Chapter 27: A hellish role-playing mission to clean room 103...
Zhou Fangdong held his breath and gently pushed open the door to room 103.
Unlike the other rooms on the first floor that are obviously related to the murder, room 103 is unsuitable for living in a different sense.
There are too many things inside.
The last tenant who rented room 103 must have had a hoarding habit. Standing at the door and looking inside, you could see not only piles of garbage reaching the ceiling, but also small mountains of dilapidated folk art collections—such as costumes, shadow puppets, lanterns, and classical musical instruments.
The shock of pushing open the door was no less than seeing a mudslide that had already slid halfway up the mountain when you first arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Just opening the door made Zhou Fangdong afraid that the airflow generated by the door opening and closing would cause the things inside that maintained a delicate balance to suddenly collapse, let alone going inside.
In this situation, even hiring a cleaning service wouldn't be feasible.
Zhou Fangdong, with his size, would have a hard time even entering room 103. Hong Zhong, whose physique is equivalent to two of him, would probably have to walk a few steps before he bumped into the mountain of garbage and was buried under a pile of rubbish.
It is reasonable to suspect that room 103 became a haunted house because it contained too many belongings.
For example, one day these collections collapsed, burying the homeowner underneath. Unable to find help, he suffocated to death. When he was finally found, he was a mummified corpse in a mountain of garbage, becoming, in a sense, one of the room's collections… Of course, this scenario was just Zhou Fangdong's wild guess; he didn't know the true situation of Room 103 before investigating.
The total area of room 103 should be around 100 square meters. Since he couldn't get into the room, Zhou Fangdong bought a fully automatic cleaning tool at the door that could clean 50 square meters and tried it out. Then the system prompted him that the room needed two cleaning tools.
Although fully automatic cleaning tools are very versatile, capable of cleaning dust, stains, and grease, as well as removing damaged furniture, corpses, and garbage, and restoring contaminated walls and floors to their original condition.
However, room 103 contained not only trash, but also folk artifacts, which were not within the scope of the cleaning tools.
Even after using cleaning tools, the mountain of clutter still piles up in the room, and room 103 remains uninhabitable.
Perhaps Zhou Fangdong lingered at the door of room 103 for too long, because a system task pop-up suddenly appeared:
Side Quest 5: Renovate and rent out Room 103
① Clean the house and remove dust and dirt.
② Organize the clutter in the house and remove any items that could endanger the lives of the tenants.
③ Discard the damaged furniture and buy new furniture.
④ Find the ghost hidden in the room and figure out the ghost's killing pattern.
⑤ Draft a rental agreement and find tenants to move in.
Side Quest 5 Rewards: 300 Ghost Coins, 1000 Experience Points, 1 Skill Point
Looking at the second side quest of the fifth quest, Zhou Fangdong felt a bit of a headache.
Judging from the mission details, it seems that there are some cursed items among the collections in Room 103.
What exactly did the tenant who used to live in room 103 do?
While mentally complaining, Zhou Fangdong opened the system shop.
When I bought the phone for Zhao Dawei, it seemed like a lot of new features had been unlocked in the system store, but I didn't have time to look at them closely at the time.
After quickly scanning through the items, Zhou Fangdong's gaze fell on a prop called "[Basic Fully Automatic Storage Tool]".
[Basic Fully Automatic Storage Tool x]
Price: 90 Ghost Coins
Applicable area: 100 square meters, usage time: one hour
Item Description: This item can separate clutter and trash in a room and organize the items in the room. (Note: This item only has an organizing function, not a cleaning function.)
The wealthy Zhou Fangdong didn't hesitate to buy a storage tool and two cleaning tools.
Now that he has more ghost coins in his hand, he is full of confidence and is no longer the poor ghost who hesitated to spend 30 ghost coins.
After buying these three items, he still had 1250 ghost coins left.
