45 Haunted Apartment 9

◎Bai Tang through strange stories◎

The two of them walked into the room excitedly to pick out exercises.

Right now, Sang Mian immediately opened the room of the God of Examinations. Xia Qing's speed had never been so fast before. He followed and lifted the red cloth of the three Jerrys.

The three Jerrys, yellow and blue, sat upright, and Sang Mian stuffed them into his pocket without saying a word. The three Jerrys did not react from beginning to end, and only began to struggle violently after they were in his pocket.

"Who is this! We are the God of Examinations! You are blaspheming!"

Sang Mian slapped them three times through their clothes and said, "Shut up!"

Although Xia Qing didn't know why Sang Mian did this, she believed that Sister Sang was always right. She looked back at the study and said, "Sister Sang, please leave here quickly. It's too dangerous!"

"Okay." Sang Mian didn't hesitate: "Stay here and be careful."

After hearing Xia Qing's strange story, the fuzziness in her mind disappeared. She touched her pocket, which was bulging. The God of Exams was really brought out!

The moment the door closed, Xia Qing saw the couple's faces distorted to the extreme. The exercises in their hands were scattered on the ground. It was obvious that they had discovered that the God of Examinations was missing.

[A major bug has been detected in the Good Student Ghost Story... The Ghost Story mission cannot continue... The system is processing...]

[A major bug has been detected in the Good Student Ghost Story... The Ghost Story mission cannot continue... The system is processing...]

[A major bug has been detected in the Good Student Ghost Story... The Ghost Story mission cannot continue... The system is processing...]

The system's shrill alarm sounded in his mind. Xia Qing covered his mouth and said, "Shit, is this how it can be played?"

"Ahhhh!! I'm going to kill you!"

The couple looked at Xia Qing with rage in their eyes. Who would have thought that they would steal the God of Exams? Is this something a normal person would do? Where is their quality? Where is their morality? Can we give them basic respect?

So they decided to kill the remaining player at all costs.

Xia Qing smiled awkwardly: "Mom and Dad...how about I go back and do the exercises? I promise to do them seriously and not slack off!"

"The God of Exams is gone, what's the point of answering the questions!" The couple rushed forward and tried to catch Xia Qing, but after taking two steps, they both slipped and fell to the ground.

Xia Qing fell silent as she looked at the banana peel on the ground. Even if she was stupid, she could see something. Except for herself, everyone else in the ghost story was unlucky.

She clicked on the backpack on the panel. The lucky card on it had not expired yet. A virtual blue light appeared in her mind, and then she saw a line of extremely small fonts.

Lucky card: The law of conservation of energy cannot be violated, and someone will always pay for your luck!

Xia Qing looked at her parents who fell in front of her and were in a terrible state. She knew who was paying for her luck.

......

Bai Tang stared at the chicken and thought again and again, wondering how he could clear himself of suspicion.

She wanted to beat the chicken more than once, but she didn't dare to do it because of the rules. Moreover, according to the nature of this weird game, if she really beat the chicken to death, she would never be able to wash away her crime.

During the six hours of being detained, the fake police came twice again, and Bai Tang pressed the red button as quickly as possible each time. Even though she was very fast, the gap in the railing became larger.

When the real policeman brought the videotape again, Bai Tang looked him up and down carefully. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, black leather shoes, and a blue tie. He was undoubtedly a real policeman.

The two sat facing each other again.

The policeman coughed twice and said, "Have you thought it over? Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist."

Bai Tang frowned: "I haven't done it."

The policeman snorted and motioned for her to look back.

A projection appeared on the wall, and the image slowly emerged. Bai Tang saw his own figure appear in a bungalow with a yard.

Bai Tang: "?" Just make up the facts? Leave no chance for survival?

The policeman paused and asked, "Tell me, what are you doing at Aunt Wang's house?"

Bai Tang had a blank expression on his face, "I also want to ask why I went to Aunt Wang's house."

The police rolled their eyes at her and continued playing the videotape.

Bai Tang in the video looked around nervously, then walked into the yard. There was a white lounge chair in the yard and a chicken was lying comfortably on the chair basking in the sun.

The chicken quickly noticed Bai Tang. He shook his feathers towards Bai Tang and said, "Good afternoon, beautiful."

Bai Tang looked shy, "Damn it~ Is there no one at home today?"

The chicken jumped down from the recliner and held Bai Tang with his wings: "My dear little baby, today is our time together."

The real Bai Tang: "..." She's dating a chicken?

Police: “What is your relationship with the deceased?”

Bai Tang smiled: "Man and nature."

police:"..."

The video tape stopped abruptly when Bai Tang and Ji walked into a room. The police looked at Bai Tang with a more inquiring look: "The deceased died during this period of time. There were only two of you in the room, Miss Bai. I hope you can give a reasonable explanation for this."

He paused and said, "The family of the deceased is very angry. If you don't plead guilty, I'm afraid we can't protect you."

Bai Tang raised his eyebrows slightly. Was this Mingming Huang's psychological pressure? If he didn't confess, the fake police would deliberately retaliate when the police were not around, but if he confessed, the ghost story would fail directly.

She looked at the chicken, then at the deformed railing. In order to make her mission fail, the ghost story really went to great lengths.

