Chapter 79 There's a Ghost
Candles, roses, champagne, and delicious food.
Apparently, it was a candlelight dinner.
Sang Luo sat on the edge of the bed and loosened the collar of his shirt uncomfortably.
This was the third time Sang Luo had this dream. He originally thought about finding a place to jump off a building so that the feeling of falling would wake him up.
But after realizing which plot the scene in the dream corresponded to, he hesitated.
While he was hesitating, his male lead also arrived.
"Ding Dong——" someone rang the doorbell.
Sang Luo hurried to open the door. The second before he turned the lock, he subconsciously tidied up the loose hair on his forehead to make himself look more decent.
At least it should be worthy of the original plot. In the original plot, Da Piaoliang specifically asked Xiaomei to set up a romantic scene for her in the room.
"Good evening, Mr. Weinbreck." Sang Luo said with a smile.
"Good evening, beautiful man." Outside the door, a handsome and melancholy man gently took Sang Luo's hand, which was resting on the door frame, and kissed the back of it. Then, with a gentle curve of his lips, he revealed a charming smile and asked, "Wouldn't you like me to come in and sit down?"
"Come in." Sang Luo opened the door to let the man in.
As the man walked into the room, Sang Luo, who closed the door a step later than him, rubbed the back of his hands on his trouser legs.
How come the hand kiss in my dream felt so real? It felt just like the kiss Mr. Hart gave me last night...
"Sang Luo."
"Um?"
Sang Luo came back to his senses and quickly put on a smiling face.
He walked to the dining table and sat down in the chair that Weinbreck had pulled out for him.
Then the man also came and sat down opposite Sang Luo.
The tall glasses clinked in their hands.
"Here's to tonight," Weinbreck said.
"Cheers to tonight." Sang Luo also echoed.
In the original plot, Sang Biao, as a claims investigator for an insurance company, was ordered to come to a small town to investigate the disappearance of a female writer.
This female writer is so mysterious that the insurance company doesn't know her real name or appearance. Her policy was taken out by the publishing house she collaborated with, using her pen name "Red Lips" and her new book. If the work isn't published on time, the insurance company will have to pay a huge sum of money, enough to bankrupt the company ten times.
But if the female writer can be found, or if it can be proved that her disappearance was due to some force majeure conspiracy, the risk will be transferred and the insurance company will not have to make a claim.
Sang Biao, who took on this case, is the insurance company's best investigator.
He is resourceful, skilled, and most importantly, handsome. In many cases involving women, he has easily obtained key clues with his personal charm.
For example, before going to the candlelight dinner with Da Piaoliang, he had already visited the women of the two couples and the waitress Xiaomei in the afternoon.
And successfully obtained some inside information about the cave.
If he can successfully complete this case, Sang Biao will receive a huge bonus that is enough for him to squander for the rest of his life.
Sang Biao was determined to win this, and while he was feeling proud, he couldn't help but let down his guard a little bit about his surroundings.
He also developed some interest in the sexy and beautiful Da Piaoliang, which should definitely not appear in the workplace and is something that only a normal man can have.
When Sang Luo portrayed the character of Sang Biao, he gave him some romantic and romantic personality settings so that the audience could put themselves in the story and be more immersed in the plot of the ghost story.
But the Weinbreck in the dream was not actually romantic and passionate.
Because Sang Luo noticed that there were no lipstick marks on the collar of his shirt like those left by the other ladies in the original plot.
There are no little strawberries on the neck.
Sang Luo asked him, "Where did you go this afternoon? Why didn't you come to see me?"
After saying that, he imitated Da Piaoliang and cast a coquettish glance at the man.
Weinbreck replied, "I asked the hotel staff and the town's engineering team about the cave development."
The hotel staff and the town's engineering crew? Aren't those all men?
Well, since my sexual orientation is male, I also imagined that Wenbrake would not look for female NPCs, but would instead ask male NPCs.
Sang Luo was fully convinced that, from Wenblake's perspective, this must have been an innocent afternoon - the hotel staff looked quite old, and the engineering team in the town was a place where rough guys gathered. Not to mention Wenblake, even Sang Biao, the arrogant and handsome guy in the original plot, would definitely not have anything to do with such NPCs.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle twice.
At this moment, a drizzle suddenly began to fall outside the window.
In the setting of Sangluo, there is no rain in this small town, and it is always sunny - except for the splashing water near the waterfall, which creates a local climate similar to sunshowers.
"Look, it's raining," said Weinbreck.
I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but Sang Luo always feels that there’s something profound in what Wenblake said.
His fingers twisted together at the hem of his shirt.
Sang Luo thought, no way, the people in the dream should not be able to know that it was raining in the dream because I felt like peeing while sleeping, and it was projected in the dream, and then it became environmental rainfall... right?
There's no way he could know, right?
I must have drunk too much water last night when I was alone with Mr. Hart in the hotel because I was nervous, so I dreamed...
The characters in the dream also had some real urge to urinate, which made Sang Luoqing involuntarily squeeze his knees a little.
