Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1176 Cursing the Terrorist House

"Spell the horror house? What?"

In the dining hall of the school - of course, even the dining hall, there are several levels: the civilian dining hall on the first floor, ten dollars can be full, and even cheaper. Then there is the restaurant on the second and third floors.

The restaurant is near a window seat, and the teammates secretly use a mobile phone in front of Dong Shaofeng to open a webpage... It is a pixel pattern like the horror game interface of the last century.

Because of the low pixel relationship, I can only see the approximate portal of this website - even so, there is still a feeling that Dong Shaofeng feels cold.

The four sides of the screen are black and lacquered. In the middle is a Qi Liu Hai doll wearing a Gothic style skirt. It has a knife in its hand, and the face is faintly able to see a weird and **** smile. The background is the moon. Full eclipse, emitting a dark red glow.

The name of the teammate is Aqiang. At this time, when Dong Shaofeng seems to be interested, he sticks his head. "This is what others introduced to me. It is very effective. The owner of the horror house can help you curse any curse you want." People."

The teammates next to him listened and stunned. His name is Mingzheng - the surname is Ming, and he is habitually called Ahzhen - Aqiang and Azhen, who have always been Dong Shaofeng's teammates at school.

In fact, Ah Zhen and A Qiang have known each other since childhood. In a night with stars, they have become good friends.

Feel free to take a look at the so-called 'Spelling Horror House' website portal, Dong Shaofeng shook his head and looked at A Qiang: "If it is not for the school to reserve some degrees for local students, if not your boss opened A processing plant is still a bit of an asset, donating a lot, I really can't figure out how you can come here to go to school."

"Oh no, the wind is less. The key is that no matter what I can't do, it's important that I am already on the job?"

Dong Shaofeng rolled his eyes and said, "Play yourself."

Shaking his head, lunch has already been eaten, Dong Shaofeng directly got up and left the seat - usually this time, he will choose to go to the gym lounge to take a nap - he is a member of the school basketball team.

"Try it, there will be no less meat." A Qiang ignored the disdain of Dong Shaofeng, and began to study after grabbing the phone.

"A strong, let me see too?" Ah Zhen sat down at once.

"Oh, don't be so close! Hot!"

......

Today, Dong Shaofeng did not go to the place where he often slept, but came to the front of the study room - next to a vending machine outside the study room.

A girl with good looks is being kissed by Dong Shaofeng at this time. It is true that Dong Shaofeng, who has had too much experience, is very easy to tease the girl with some confusion.

Especially in this semi-secret, semi-open place, the stimuli that can easily be discovered make the sensitive parts of girls more sensitive.

Unlike the emotional affair of the girl... Under the skill of Dong Shaofeng, there is nothing in the heart.

Finally, the girl was very gasping, separated from Dong Shaofeng's lips... The body bones almost softened, and it was posted on Dong Shaofeng's chest.

"You are really bad, deliberately pick this place..." The girl said, "You don't usually come here."

However, perhaps you can enjoy the tranquility after this warmth, after all, it is a study room, very quiet nearby - but suddenly, a sudden song broke the silence.

The girl went out from the vending machine probe and looked at the study room a few meters away. Through the glass, I could see that there was a thin boy with glasses in the study room. I don’t know why, I stood on the table. I began to sing a song with my voice and danced.

“Is this person too stressed?” The girls just felt the novelty.

Dong Shaofeng only smiled slightly - this is the smile that he appeared from the moment when he and the girl were here.

It seems that he is intimate with the flower that is envied by this other person, and there is no such thing as happening in the study room at this time.

He put the phone back in the belt, and then whispered something in the girl's ear, I saw the girl slightly lowered her head... nodded.

The men and women of the vending machine sneaked away, and the glasses boys who were smashing the scorpion in the study room jumped down fiercely, then lowered their heads and returned to their seats. Under the eyes of everyone’s surprise, they were indiscriminate. After the things were packed, they held their bags and lowered their heads and rushed out.

There is no teacher in the self-study room of the university... Well, it’s just an episode, and no one cares too much. Maybe it’s really because the pressure is too big?