After closing the system shop page, Zhou Fangdong first used the storage tools on room 103, and then mentally invoked the system:
"System, if I use cleaning tools in this room before I finish organizing the storage tools, will it affect the organization?"
[It doesn't matter; cleaning items can be used in combination. The next item will only be activated after the effect of the previous item has worn off.]
Zhou Fangdong nodded and then used two cleaning tools on room 103.
That's very convenient. You just need to wait one night, and room 103 will be clean the next morning.
Before teleporting back to his room, Zhou Fangdong glanced at the rental interface. Zhao Dawei and Miao Zheng were both obediently staying in the room, but Duan Wenyu hadn't returned yet.
He took out the map of Linjiang City again and breathed a slight sigh of relief when he found that the red dot representing Duan Wenyu was still at the location of the Bureau of Abnormal Supervision.
Zhao Dawei has also stayed out all night once, so it should be safe for him to stay overnight at the Bureau of Abnormal Supervision. There's no need to worry.
Just then, a loud bang suddenly came from room 103.
Zhou Fangdong subconsciously looked at the tightly closed door of room 103.
After a long silence, curiosity finally overcame fear.
Zhou Fangdong turned to the side and pressed himself against the wall next to the door. After making sure that his body was not directly facing room 103, he carefully stretched out his arm and forcefully pulled open the door.
The imagined scene of countless miscellaneous items flooding out of the room did not materialize.
Zhou Fangdong waited a while to make sure nothing would come out before peeking into the room.
Inside room 103, the storage tools were still in operation, and the trash and collectibles in the room seemed to come alive, lining up and slowly moving one by one to their own places.
Inside the room, the only thing unaffected by the props was a costume hanging above a low cabinet.
Those clothes looked like they were worn by a young woman. Zhou Fangdong didn't know much about opera and didn't know the professional name of the clothes.
The costume was entirely white, made of a light but opaque fabric, with light purple embroidery on the collar and hem. The sleeves were exceptionally long, extending considerably beyond the skirt. A wig adorned with a headdress hung above the costume, behind which was a layer of white veil.
Without the flowing sleeves and theatrical headdress, this outfit would give Zhou Fangdong the impression of Zhao Yazhi's Bai Suzhen costume.
The costume hung steadily on the wall, completely unaffected by storage tools; not even a corner of the garment swayed.
Meanwhile, the other costumes, which appeared to be theatrical costumes, were busy folding themselves up and flying into the wooden crates.
Beneath the white costume, a wooden clothes rack lay on the ground, completely broken.
Judging from the scene before us, the loud noise just now was probably because there were clothes in the low cabinet under the costume trying to fly out, but the costume blocked their way. So the clothes went around the costume, but accidentally knocked over the wooden clothes rack, causing the clothes rack to fall to the ground and make a loud noise.
Although he didn't know what was going on with the white costume, Zhou Fangdong took it off so it wouldn't get in the way anymore.
The process of removing the clothes went smoothly; the clothes did not resist, nor did a ghost suddenly emerge from them to attack him.
So what's so magical about this outfit? Why is it unaffected by props?
Thinking this, Zhou Fangdong casually flipped open the collar of his white theatrical costume.
Then his eyes met those of a person inside the clothes.
...The lining of this costume looks like it's made of human skin.
After an awkward moment of eye contact with the person, Zhou Fangdong silently hung the costume back in its place.
Sorry to bother you.
This must be the ghost in room 103.
Ghosts are not within the scope of storage tools, which explains why the costumes are not being moved.
Wait a minute... Now that we've found the ghost in room 103, we should use our skills on it to see its killing patterns!
Zhou Fangdong belatedly realized what was happening and quickly took off the costume, using skill 1 [Warm Mind Reading] on it.
However, the skill did not work.
He curiously opened his clothes and discovered that the human skin inside the costume had disappeared.
What a pity! I stumbled upon 103 ghosts by sheer coincidence, but I forgot to use my skill.
