vstars Chapter 89 Auditor
Chapter 89 Auditor
After Qian Tongjia returned to No. 488, he has been holding the laptop with a silver-gray shell, never in the hands of others.
He hugged and talked to the computer.
"You're finally back, brother, you don't know, every day without you I feel lost, like years, tossing and turning, and sometimes insomnia... It's all because of that bastard Wu Liang."
"But it's a good thing, all the hard work has paid off, and finally it's time to become one. This time, I must hold you tightly, and the two of us will never be separated again for the rest of our lives."
"..."
The ghost king watched from the side with a gloomy expression.
He regarded Qian Tongjia as Tianhun, pretended that the one he was holding was himself, and imagined the scene of Tianhun talking nasty to himself for a while.
A gust of wind suddenly blew up on the flat ground, and a few strands of Qian Tongjia's hair combed from the back to his forehead were swept up, exposing his bald head.
Qian Tongjia raised one hand, covered the Mediterranean sea suddenly, and said to the laptop with hope: "Speaking of which, I was bald during the years when I was separated from you. grow back..."
Ghost King: "No."
Qian Tongjia turned his head sharply: "Why! What scientific basis do you have?! We have no grievances or enmities, and if you bully me like this again, I will tell the boss!"
The Ghost King passed by: "Heh."
Taking advantage of the programmer's resentment, he walked into the staff lounge first, and complained to Chu Ci: "He disgusts me."
"what happened?"
"I just watched him bow his head and kiss the soul of the earth, and whispered while holding it, such as tossing and turning, feeling lost, about becoming one, two becoming one... I didn't hear it."
Chu Ci: "..."
"That's indeed a bit too much." He said to Qian Tongjia, who was one step behind: "Although I personally don't object to self-inflicted attacks, I still have to pay attention to the influence in public places in the future, so as not to affect other colleagues."
Qian Tongjia: "..."
no?Why can he understand every word, but he doesn't understand the meaning at all when they are combined together?
What's the matter with self-attack and self-restraint?
Qian Tongjia said to Chu Ci: "Boss, you should help me put the earth soul back. I think the lack of a soul has already begun to affect my IQ."
……
When the group returned to No. 488, it was already 6:[-] in the afternoon. The afterglow of the setting sun faded at the end of the sky. The fiery red sunset glow burned into a twilight, and the sky gradually darkened.
The business hours of "Scared You Didn't Discuss" were originally from 9:6 am to 10:[-] pm, but due to the rapid growth of tourists these days, it has been extended to close at [-]:[-] pm. In this way, there are still many tourists who can't get in the queue, I can only regret it leave.
In fact, the employees said that they would not mind even if it was open all night. Chuci was worried about the mental health of tourists, so he made a compromise.
After the sun goes down, all the real hardcore players who can stay in the haunted house experience, most of them are young people, and some special people are even mixed in.
In the staff lounge, Chu Ci looked at the time and said, "Forget about today. After sunset, the yang energy is thin, which is not good for the soul. I will help you wake up the soul tomorrow."
"Okay." After today's scene, Qian Tongjia became [-]% interested in the mysterious power, and he simply didn't go home. He continued to complete the procedure of Chuci's explanation in the staff lounge with his computer in his arms, and was going to be in the office at night. Sleep in the dormitory.
The sound of clattering keyboards and the sound of minesweeping failure echoed in the office.
Qian Tongjia was writing and editing, and suddenly remembered an important thing.
He said to Chu Ci: "Boss, what about the scum who ran away today?"
"in spite of."
"How can I at least call the police?"
Chu Ci dropped the mouse and leaned on the ghost king, "If I guess correctly, I probably know which direction he will run away."
"where?"
Seeing the boss pointing his fingertips downwards towards the floor, Qian Tongjia was taken aback for a moment, then turned pale with shock.
"This here?"
"Yeah, you don't know that this used to be his lair?"
Qian Tongjia: "..."
"I suddenly felt a little pitiful for the scum." He listened to Chu Ci's narration, and said sincerely: "Look, you bulldozed their homestead, made the ghosts who have worked so hard for Amway as employees, and charged tickets Money, if I were a scumbag, I would feel unbalanced, right?"
Chu Ci snorted and changed to a more comfortable lying method.
The ghost king consciously squeezed his shoulders for him.
"Then how will he settle the account of stealing my fiancé?"
"Not only forcibly plundering him, but also abusing him, using him, and illegally imprisoning him."
Qian Tongjia's eyes were wide open, he was dumbfounded, and he listened to the bomb thrown by the boss without any resistance.
"It's fine with one, but you can't let go of both, don't you think it's very perverted?"
Qian Tongjia: "..."
He asked sincerely what he wanted to ask at Wu Liang's house.
"Boss, how many fiances do you have?"
"In modern society, bigamy should be punished!"
……
The head dragging its organs and viscera slowly flew towards the remote suburbs under the cover of night.
The middle-aged man's face was pale, his eyes were bright red, and there were two huge dark circles under his eyes.
He glanced at the roadside sign.
The scattered dead branches cover the blue road sign, and the jagged reflections fall on the smooth surface of the road sign, shaking like ghosts lurking in the dark night.
The moonlight is not bright tonight, through the clouds, it is like a thin layer of mist, with an ominous blood red.
