Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

"Crow?" Lin Huai frowned, "This person..."

Before he could ask what to say next, Chu Tianshu gave him a deep look.

"You'll understand later."

He said.

"Ha, ha." Lin Huai twitched the corners of his mouth, "Generally speaking, there are two reasons for this answer."

"One, set up suspense and attract readers to watch it. It's like a movie always has a 1 after the movie name, such as Detective Chinatown 1, Harry Potter 1, No. 1 in the world... This way it can be made logically. Series to make money, like Detective Chinatown 2, Harry Potter 2, No. 2 in the world..."

"...I always feel that the last one is not the same style as the previous one." Chu Tianshu complained.

"Second, the timing is immature, just like many superhero movies, all the mysteries will only be revealed before the guide dies, otherwise it will not be enough to maintain their inscrutable characters..."

"Then what do you think?" Chu Tianshu stared at him, "What is the reason for me?"

Lin Huai smiled.

"What do you think I think?"

Saying that, he lowered his body and approached Chu Tianshu's forehead. When the tip of his nose brushed the tip of Chu Tianshu's nose, he could clearly feel that the young man under him was a little flustered.

He seemed to be trying to restrain himself from trying to get up off the sofa. Seeing his appearance, Lin Huai smiled even more happily.

"Okay, I'll stop teasing you." He blinked, "I've never been able to guess who you are, so I'm too lazy to speculate this time. You'll tell me one day, won't you?"

After speaking, he straightened up and threw the quilt he lifted to the other side back to Chu Tianshu: "Take good medicine, drink more hot water, I'm leaving."

Saying that, he pressed down the brim of his hat that didn't exist, and walked downstairs gracefully. When he reached the entrance of the stairs, he turned to the dumbfounded Chu Tianshu and asked, "Why were you so nervous just now?"

Chu Tianshu, who was always full of rants, choked for a while, and his dark chestnut hair curled up under Lin Huai's gaze: "I'm afraid I'll infect you with a cold..."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lin Huai laughed and left the villa. It wasn't until the sound of the door closing downstairs that Chu Tianshu took out his agility, which had nothing to do with his patient's identity, and threw himself on the windowsill to see him leave.

"Just now..." He touched his nose with some guilty conscience, "It must be..."

'There must be something wrong with the neurotransmitters released by the nerve endings...' he thought, but he couldn't help but put his fingers down and dig in the palm of his hand, and put his fingertips up again before the palm of his hand became hot, 'Next time. You can't be so panic, you have to be prepared...'

Thinking like this, he suddenly jumped up from the sofa and opened the safe. He took out all the documents in it, and after thinking it over and over again, he whispered: "Check again, if you can be sure, go-"

"Do a mental health check."

Lin Huai knew nothing about Chu Tianshu's psychological activities. He went back to school and gave the manuscript to his senior sister, and won her great admiration from the other side of the ocean.

"Brother, you are really excellent." The senior sister was in high spirits on the phone, "This is the first time he is so refreshing..."

"Senior sister." Lin Huai heard Qin Jiang's noise, as if a group of men and women were dancing on the other end of the phone, sometimes mixed with a few English words that he didn't understand, "I can't understand where you are over there. say what…"

"What's wrong?" Qin Jiang got up from the bed in the hotel and walked to the window, "Is the signal bad? I went to the window, is it better?"

She shook her phone and pointed it at the moon outside the window, puzzled.

"It's not the signal." Lin Huai said, sitting on the chair in the dormitory with his legs crossed, "It's too loud... Is there a dance party over there?"

"Prom?" Qin Jiang's voice on the other end of the phone was a little more puzzled, "No, I'm resting in the hotel alone."

Saying that, she looked back at her empty room. All the lights in the room were on, and the whole scene was unobstructed: "...hotels in New York City are so expensive, I searched for a long time to find this cheap hotel in Queens..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then Lin Huai's soft voice: "Oh, I may have heard it wrong, good night, senior, come to me if you have anything."

"okay."

After putting down the phone, Qin Jiang opened the laptop and continued to edit the manuscript. Perhaps because of the angle of illumination of the desk lamp, the screen of the computer was a little reflective, except for the lines of text, it was her focused face.

The hotel is very quiet, except for the crisp sound of the keyboard being tapped, which is the humming sound of the air-conditioning power. She just stared at the computer, reciting every line of text silently, paying no attention to the other world.

'strangeness. ' She thought, 'Why is the room a little hot today. ’

Four days after she came to the United States, the first thing she got used to was the aggressive air-conditioning in major public places in the United States. As a major country that condemns other third world countries for wasting resources all the year round, the United States also leads by example in wasting resources.

