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Chapter 7

After Xu Shuo dealt with the cannon fodder Zhan Qian, he turned around and followed the system's instructions, and went downstairs to his room.

Those few players probably have already explored their own rooms. I'm afraid they have found some supplies. Only he still doesn't know what his place is like, and whether there is any evidence of his identity in it.

Before the meeting adjourned, the conscientious butler NPC gave a critical time point.

Ten p.m!

And now there is still an hour and a half before ten o'clock.

After a while, the demons and goblins might come out and dance wildly, and he also needs to make some preparations to deal with it.

The chef's room is on the right side of the first floor, near the stairs. There are three rooms side by side here, probably all servants live there.

Xu Shuo pushed the door in, and then smoothly locked the door.

After taking a general look at the layout of the room, Xu Shuo began to search for "my" things, but it turned out that no matter whether it was the table or the wardrobe, they were all clean and there was nothing superfluous.

There were a few cookbooks on the table, which showed signs of being frequently flipped through. It seemed that the murderer was serious about being a cook before committing the crime. Even the open notebooks contained improved recipes.

So, did you come here to become a chef because of hatred, or did you become a chef after becoming a chef?

Xu Shuo looked at the notebook in boredom, except for the improvement of the recipe, there were some random notes on it, such as the housekeeper said that the husband wanted to eat sweet and sour fish tomorrow, or another little chef wanted to ask him about cooking.

I can't see the owner's emotional tendency at all.

But before a person kills, it is impossible for him to be silent, unless he is a neuropathy whose thinking does not pass through the brain.

There were no extra clues on the table, and apart from the neatly folded clothes in the closet, nothing suspicious was found.

Xu Shuo sat on the bed thinking, suddenly thought of something, bent down as if feeling something, and looked under the bed.

Under the dark and narrow bed, there was a box quietly placed in the deepest part.

Oh?Find the target!
Xu Shuo quickly moved the tin box out, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the lid was locked with that old-fashioned lock.

Xu Shuo: "..."

He paused for a while, then got up and left the room, walked through the living room and dining room with a calm expression in the dark night, and went to the kitchen to take a kitchen knife.

After returning to the room and relocking the door, Xu Shuo directly hacked at the lock.

"Crack!"

The lock made an overwhelmed sound, and the spring inside loosened, and he cut a few more times to completely remove the lock.

After unlocking the lock, Xu Shuo opened the box, and first saw a withered rose.

It has turned dark red, withered and rotten roses lying quietly on a white dress, crimson and pale dotted with a melancholy picture.

[Congratulations to the player who triggered the role task: Zhang Shou. 】

The system suddenly came out with a ding.

Xu Shuo paused, opened the task panel of the system and looked, and found that this is not a main task that must be completed, and there is not even a clear task requirement.

However, the chef's identity information has been fully disclosed to him, and the role mission of "Zhang Shou" appears in the form of a card, and there is a progress bar under the card, which is currently empty.

I don't know what will happen if it is full.

……

Night falls.

All the lights in the manor were extinguished, leaving only a dim light at the end of the corridor on both sides of the villa, but it did not play the role of lighting at all, and added a bit of gloom.

Soon, a certain door was gently opened, and then, the petite figure walked out of the room and turned into another corridor in the night.

When passing by the master bedroom, the figure seemed to glance at the door, but did not stop. He went straight to the door of the room at the deepest part of the corridor, turned the doorknob, opened the door and walked in.

Then there was the sound of a door being locked.

At this time, in the room near the aisle, Zhan Qian withdrew her listening movement and continued to focus on the table in front of her.

She dug out all the things she had brought and looked at them. Except for a letter of entrustment from the owner of the manor, the rest were all kinds of strange props needed for occultism.

Here comes the problem, the photographer can't take pictures, so as a occultist, she doesn't know occult at all!
Tarot cards, crosses, crystals, candles... what are these things?

Can help find the ghost?

In fact, there may be a more important question, is she a liar in her identity?

After all, modern society... Forget it, what kind of science is there even after time travel.

Zhan Qian sorted out her belongings. The entrustment letter from the manor owner tactfully stated that a mysterious phenomenon had occurred in her manor, so she asked her to come and investigate. There was no extra information other than that.

It is a normal confidential entrustment letter.

"This game is too hateful, it doesn't give any information at the beginning!" Zhan Qian put down the entrustment letter through gritted teeth, and picked up her pile of mysterious items.

She focused on stringing up the cross and wearing it.

Although I don't know if the things that deal with vampires are useful for dealing with ghosts, but I just carry it with me, and then I lit the simple white candle and held it in my hand as a lighting tool.

Zhan Qian, who was well prepared, walked to the door of the room. After hesitating for a while, she returned to the room and sat down.

"It's only ten o'clock, maybe the ghost hasn't come out yet." Zhan Qian muttered softly, but it was fine to just sit, so she turned over her backpack unwillingly.

……

At the same time, on the other side, it was almost the same conversation.

"The lights have just been turned off now, and people probably haven't slept yet."

"Then let's rest for a while, so that we will be more energetic later."

"You sleep on the floor."

"..."

Because of their status as a couple, Tan Xiaohe and Yang Ming lived in the same room.

After entering the door, Yang Ming held the tablet he had brought and checked it out. It turned out that there were no cameras installed in the entire villa, not to mention bugs.

Yang Ming thought about it: "What are you talking about, so you are so determined not to install a camera when you have so many servants?"

Tan Xiaohe leaned on the bed, and casually said while playing with her mobile phone: "Maybe there are ghosts in the villa."

"..."

After saying this, the room suddenly fell into silence. It was so dark that only the computer screen was bright, and the mobile game played a small sound, which was extremely strange.

Suddenly, Qin Xiaohe looked at the man sitting on the ground strangely, and said with a sneer, "You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?"

Yang Ming had an awkward expression: "No."

Then, in case the woman continued to taunt him, Yang Ming quickly changed the subject: "You said what would happen if you failed to complete the main task?"

"I don't know." Tan Xiaohe was playing with Xiaoxiaole boredly, and said, "Anyway, I don't want to try it."

"I don't want to either."

"So don't hold me back."

"..."

With such a vicious teammate, Yang Ming really felt very tired, but fortunately, they only had one mission, and they had all kinds of very practical props to assist them, so they should be able to complete the mission soon.

Just don't know what that treasure will be.

(End of this chapter)