Zhou Fangdong looked at the cluttered room 103 and sighed heavily.
Finding the ghost among all this mess is going to be difficult; it's like looking for a needle in a haystack... I'll just have to come back to room 103 after everything is cleaned up.
After being teleported back to his room, Zhou Fangdong glanced at the rental app on his phone.
Today he converted room 104 into a convenience store. Since there's no need to rent it out, he hasn't used up his [Honest Advertisement] count for today.
Although room 103 hadn't been cleaned yet, the ghost's killing patterns were unknown, and no rental rules had been established, Zhou Fangdong still posted the rental advertisement for room 103.
Wasting time is shameful; free attempts are a waste. If we can't find tenants today, we can post again tomorrow.
To Zhou Fangdong's surprise, shortly after the honesty flyer was sent out, a tenant replied saying they wanted to schedule a viewing... Good heavens, have apartments in Liwan Apartments become so popular now?
Surprisingly, the people who booked the viewing this time were a couple.
Zhou Fangdong hesitated for a moment, then pretended not to see it and temporarily ignored the house viewing application.
After all, the rental contract for room 103 is not yet written.
He had just started using the honesty flyer because he didn't want to waste his one free daily use; he never expected it would actually attract tenants.
The tenants had no way of knowing how to get to the Liwan Apartments until the landlord agreed to the viewing request, so Zhou Fangdong wasn't worried that the couple might suddenly show up tomorrow.
Let's leave it for now. We can reply to this post after we finish writing the tenant contract for room 103 tomorrow.
Zhou Fangdong walked around the room and realized that he didn't seem to have anything to do tonight.
He couldn't sleep, and he had no patience to read. Waiting until tomorrow morning was too boring and a waste of time.
...Or, how about trying the role-playing function again? Maybe we can randomly get a role-playing task related to the ghost in room 103.
Thinking back to the terrifying hunger he felt after his successful role last time, Zhou Fangdong felt a lingering fear.
It must be because only when playing a ghost can one feel so distressed, since they all experienced unimaginable suffering in their lives, and their resentment lingered after death, turning them into vengeful spirits.
The system said that in the role-playing task, he needed to play the role of a tenant who had previously rented a room in the Liwan Apartment—it's impossible that every tenant he played was a ghost in the room, right?
Just playing the role of an ordinary tenant shouldn't be too difficult... Zhou Fangdong comforted himself in this way.
He lay in bed, calling out to the system in his mind: "System, activate the role-playing function."
[Mission begins. Please prepare, host.]
After the familiar dizziness subsided, Zhou Fangdong straightened up from a desk.
His arm was a little numb; in this role-playing assignment, the tenant he was playing seemed to have fallen asleep at the table yesterday.
Zhou Fangdong quickly scanned his surroundings—the unfinished junior high school exam paper on the table, the junior high school uniform that hadn't been thrown into the washing machine yet on the back of the chair, the basketball star poster on the headboard, and several pairs of sneakers scattered under the bed—this time, the tenant he was playing was supposed to be a junior high school boy who liked basketball.
The bedroom is about 15 square meters in size, with a desk and a single bed. It is decorated in a cozy style, and there is no trash or clutter in the room. On the surface, nothing seems out of the ordinary.
Such a normal room shouldn't be room 103.
Zhou Fangdong didn't find his cell phone in the room, but he did find an electronic alarm clock on the desk.
It was 6:30 in the morning, Saturday, no school. Zhou Fangdong pushed open the door and came out of his bedroom.
After seeing the entire layout of the house, Zhou Fangdong became even more certain that this was not room 103.
Although room 103 was cluttered and its entirety was obscured, it was still clear that it was a layout where you could see the living room as soon as you opened the door.
The room he was in didn't have a living room at all, only a corridor. The corridor was dark, with the only light source being a dim ceiling light above the entrance door.
