Trafford’s Trading Club

“Curse the Horror House? What is it?”

In the school cafeteria —— even the cafeteria, of course, is divided into several levels: the civilian cafeteria on the ground floor, where ten dollars is full, and even cheaper. And then there's the restaurant on the second and third floor.

Close to a chair by the window, teammates mysteriously opened a web page in front of Dong Shaofeng with their phones... The introduction of the curtain is a pixel pattern like the horror game interface of the last century.

Due to the low pixel relationship, it is only possible to see the approximation of the website portal - even so, there is still a chilling feeling in Dong Shao's heart.

The screen is painted black on all sides, and in the middle is a Qi Liu Hai doll in a Gothic dress with a knife in her hand and a strange, bloodstained smile on her face - the background is full moon erosion with a dark red glow.

The name of the teammate is Ah Qiang. At this time, seeing Dong Shaofeng seems to be a little interested, he stretched his head. "This was introduced to me by someone else, saying that it is very inspiring. The owner of the Terror House can help you curse anyone you want to curse. ”

The teammates next to him were stunned. His name was Ming Zhen--Ming Zhen--Ming Zhen--habitually called A-Zhen--Qiang and A-Zhen--have always been teammates of Dong Shaofeng at school.

In fact, Ah-jin and Ah Qiang have known each other since childhood. On a night with stars, they became good base friends.

Feeling free to take another look at the portal of the so-called 'Curse House’, Dong Shaofeng shook his head and looked at Ah Qiang. “If the school didn't have some degree reserved for local students, if your boss didn't open a processing plant, it would be a bit of an asset, donated a lot. I really don't get it. How can you come to school here with wisdom? ”

“Alas, there's not much wind, the point is, whether I can do it or not, the important thing is that I'm already on it, okay? ”

Dong Shaofeng rolled his eyes, “Go play for yourself. ”

Shake his head, lunch is over, Dong Shaofeng gets up and leaves his seat - usually at this time he chooses to take a nap in the gym lounge - he is a member of the school basketball team.

“Try it, there won't be less meat.” Keung ignored Dong Shaofeng's disdain and grabbed his phone and started researching it.

“Keung, let me see it too?” Ah-jin sat over.

“Oops, don't get so close! Hot!”

……

Today Dong Shaofeng did not go to the usual nap place, but came to the front of the study room - beside a vending machine outside the study room.

A girl with a good figure is being kissed by Dong Shaofeng - although Dong Shaofeng already has too much experience, she easily flirted with the girl to attract a little mess.

Especially in semi-confidential, semi-public places, irritation can be easily detected, making girls more sensitive to areas that are already sensitive.

Unlike the emotions of girls... Dong Shaofeng's skilled skills, there is no wave in the heart.

Finally, the girl gasped and separated herself from Dong Shaofeng's lips... her body bones almost softened off and affixed to Dong Shaofeng's chest.

“You are so bad, deliberately picking a place like this...” the girl whispered, “You don't usually come here. ”

Perhaps, however, you can enjoy the tranquillity after this warmth, after all, in the study room, very quiet nearby - but suddenly, a sudden singing broke the tranquillity.

The girl went out of the vending machine probe and looked at the study room a few meters away. Through the glass, she could see that there was a skinny boy with glasses in the study room for a while. At this time, for some reason, she stood on the table and started singing with her voice and dancing with her hands and feet.

“Is this man under too much pressure?” Girls just feel novel.

Dong Shaofeng smiled only slightly - this is the smile that appeared only at this moment, starting from the meeting with this girl here.

Seems to be intimate with the flowers envied by this neighbor, and nothing that happened in the study room at this time bothered him.

He put his phone back in his trouser belt and whispered something in the girl's ear, only to see her head slightly lowered... nodded.

The men and women of this machine quietly left, and the men in the study room who were ripping open their voices screaming glasses jumped down, then lowered their heads and went back to their seats. After everyone was surprised and finished packing their things, they held their bags down and rushed out.

