Chapter 60: Set sixty

Setting Sixty: Supernatural Research Society (13)
List Wei Huo's eyes widened. His eyes were soaked with blood, but it did not prevent him from seeing the score with his handsome face close at hand.
The host is helping him.
Shan Ziwei's eyes gradually became red, and in the blood water immersion, it was like a ferocious beast about to break out of the cage.
Yes, the host is helping him.
Even if the other party pry open his mouth neatly, even if the other party clenches his chin, even if the other party puts his tongue against his upper jaw, even ...
The host is just trying to deliver oxygen to him.
Shan Ziwei's reason complained weakly, and was extinguished by the stormy desire.
The host gradually loosened his hand according to the head of the list Wei. He no longer needed to force, and the person in his arms would no longer try to escape.
Shan Ziwei pressed the host tightly, white hair swaying in blood. He was holding his host's black hair, like a spirit sucking gas, greedily asking for oxygen and body fluid from the host's mouth.
The blood and water warmly wrapped them, and Shan Wei shuddered, his whole body filled with a thick and suffocating pleasure. There was also a hint of despair.
He has tasted this bliss in the chess board of upside down fairy tales. Perhaps there was an experience, so this time Wei Shan did not completely lose his mind, he still left a trace of consciousness, crumbling in the stormy mood.
However, it is precisely because of that little understanding that it is even more desperate.
He can clearly feel the happiness that this kind of thing brings to him, and he likes this kind of thing like gaining and losing. Even if he has been pleading that this is caused by his body and his nymphatic disease, however, his body and his nymphosis are all part of the person Wei Shan, and his body likes it, and he likes it. I like it regardless of the occasion.
Even if it is done by the same man as the host.
The only consciousness gave up sinking in the sea of ​​desire, Shan Ziwei swallowed the host's body fluid, shook his hand into the dark-haired young man's clothes, and spontaneously touched the curvy belly.
He wants ... really wants ...
"Goo ...!"
The calm blood and water suddenly burst into a large wave, and a wet white-haired young man struggled to get up from the water, lying on the side of the bathtub and coughing warily.
Thinking of the ghosts who do not know when to leave and where to wander, Shan Ziwei covered his voice, and the water flowed out of the nasal cavity, which was hot and uncomfortable.
Although his body is uncomfortable, he very much needs this kind of discomfort. Numerous practices have proved that pain is the best medicine to get rid of passion. A nymphoma is very grateful to the over-body body: fortunately, he completely loses his senses, forgets to do things in the water, kisses without oxygen and breathes directly with his nose, and then bleeds his nose with blood.
"Wow."
There was a slight splash of water behind him. Shan Ziwei was stiff, crawling out with hands and feet, and ran away without looking back.
"Hug, sorry, thank you ... interrupted!"
The dark-haired young man who was left was sitting in water. He touched the corner of his slightly swollen mouth with his thumb, and rubbed the tip of his red tongue on his lips, making an interesting smile.
Shan Ziwei rushed out of the bathroom directly. He would rather go out and run into a ghost than dare to stay with the host.
The corridor was empty, and Shan Wei ran into the new bedroom next to the bathroom in a hurry, staring at his right hand with a strong hate. His fingertips were still slightly numb and feverish, and he seemed to be nostalgic for the man's tight abs, raised mermaid line ... stop!
The heart of a nymphoma is barren. Explanation? How can this be explained? This cannot be explained at all!
His hand was so bad that he did not pick up someone else's pants directly!
"... g fan?"
Shan Zi Wei looked up and saw a bedroom wardrobe opened from the inside, and hyacinths came out.
She pushed her glasses and frowned at the wobbly list Wei. "I'm here."
The implication is to have Wei list another place to hide.
Shan Ziwei didn't mind the order of hyacinth, which was better than the other person asking him what happened before. He shook his hand and shook the previous cricket behind him.
"I found it," Shan Ziwei said to the hyacinth. "Maybe we can cooperate."
Shan Ziwei said that sound can seduce ghosts. Hyacinth groaned for a moment and said, "Do you mean that once we are in danger with each other, we will make each other's voices and lead the ghosts away?"
"It's not us, but everyone." Shan Ziwei said, "The phone bell is too attractive, and everyone who answers the phone is very dangerous. If we cooperate, the difficulty factor will be greatly reduced."
"Also, we don't have to make our own sounds. We can make some vocal organs, such as alarm clocks, and place them in an unoccupied place after a certain time to attract ghosts. We don't need to be involved.
Hyacinth looked at Shan Ziwei strangely, "You are really ... pretty good."
In the face of sudden praise, Shan Ziwei was a little shy, and he finally saved his status as an online game two hundred years ago.
Hyacinth agreed with Shan Ziwei's proposal, and she walked to the nightstand in the bedroom. "I remember an alarm clock here."
Shan Ziwei took the opportunity to survey the room. This is a very typical boy's bedroom with a full desk and bookshelf with some model magazines on it. There are two cabinets in the room. One is a wooden wardrobe where the hyacinth has just been hiding, and the other is an iron cabinet. It doesn't look like clothes, but a storage cabinet for sundries.
"This is the servant's bedroom." Hyacinth walked over and said with an alarm clock.
"Servant's?" Shan Ziwei said, "Where he lives ... feels great."
Yes, the room in front of you is almost the same size as the master bedroom opposite, and the furniture is very beautiful and complete, making it impossible to imagine that this is just a place where servants live.