It's a very strange apartment layout. There's a long corridor right outside the front door, with two doors on each side of the corridor. The overall layout looks like the Chinese character "干" (gān).
Zhou Fangdong recalled that when he inspected all the rooms on the first floor, he had never seen a room with a similar layout.
Could it be that this time the role I'm randomly assigned isn't the first-floor tenant?
Zhou Fangdong felt uneasy and opened the four doors one by one.
The bedroom he came out of was at the far end of the corridor on the west side. Directly opposite his bedroom was the master bedroom where his parents lived. Further ahead, to the west was the bathroom, to the east was the kitchen, and then further ahead was the front door.
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Zhou Fangdong opened the front door and glanced at the house number.
Room 108.
Room 108?
Zhou Fangdong was somewhat bewildered.
He remembered that Room 108 was a ruin damaged by war. The whole room looked like it had been bombarded, charred black, with broken bricks and tiles everywhere. Except for the load-bearing walls, everything that could collapse had collapsed.
So this is what Room 108 used to look like... Zhou Fangdong said with some emotion.
I don't know what the tenants did, but they turned the room into ruins.
Zhou Fangdong looked around the corridor and finally found the house key in a narrow cabinet embedded in the wall next to the entrance door.
He put the key in his pocket, opened the door again, and prepared to go out for a walk.
When the door was opened this time, a cold, damp wind suddenly rushed in, followed by an extremely uncomfortable feeling of being spied on.
Zhou Fangdong frowned and looked around warily.
This malicious stare... feels like being targeted by some carnivorous beast, as if you might be pounced on and have your neck bitten off at any moment.
After standing at the door for a moment and thinking, Zhou Fangdong gave up on leaving the room.
This was such an obvious warning that something bad would definitely happen if he went outside, so he decided to investigate inside room 108.
However, to his surprise, just as the door was not fully closed, a hand suddenly emerged from the crack and gripped the door tightly.
Zhou Fangdong instinctively rammed his body into the door.
—I'd rather break this hand than let it into the house.
However, he was a step too slow. A greasy, bald man quickly pushed open the door and squeezed in with a grin. Zhou Fangdong bumped into him.
The bald man helped Zhou Fangdong up and greeted him familiarly: "Xiao Di, I saw your parents go out this morning. Did they leave you any food? Are you going out to buy food? Why don't you come to my house for a visit? I made too much breakfast."
Strangely enough, the malicious prying gazes disappeared after the bald man appeared.
Zhou Fangdong frowned, broke free from the bald man's embrace, and took a few steps back.
This bald man looked to be around thirty years old. His face was actually quite good-looking, with regular features, but his bald head and yellow teeth dragged down his appearance.
He was wearing a very business-like polo shirt, had a slight beer belly, and wore suit pants with a bunch of keys hanging from his belt.
Looking at the bunch of keys, Zhou Fangdong narrowed his eyes slightly.
As the landlord of Liwan Apartments, he was very familiar with the apartment keys and immediately recognized one of them as the key to apartment 103.
This greasy, bald man is actually the tenant of room 103!
Zhou Fangdong, who had only intended to play the role casually, suddenly perked up: "Okay, thank you, Uncle. I'll come to your house for a bit. Sorry to bother you."
"It's alright, it's alright." The bald man smiled, put his arm around Zhou Fangdong's shoulder, led him out of the room, and closed the door to room 108 behind him.
When Zhou Fangdong arrived at the corridor on the first floor of Liwan Apartment, he squinted his eyes uncomfortably.
It was too bright; this was the first time he had ever seen an apartment hallway bathed in natural light.
Unlike the real Liwan Apartments and the Liwan Apartments at night, the corridors of this former apartment building are very ordinary, full of life, not so dilapidated, and there is no luxurious decoration.
As Zhou Fangdong walked with the bald man toward room 103, he observed the corridor.
In front of the doors on the right, some have shoe racks, and some have trash ready to be thrown away. It seems it rained yesterday, as there are still some muddy footprints on the marble floor of the corridor that haven't been cleaned.
