Almighty Game System

Chapter 132 The Ghost House 1 Tour

After the showdown between Molivić and Lexuan, this mansion has torn off its splendid coat and restored its gloomy and dilapidated appearance. The soft wool carpet in the corridor has become dilapidated and covered with large tracts of unknown stains. The exquisite oil paintings on the side walls have not been maintained for a long time, and the patterns on the canvas have undergone a lot of deformation, especially some portraits, and the expressions after the changes are even more strange and terrifying.

"This should be an imitation of Van Gogh's cry." Le Xuan leaned closer to an oil painting, looked at the black eye sockets of the figure with distorted features on the canvas, and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, as if he was in contact with the figure on the canvas Looking at each other, he said to himself: "It really suits this kind of environment."

Going back to the hall where Molivich played the piano, Le Xuan sat beside the piano in the middle of the hall, stretched out a finger and tapped on the keys, and immediately issued a piercing tone, like a low-quality stereo full of noise .

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Le Xuan shook his head, got up and looked around, his eyes rested on a vent above the hall, if according to what Molivich said, it is likely to be some kind of colorless and odorless deadly For gas, vents are the best way to spread it.

The ceiling of the hall is very high, about seven or eight meters by visual inspection. The painted dome looks like some kind of religious totem. At this time, it is also damaged and messy due to the peeling off of the wall. There are four vents, one on the top of the hall At the four corners, the railings of the air vents have long since disappeared, and the dark air ducts are directly exposed in front of Le Xuan.

Le Xuan chose a vent at random, and climbed up the broken wall with exposed bricks using both hands and feet. Just as he poked his head into the vent, the strong decaying breath pushed Le Xuan back, and his nostrils were filled with damp dust , It's very itchy.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah..." Le Xuan sneezed three times in a row, touched his nose casually, and said indignantly: "Why is this kind of dilapidated place kept for so many years? It is still sparsely populated, if it was in China, it would have been demolished long ago."

He casually tore off half of the skirt and wrapped it around his face. After taking a deep breath and getting ready, Le Xuan got into the air vent again. After years of accumulation, an unknown amount of mud and dust had accumulated on the four sides of the air duct. You can feel your palms sinking slightly.

"It would be great if I could have a design drawing of this mansion, so that I don't have to go through the vents to find the meeting point." Le Xuan muttered unhappily, trying to slow down his breathing to minimize the dust inhaled .

"The blueprint is in my room." Molivich suddenly appeared in front of Le Xuan, his pale and bloodless face was almost stuck to Le Xuan, and Le Xuan could even feel the coldness from the tip of the other's nose .

"Oh shit!" No matter how courageous Le Xuan is, in this kind of environment, he will accumulate a lot of negative emotions about fear. Suddenly, he was so frightened by Molivich's hand that his legs went limp, and he fell out of the vent. After going out, he fell on the ground with a plop. Fortunately, although the carpet was tattered, it was still soft, but the strange smell from a puddle of unknown stains near Le Xuan's face made Le Xuan frown.

"I said, Lao Mo, can you not be so startled, thanks to my buddy, my heart is not bad, if someone else comes here, I won't let you take it away!" Le Xuan got up from the ground and patted his body dust road.

"There was indeed a guy who was so scared to death by me before." Molivich floated down from the vent lightly, landed in front of Le Xuan and said, "If you can't even stand this little stimulation, then don't look into it later. Well, the result is the same anyway."

"Okay, you're right, who called you the boss." Le Xuan shrugged and said, "Since everyone is here, what design do you need? Boss Mo, please send me to the place where the air ducts meet. By the way, go to the place connected to the outside again."

"Happy to help, sir." Locke appeared suddenly like Molivich. Fortunately, Lexuan had been mentally prepared, but he just glanced at Locke with a blank face, and waved impatiently: "Okay, okay. What are you talking about, let's go."

As the meeting point of the ventilation ducts, the room looks even more messy, with several wide square tubes above the head covering the ceiling like cobwebs, converging into one and connecting to the wall on the other side.

"How did the murderer send the poisonous gas into the almost completely enclosed air passage? Moreover, how did the air passage extend in all directions, and how did it accurately transmit it to the concert hall..." Le Xuan looked up at the air that was close to the ceiling. The ventilation channel, I feel that I have no clue.

"Please go ahead, I'm leaving first if there's nothing else to do." Locke said, and disappeared through a wall.

"Hey, why worry!" Le Xuan was still thinking and didn't notice Locke. When he turned around, he only saw Locke's back hidden into the wall. He shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm afraid this is the most Buddhist suffering master." Well, I don't care at all."

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Le Xuan felt that it was fine to be alone. Although he knew that Molivić and Locke were hiding by his side and watching, he still felt better psychologically.

"Then let's take a one-day tour first." In desperation, Le Xuan decided to take a tour of the mansion first, maybe there might be some unexpected discoveries.

From the outside, this haunted house only has five floors. As for whether there will be a parallel space inside Lexuan, I’m not sure yet. In the living room, there are dilapidated and dirty curtains hanging on the walls, and all the furniture looks big and useless. Although they are still in their place, they are old and dilapidated.

There are many books scattered on the ground, including music scores, and some words that Le Xuan can't understand, which makes the air more sad and desolate. Standing in this environment, you will be soaked in the gloomy atmosphere unconsciously , If you stay for a long time, you will be depressed if you are not autistic.

Walking in the corridor, Le Xuan kicked the books on the ground boredly, suddenly a dirty envelope flew out of a book and caught Le Xuan's attention.

"There is an envelope hidden in so many garbage-like books. If I hadn't been boring enough, I might not have been able to find it in my life." Le Xuan picked up the envelope while complaining, and was relieved to find that although the handwriting in the envelope was due to It looks intermittent due to stains, but at least it can be read, which shows that this letter is useful to the plot.

"Then, let me see what is said in the letter." Le Xuan carefully read the handwriting on the letter, his brows slowly furrowed.