Fortunately, that feeling was suppressed.
"Eat, eat." Sang Luo was a little embarrassed. He hurriedly cut off a small piece of goose liver and put it into his mouth. He actually tasted the delicate and soft aroma of fat.
Sang Luo was pleasantly surprised and was about to urge Wen Blake again to enjoy the food with him.
I saw that the buttons of Wenbrake's shirt collar had been unbuttoned at some point, revealing a large area of his chest muscles, which were about to press against his face.
Sang Luo's eyes almost popped out.
At the same time, I wondered when Wenbrake became so close to me?
The next second, Sang Luo felt a hand falling on her thigh.
[…As the candlelight flickered, Da Piaoliang couldn’t help but lean over and feed Sang Biao a mouthful of foie gras with a fork.
As she leaned over, she revealed a bit of her dove-like breasts.
Her skin was as white as cream, which made Sang Biao on the opposite side stare at her in amazement.
"What's wrong?" Soft fingers painted with bright red nail polish gently rubbed the corners of Sang Biao's lips.
Dab on a little caramel sauce.
Da Piaoliang put her index finger covered with sauce into her mouth. When she spit it out, her plump red lips pouted slightly, as if asking for a kiss.
She said to Sang Biao, "I think we shouldn't waste this wonderful night."
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At this moment, the distance between Wenbrek and Sang Luo was only about a fist.
The snow-white and strong muscles on his chest were enough to suffocate Sang Luo when she buried herself on them.
Sang Luo stared at him in a daze.
The slender hand with knotted blue veins on the back, but not appearing rough, gently held Sang Luo's face.
"What's wrong?" Sang Luo asked.
The man first used his thumb to rub Sang Luo's lower lip hard.
The originally light pink lips were rubbed into a dark pink.
Then, he slightly raised his wrist and rubbed it with his index finger. The sauce that had accidentally gotten on the corner of Sang Luo's lips when he was eating just now was stained.
The rain outside is getting heavier.
It could almost be described as a torrential downpour.
Inside, it is quiet and intimate like a love nest.
They were very close to the candle on the table, and in the light of the flame, Sang Luo could clearly see the faint caramel color on Wenbrake's index finger.
The other hand, which had been resting on her thigh since a while ago, began to move slowly.
It stayed in the rounded outer area for a long time, and then gradually turned to the more mysterious area inside.
Sang Luo quickly pressed it with his hand.
He stammered, "Don't move!"
Hearing this, Wenbrake moved closer to Sang Luo, his nose almost touching Sang Luo's cheek.
The man placed his index finger, which was covered in caramel sauce, on Sang Luo's lips, and tried to pry open his teeth, reach inside, and tease the cute tip of his tongue.
"Hmm..." Sang Luo frowned and refused.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier.
Make the man's voice become blurred.
"I thought, 'We shouldn't waste this wonderful evening,'" he said.
Just as he was speaking, a flash of lightning split the night sky, allowing Sang Luo to see clearly that the expression on the man's face did not look like one of true lust.
It was more like some kind of possessive desire that he could not understand, a desire to devour him.
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This time, it wasn't a feeling of falling, but physical discomfort.
Sang Luo was awakened by a strong feeling of soreness in her lower abdomen.
But after waking up, he found that the soreness and swelling feeling was not entirely due to the need to go to the toilet.
It was something else, something that made him stare at the ceiling with his eyes wide open in the misty morning, his mind filled with mosaics...
"There's a ghost." Sang Luo muttered to himself.
No matter how stupid he was, he should have realized that there was something wrong with his dream.
I had the same dream for three consecutive nights, and it was a ghost story I made up.
The plot is coherent, the transitions are appropriate, and even the details are full.
The characters in the dream will also steal the show and interpret the plot that you did not actively promote in your own way.
If this isn't a ghost, what is?
At first, Sang Luo didn’t think about this place at all.
Because his good roommate Garcia once told him in no uncertain terms that there are no ghosts in the American continent.
So even after traveling to another world, after realizing that this world looked more like the setting of the Western Middle Ages, Sang Luo was very wary of it - he never thought that in this world, he would be tortured by some kind of ghosts.
Although it can't be called torture...
Because so far, he hasn't suffered any substantial harm.
The only thing is that the strange dream is becoming more and more like a erotic dream.
"Damn, could it be some kind of female ghost that sucks people's essence? Dame, I like men."
Having said this, Sang Luo turned over and sat up swiftly.
At this moment, a certain physical reflex reaction also dissipated under his forced suppression.
Sang Luo stared at her white knees for a while, feeling as if the touch the man had given them in her dream was still lingering on her skin.
But after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
I have no idea how I provoked the ghost.
I had no choice but to go to the bathroom to take a shower as usual, throwing clothes on the floor.
"Let's wait until this afternoon and ask Mr. Hart..."
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The author has something to say:
Garcia: Yes, there are no ghosts in the Americas, but there are 72 demons and countless devils!
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