......

......

The same is self-study, some people choose to study in the study room, and some people choose to be in the library - some choose to be in the sofa area of ​​the library, and some choose to be on the grass on the shore of the artificial lake outside the library.

"What are you painting?"

Very discriminating sound... Tara's voice suddenly sounded behind Chen Mingming, and it was followed by a cold, coming from Chen Mingming's neck.

Chen Mingming's subconsciousness frowned. The girl seemed to be able to find herself suddenly... He didn't pick up the mineral water from his neck like Tara's mischief.

But Tara sat down with a squat, and then took his notebook directly from Chen Mingming's hand.

The above is a sketch, using a blue ballpoint pen, and the situation is almost complete.

"You have to go to the fire!" Tara just glanced at it, then he held his chest. I saw the pity. "There are such wonderful girls around you! You actually paint a man!"

"Do you pun?"

"No puns!" Tara glanced back.

Chen Mingming smiled and curiously asked: "Today, where are you going to take me to look for?"

Tara pouted for a moment, suddenly narrowed her eyes, and then directly pulled Chen Mingming's body down and put it on his legs, "Dream!"

I don't know why, Chen Mingming feels that he does not resist such contact - not because of the softness of the girl's legs and the taste of her body.

It is because time seems to be slowing down, and it is easy to be tired. It seems to be lying on the grassland under the blue sky and white clouds... as if you can really see the blue sky.

But the message of a message suddenly broke the silence at the moment.

Chen Mingming's gradually thick eyelids opened at once, took a look at the phone.

Tara took another look, it seems that an avatar shows the ID of the blank grid, and she also found that the social software on Chen Mingming's mobile phone is really clean.

After reading the news, Chen Mingming deleted the message and restored the interface to blank.

Tara knew that it was not always clean, but he kept it clean.

"Why do you delete it, there are secrets that can't be told, can't you see it?" Tara said with a joke: "It won't be, you have other women?!"

"A friend." Chen Mingming said indifferently: "Ask something."

"Then you don't reply?"

"No need." Chen Mingming said indifferently.

"It's so cold." Tara shook his head and held out his fingers to poke Chen Mingming's cheek.

It’s just that Chen Mingming’s tiredness has come again and he has not bothered.

Tara suddenly asked at this time: "Have you ever heard of cursing a horror house?"

"What is that..." Chen Mingming was confused, like a nightmare, and gradually fell asleep.

Tara looked at Chen Mingming, whose eyes had slowed down. He smiled slightly, lowered his head and showed a gentle gaze, and reached out to his forehead.

An unusually pure and clean spiritual power, at this time began to dissipate in the four weeks... on the lake, blue waves rippled.

......

When Chen Mingming woke up, Tara disappeared again, just like before.

Just open the notebook, but I saw my sketch on the painting, painted to become a child-like graffiti - also added a Q version of the face with a tongue.

At this time the phone rings.

"Is there time in the afternoon, come out and talk."

It is Zhou Yuxi’s phone.

......

......

In the bureau.

During the lunch break, Xiaobao is fighting in the office - next to a freshly prepared instant noodles!

suddenly.

"Xiaobao-!!"

Suddenly shouting, I was shocked by Xiaobao, so Xiaobao’s hand suddenly shook a bit – the priest in the game, who was first known as 'Migrant God Xiaobao’, was originally planning to throw a single unit for his teammates, then The skill is wrong and becomes a spell antibody - so the **** teammates are instantly hacked by the physical slashing machete...

"Lin Feng, I am going to your sister!!" Xiaobao turned and angered: "I am going to clear the first floor of the Taiyin Devil's Tower! White!"

"Taiyin Devil's Fortress? What's the fun?" Lin Feng reached out and touched Xiaobao's forehead: "No fever?"

"Go and go! What do you know! Now it's a new version, everyone is rushing to the tower! It's been so many days, most of them haven't broken through the first floor. It was hopeful today, I am still bragging to be new. The danger of the discovery of the South Forensic Doctor... I blame you!" Xiaobao is not good.

