Chapter 3480

Seeing so many skeletons staring at him, Su Ming kept walking. He just pinched his finger on the brim of his cowboy hat and nodded to the skeletons, even if he said hello.

Then he hugged his apprentice and continued to walk to the elevator.

The skeletons behind them looked at each other. The cobwebs wrapped around them were torn off. There were no eyes in the dark sockets, and they couldn't make a sound when they opened their jaws. No one knew whether they were communicating or not.

But they seemed to stamp their feet angrily and disappear.

There is a small side hall next to the lobby, which is a common reception hall and study. When passing by the door, you can hear the sound of clicking from the room.

"Teacher, it's the sound of a typewriter." The secret guest stopped and looked at Su Ming with an excited look: "I want to go in and have a look."

"Let's see. It should be Jack's typewriter." The death knell is inevitable. After all, if you come out to play, you should make your apprentice happy: "I'm not sure if the study is on the first floor in the novel, but since it's a haunted house, it's normal to rearrange the rooms."

In this way, they walked into the reception hall, where there were beautiful large French windows, table lamps with glass lampshades on the round table, and the air was full of the smell of dust.

The sound of the typewriter was under a light in the dark. The paper jam on it kept moving, and from time to time it would make a "click" to return to its place, just as an invisible person was using it.

The secret guest who pulled Su Ming accelerated his pace. It can be said that he ran past, just as he was afraid of letting the ghost run away.

She looked at the yellow paper and looked at the black words that suddenly appeared on the paper. She was not afraid, but also clapped her hands happily.

"Teacher, look! The classics are back!"

Of course, it's a classic reappearance. Su Ming leaned down from the other side of the table and looked at the paper. Their hands were on the back of the chair, as if they were holding a nonexistent writer on the chair.

There is an endless repetition of the same sentence on the paper:

"All work and no play makes Jack a fool."

"Oh, good. Oh, do you like this typewriter? Take it back as a souvenir?" Su Ming looked at his students and made a suggestion. If the secret guest didn't learn anything from him, it was that the girl didn't have squirrel disease and basically didn't search for booty. "

"Well, that's good." The secret guest tilted his head and nodded lovingly, "I just don't know if he can type by himself when I take him out, so I have to record a short video first."

With that, she took out her titanium alloy mobile phone from her pocket, lit the front light, shone on her face and the typewriter on the table, and took a commemorative video.

"Today, the teacher took me to Yuandian hotel to play. I'm so happy. Have you seen what this is? By the way, this is crazy Jack's typewriter. Look, it's still repeating that line. Isn't it terrible? Hee hee, but I'm not afraid of anything with the teacher."

After recording the short video, she skillfully edited it, added some thriller music, looked up at the ceiling and said:

"Adjutant, can you help me send this short video to the group of Kara Taj? The group name is' loving family ', and I can't wait to share it with you."

"But the sheriff himself is not in the group." The adjective's projection was cast out of the death knell and make complaints about it. "He thinks the name is too earthy."

"It is because the teacher is not inside that I want to show off to others." The adjutant turned on the Bluetooth function of the mobile phone and extended it to the adjutant: "you still have a lot to learn. People are more complex than you realize. This is not a simple sense of existence, but my plan."

"Your darkness is exactly like the sheriff. The message has been transmitted." The doll flattened its mouth silently, rolled its eyes and disappeared.

Su Ming was noncommittal about this, but their actions obviously made some things unhappy. The chair they held suddenly flew out with a squeak and disintegrated automatically. Next, the desk lamp on the table hit the wall and fell to pieces.

The invisible force wanted to drop the typewriter, but the strangled black tentacles grabbed it in several hands and slowly stuffed it into the secret guest's pocket.

"Oh."

The meaning of hanging is very simple. Today, the typewriter is guaranteed, and God can't keep it when he comes. It says.

The host said he would give the typewriter to the students, so a good symbiont should help the host achieve his goal.

"Oh, someone is angry. It's terrible." Su Ming flicked the ashes perfunctorily to one side and returned to the darkness. He yawned: "it's so terrible here. It's so scary."

"Yes, it's terrible." The secret guest also agreed, and put away the rest of the manuscript paper on the table, that is, the manuscript paper with the "Jack Sutra": "teacher, let's go and see if there's anything not scary upstairs."

In this way, they left the side hall, and even had no intention of turning back. They walked slowly to the elevator.

The Golden Hall looked gray at night, and the white wallpaper in the corridor seemed to be covered with mold and dust. After a distance, they came to the front of the triple elevator room, and the half moon floor indicator board moved quickly like a clock.

When they stood, the elevator was still on the top floor, but after pressing the call button, the elevator fell down quickly like a free fall from the top floor.

"Ding!"

With a clear sound echoing in the dark corridor, the elevator door opened, but the elevator was not empty, but a large amount of blood gushed out like a dam burst.

Mingming is only three elevators, but the bloody scene reminds Su Ming of the movement when the hydropower station is opened. The red liquid sweeps with the roar of a tsunami, and the smell of blood fills his nose instantly.

The secret guest's eyes are brighter. She likes this style.

Sooner or later, they were drowned by the tide of blood. The blood gushed out of the originally small elevator car as if it were endless, engulfing them, but disappeared through the corner of the corridor.

But even so, everything in the field of vision was stained with blood.

The galloping blood tide lasted about three minutes before gradually listening to it. When the tide in the corridor faded, two blood people were still standing in place, and even the cigarettes in the mouth of the death knell didn't go out.

Touching the blood on his face, Su Ming took off his cigarette and spit out a smoke ring:

"Another classic reappearance, but... That's it? Hurry up and have some hard goods. If there's no more exciting scene, I'll give you a bad comment on the public comment!"

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