"His copybook is on the desk. Compared to the handwriting, it is the servant who is right." Hyacinth paused before he said, "I still found his diary here."
She took out a brown book printed with "diary" from the toy box, and took it from the list. Wei had a code button on it. Obviously, you had to enter the code to open it.
The servants' diaries have been scattered all over the ancient house for them to view at will. It contains many background clues to the story. At this time, a complete servant's diary appeared in front of Shan Ziwei, but a password was needed to view it, which shows that the information buried in this diary is very critical and may point directly to the final outcome.
Shan Ziwei looked at the lock. It was a digital lock with a total of 4 digits.
No number prompt appears?
Shan Ziwei returned the diary to the hyacinth, and they searched again in the room. Shan Ziwei opened the tin cabinet and found some cleaning supplies such as broom pots and scoops inside. It looks like this is indeed the room of the little servant in the memory.
Shan Zi Wei is thinking about how to use these props to make some simple sound settings, and the phone ringing suddenly.
"Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~"
Shan Ziwei and hyacinth looked at each other stupidly for no reason-too fast!
The ghost call rang a total of 4 times, the first few times almost every one hour, the time of the phone ringing this time, less than 30 minutes from the previous ringing!
Overwhelmingly emerged in Shan Wei's mind: Will the interval between ghost calls get shorter and shorter in the future? Do they have to be on the phone in the end? In this hide-and-seek hide-and-seek?
"This time, it's Pearl answer, right." Hyacinth picks his glasses nervously. She suddenly trembled and hurriedly climbed into the closet: "The ghost is coming—"
"Titicaca ~ Titicaca ~~~"
The terrible laughter of ghosts descended from the stairs, and it was still thinking about the appalling death song.
"Dug my eyes, I can still see you ... plug my ears, I can still hear you ..."
Shan Zi Wei lay motionless on the wall beside the door, listening to the ghost passing by the wall. He swallowed the fear with force, pushed the door quietly a little, and looked out.
His current room is in the northeast corner of the old house, and it is difficult to see the living room from the door gap alone. But at the first glance, Shan Ziwei saw the diagonally opposite door, that is, the door of the master bedroom room, was pushed open with some trembling, revealing the pale face of pearl tea.
She stared blankly in the direction of the living room, struggling with a look.
This is the most desperate scene, Ghost arrived before the phone one step before the players waited for the door.
According to the agreement, even if the ghost stayed in front of the phone, pearl milk tea had to answer the phone within one minute.
They didn't know that sound could lead ghosts away.
Shan Ziwei gritted his teeth and picked up the alarm clock. He opened the door and instantly attracted the attention of Pearl Milk Tea. Shan Ziwei silently made a cheering gesture to the girl, and then exhausted all efforts to run up to the second floor and rush to the innermost guest room. He turned the alarm clock to 10 seconds and the bell rang. When he opened the cabinet, he would put the alarm clock in, but he did not expect to hit the rose blood.
The two stared at each other in shock for a second, and Shan Ziwei quickly returned to his thoughts: there was almost no time--
He had no time to say anything, turned and ran to the study room opposite, and tucked the alarm clock into the cupboard of the podium.
This alone was not enough, and Wei Wei had no time to breathe, returned to the stairs on the second floor, and uttered the most fearless shout of his life.
"I'm here, come and catch me--"
Click, click, click, click, click! !! !!
The shout of the white-haired youth echoed in the ancient house, and almost at the moment he shouted, the sound of the ghost's footsteps fell on the first floor stairs.
So fast!
Shan Ziwei had no time to run into the intended entertainment room, and his brain rushed into the study on the right with a blank space, hiding in shock at the original position.
Did it see me? Am I closed? Do I really set an alarm? ...
Cold sweat slid down the cheeks of the white-haired young man. Under the shroud of fear, Shan Ziwei's thoughts were extremely chaotic.
"Okay ... good, good, I, I, I, I'm here for you--"
The voice of the ghost close at hand completely frozen Shan Wei's thoughts. His wide pupil reflected a hand with a long white skin. It held a flower knife, and the flower knife reflected a flat twisted face. Wei smiled at the list.
Shan Ziwei's soul made an overwhelming noise, and he felt numbly: he caught me.
For example, after a second or a century, the sound of Heng Yuan came from the other side of the world. It was not loud, but pulled Wei Shan from the edge of death.
"Zi ... Three bears live in a family, father bear, mother bear, bear doll ..."
Alert rings.
The cute ballad caught the ghost's attention for a moment, it no longer drilled under the desk, and left the study room shaking its deformed body.
Shan Wei's hands and feet crawled out of the table softly, his thoughts were still paralyzed.
Even if I know that this is a game, even if I know that the big deal is to die, I still have fear when facing that kind of thing.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly and the ghost call was successfully resolved.
"Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~"
Shanzi Wei gradually regained his consciousness, and found that the successful solution was just his imagination.
Why doesn't the ringtone stop? Didn't Pearl Milk Tea answer the phone?
Shan Wei hurried to the door, carefully looking at the corridor, and saw the ghost's shadow at the end of the corridor.
Obviously the ghost has been led away. Why didn't pearl milk tea answer the phone? What happened?
Soon Shan Wei realized a more serious matter-wait, now ... how long has it passed?
Then, Shan Ziwei heard the scream.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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