"You don't have two very powerful friends of God, let them take you." Lin Feng shrugged and sat casually on the table.

Xiaobao stretched and stretched... It killed the MT in the team anyway, and it was being smashed by the screen. He was too lazy to look at it. "They are preparing to break through the ninth floor, where is the space. Devil's Fort nine floors An area that breaks the ninth floor of the first zone to get to the area below."

"I don't understand." Lin Feng also yawned.

Xiaobao frowned. "Are you busy? What are you doing here?"

Lin Feng sighed: "The corpse case is still foggy. The Liu Bureau trained the horse SIR and the weekly SIR for more than an hour this morning. Then they came back and trained us for more than an hour. Now it is not finished yet. ""

"Oh, it was originally hiding from me to take refuge." Xiaobao poured a glass of water on Lin Feng.

"Yeah, Baoye, Baoge, you will rescue us, is there any new discovery?" Lin Feng asked hopefully.

Xiao Baodao: "There was no useful clue at the scene. The murderer really destroyed all the traces... The cautious and careful murderer, I also saw it for the first time. Generally speaking, all murderers, Divided into two kinds, consciously killing people, unconsciously killing people. Unconscious killing will leave a lot of traces, this is relatively simple. And conscious killing, it must be planned, so after killing they will intentionally clean the traces around them - but you Think, even if there is an attempt to kill, from the beginning to the end, it must be after a period of time, no matter how careful, it is impossible to say that there is no trace of evidence left - unless he is perfect execution every step of the way, If this is the case, then the murderer is really terrible. You see, the corpse is a very cruel thing, indicating that the murderer’s psychology is particularly distorted, and the scene is treated so cleanly that the description is another Calm people... take a look!"

Said, Xiaobao with tears to log out of the game, and then began to read the file, "These are the photos I later took back at the scene of Wang Liang and Wu Rong's death, how do you feel when you look at these photos?"

A photo of the picture began to flash in Lin Feng’s eyes.

Shoe cabinet at the entrance to the entrance, living room, room, kitchen, bathroom... There is also a freezer for hiding.

"See what is there?" Xiaobao asked Lin Feng at this moment.

Lin SIR frowned and hugged his head, and for a moment he said: "It seems like... are all neat?"

"Yeah, neat." Xiaobao nodded. "Although no one has lived for a long time, most places have dust, but everything in it is arranged very neatly, even in the cabinet. The stacked bowls are all placed in the same direction... You see, this is Wang Liang’s home, this is Wu Rong’s family, are they all placed like this?”

"It's really..." Lin Feng opened his mouth.

Xiao Baodao: "Yes, Wang Liang and Wu Rong are different people. Why do they feel so similar when they live?"

"You mean...this is all the murderer?" Lin Feng screamed: "This cleansing is overdone? Obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"I don't know about this." Xiaobao shrugged. "But even if you know the character of the murderer, it is actually useless... It seems that you can't even find anyone suspected?"

"Oh..." Lin Feng was downcast. "It seems that there is a mysterious force that is secretly controlling everything."

"Hey, Feng Ge, you are also a fellow person? It seems that I am not alone!"

Lin Feng’s phone suddenly rang.

"... well, I know, I will take the people to see it now."

Xiaobao curiously asked; "What is it, horse SIR's life-seeking soul phone?"

Lin Feng shook his head. "No, someone reported the case and found a suicide. I have to go through it to see what happened... I guess you will get a notice soon."

Looking at Lin Feng's raging fire, Xiaobao patted the palm of his hand and spread it out. He asked, "Can I still play boss today?"

......

"The harvest today is good."

On the street, the master and servant group walked slowly – even now, the habit of Luo’s boss who loves to visit the supermarket discount day has not changed.

But before passing through an alley, Luo Qiu and the maidservant stopped at the same time.

The two saw it.

I saw a small light box billboard in the dark alley... The lights on the light box billboards were only slightly bright.

It reads: curse the horror house.

"Here, when did you open such a store?" Luo Qiu said curiously.

(End of this chapter)