Through the left-hand window, you can see the green belt outside the apartment and the cars in the parking lot not far away...
Zhou Fangdong gazed at the scenery outside the window with almost greedy eyes. Although he had only lived in the Liwan Apartment for a few days, he felt as if he hadn't seen the sunlight in a long time.
Unable to leave the apartment building, he could only occasionally receive some sunlight streaming in from outside when he stood in the entrance hall waiting for tenants to come and go.
However, at that moment, that malicious, prying gaze reappeared, this time behind him.
Zhou Fangdong was startled. He didn't turn around, but stared intently at the corridor window.
In the reflection of the window, he saw the person who had been watching him... not a person, but a ghost. A thin face, consisting only of skin, was attached to the back of his head and was slowly peeking out.
As he looked at the ghostly face through the reflection in the glass, the ghostly face was also looking back at him through the glass.
The grotesque face grinned, revealing a creepy smile.
Zhou Fangdong reached for the back of his head, but found nothing. Yet, the image of the ghostly face remained in the glass.
The bald man noticed that Zhou Fangdong hadn't followed, and turned back in confusion to ask, "Xiao Di, what's wrong?"
When the bald man started talking to him, Zhou Fangdong noticed that the ghostly face reflected in the glass had disappeared again.
Zhou Fangdong shook his head, quickly walked to the man's side, and didn't say anything about it.
The two quickly arrived at the door of room 103.
The bald man used his key to open the door, and a musty smell wafted out from inside.
It smelled of ink and paper that had been piled up for years without being dried, mixed with the smell of rotten wood and dust, like stepping into a long-sealed archive.
Zhou Fangdong stood at the door, looking at the collection that filled the room to the brim, and nodded with satisfaction.
Aside from the absence of trash, this room looks almost identical to the real-life Room 103.
This bald man should be the last tenant of room 103, and we should be able to get clues about the ghost in room 103 from him.
It seems this role-playing mission won't be a complete waste of time.
Although room 103 in the role-playing mission looks cluttered with many things, it's not as chaotic as it is in reality, and there is still space to receive guests.
The bald man led Zhou Fangdong to a fabric sofa and gestured for him to sit down.
Zhou Fangdong spotted a familiar white opera costume hanging above the fabric sofa.
Compared to the costumes in real life, this costume looks much older. The white fabric has a yellowish tinge, and the embroidery at the collar and hem is frayed with loose threads, uneven in color, and shows obvious signs of repair.
The bald man noticed that he hadn't sat down, so he followed his gaze and looked over.
After noticing Zhou Fangdong looking at the white opera costume, he smiled and said, "Xiao Di has a good eye! This is an old item I acquired not long ago. I heard it was worn by a very famous female opera performer... Have you heard of 'Catching Sanlang Alive'?"
The bald man spoke while gesturing. Although he had gained weight, he still had a great presence, as if he had once sung in operas.
"That famous ghost play, I heard that when the female lead who played Yan Xijiao wore this costume went on stage for the last time, she strangled Zhang Wenyuan, who played her, with her water sleeves. Then he knelt on the stage and strangled himself to death as well."
“Xiao Di, if you’re interested in these things, I’ll tell you after we finish eating. I don’t have much else here, but I have a lot of these old things.” The bald man smiled and patted Zhou Fangdong on the shoulder, letting him sit on the sofa. “I’ll go get the food first. You can have some drinks on the coffee table to tide you over.”
After saying that, the bald man left the living room and went into the kitchen.
Because of too many clutter blocking the way, even though it was an open kitchen, Zhou Fangdong, sitting in the living room, couldn't see what the guy was doing in the kitchen at all.
From the moment he appeared until now, the bald man has acted very kindly, as if he were just a gentle uncle who likes to take care of the neighbor's children.
Zhou Fangdong looked at the drinks on the coffee table.