The university study room doesn't have a teacher... well, it's just an illustration, and nobody cares too much, maybe it's really too much pressure. Come on?

……

……

It's also self-study, with people choosing to study in the study room, and people choosing to be in the library —— people choosing to be in the sofa area inside the library, and people choosing to be on the shore grass of an artificial lake outside the library.

“What is it? ”

A very discerning voice… Tara's voice suddenly rang behind Zhen Ming's neck, followed by a cold, clinging to Zhen Ming's neck.

Chen Ming's consciousness frowned and the girl seemed to find herself all of a sudden... he didn't go to pick up the mineral water stuffed around her neck like a Tara prank.

But Tara sat next to him and took his notebook directly from Ming Ming's hand.

It's a sketch, painted with a blue ballpoint pen, and it's pretty much done.

“You're going to go crazy!” Tara just glanced and held her chest, and I saw pity, "there was such a wonderful girl beside her! How dare you paint a man! ”

“Double off? ”

“No doubles off!” Tara glanced back.

Chen Ming smiled and wondered: "Where are you taking me today? ”

Tara mumbled for a moment and suddenly squeezed her eyes, then pulled Zhen Zheng's body down and put it on her own legs, "Dream! ”

For some reason, it makes sense that she doesn't resist such contact - not because of the soft legs of the girl and the smell on her body.

It's because time seems to slow down and cause fatigue, as if lying on a grassland beneath a blue sky and a white cloud... as if you can really see the blue sky.

But the tone of a message suddenly broke the tranquility of the moment.

Chen Ming's heavy eyelids opened suddenly and took a look at his phone.

Tara glanced again, seemingly a avatar showing the ID of a blank grid, while also finding out that the social software on the phone was really clean.

When Chen Ming finished reading the message, he deleted the message and restored the interface to a blank space.

Tara found out that it wasn't always that clean, but that he kept it clean.

“Why delete it? There are secrets that can't be seen?” Tara joked: “Could it be that you have other women?! ”

“A friend.” Chen Ming bluntly said: “Ask something. ”

“So you won't reply? ”

“It's not necessary," said Ming Ming.

“It's cold.” Tara shook her head while sticking her finger out to poke Cheung Ming's cheek.

Just that Ming Ming's tiredness came again and ignored it.

Tara suddenly asked, "Have you heard of the curse to kill the Horror House? ”

“What is that...” Chen Zheng was confused, dreamy, and gradually went to sleep.

Tara looked at the statement that her breathing had slowed down and smiled slightly, lowering her head to reveal her tender eyes and pressing her hand over his forehead.

An extraordinarily pure and clean spirit, it begins to float around… on the lake, the beavers swing.

……

When Ming Chang woke up, Tara disappeared again, just like before.

When I just flipped through the notebook, I saw my sketch, and it was painted like a child's graffiti —— with a tongue-inspired Q face.

That's when the phone rang.

“Do you have time for this afternoon? Come out and talk. ”

It's Zhou Yuxuan's phone.

……

……

Bureau.

During the lunch break, Baby is fighting in the office - with a noodle just eaten!

Suddenly.

“Xiaobao--!! ”

A sudden shout shouted and scared Baby, so Baby's hand suddenly shook up - the priest in the game, named ‘Baby the Dairy God', was planning to throw a monomer to his teammates for a long time, then the skill point was wrong, and he turned into a spell antibody - so the bleeding teammates were instantly chopped to death by the physics monster machete...

“Lin Feng, I'm going to your sister!!” Bao turned around and said angrily: “I'm about to clear the first floor of the Too Shady King Tower! Fight for nothing!!! ”

“Fort King of the Shadows? What the hell is that?” Lin Feng reached out and touched Bao's forehead: “No fever? ”

“Go, go, go! What do you know? This is the new version. Everybody grab the Battering Tower! It's been so many days, most of them haven't broken through the first floor, there was hope today, and I risked being discovered by the new South Forensics... it's all your fault!” Baby doesn't have a good airway.

