Chapter 107 Black and White Ghost Realm (2)

"The family is surrounded by four walls. This is..." Feng Bujue walked into the house.

This long house is indeed very dilapidated. It is built of brick and wood structure. The beams and columns in the house are all made of wood. There are many cracks on the four walls, and there are traces of cement in some places. It looks like it was done recently. There was only one window in the house, about one meter wide, and it was a fence-type window, not a glass window. There was a crude crossbar above the window grating, and the curtains were hung from it. If the wind was blowing from the window into the house now, the rain would definitely rush in directly through the wooden fence.

The house is divided into two rooms, separated by a door frame and no door panels. The room after entering the house is considered a living room. It is only about ten square meters. The floor is made of wood. There is a chest-high cabinet against the wall. There is a round low table in the middle of the room with three tatami mats next to it. .

The ceiling board is relatively low, and in the middle is a light bulb hanging from a wire, which is glowing at the moment.

Feng Bujue walked to the next room and poked his head in to check. That room is narrower than the "living room". There is a mattress lying across the floor, which already takes up half of the space. There is also a wardrobe next to the door frame. There is no light in this room. In other words, () lives in this room. When people inside want to go to bed, they have to go to the outside room, turn off the lights first, and then walk in the dark to the mattress in the second room and lie down.

Of course... there really isn't much furniture in this room, so theoretically you don't have to worry about bumping into something if you walk in the dark.

"It's too arrogant..." Feng Bujue closed the door and said to himself: "There is only electricity and no water...the toilets are all public." He had noticed it when he was outside the house. In the courtyard outside this row of long houses, there is an outline similar to a telephone booth. It is probably a simple toilet.

[The current mission is completed and the main mission has been updated]

Before his butt was still hot, the system prompt rang. Feng Bujue opened the menu and saw that the task [Go Home] had been ticked, and the new task that appeared was: [Stay in the house until dawn]

"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked unhappy: "Do you still have to stay all night?"

At this time, there was a violent storm outside, with lightning and thunder. Although the curtains were drawn, gusts of cold wind still came in through the window grilles, and there were shadows behind the curtains. I don’t know if they were the shadows of branches moving in the wind, or there was something lingering outside... Although there was electricity in the house, the only thing The only thing that uses electricity is a light bulb, let alone a TV, there is not even a radio. Even if Feng Bujue is not tormented by fear, he will be tormented by boredom... "I thought the nightmare difficulty meant that the difficulty of the battle became huge... ..." Feng Bujue came to the cabinet in the living room: "Is this the setting..." He opened the door of the cabinet sideways and took a look. There was a thermos, two teacups, and a teapot, all in the cabinet. Arranged on a round wooden tray.

Because everything was in black and white, he couldn't tell the colors of these things. He tried to carry them, but the thermos was almost full, so he took them out and put them on the low table.

Then he returned to the cupboard and found a small tube containing tea leaves on the upper floor. The tube had the word "tea" written on it, but there was no other name, variety, or production date.

"Well...even though we have found temporary accommodation after a disaster, can we really live like this..." Feng Bujue said: "There is not even running water. If you want to use the toilet, you have to go outside. If you want to take a bath, you have to go to a public bathhouse. There aren’t even bowls and chopsticks for eating... But even if there were, there’s no way to wash the dishes after eating in this house.” He washed the teapot and cups with water from the thermos bottle, then poured the water away. Then he opened the tube of tea leaves, put a handful into the teapot, brewed a pot of unknown drink, and poured himself a cup.

Since the equipment in the clothing column could not be changed in the script, that is, the clothes could not be taken off, so Feng Bujue had no choice but to wring out the water on the clothes as much as possible, then wear the wet clothes and wait for them to dry naturally.

At this moment, he brewed a pot of hot tea and held it in his hands, which at least relieved the coldness in his body.

"Greatly reduce the information and clues given, and set up many flags that trigger death, and at the same time make a fuss about the degree of horror... This is the tone of nightmare difficulty." Feng Bujue thought to himself: "Some seemingly inadvertent The choice you make may lead to catastrophe." He thought about the experience just now, and then realized with hindsight: "If I say the wrong thing or show fear, I'm afraid the cracked woman will kill me in seconds. Yes. And so is the monster on the telephone pole..."

He looked up at the direction of the window. It was still raining heavily outside: "It seems that there is no time and space limit, but if you really ignore the main mission and go out to explore, you might just walk on the street and trigger some FLAG and die. Judging from the world view of this script, one must have strong spiritual combat capabilities in order to gain a certain degree of freedom...otherwise it would be difficult to say."

Taking another sip of hot tea, he murmured: "Just follow the main line calmly... I guess the most you'll get is being frightened continuously. In terms of combat, you shouldn't be in a desperate situation." He put down the teacup, "But... it's really boring. Oh, do you want me to sleep in the script? There isn’t even a newspaper in this room..."

"oh--"

Suddenly, there was a strange sound.

"Uh-uh-"

Then there were two more sounds, a long dragging sound, which sounded like the voice of an old witch.

The sound came from the wall, that is, from the "neighbor's" house.

"What kind of trouble are you going to make..." Feng Bujue turned his face to that side and said, "It's windy and rainy... are you dancing in the house?"

Feng Bujue thought about it for a while, this situation should be part of the main plot, and he should make some reaction.

"Hey - that guy over there, are you okay?" He yelled in the direction of the wall.

Then, the voice stopped abruptly.

"What's going on...hanging up?" Feng Bujue was sitting cross-legged on the floor. When he heard the sudden silence on the other side, he put his hands and knees on the ground and moved to the wall as quietly as possible. He raised his ears and leaned against the wall. Listen against the wall again.

Creaking - the sound of the door, followed by footsteps. It sounded like the guy next door opened the door and walked out of the house.

"You're not going to knock on my door, are you?" Feng Bujue moved behind the door of his house again, but from this side he could only hear the sound of wind and rain outside. He waited for a while, but the other party didn't knock on the door, but he didn't hear anyone coming to his door either.

Feng Bujue wasn't afraid anyway, so he planned to open the door and see what was going on with this neighbor. He stood up, holding a pipe wrench in one hand, and slowly turned the doorknob with the other hand, slowly opened the door a crack, and peeked out from the room...