But for some reason, today's air-conditioning seems to have lost its effect, buzzing in vain, but it does not give off a refreshing coolness at all. She felt a tinge of warmth passing through the gaps between the fibers of the t-shirt, soaking up every nerve ending in her like a swamp.

A drop of sweat dripped from her chin, she closed her eyes, wiped the top of her head, and let out that distracted sigh that everyone gets before facing a ddl.

She pushed the computer irritably and squatted in front of the air conditioner to check it.

"It's cold wind blowing out here!" She tapped the machine hard, "Why is it useless?"

After tossing the air conditioner for a while, she couldn't make ice flowers bloom in the machine. Qin Jiang stood up from the carpet, rubbed her ankles, and decided to go downstairs to the front desk to solve it. After just squatting down for a while, she was already sweating all over her body, ticking down her back.

When she came to the door, she just wanted to hold the door handle, but she looked at the ground and made a "huh".

"Strange. How did the wall cover turn upside down?"

She looked down to see that it wasn't the wall covering that turned up, but the wallpaper. The pure white wallpaper has been pasted all around this room, but now it has been turned up for some reason. She pressed the wallpaper down with her hand, but found that the original wall under the paper was actually charred black.

"this…"

She didn't think too much, just prayed in her heart that the innkeeper would not blackmail her deposit. The metal handle was right in front of her, and just as she was about to hold it, she heard a cool voice behind her.

"I advise you not to open the door," said the man.

"what?"

"Unless you want to make a teppanyaki with your own hands."

She turned around and saw that there was one more person in the originally empty room. He was wearing a bright red suit, his face was covered by a white mask, his legs were spread apart, his left hand rested on his chin, and his right was tapping on the table.

"Who are you? How did you get into my room?" Qin Jiang said sternly, grabbing the door handle, "Go out! Otherwise I'll call the police!"

As soon as the voice fell, she let out a scream. Her fingers landed on the hot doorknob, and as soon as they touched it, several blisters appeared.

She held her hands and cried out in pain, but the red suit showed no sympathy at all. He looked at Qin Jiang, shook his head and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer in front of you. You young people, naive..."

He spoke as if he was pitying her, but there was no positive emotion in his tone. Qin Jiang grabbed her fingers and gritted her teeth: "What the **** are you trying to do!"

"Come to the dance." The man spread his hands casually, "You know, I'm a person who likes to join in the fun."

"The dance... you're crazy!"

After she made this cry, the man chuckled. Then he snapped his fingers.

"surprise." he said.

With the crisp snap of fingers, the whole room burst into flames. Qin Jiang let out a scream, took a step back, and stuck her whole body against the hot wall.

The originally empty and cold room suddenly changed its appearance. The colorful light **** flashed ominously in the air, and under the light, several red men and women were dancing in the room.

They were dressed in cool clothes, and the figures of two of the women were even more bloody...except.

There were dark burn marks all over their bodies.

Qin Jiang screamed continuously, shrank to the door, and was scalded by the door panel. The man walked up to her and looked at her against the wall: "As I said, girls should pay attention to safety when they go out, don't choose this kind of room that looks gloomy at first glance..."

As soon as he said this, Qin Jiang fainted. Lin Huai squatted down and looked at her, sighing.

"Forget it." He lowered his head and said, "If that's the case, I'll have to dance alone."

Saying that, he dragged Qin Jiang into the bathroom. The moment he closed the door, he looked towards the room and saw four dark, coke shadows looking at him at the same time.

They don't seem to understand how an uninvited guest can be in the room - which is normal, because they don't understand the language, and because they are not intelligent ghosts or demons.

They are ghosts—the most intractable of the unintelligent ghosts, repeating the pre-death scene over and over again, pulling passersby into the vortex over and over—like Sisyphus who keeps pushing rocks up the hill.

"Jump, why don't you jump?" Lin Huai spread out his hands, raised his mouth and looked at the ghosts, "What a pity, I still want to join you."

After speaking, he sank his face: "I forgot, you don't understand Chinese, right?"

"Okay." Lin Huai shrugged and put a finger to his lips, "In this case—"

"—The dance begins."

He smiled moodily.

After Lin Huai was spinning and jumping, I closed my eyes and danced to the beat to kill a few ghosts, and sent myself back to the other side of the ocean through the computer along the network cable (yes, he almost got stuck in the screen, if Qin Jiang woke up late At one point, you can see a **** stuck in the screen and the two legs below, maybe this is pretending to be struck by lightning) - Qin Jiang finally woke up leisurely in the toilet.

She glanced around in horror at first, then rushed out of the door.

After being regarded as a neuropathy by countless hotel service staff, Qin Jiang still insisted on changing hotels. After staying at the new hotel, she shivered and called Lin Huai: "Junior, just now..."