They're all canned drinks, and the pull tabs are the push-button type. When you press down, the tab comes into contact with the liquid inside the can... If there's any condiment on the pull tab, the person drinking the beverage will definitely get it.
Despite thinking this, Zhou Fangdong still opened a can of beverage and held it in his hand.
Then he stood up from the sofa, pretending to be interested in the collection, and began to look at the clutter piled up in the living room.
He was looking for the cabinet in the real world where the white costume was hanging, hoping to encounter the ghost of Room 103 near the cabinet. After all, finding clues about the ghost in Room 103 was his primary goal in this role-playing mission.
It's good if we can meet it. It doesn't matter if the ghost hasn't appeared yet. Anyway, after room 103 is cleaned tomorrow, the ghost will have nowhere to hide, and he will find it sooner or later.
Then we can use mind reading on it, and everything will be simple.
Zhou Fangdong arrived at the location of the cabinet.
In reality, this is a low wooden cabinet with a clothes drying rack on top and a flip-up storage compartment below.
But in the role-playing scenario, this place is actually a display shelf against the wall, filled with all sorts of cheap trinkets that look very old, like a dusty rattle drum, a rabbit lantern made of bamboo strips, and an inkstone with a chipped corner...
Zhou Fangdong cautiously approached and gestured to indicate the size of the display shelf.
He felt there was something wrong with this space. When he took off his costume in front of the cabinet, there were a lot of miscellaneous items piled up on the ground nearby... but now he felt that the ground area seemed a bit narrow, not like it could hold so many miscellaneous items.
As Zhou Fangdong stepped back, he didn't notice the debris under his feet and twisted his ankle. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and grabbed the wall against which the display shelf was leaning, so he neither hit the shelf nor spilled his drink.
Before he could even catch his breath, he felt something was off about the wall beneath his hands. Then the wall shook violently, and his body, which had just regained its footing, swayed again. Half of the drink in his hand spilled out, and he almost fell in with the rotating wall.
Zhou Fangdong had expected there to be a mechanism, but due to the ingrained thinking from watching too many TV dramas, he thought the mechanism to open the secret room should be on the display shelf, but he never expected it to be on the wall next to it.
The shelf resembled a sliding door; once fully opened after the mechanism was activated, it leaned against the wall of the secret room.
Zhou Fangdong saw the familiar wooden cabinet, and also the runes drawn on the walls of the secret room with bright red liquid.
But none of that is the point. The point is what's hanging on the clothesline of that cabinet—it's a bunch of human skins!
The human skin was embroidered with symbols that were similar in shape to those on the wall. The reason for guessing that it was embroidered with hair rather than painted on was that the shiny black threads that made up the runes reflected light, making the surface of the human skin look uneven and the translucent skin wrinkled.
Zhou Fangdong was dumbfounded. The scene in front of him wasn't particularly bloody or terrifying. Thanks to the training he received from the ghosts and monsters in the apartment, his mental fortitude was already quite strong.
What bothered him was the discomfort of seeing humans being skinned and displayed like livestock.
The person who can make something like this doesn't even deserve to be called human.
After first meeting the bald man, Zhou Fangdong had speculated about his identity with the darkest thoughts. He considered that the bald man might be a fraudster involved in pyramid schemes, a human trafficker or organ trafficker, or a lewd old man who liked little boys... but he felt that he was being too kind.
I never imagined that this bald guy was a psychopathic serial killer! The kind who harms others without benefiting himself, killing purely for his own pleasure.
It would be strange if there weren't ghosts in room 103! All I can say is that the ghost in room 103 was killed well, and that bald man died a good death.
"Xiao Di, how did you find this place? Sigh, I was planning to tell you all about it after we finished eating..."
A cold, slippery voice, like the hiss of a venomous snake, suddenly rang in his ears. Without thinking, Zhou Fangdong turned around and splashed the remaining half-can of drink in his hand onto the bald man's face.