Everything was silent, and across the road that had been in disrepair for a long time, one could vaguely see the haunted house in the distance.
Surrounded by Yin Qi, it is extremely gloomy and oppressive, but it is a good place to live temporarily in the eyes of people who practice magic.
The head gave a bloody smile, and flew to No. 488 according to the guidance of the signboard.
"That idiot Liu Daqiang seems to be running a good business, and it's not in vain that I left him a blood talisman."
"It's time to return, that brainless Earth Soul, how could he have thought that I had already left behind in Huaguo, and there are more than one... When I refine the Flying Headman, I will definitely return at that time, don't let me find him..."
"If I find him, I will kill his territory to the point of bloodshed, leaving nothing behind. Of course, there is also that fiancé he likes, that bastard...I want to make his soul fly away, and let the earth soul know what regret is." !"
The sound of gnashing of teeth drifted forward in the night wind.
When it was only 488 meters away from No. 300, the head stopped hesitantly, because he saw a light suddenly lit up in the windows on the first floor, followed by screams mixed with laughter.
...Laughing and laughing?
"It doesn't matter, go and have a look."
There are dozens of ghosts arranged by myself in No. 488, and there are blood talismans that have absorbed power for many years. Even if the ghosts are taken away by people in the metaphysical circle nearby, the blood talismans will always stay where they are.
Absorbing the power of this blood talisman can at least save more than half of the time spent training Flying Man, middle-aged people simply cannot resist this temptation.
"The location of the talisman is so hidden that it is impossible to be discovered. As for the mortals that appeared in No. 488..." He smiled contemptuously: "Just kill them."
Even if he didn't make a move, presumably those timid ordinary people would be able to scare themselves to death just seeing him like this.
"Hehe." Thinking of this, the middle-aged man couldn't help laughing strangely, and accelerated his speed.
He flew to the gate of 488, but before he entered, he saw a wandering soul selflessly blocking him, and stretched out his hand: "Where are the tickets?"
"Don't think you are a head and want to evade the fare. There is no way, at least buy half the fare! Children's tickets are also acceptable."
"..."
The middle-aged man felt a burst of absurdity.
I go into the house I bought, my own home, you let me buy tickets?
"Go away!"
His face turned serious, he stretched out his teeth that were several inches long, and bit down on Wandering Soul.
"You still want to violently evade the fare?" Wandering Soul, who thought he would escape, suddenly took off his arm and waved it at the middle-aged man. The red armband on his arm was proud and eye-catching.
"Civilization Inspector."
Uncivilized behaviors such as fare evasion, throwing garbage anywhere, destroying props and public property.
But even more eye-catching than the big characters of "Civilized Inspector" is a talisman drawn with cinnabar under the red armband.
The spell was written by Shen Yan himself, and the moment it touched the Flying Man, an orange-red fire blazed up, burning along the armband towards the strange Yin Qi around the middle-aged man.
"Hey, I'm going, is it a ghost on the run?!"
The ghost inspector was taken aback, dropped his armband and fled back to the haunted house. While fleeing, he picked up the little whistle on his chest and blew it desperately.
"Attention, attention! Dangerous ghosts have sneaked into our haunted house. All departments stick to their posts, follow the safety drill instructions of the boss's last training, and protect the tourists in the haunted house... I repeat, there are extremely dangerous wanted ghosts who evaded fares and entered us Haunted house, all departments please get ready..."
Chu Ci and Ghost King, who were far away in the employee duty room, also heard the warning from the inspector ghost.
The Ghost King moved his shoulders: "I'll go."
"No need," Chu Ci waved his hand and pushed him down to lie down, with a domineering expression on his face.
"You sweep your mines, and there are employees in charge."
"But tourists?"
"Trust our tourists." Chu Ci said with a serious expression.
The ghost king didn't understand what he meant, but instinctively obeyed Chu Ci's words.
He picked up the mouse: "Oh."
Then tap on the screen.
"Crack."
Hit a mine.
"..."
Looking at the screen of the 666th game failure, the ghost king smashed the keyboard: "It's all the scum's fault!"
"Ah."
The sound of "dong dong" hitting the keyboard did not come out of the office, but in a hidden corner on the first floor of No. 488, there was a very similar "dong dong" sound, only more dull and heavy.
"Boom-"
With a muffled sound, the wooden bar nailed to the window was smashed open by the forehead, orange-red flames flashed, and a head flew into the window with a drag.
The middle-aged man extinguished the fire on his body with Yin Qi, looked around, and said gloomyly: "Damn Heavenly Soul!"
The middle-aged man discovered it when the flame was just on his body. It was the sun fire of Shen Yan's heavenly soul, and it was difficult to extinguish it with the usual methods, so the middle-aged man had to make a bad move.
He tried to fly high enough to keep his intestines and kidneys from hanging to the ground.
The bottom is very dirty, and you can see the dark urinal and water pipes. Old dirt seems to have accumulated on the inner wall of the ceramic. Although there is no special smell, the middle-aged man still regrets that he has no hands in his current state and cannot cover his nose.
He held his breath in disgust, mobilized the yin energy and the peculiar filth in the toilet, and extinguished the last spark in his body.
At the same time, there seemed to be footsteps outside the toilet.
"Da da, da da..." The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and there seemed to be someone trembling to comfort themselves: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid... ahhh!!!"