[MTL, BL] I Am The Wildest Among NPCs [Infinite Stream]

2.4

"Little chef, look at the way." Shi Jin's voice was low, his breath brushing his ears.

Yan Xia's face became hot, and she pulled back the hand held by Shi Jin. He didn't look back, but he could feel that the sense of peeping behind him disappeared.

Several people searched the study room, but couldn't find the mask designated by Great Adventure.

They left the study and entered the next bedroom.

"This room is colder than the study." Lingyue took a deep breath, "There is an unpleasant smell in the air, everyone be careful, there may be dirty and dangerous things dormant in places you can't see."

"The window is not closed . , there is wind blowing in, so it's cold." Yan Xiashen walked to the window, and when he held the handle, a pale face suddenly flashed in front of him!

The face kept getting bigger and bigger, Yan Xiashen sucked in a breath of cold air, his hands were faster than his brain, and he closed the window immediately.

"Bang!" The face hit the window, and two blood-red eyes stared at Yan Xia Shen through the glass.

The window was clearly clean, but the face was hazy, except for those eyes, Yan Xiashen couldn't see anything clearly.

His vision gradually began to blur, and Yan Xia's eyelids jumped, realizing that he was being disturbed by the grimace outside the window. He gripped the window handle tightly and closed his eyes.

After a while, he felt a palm on his shoulder, and the warm touch calmed his heart.

"It's gone, you can open your eyes." It was Shi Jin's voice.

Yan Xia opened her eyes with peace of mind, the grimace outside the window really disappeared, and there was only a deep and silent night outside.

Lingyue came over and asked suspiciously, "Mr. Chef, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you see that pale grimace?" Yan Xiashen asked him back.

Lingyue shook her head, her expression more puzzled, "I saw that you were standing by the window all the time, and something was wrong, so I came to take a look. Listen to what you mean, was there a ghost visiting just now?"

Yan Xia nodded deeply, "I've already left, it's important for us to find a mask."

Lingyue nodded in agreement, and several people split their heads to search in tacit understanding.

The decoration of the bedroom is more ornate than that of the study room. Looking at the furniture and decoration, the owner of the room should be a woman. What Lingyan Xia Shen cares about is that all the necessities of life in this room are brand new, as if they were carefully arranged for someone. He has visited the castle and can be sure that this room is special.

The drawers of the dresser were unlocked, Yan Xiashen pulled one of them open.

The unpleasant smell came out, and after seeing the things in the drawer, Yan Xiashen frowned.

Inside was a pair of blood-stained scissors, and there were still dander-like things left on the blade. Under the scissors, there were piles of shredded paper, also covered with blood.

The smell of blood was strong, and the pair of scissors exuded an unusual murderous aura.

Yan Xia took a closer look and found that there were handwriting on the shredded paper, and some fragments of photos were hidden in it.