembling, at a loss, and was about to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Mr. Wen, I... I didn't know you were so busy."

"Stop talking nonsense. I still have to write a book after I deal with you!" Mr. Wen took Zhai Yi out and threw him to the sofa. He covered his eyes with a black cloth and faced the wall. A new round of games began.

Having learned a lesson this time, Qu Yi also gave up unrealistic fantasies. If she wanted to survive, she had to rely on her real ability.

She suspected that the reason she failed last time was because this writing ghost heard her footsteps. So this time, Qu Yi rushed to the bathroom first, turned on the faucet and the shower head, and adjusted the water output to the maximum. Then she went back to the living room and turned on the faucet near the kitchen in the living room. White water gushed out, making a "gurgling" sound.

That's not all. Qu Yi turned on the washing machine again, and the originally quiet room suddenly became lively. At the same time, Qu Yi noticed that the comments on the computer screen were refreshed in large numbers. She leaned over to see that many people commented that she was teachable.

The tense atmosphere greatly squeezed out Qu Yi's potential. Her mind turned quickly and she began to think about the behavior habits of this ghost author.

Last time, after he searched the utility room, he immediately rushed to the bedroom. This may mean that he subconsciously thought that he would not hide in the most dangerous living room. Combined with the fact that he caught herself behind the sofa in the living room last time, Qu Yi judged that the ghost author would still search the living room last this time.

Looking around, although the living room is not small, there are not many options that can hide a person without being abrupt.

To be precise, Qu Yi even thinks this is an impossible task.

But she has no choice now. Those book friends are ridiculously picky. She only got 5 points in the first game. It is impossible to win in the scoring link.

The living room is so big that there are places where people can hide in the closet, behind the sofa, behind the curtains, and there is a small bed in the corner. This bed is not for sleeping. Some sundries and dirty clothes are piled on it. It seems that people can also hide under the bed.

Of course, Qu Yi was petite, and if she curled up, she could try the wardrobe, but the wardrobe was too high and she couldn't climb up quickly.

This time she chose to hide in the wardrobe, which was divided into two parts, the left and the right, and the door was composed of two wooden doors that could be pulled back and forth.

Qu Yi gently opened the door of the wardrobe, and there were some clothes piled inside. What surprised Qu Yi was that the tops hanging inside were all of the same style, just like the one worn by the ghost author. Who would have thought that he actually bought more than a dozen of the same tops at once, and the same was true for pants.

The wardrobe was filled with identical clothes and pants. The left half of the wardrobe was full of new clothes, and the right half was old clothes that had been changed. The old clothes were piled together randomly, looking messy.

Qu Yi carefully pulled the door of the wardrobe, good, no sound was made, she hid in the left half of the wardrobe, behind the new clothes hanging, and then slowly closed the door from the inside.

In complete darkness, Qu Yi took a deep breath and made a cross on his chest devoutly.

She is not a Christian, but if she survives this time, she will be one.

"It's almost time~" Mr. Wen's excited reminder came from outside.

"You did a good job this time. You need silence when writing a book. I hate noise the most. This can buy you some time."

The leather shoes hit the ground, making a thumping sound, and Qu Yi, who was hiding in the closet, didn't dare to breathe. Several running faucets were turned off one by one, and the noisy washing machine also stopped.

This did take the ghost author some time, but soon, the footsteps rushed into the utility room. Qu Yi knew that he guessed right. The habit of this ghost was to search there first.

Indeed, the utility room has the worst lighting, and the large and small objects in it are piled up in a mess, making it the best hiding place.

But precisely because of this, Qu Yi did not choose there.

“Dong dong dong….

Rapid footsteps left the utility room and quickly broke into the bedroom. Soon, there was a clanking sound in the bedroom, and the ghost author seemed to have opened the bed.

The ghost author moved faster than Qu Yi imagined. After he finished searching the bedroom, the next step was the living room, and the conspicuous wardrobe bore the brunt.

Qu Yi made a prompt decision and made a bold decision. She gently opened the closet door, got out quickly, closed the closet door, then stood on tiptoe, and quietly hid while the ghost author was searching the bedroom. Entered the utility room.

The utility room has been searched, and Qu Yi concluded that the ghost author would never search it a second time in a short period of time. After the ghost author finished searching the living room,

The time has come.

She ducked sideways into the utility room, not daring to touch the old wooden door in the utility room. It was pitch dark inside.

Qu Yi's heart was beating hard. She knew that time was almost up. Now there were only 7 or 8 seconds left at most, and the ghost author had just arrived in the living room.

She quietly moved her body and leaned her back against the wall, as far away from the door as possible, but the next second, a crisp bell rang at her feet.

Qu Yi was dumbfounded and didn't dare to move at all, but the sound of leather shoes outside the door immediately rushed over and directly opened the door. Divine soldiers descended from the sky and appeared in front of Qu Yi.

At this moment, Qu Yi didn't even look at Mr. Wen, but stared at her feet. The expression on her face could no longer be described as a single emotion. She saw a man tied between two similar chairs. A very thin line, and in the middle of the line, there is a cyan bell.

Mr. Wen still had that harmless expression, tilted his head and smiled: "Miss Qu, don't mind a little trick."