Is this class the one I should take?

Regrettably, perhaps because Lu Shubei's sense of presence is too high, the players asked him to leave when they were drawing the second painting.

In this regard, Lu Shubei didn't feel frustrated in his self-esteem, after all, he was an old senior who had been repeated for so many years.What he was worried about was the sudden bang from the door after it was closed in front of his eyes.

It was the whistling sound of the train passing through the tunnel.

……

Can't go on drawing any more.

No.

But he also knew that if he knocked on the door again, he would not get a response.Just like before, it fell into silence again.

After going through these few incidents, Lu Shubei thought about it and noticed a word:

"Script kill."

The task in this dungeon seems to be related to it.Those newcomers in the classroom, playing the role of players in the game, rushed to this hotel wave after wave, and then died, like moths being burned to the ground.

What about him?In this dungeon, what role does he play?

Lu Shubei went downstairs. After visiting the worker, he went to the front desk to complain that the neighbor was too noisy.

Sure enough, after he said this, the front desk employee smiled sweetly and told him:

"Hello, sir, it's like this. No one lives next door to you."

This was the expected answer from Lu Shubei. Immediately afterwards, Lu Shubei revealed his real goal:

"So, can I book the room next door?"

As a result, it was fine if Lu Shubei didn't say this, but when he said this, the girl at the front desk who was still looking at the computer screen just now turned her head suddenly and stared at him, her cold eyes reminded him of a snake.

"Excuse me, sir."

She opened her mouth, and her tone was like a snake, as if slowly crawling through the grass:

"That room, I advise you not to live in it."

Next is some popular science about supernatural events. The problem is that the generalization ability of the front desk staff is too poor, or she likes to describe the details too much. In short, the story is too long. He squatted down by the pool, took out a few coins and threw them into the pool.

In addition, although the fish's eyes were devoid of emotion, Lu Shubei could still feel the emotion from the red carp's eyes, and saw its desire for bread crumbs.

As for Lu Shubei, he can only draw a cake for others.

On the other side, the front desk's story was finally finished, and she emphasized again: "Please be careful."

Very well, generally speaking, after hearing such stories and prompts, people will definitely retreat from difficulties, but the people in supernatural stories will definitely die.

Lu Shubei stood up leisurely by the small pool, and turned his head to look.

——Actually, when the front desk staff started telling the story, he noticed one thing: this person seemed to be trying to scare him.

It is true that the protagonist of a ghost story will die, but this is in a horror dungeon, and players are usually cautious and cautious.After hearing what the npc said, everyone would give up if it wasn't necessary.

So, the front desk is preventing him from booking a room?

Then Lu Shubei must order it.

Fortunately, the purpose of the front desk is to serve the guests, and he must make an order, so the person can only lower her suddenly elongated pupils and operate.

After a while, Lu Shubei got a new room card.

Holding the card in his hand, he walked into the elevator and suddenly had an illusion.

In fairy tales, there will always be a girl who is told not to go to a certain room in the house, and then the girl makes a mistake, and maybe it will end up with love in the end.

So on the way to that room, Lu Shubei had the illusion that he was a princess.

The little princess stopped when she walked to the door of the room.

It wasn't that he hesitated or was afraid, but that he instinctively sensed a faint gaze behind him, and immediately turned to look.

Sure enough, there seemed to be a person squatting in the nearby safe passage.When Lu Shubei walked over, the man backed away for a moment, then suddenly became agitated, tugged at Lu Shubei's trouser legs and laughed excitedly.

It was a little dark near the stairs of this hotel, Lu Shubei looked carefully for a while, and then realized that it was the grandmother who was going crazy this morning.

The old man seemed not to give up yet, and, groping at the moment, she handed the kitchen knife she was carrying with her to Lu Shubei:

"You, help me, you."

The old man's mental state is indeed a little wrong, and he speaks incoherently. If he were someone else, he would probably walk away and call the hotel staff to drag him.But Lu Shubei was different. He bent down and asked her calmly:

"What do you want me to do?"

"Help me," the old man pointed to the kitchen knife in Lu Shubei's hand, "Chop, chop..."

The old man was still talking, and Lu Shubei tried his best to sort out some information from her chaotic words.

She said she realized something was wrong with her grandson after the father died.

That night, outside the mourning hall, the old man who was chasing wild cats turned around and saw an unforgettable scene in her life.

Her grandson, who couldn't walk, was standing in front of her father's coffin at this time, grabbing the little paper money that hadn't been burnt clean in the basin, and stuffing it into his mouth.

When the grandparent and grandson looked at each other, the child was opening his mouth, which was filled with a mixture of paper money and black ash, but on his immature face, there was only an expression of indifference.

"Evil seed, evil seed!"

The old man muttered to himself.Lu Shubei at the side was trying to comfort her, when suddenly, Lu Shubei sensed something again and turned his head.

On the landing at the foot of the stairs before them, stood the child!

An An, who couldn't even stand up before, stood there straight at this moment, looking at the two of them.In the dark, Lu Shubei couldn't see his face clearly, only saw him sitting on the ground with a plop a few seconds later, and burst into tears again.

Tsk, you're...acting again?

But look at the two of them again, one is holding a knife, and the other is talking about the child being a villain. No matter how you look at it, it looks like they are messing around.If this is seen by the child's mother, I don't know what will happen.

As the child's cries became louder, in desperation, Lu Shubei threw the kitchen knife, rushed over to pick up the child, stuffed it into the old man's arms, and dragged them to the door of the players' rooms .

It has to be said that Lu Shubei's actions made the child's crying quieter, and the old man's nagging stopped, with a confused look on his face.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Shubei looked at the child, leaned over, and whispered:

"Good boy, do something human cubs love to do."

Then Lu Shubei took out his mobile phone and taught him:

"You want to see what you should see, and I want to see what I should see."

When the child's mother found them later, the three were standing in the room.

The players in the room were still painting without raising their heads.I don't know what happened to the others, but standing here, Lu Shubei could feel the strong vibration of the ground, and he could also smell the peculiar smell of mud on rainy days.

The woman's face darkened when she saw the old man, but after seeing Lu Shubei, she felt relieved.

"I saw the child crying alone in the corridor, so I brought him here." Lu Shubei held up his mobile phone screen.

The woman thanked her, saying that it might be because the child was playful and crawled out when she was taking a bath.As she spoke, she looked at the Teletubbies in Lu Shubei's phone, and said gratefully:

"Thank you for showing my son cartoons."

However, Lu Shubei pointed to the quiet grandpa and grandson standing beside them, as well as the photo in front of them, and said indifferently:

"No, the kid is watching the train.

Cartoons are for me. "

However, it's still a bit naive and not suitable for him.

Lu Shubei switched to the live broadcast room, and began to watch other people live broadcast roasting Xue Gao, cleaning the carpet, and smashing garlic with a kitchen knife.