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

When Zhao Xuan was working on tasks with Wen Ci, he always had a habit of telling all his guesses, "If these are evidence of bullying a child, then could this child be the missing person who needs to be found in the conditions for breaking through the level?"

If it was this child they were looking for from the beginning, then the story inside must still need to be unearthed.

Wen Ci nodded gently, "Yes."

He is often like a Barbie doll in the cupboard, beautiful and delicate, but he doesn't like to use his brain.

"The three paintings express the child's feeling of being bullied and having a low status. In this room, he is both a transparent person and an insider who cannot get out."

"This child was already missing when we came here yesterday. What is happening now may be what was going to happen then. Suppose the nanny killed the twins. That would be revenge."

"Could it be that the child was killed by the two of them as a prank?" Zhao Xuan questioned.

Wen Ci stared at Zhao Xuan's lips calmly for a moment, and then said, "I don't know."

He is always interested in everything. He is obviously an insider, but he always feels like an outsider.

Zhao Xuan smiled. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Ci's face. "How on earth did you manage to say such contrastingly cute things with such a calm expression? It's so cute."

Players passing by saw this scene and said, "..." The world is declining, but you can still fall in love in a horror game.

Is it the distortion of human nature or the loss of morality?

He was just complaining in his heart, and Wen Ci's cold eyes swept over him unexpectedly. The player's neck felt cold at the sight and he quickly looked away.

Walk around silently, pretending not to see.

It's annoying to show affection, but he can't afford to offend people, so he has no choice but to hide.

"Before we entered the house in the morning, in the flower garden, you said you saw a figure in the hall window on the second floor. For the time being, I guess it was a man. Based on the figure, we can rule out the guess of a child."

"So, what will we see? Is it another ghost in this house, or is it the male owner?"

In fact, this kind of task is like a case that requires constant reasoning and finding evidence to prove it. Such a suspenseful case requires constant guessing at every possibility.

There are no answers to these doubts in Zhao Xuan's heart for the time being. He can only put them aside first, and then pick up the small notebook placed next to him. The paper material of this notebook is ordinary, a little rough, and uncomfortable to touch.

The name written on the cover of the book is crooked and white.

Although the handwriting is a bit difficult, it is still readable. It can be seen that Lu Baiqi is still very serious.

Writing a diary was not very common in [-]. It didn't look like this kid was writing a diary, so the year, month, and day were not recorded in it, but he was simply jotting down some things.

From the first page to the following, they are almost all about daily play with his brothers and sisters, but in these daily routines, Lu Baiqi would always add a sentence at the end... He was very happy.

It was like he was emphasizing something. The more he emphasized something, the more Zhao Xuan could feel that he was... less happy.

There are not many useful clues in the diary. The only thing that can be seen is that the nanny is Lu Baiqi's mother, not his grandmother, which is surprising.

This Lu Baiqi is only seven or eight years old at most. He knows that he doesn't write many words, so he expresses shallow meanings and cannot express deeper meanings.

About two-thirds of the way through this book, the last page says I don’t want to play, I really don’t want to play.

I don’t know what Lu Baiqi doesn’t want to play, but it can be seen from this repeated sentence that he is really resistant to this game.

I haven't written any diary since then. It can be seen that something must have happened to Lu Baiqi...

It's a pity that he couldn't tell the true dates of Lu Baiqi's diaries, otherwise he could learn more about them.

"I thought this was a diary, and I thought there would be more clues. Looking at it now, it's not very useful. I got enough clues today. If I want to find more clues, I have to continue. Keep playing."

Zhao Xuan finally figured out that this task was very similar to the previous one. Only when it reaches a certain level or a certain stage can a parallel space of a certain period of time appear, so that more clues can be obtained. .

The rules gave them six days to survive as a base number. No wonder they had to survive six days. Before that, the number of clues he could get each time was limited, and the rules would not allow him to get too many clues at once.

This time he broke the rules and entered the house. It was an unexpected surprise that he encountered the clue of twelve o'clock. He probably didn't expect even the rules to take advantage of such a loophole.

Zhao Xuan put down his notebook and paintings and stared at the locust tree to study. When others couldn't figure out why he was staring at this strange locust tree, Zhao Xuan stretched out his hand without any warning.

He reached out and touched the roots of the tree. The roots seemed like life. It felt... very strange, a bit like touching human skin. This realization surprised him.

Scared, but not scared. There are not many things in this world that can scare him. Things like supernatural beings and monsters are absolutely unacceptable to modern people.

For Zhao Xuan, a complete god, this is a normal phenomenon.

Things will happen in this house. This locust tree seems to be absorbing the blood and life of other people to wake itself up from a deep sleep.

Zhao Xuan's imagination was wide open, "Aci, this thing is very strange. Do you think there might be something buried under this tree, or something buried in this thick trunk?"

There is a saying in ancient times that burying corpses under a locust tree can keep the ghosts alive and ensure that the ghosts will always exist as long as the locust tree survives.

When Wen Ci saw Zhao Xuan's words, he quickly walked over and touched the root of the tree that Zhao Xuan had touched before, "It really doesn't feel right."

This feels a bit slippery, unlike the rough bark and marks that normal locust trees should have.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhao is right. There is something buried under the locust tree, and it is a dead body!" A middle-aged man who had said that he had Taoism in his family came over.

He was already dressed like a magic stick, but now he was frantically touching the root of the tree. His shocked eyes and furrowed brows seemed to say silently, this place is too evil.

"Maybe the missing person is buried under the locust tree!" Someone heard the movement here and hurriedly gathered around. Their excited eyes seemed to say silently, it's time to go out.

As soon as this voice came out, other people's voices also started, urging them to dig up the roots and dig out what was buried underneath.

"Dig it, it must be this one."

"It must be. I just want to dig it out quickly and escape from this ghost place immediately."

Qin Xu just touched the roots of the tree a few times, and the yin energy in the roots made him see some... terrifying scenes.

Then he was so frightened that he fell to the ground. Although his grandfather had been a Taoist, ghosts and ghosts were rare after the founding of the People's Republic of China. What he heard and heard were also the experiences of his grandfather and his master.