There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 11 Knock in the middle of the night
"This rose looks like it has been picked for a long time."

Tan Xiaohe boldly picked up the rotten rose on the corpse and observed it closely. Anyway, they all wore gloves when they came out to touch things, so they didn't worry about leaving any fingerprints.

"You still put this kind of thing. Could it be that the old housekeeper has some ulterior relationship with his husband?" Yang Ming let his thoughts go, then suddenly frowned and murmured: "No, there seems to be nothing in the yard. There are no roses..."

"Who knows." Tan Xiaohe put the flowers back, and lifted the white cloth to look at the corpse again, looking very perverted.

The color of the corpse in the night vision goggles, the stiff and pale face, is indeed full of horror.

Yang Ming: "..."

Tan Xiaohe touched under the pillow again, but found nothing, and regretfully covered the white cloth back, and said, "Don't be dazed, quickly find this room and leave, lest the people next door find anything."

Yang Ming looked away with a stiff face and continued to look through the closet. The two of them didn't even let go of their pockets.

However, at this moment, when Tan Xiaohe, who was standing next to him, turned his head inadvertently, his eyes widened suddenly as if he saw something.

"What... what's wrong?" He panicked.

"He, he, he..." Tan Xiaohe pointed behind him and couldn't agree on a word.

behind him?
Isn't there a bed behind him? !
What can you see that makes this heavy-tasting girl look terrified, and she rarely leans over like a real girl? !

At this moment, Yang Ming's heart felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and the cold feeling of fear rose all the way from the tailbone to the top of his head, goosebumps all over his body, and he turned his head trembling and looking back in fear.

At this moment, he thought a lot in his heart.

Then saw nothing.

Yang Ming: "..."

"Hahahaha!" Tan Xiaohe burst out into a burst of suppressed ridicule suddenly, covering his mouth and shaking his shoulders, with a teasing smile on his brows and eyes: "Okay, I'm kidding you."

Yang Ming said with a wooden face: "It's not funny at all."

I don't know if in the law of horror movies, bad jokes usually come true, this is called a flag.

With Tan Xiaohe as an interruption, Yang Ming would involuntarily turn his head to look at the bed when searching, just to see if the flag that was planted could still be pulled down.

But until they searched all the places in the master bedroom where they could put things, there was no dead body incident there.

Yang Ming heaved a sigh of relief, it seems that what they entered was not a horror film set.

"I want to go to the housekeeper's room to look for it too." Tan Xiaohe looked at the task unwillingly and said suddenly.

"Why do you look like a real thief..." Yang Ming was a little speechless: "I haven't read the data I just copied from the computer, maybe there will be some news in it."

"Then you go back and read the information, and I'll continue to touch the butler's room." Tan Xiaohe still didn't give up.

It was already two or three o'clock in the morning, but they still hadn't found anything, and they didn't have time to search all of this huge manor. They didn't say when this script killing would end.

What if it's over tomorrow morning?
Yang Ming comforted: "No, script killing usually ends after the truth is restored."

"Then if the truth can never be restored, we can't be stuck here forever, right? Isn't there a time limit for your scripts?" Tan Xiaohe asked back.

"..." That's not necessarily the case.

"Anyway, we just need to complete our mission anyway. Who knows what this treasure will be, what if we accidentally miss it?" Tan Xiaohe continued, as if she was determined to touch someone's room.

Seeing this, Yang Ming sighed: "Then you go, I'll at most let you off the hook. But with all due respect, your obsessive way of going your own way is really too much like the first person in a horror movie to receive a boxed lunch." .”

"roll!"

Tan Xiaohe rolled her eyes, walked to the door and quietly opened the door and glanced outside. When she saw no one, she quickly stepped out, followed by Yang Ming.

The light in the study is still on, the door is half closed, and the warm yellow light is projected into the corridor from the inside.

Two figures walking close to the wall slipped past without a sound. After reaching the aisle, Yang Ming pointed to the study room for her, and then the cat was in the corner.

Since this girl insists on touching other people's room, then let him let it out and watch the movement of the study here.

Both of them thought very clearly that if they dared to turn on the light in the middle of the night, they were people from the villa, and the other party had the key to the study room, so their identities were ready to be revealed.

Qin Xiaohe made an OK gesture and ran away quickly.

The villa at night was extremely quiet, and those who fell into sleep could not imagine the undercurrent surging outside at this moment.

Yang Ming was leaning against the corner with a calm expression. He didn't know what he was thinking. The darkness in the night vision goggles was blue, but this pair of glasses didn't seem to be high-end. His vision was only about two meters away from him, and he couldn't see at any distance. Cleared up.

He occasionally pays attention to the movement in the study, and more often, he looks at other places in the villa.

Unsurprisingly, the two of them probably weren't the only ones who came out to go out at night. I just hope that the tasks of other people are not opposed to them.

Otherwise, it would be ugly to fight.

In the silent darkness, there was only a raving sound from the study. Yang Ming turned his head, and suddenly felt that he heard something else, which was very subtle but familiar.

The reason why he was so sensitive was precisely because he had just been frightened like this just now.

"Click...click...click..."

the sound of.

The speed was not regular, and it sounded again with a very weird frequency, as if reflecting the emotion of the existence that made the sound.

In the extremely quiet villa, the voice from the darkness suddenly became very clear in his mind.

Isn't this just someone continuing to press the doorknob? !
Yang Ming came back to his senses, and quickly checked the nearby rooms, but turned left to the room in the second corridor, there was no doorknob pushed down, and no one came out of the study.

He carefully distinguished it again, and found that this subtle voice was indeed not an illusion, it was still ringing.

Is it somewhere else?
Wait, Yang Ming suddenly looked down at the hall.

This side is actually close to the gate of the villa. At this time, after he consciously turned all his attention away, he felt more and more that the voice was coming from there.

If you keep pressing the doorknob, it can't be that the people inside want to get out, it's only when someone outside wants to come in, but the door is locked and can't be opened.

If it was a helper brought in by the housekeeper, if it was also a guest staying overnight like them, why didn't the other party ring the doorbell?

Deep mountains, late night, thunderstorms, a gloomy house, a gloomy knock on the door in the middle of the night...

For a moment, Yang Ming's mind was full of scripts.

He pressed the Bluetooth headset, lowered his voice and asked, "Hey, what happened to what you were looking for?"

"Why? Is there something wrong?" Qin Xiaohe's voice came from the earphone.

"In the middle of the night, someone put the doorknob of the villa outside to play with. I don't think I can stand it anymore. Let's withdraw first..."

The sudden tragic death of the owner of the manor, the rotten roses, and the mystic who was brought in... Yang Ming really didn't want to think too deeply about what kind of script this would be.

Although he has never played Scenario Killing before, he still knows a lot about this game after being educated on the Internet for so long.

Although most script killings are based on realistic logical reasoning, there are also some script killings that can appear surreal and mysterious elements, which are called variants.

In short, reps can go to hell.

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