Completely unprepared, the bald man was blinded by Zhou Fangdong's ruthless attack. No one knew what the bald guy had put in the drink, but the man was squatting on the ground, groaning in agony.
To help alleviate his pain, Zhou Fangdong grabbed a chair from the side and slammed it against his shiny bald head several times.
Although Zhou Fangdong's current middle school student body likes basketball, his physical fitness seems to be not very good. After doing this series of movements, he was actually a little out of breath.
The bald man lay motionless on the ground. His shirt, which had been tucked into his waistband, was pulled out, revealing a faint tattoo on his beer belly.
Zhou Fangdong used the stool leg to lift up his shirt.
It was a very strange rune, like an abbreviation of runes on the wall of a secret room. It looked like a tadpole with a big head, or a deformed oval question mark, surrounded by a ring of strange characters missing arms and legs.
Zhou Fangdong noted down the symbol and was about to enter the secret room to take a look when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the bedroom—five bald men holding knives crawled out of the bedroom.
Zhou Fangdong never expected that someone was hiding in the bedroom. Without further hesitation, he ran out of room 103 as fast as he could.
Hearing footsteps coming from behind, Zhou Fangdong didn't dare to turn around at all. He rushed straight back to room 108, locked the door, and kept the group of people outside.
Zhou Fangdong, who had finally escaped home, was almost completely exhausted. He leaned against the door, half-sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Just then, at the end of the corridor, the door to the master bedroom opened, and a middle-aged couple walked out.
Zhou Fangdong had seen the wedding photos in the master bedroom, so these two people should be Xiaodi's parents.
The middle-aged couple walked up to Zhou Fangdong with worried expressions.
Just as Zhou Fangdong was about to ask when they had returned, he saw the middle-aged man pull out a knife from behind his back, and with a swift motion, slash Zhou Fangdong's neck.
His carotid artery was severed, and blood splattered like a fountain onto the walls and ceiling. Zhou Fangdong struggled to cover the wound on his neck, staring incredulously at the middle-aged couple.
The rapid blood loss caused him to feel dizzy, his hands gradually lost strength, and he slumped to the ground. As his position changed, blood rushed into his trachea and lungs, causing him to cough and convulse uncontrollably…
Just as his consciousness was fading, Zhou Fangdong saw Xiao Di's parents open the door and let the bald men from room 103 in.
The men with knives seemed to know Xiao Di's parents, and they were arguing loudly around his body.
But Zhou Fangdong could no longer hear.
[Failed to portray the role. Please try again next time.]
[Announcement: Dynamic Event: Night Attack of One Hundred Demons (Countdown: 16 days)]
Back in his room, Zhou Fangdong suddenly sat up in bed, clutching his neck and coughing hysterically.
...What kind of lunatics are these people in rooms 103 and 108? One, no, six skinning murderers, and two middle-aged couples who even killed their own sons.
This is truly eye-opening; humans are scarier than ghosts. This is an incredibly difficult role to play.
No matter what the kid named Xiao Di in the mission wants to do, it seems unlikely to succeed under the interference of this group of lunatics.
By the way, it seems that Xiao Di also has a ghost with a human face attached to her.
I'm speechless. How could Xiao Di be so pitiful?
After calming down a bit, Zhou Fangdong opened the rental interface with a cold face, teleported directly to 104 Convenience Store, and strode aggressively towards room 103 next door.
He needs to find the ghost in room 103 and use mind-reading on it.
Now, the nature of the game has changed.
It's no longer as simple as finding the murder pattern of the ghost in Room 103.
Zhou Fangdong now wants to use the memories of the ghost in Room 103 to figure out what the purpose of that group of perverted killers was, why they skinned so many people, and why they were determined to kill Xiao Di.
And whether they are still alive.
If those deranged, insane killers were still alive, he wouldn't mind sending them to their deaths in real life as well.
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