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Chapter 419 The Fat Man's Underwear

“But the number of deaths in the serial murder case next door is eight…” Mingyue couldn’t help but speak up.

The fortune teller didn't have time to think about the death toll; she quickly asked, "Are you done asking?"

Chu Changge nodded.

“Alright, let’s wrap this up,” the fortune teller said, staring at the pen in his hand. “Please leave now.”

If the spirit of the Ouija board is kind-hearted, it should leave at this time.

But Gu Mian waited for a long time and did not see the candle next to him relight. At the same time, he noticed that the invisible hand seemed to be even colder. He felt as if he was holding a piece of ice, and his blood was almost frozen.

It doesn't want to leave.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the fortune teller's forehead. She repeated herself, "Please leave."

The Ouija board remained unresponsive, and at the same time, everyone felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop, causing them to shiver.

"What's going on!" Caoyuan stared wide-eyed at Gu Mian and the other person.

Beads of sweat suddenly rolled down the fortune teller's forehead: "I told you there might be unexpected problems... After all, summoning a spirit is inherently a very dangerous thing..."

The room was eerily quiet, and the temperature continued to drop, as if something was about to appear.

Caoyuan swallowed hard, took a step back, and quietly reached for the doorknob, only to find to his astonishment that the door was locked.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push open the door in front of me.

None of them can leave.

"The door won't open!" Seeing this, he finally raised his voice and shouted to the others.

Mingyue immediately looked over here, and, not believing it, ran over and tried to twist the handle hard, but of course, she couldn't open it.

"What should we do?" Mingyue quickly turned around to look at the others.

No one seemed to care about the door; the fortune teller remained intently focused on the pen in his hand, while the bespectacled man watched from the side.

The doctor even had the audacity to reach out his other hand to touch the guitar bag next to him.

The others, however, seemed to be watching the spectacle with amusement.

Looking at the scene before her, Mingyue's heart pounded. These people...

Just as the temperature inside the room had dropped to an extremely frightening level, Chu Changge suddenly spoke up: "He wants to come out."

Gu Mian looked at Chu Changge with some confusion, only to see a pale hand already reaching out from his pocket.

Outside the dilapidated building, a tall, thin old man with gray hair was leisurely walking with a small stool on his back, swaying his head. Suddenly, a hand reached out from the corner and yanked him into the darkness. Half a minute later, a horribly dead body appeared in the middle of the road.

Five minutes later, an older woman pushed her bicycle over and was startled by the corpse on the ground. She immediately took out her old-fashioned mobile phone, which was trembling, and pressed three buttons.

"What just happened!" Grassland pressed his back against the door, swallowing hard as he looked at the people around the table.

The temperature inside the room had returned to normal by now, all thanks to a hand that had reached out from the pocket of that beautiful woman.

Indeed, they saw with their own eyes a pale hand suddenly emerge from the Chu beauty's pocket and swiftly grasp the pen.

In that instant, the chilling aura around them vanished without a trace, as did the pale hand.

Chu Changge looked at the person at the door with a blank expression: "It's nothing."

Looking at Chu Changge's face, Caoyuan shuddered. He quickly turned around and turned the doorknob: "You guys are too strange. I want to leave this godforsaken place..." At this moment, the door was suddenly turned open by him. Without hesitation, Caoyuan quickly ran away from the man who looked like a ghost.

Mingyue was clearly not willing to stay with them any longer. She glanced at Gu Mian and the others, then quickly followed Caoyuan away.

Little Rabbit Maru followed.

Suddenly, only Gu Mian and five others remained in the room.

The fortune teller looked at Chu Changge with considerable wariness: "What just came out of your pocket?"

Chu Changge pushed up his glasses and repeated, "It's nothing."

"Is it a ghost?" Liu Ruyan suddenly asked. "I wonder which dungeon's ghost it is, that it can be carried as a special item."

What? The fortune teller's mouth dropped open slightly: "This works?"

Just as the fortune teller expressed his surprise, Chu Changge suddenly stood up, frowned slightly, and walked into the bedroom.

Gu Mian put down the saw she had already obtained and followed Chu Changge inside. She saw Chu Changge standing by the window looking outside. At that moment, Gu Mian also heard a sound, which seemed to be coming from downstairs.

There were no security bars installed on the outside of the glass, and the view outside was very clear.

A group of elderly men and women were crowded together, forming a circle, and it looked like someone was lying in the middle of the circle.

With his excellent eyesight, Gu Mian saw that the person in the center of the circle seemed to be dead. His expression was terrified, and his limbs were twisted. He was an ugly corpse.

Some of the elderly people nearby covered their eyes slightly with their hands, seemingly unable to look directly at the horrific corpse.

At this moment, the others also came to the window and looked at the corpse below.

"Was it done by a ghost?" Gu Mian frowned as she stared at the corpse in the circle of people. "Someone must have called the police by now."

The police will definitely arrive here soon, and there is a body in their house.

"It'd better leave here quickly," Gu Mian turned and walked out of the bedroom, "otherwise, I might have to experience something I've never experienced before before."

The fat man scratched his nose: "I don't want to go to the police station either... but where are we going?"

The fortune teller suddenly interjected: "When we consulted the Ouija board earlier, didn't we find out that there was a murder case in the next city where nine people died? But whether it's official reports or rumors, the death toll is eight. What are your thoughts on this?"

Gu Mian returned to the sofa and picked up her guitar case: "Based on my years of experience with horror movies, the ninth person in the last batch who was killed may have been possessed by a ghost after being killed, and he is currently hiding among us."

Players also died in the previous series of murders, so the ghost could easily impersonate a player.

At this moment, the fat man suddenly raised his hand: "Of course it couldn't be the five of us. The five of us were matched together in the dungeon! We know each other inside and out."

The fortune teller wore a bitter expression: "Then I'll be the only one left."

“Of course, those three who just left are also suspects,” Gu Mian suddenly stepped forward and patted the fortune teller on the shoulder. “Although you don’t look like a ghost, I still have to ask you a question to test you.”

The fortune teller craned his neck slightly to listen carefully: "What's the question?"

Gu Mian leaned closer and whispered, "What color were Fatty's underwear when we ran the dungeon together last time?"

The fortune teller stood there, dumbfounded.

"The last time we ran a dungeon together..." Wasn't it the Sweet Lovers dungeon? The fortune teller suddenly remembered, "There wasn't a fat guy in that dungeon."

(End of this chapter)