Nightmare Attack

It can be seen that everyone is very interested in the fat man's self-introduction. A truck driver who is not an orphan sounds full of stories.

"Okay," An Xuan exhaled and said, "It seems that we should be the only ones on this mission. If everyone has no objection, let's go out for a walk."

As if he thought of something, An Xuan's expression became a little strange. He paused for a while and continued, "I had a brief exchange with the guys here before, and what they said was strange."

Some things are better left unsaid. Once they were said, everyone became curious.

"What's strange?" someone asked.

"Well, the tone, the wording," An Xuan thought for a while, "and the logic of the text are a little different from what we have contacted before."

The group left the room and went downstairs along the stairs. The old wooden stairs made a sound of being overwhelmed.

Unlike what Tang Shirou, who blinked her big eyes and looked around, imagined, the clothes they wore did not attract the curious eyes of the people around them.

People came and went around them, and almost no one noticed them, as if they ignored their existence.

"Dear guests," just before they were about to leave the store, a clerk with a black rag on his shoulder and a shrewd face blocked their way.

Several people looked at each other, and finally An Xuan asked lightly: "What's the matter?"

The clerk smiled flatteringly, and then said: "This morning, the housekeeper of Mr. Huang's house sent someone to come. At that time, the guests were not awake yet, and he didn't dare to disturb them. He told me to wait for the guests to wake up and guide you to the house.

Here

Everyone's eyes changed after hearing this. It seems that the clerk in front of them is the NPC in this mission. His role is to stop them from leaving the store and jump out to guide them to the next mission location.

"Mr. Huang," You Qi asked in a muffled voice: "Which Mr. Huang?"

"Mr. Huang, please don't make fun of me," the clerk lowered his posture, "In addition to Mr. Huang, the great man Huang, where is there another Mr. Huang in the whole town?"

An Xuan didn't waste words. After glancing outside the door, he said: "Please lead the way. "

Following the waiter's instructions, several people left the hotel. As soon as they walked out of the door, everything suddenly became clear. In front of them was an ancient town.

The streets were full of pedestrians in ancient costumes. On both sides were shops, restaurants, hotels like the one they just left, and smaller rice and cloth shops.

But most of them were scattered stalls on the street.

A vendor selling candy men with a wooden wheel cart was arguing with a vendor selling candied haws. A circle of people gathered to watch the fun. The two were dressed much more shabby than ordinary people, and they looked pale and thin, as if they hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

Such a town is matched with such people. The two echo each other and are very suitable for the scene.

Chen Qiang, who was standing next to the fat man, blinked slowly, carefully looking at everything around him, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"Song Dynasty." He said softly.

"What Song Dynasty?" Shi Liao Zhi, who had a very good ear, muttered, "I think it was almost the same in ancient times. "

"It's different," Chen Qiang explained in a low voice: "The architectural style of the Song Dynasty is soft and unique, with ridges and corners that are mostly upturned. It is not as majestic as the Tang Dynasty, and less rigid than the subsequent Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and more flexible."

When talking about this topic, Chen Qiang seemed to be much bolder.

After hearing this, everyone looked at him in surprise.

"What major did you study?" Xia Meng suddenly asked.

"Architecture, majoring in architectural history."

They walked straight across the street and came to a large house. The door was closed at this time, and no one in the group planned to knock on the door, so they could only go around the wall.

After walking for a distance, everyone turned into a small alley. There was a wooden door in the deep part of the alley.

The wooden door was not big, probably only enough for two people to walk side by side.

From a distance, there were three people standing by the wooden door.

One man and two women.

The man was about 40 years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, strong and powerful, wearing a coarse linen shirt, with fierce eyes, standing Next to the wooden door, it looked like a door god.

The two women looked ordinary, and their expressions were not so rich. The older woman held a waving paper fan in her hand, but she didn't wave it. The other one just stood there quietly, with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul.

The change happened when the group walked in front of the three people. The pupils of the three people focused almost at the same time, and they all looked at Jiang Cheng and others.

"Butler Zhou has been waiting for a long time," said the middle-aged woman holding the paper fan in a serious manner, and her eyes slowly swept over everyone while speaking, "Doctors, please follow me."

Doctor

Everyone's eyes began to change. It seems that in this ancient copy, their identities are doctors.

Everyone remained calm and followed the middle-aged woman into the house from the side door. The scenery kept changing along the way. The pavilions and waterside pavilions really opened everyone's eyes.

If the atmosphere of the mission hadn't been pressing on them like a mountain, it would have been a good opportunity to relax.

"We're here. "

The middle-aged woman stopped and turned around and said, "Please stay here first, the young master is still resting. I will ask you to come and diagnose his pulse later."

"All the things you need are in the wing room. They are arranged according to your preferences. Someone will call you for dinner." After a pause, the woman continued with a dead face, "The master likes quietness. The house has always been deserted. There are few rooms for people to live in. Please stay in the wing room at night and don't walk around to avoid disturbing you."

After the middle-aged woman finished speaking, she turned around and left.

"Wait a minute," An Xuan stretched out his hand, took the woman's arm, and asked with a smile, "Where's Butler Zhou? We're new here, so we'd better not keep the host waiting for a long time."

The middle-aged woman stared at An Xuan with a strange look, emotionless, as if she was looking at a dead object.

As if after realizing it, An Xuan smiled and let go of his hand.

"Housekeeper Zhou has something to do and won't be able to come for the time being," the middle-aged woman's voice did not fluctuate at all, like an old repeater.

"That's really embarrassing. I was presumptuous."

After the middle-aged woman left, everyone began to look around. The location they were in was beside a pond. It was said to be a pond, but its area was comparable to that of a smaller lake.

This shows how wealthy the owner of this mansion is.

I'm afraid that this Mr. Huang either did some big business or was shaded by his ancestors and became a lieutenant before he lost his job.

This place is located deep inside the old house, so quiet and quiet that only the fragrance of flowers can be heard but no birdsong. In other words, even if something really happens here, the outside world will not know.

"You were too rash just now," the mature and steady Qin Jian came over and looked at An Xuan with a pair of eyes, half reproachful and half worried, "Do you know who that woman is?"

"It's all my fault, I was too impatient," An Xuan also apologized for his previous reckless behavior.