Bai Tang tapped the table slowly with her knuckles, and suddenly her eyes lit up. It might be difficult for others to tell ghost stories in the detention center, but it was easy for her!

No matter what the videotape is, or whether the police are real or fake, she has only one target - the chicken pretending to be dead.

Rule 7 is to feel guilty about the corpse. She has no doubt about the truth of this rule. It is very reasonable to eliminate violence and pass the level directly. But what if she can make the chicken stop pretending to be dead without doing anything to it?

Bai Tang looked at his skills and found that the six-hour cooldown time had ended.

Good, she could put an end to this damn weird talk.

Bai Tang stood up, with a calm smile on his fair face: "Brother Police, I think it through."

The policeman narrowed his eyes: "Are you finally willing to admit it?"

Admit it, Bai Tang rolled her eyes and picked up the buns on the ground. After she threw the buns at the fake policeman's face, the buns fell to the ground again. No cleaning staff came to clean it up, and after a few hours, the buns were almost rotten.

She endured the stench and took the bun closer to the white bed.

Police: "Bai Tang! Don't go too far! Stay away from the dead!"

Bai Tang ignored it. The information about the bun unfolded in her mind. She held the bun in her hand and stared at the chicken feet with a smile on her face.

That's right, she's going to use her skills on this chicken playing dead, because no one can refuse a sales champion!

"Dear Mr. Chicken, do you need this poisonous bun from Aunt Wang? Look at this bun, it's brightly colored, big and round, and smells delicious!"

"No one can refuse Aunt Wang's poisonous buns, because they are the perfect weapon for murder and robbery, and they are a perfect match for you, Mr. Chicken..."

On the white bed, the chicken's feet moved again, and then began to tremble uncontrollably. Bai Tang knew that it couldn't help it. After all, no one could refuse the sales champion's sales promotion.

Sure enough, five minutes later, Mr. Chicken couldn't bear it anymore. He jumped up from the bed, and the white cloth covering his body fell to the ground. He pointed his wings at Bai Tang and yelled, "You cheated!"

A qualified sales champion will never lose control of his expression at any time. Bai Tang continued to smile: "So do you need Baozi?"

"..." Mr. Chicken gritted his teeth: "I bought it..."

Bai Tang turned around and looked at the police: "Excuse me, have I been cleared of suspicion?"

My vision began to blur, the scene in the detention center gradually became distorted, and the system broadcast sounded in my mind.

[Since there are often hateful humans among the rent collectors, in order to identify their identities, all the tenants of the Haunted Apartment crowdfunded and purchased weird stories. They believe that only real rent collectors can survive.]

[The ghost story of this room is——Detention Center Ghost Story]

[Ghost Talk Mission: Clear Your Suspicion]

[Detected that the player successfully passed...]

【Rewards are being distributed...】

[50 million ghost coins, players can check it themselves]

When he opened his eyes again, Bai Tang saw a normal room. There was no detention room. There was only a big snow-white bed in the room.

Did Xiaoqing and Mianmian escape successfully? Bai Tang picked up her phone and was stunned when she looked at the time. More than six hours in the ghost story only passed half an hour in reality.

The flow rate of time in independent space was actually different. She felt that she opened the other side and sent a message to the two of them. Five minutes later, neither of them responded.

She decided to knock on the door directly. The three of them lived close to each other, just next door. In the empty corridor, the air was chilly. Bai Tang knocked for a long time but no one responded.

"They will be fine." Bai Tang murmured to himself, "Mianmian is powerful, and Xiaoqing also has a lucky card. The reason they haven't come out must be because of the speed of time. Just wait a little longer, it will definitely be soon."

Sang Mian returned to the room where the starving ghost had died, and found the dining table a mess.

"Hey, sister is back!" A childish voice sounded in her ears.

The younger brother sat at the table with a look of anticipation. He stroked the face of the Barbie doll in his arms and thought, "Sister broke the rules. She took an hour to get tomato juice and didn't even have time for dinner.

"Finally back..." Mom opened her bloody mouth. Her mouth could only accommodate a basketball before, but now Sang Mian felt that she could swallow a person directly.

She handed the tomato juice to her mother: "Hey, drink it."

Mom didn't look at the tomato juice. She stared at Sang Mian and said, "I'm hungry."

Sang Mian was silent for a moment, then she took out a finger and threw it into her mother's mouth.

Mom remained unmoved, her mouth was still wide open, extending to her chest as if it was torn apart. Sang Mian inexplicably thought of the slit-mouthed woman from a certain island country. The starving ghosts of today are a hundred times more terrifying than the slit-mouthed woman.

The starving ghost laughed evilly, "My dear daughter, Mommy wants to eat. Just close your eyes and it won't hurt."

"Wait a minute." Sang Mian smiled and took out three things of different colors, and threw them into his mother's mouth in the blink of an eye.

The three Jerrys were shocked. How dare she! They were the God of Examinations, the sacred God of Examinations!

After seeing the three things clearly, the starving ghost's face immediately became panic-stricken, but her mouth was too big and she had no time to close it. The three Jerrys slid straight down her throat into her stomach.

Shit, isn't this a colleague? Where did that damn girl bring in this weird colleague? The starving ghost was confused. What should she do with the weird colleague's story after eating him? ! She alone can't carry such a big pot!