Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Sister Yang was stunned, what are you looking for?

"I understand. The deceased violated one of the three clues and I can't find it. Please help me find it." Sister Yang responded quickly and the four tasks were in vain.

"From what she said, what are you looking for? It can be inferred that if any of us are confused by such a voice, we must not answer. Once we answer, we have answered the ghost, and the ghost can take action according to the rules."

"The two who died last night were very noisy, which is what the nanny said not to make any noise after six o'clock. The master doesn't like it."

"The second rule that triggers death is the deceased's answer. If anyone asks for something again, we don't want to answer."

Sister Yang glanced at the hostess next to her who was still eating dumplings seriously, and soon noticed her long nails that were looming, "The only people here who have the ability to kill people are ghosts."

She kept this anomaly in mind and did not expose it. After all, no one knew whether exposing it would violate the rules. Once it was violated, it would be death.

She stood up and walked to Zhao Xuan again.

Sister Yang stared at Zhao Xuan, "You two were in this room before. Apart from us and the nanny, you were the only ones who happened. If you can tell us what happened, maybe we can work together to find the key to get out!" "

Sister Yang's intuition and Zhao Xuan must have found other clues, but the other party was unwilling to say that she didn't want to push her before because she felt that it was only the second day and she wouldn't push so hard.

Unexpectedly, this task was completely unconventional. On the second day, except for the hostess, the twins died, the male host did not come out, and the nanny went crazy.

The entire mission world seems to have no logic, and everything seems to be related, but they haven't found the thread that can connect them all yet.

Zhao Xuan curled his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, "I have said before, when I opened the door and walked in, no one was there. I don't have any extra clues. Instead of staring at me, you might as well look for it yourself."

Sister Yang nodded. She knew she couldn't ask and it was useless to get angry. According to Zhao Xuan, he had already entered the master bedroom and the child's room.

She thought for a while, and instead of just sitting there waiting for death, she might as well take the initiative and go to the child's room first to look for clues.

Zhao Xuan looked at the last room on the first floor. The ax and clothes found in the master bedroom could only prove that the mistress had committed a crime, but there was not enough evidence.

No one could eat the dumplings at noon. After all, many people saw the scene of the nanny chopping meat outside, and the scene of the nanny chopping the kitchen knife into his own stomach, but nothing happened...

It simply had a strong impact on their outlook on life. When they saw those dumplings, they felt that the smell was not fragrant at all and made them want to vomit.

Zhao Xuan had already broken into two rooms. He was not afraid of itching if there were too many lice, and he was not afraid of having one more room.

He saw the others going to the master bedroom and the child's room respectively, and walked directly to the nanny's room without saying a word. He didn't knock on the door, but moved the door handle to get in.

But the door seemed to be locked.

Zhao Xuan took a few steps back, seemingly giving up.

As a result, in the next second, he kicked the door hard twice. The door with the first kick was shaky and almost opened.

The second kick...the door was half broken and was about to fall off the door frame at any moment.

The movement on his side attracted the attention of many people. These people saw Zhao Xuan's simple and rough actions. They were afraid of Zhao Xuan's force value and felt that he was really bold.

Wen Ci and Zhao Xuan entered the nanny's room. Among the three rooms on the first floor, the nanny's room was the smallest. There was only a single bed and a lot of miscellaneous things in it.

It seemed that some rags were collected and packed in sacks in the corner. Others, due to Zhao Xuan's amazing fighting power, only dared to lie on the door panel and peek, and did not dare to enter the house.

Zhao Xuan noticed that there was no mirror in this room, but there was something covered with red silk cloth opposite the bed, and there was an ash bowl for burning incense right in front of it.

He opened the red silk cloth, and underneath was a tablet with no name engraved on it, and touched the three burned incense sticks with his hand.

Just as Wen Ci came over, Zhao Xuan communicated with him as if there was no one around.

"There is a tablet enshrined here. There is no name written on it. The incense is still hot after it has been burned. It should be lit around twelve o'clock. All the abnormalities in this room are also at twelve o'clock."

"The nanny has done a lot of good work."

Wen Ci was noncommittal. Regarding the abnormality between the hostess and the male host, not only did it not hurt them at all, but it gave them some clues.

"The tablet, worship..." Zhao Xuan said thoughtfully, "I once heard that there is a saying in Thailand about raising little ghosts. You can invite the ghosts home and worship them every day to achieve your wishes."

Among the players lying outside, an old player who had done two missions walked into the nanny's room.

The other person is a middle-aged man, in his 40s, dressed... very strangely, like a tramp, but not exactly like him. His personal style is very unique.

He stared at the empty memorial tablet for a moment, and then suddenly said, "This is a little kid, but it's not the kind you bring home in Thailand, but the one the nanny originally raised in this house. This little kid is very resentful."

Thai imps do not use this method. They usually use more violent and cruel methods, such as living sacrifices, pouring copper into the throat of the person, and then casting spells to seal the resentment in the container.

This will fulfill the owner's wish to raise a little ghost, but it will definitely backfire afterwards.

And all the resentment of this kid is attached to the spirit tablet. There is no specific container. It is more like it was gathered on this tablet by special means after death.

Zhao Xuan was surprised, "Do you understand this?"

The middle-aged man had not shaved his beard and was wearing slippers when he came in. What he said was shocking, "My family has some connections with Taoism and I know a little bit about it."

Zhao Xuan didn't know much about this. He was specialized in martial arts, and his divine power was sealed. Although his five senses were better than those of ordinary people, he didn't have yin and yang eyes after all, so he couldn't understand everything.

Wen Ci noticed Zhao Xuan staring at the middle-aged man, pursed his lips unconsciously, and held Zhao Xuan's hand tightly.

"Can anyone figure out who the enshrined tablet is?" He was more concerned about this issue.

"No." The middle-aged man was shocked by Zhao Xuan's words.

How can you calculate an empty tablet? If there is a corpse, you may be able to deduce a few things about your life and death by looking at the face. There is nothing on the empty tablet, so there is nowhere to start.

Zhao Xuan was not surprised, he just hummed, then lowered his head to look for any other clues in this room.

Wen Ci took the first step to find the weirder things, which were children's clothes and toys, as well as children's paintings.

Zhao Xuan took it naturally. He found that Wen Ci seemed...a little bit reluctant to use his brain.