“Didn't you have two particularly powerful friends of the Great God? Let them take you.” Lin Feng shrugged his shoulders and sat at random on the table.

Bao stretched out his lazy waist... Anyway, he killed the MT in the team. At this point, he was being scolded by the screen. He was also so lazy, "They are preparing to break through the ninth floor, where are they free? One area on the ninth floor of Demon King's Castle, blowing up the ninth floor of the first area to reach the area below. ”

“I don't understand.” Lin Feng also hit a debt.

Bao frowned, “Are you free? What are you doing here? ”

Lin Feng sighed: “The corpse case is still foggy. Liu Bureau trained Ma SIR and Zhou SIR this morning for over an hour, and then they came back to train us for over an hour. It's not over yet. ”

“Oh, so I'm here to take refuge.” Xiaobao poured Lin Feng a glass of water.

“Yes, Grandpa, Brother Bao, save us. Any new discoveries?” Lin Feng asked eagerly.

"No useful clues were found at all at the scene," said Bao. "The killer really destroyed all traces... I've never seen him so cautiously and carefully. Generally speaking, there are two kinds of killers: conscious and unconscious. Unconscious killing leaves a lot of traces, which is quite simple. And conscious killing must be well-planned, so after killing, they'll purposefully sweep the surrounding traces —— but you know, even with intentional killing, well, it must have been a while since the beginning to the end, no matter how careful, it's impossible to say that there's no trace of evidence left —— unless he perfectly executes every step of the way, but if that's the case, then this killer is really terrible. You see, the mutilation is inherently a very cruel thing, indicating the killer's psychological distortion, and the scene is so clean, indicating that he is another calm person... Check it out! ”

Saying, Bao logged out the game with tears and started looking at the file, "These are the photos I took later at Wang Liang and Wu Rong's death scene. How do you feel looking at these photos? ”

A photograph began to flash in Lin Feng's eyes.

Shoe cabinets at entrance, living room, room, kitchen, bathroom… and freezer for hiding corpses.

“See anything?” Xiaobao looked at Lin Feng and asked.

Lin SIR frowned and squeezed his chest around his head. It took a while to say: “Seems like… everything is too neat? ”

“Yeah, neat.” Xiaobao nodded, "Although no one has lived here for a long time, most places have dust, but everything here is arranged very neatly, even the stacked bowls in the cabinet are placed in the same direction... Look, this is the Wang Liang family, this is the Wu Rong family, isn't this how they are arranged? ”

“Really...” Lin Feng opened his mouth.

"'Yes, Wang Liang and Wu Rong are people of different personalities,' said Bao. 'Why do they feel so similar where they live? ”

“You mean... the killer did all this?” Lin Feng rubbed his eyebrows: “Is this cleansing habit too serious? Obsessive-compulsive?

“I don't know about that.” Xiaobao shrugged: “But even knowing the character of the killer is useless... now it seems you can't even find the suspect? ”

“Alas...” Lin Feng was frustrated, “It seems that there is a mysterious power that is manipulating everything in secret. ”

“Yo, Brother Feng, are you one of them? Looks like I'm not alone. ”

Lin Feng's phone suddenly rang.

“... OK, I get it, I'll show you now. ”

Xiaobao asked curiously; “What's wrong, Ma SIR's life-crushing phone? ”

Lin Feng shook his head, "No, someone reported a suicide, I have to go and see what's going on... I think you'll be notified soon. ”

Watching Lin Feng wind and fire go out, Bao patted his hand and spread it out. “Can I still play boss today? ”

……

“Good harvest today. ”

On the street, the two main servants walked slowly - even today, Mr. Lo's habit of shopping for supermarket discount days remains unchanged.

But in front of an alley, both Lochu and the maid stopped at the same time.

The two of them looked inside.

Just in a dark alley, standing a blind lightbox billboard... the lightbox billboard is just slightly bright.

It says, "Kill the Horror House."

“Here, when did you open a shop like this?” Lochu said curiously.