Quadruple split.

Chapter 286: Edong the Ghost

That year, Ito-san was ten years old
As mentioned before, Yi Dong and Mo Tan were classmates in junior high school, high school and university, and by the way, residents of the orphanage, so in the few years when the former was just taken home, the communication between the two was the least frequent. At that time, Tan had already begun to study some knowledge and things that were far beyond his age, while Ito was in elementary school. According to what Ito said now, that was the most innocent stage in his life.

All in all, Idong at that time was a relatively innocent elementary school student, just like many children, he had very passable grades, a few friends who didn't have black sandalwood but had a good relationship, a sweet-looking and a little precocious My female deskmate, life is going smoothly, and I get along well with my family. The estrangement caused by being thrown into the orphanage for several years has long since disappeared, except for frequent encounters with some abnormal, The pen pal who used to be a friend and will be a gay friend in the future is just an ordinary elementary school student except for frequent communication.

Anyway, the background at that time was probably like this, and then on a certain Sunday, Yi Dong, a young rich second generation who looked like a child on the outside, but was also a child on the inside, suddenly had a whim and planned to do something.
Xiaoyi, who has been widely abused by local animation for young children, planned an adventure for herself. The specific content was to sneak into Dad's company and scare him. This cute plan full of childishness made him very excited. I didn't sleep well.

The next day, Yi Dong, who had asked for sick leave in advance, pretended to go to school, then took a taxi by the side of the road in front of the school, and went straight to his father's company address. It was not difficult, he just took his father's business card It's easy to take a look at the driver.

An hour later, he got off the car somewhere in the city center, and found the building with the signboard of "Little Ghost" at a glance. Ito, who was not ashamed at the time, was very happy, bouncing around He jumped to the ground and ran in, wanting to surprise his father.

"If you were my son"

Mo Tan crossed Erlang's legs and looked at Yidong with contempt on his face, and sighed faintly: "If I can make you live to five years old, I will lose."

The latter sneered: "Who hasn't had a childish period? How could you be better than me when you were a teenager?"

The look of contempt in Mo Tan's eyes grew stronger: "Are you sure you want to hear about Lao Tzu's great achievements during his reign?"

"Cough cough." Yidong coughed dryly, and immediately changed the topic back: "Don't tell me, I've managed to stabilize the three views recently, and I don't want to carry out reconstruction work for the time being. Anyway, listen to me first."

The bear boy Ito entered his company building like this, and then got lost in a very unbelievable way!
That's right, if things like getting lost were placed on Motan, it would definitely be a daily routine, but Idong's sense of direction is much stronger than the former, at least it can reach the level of ordinary humans, and he is still in a building. In an office building that is fairly bright but definitely not too big to go anywhere, it is reasonable to say that you can only "find your way" if you are exhausted, but
"I suspect that I may have encountered a ghost hitting the wall at that time."

Yi Dong shivered with lingering fear, and said to Mo Tan seriously: "I remember very clearly what happened that day. Since I entered the building, I have never left that hall. Obviously there are only two corridors in total, but no matter No matter how I walk, I will return to the original point in the end, and no one can see it, that is to say, we were not sensible at the time, and if I want to change now, I will have to pee out of fear."

"Oh."

Mo Tan nodded calmly: "And then?"

"Then about half an hour later, after I turned into the corridor on the left, I finally did not return to the hall, but found a half-open iron door. It felt quite bright from the outside, and there was still room inside. There are voices."

Yidong pursed his lips nervously, his voice trembling: "I was already a little panicked at the time, and I don't know if it was an illusion, but I always felt that the surrounding environment was getting colder and colder, so after seeing that door, I thought I rushed in without thinking, and guess what happened?"

"I don't guess." Mo Tan rolled his eyes, showing no sign of cooperating: "If you fart, let it go."

Yi Dong shrugged: "Then I passed out, and when I woke up, I was already in Dad's office."

"If you dare to say that you are actually just dreaming"

Mo Tan glanced at Yi Dong, and said in a bad tone: "I'll just put a plastic bag of farts on your face."

"I really thought it was just a dream at first, and the adults told me so." Yi Dong smiled wryly, then shook his head and said, "But after that, I had nightmares for several days in a row. This time things are different from before, sometimes there are a lot of gloomy and dark tablets, sometimes it is an empty warehouse, and sometimes..."

Mo Tan interrupted him with great interest: "A group of hideous ghosts?"

"how do you know?!"

Yidong was startled at the time, and then shook his head hesitantly: "Actually, it can't be said that the face is hideous, but I do occasionally dream that there are many vague things wandering in that room, huh, I was only ten years old at the time. Ah, even if it's not the kind of thing that can't be broadcast without coding, it's enough to make people panic!"

"Then you became a coward who is afraid of ghosts?" Mo Tan looked at him mockingly, and asked with a chuckle, "Haven't you gotten rid of the shadow of those years?"

Yidong looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, and said dejectedly: "That's why I don't want to tell you about this. In fact, I'm not timid. Skeletons and zombies can hold things like that, except for ghosts. Such things. Hey, I can’t say I’m afraid, anyway, I’m really against those things.”

Mo Tan nodded deeply sympathetically, and then suggested enthusiastically, "Why don't you give me a power call?"

Ito: "Clam?"

"I'm afraid of ghosts, oh no, it's very rare for a ghost to get involved in a game." Mo Tan looked at Yidong with a serious face, and then patted him on the shoulder: "I think you may have broken up. I don’t know the game and the reality anymore, this symptom was called Internet addiction decades ago, just a little electricity will be enough.”

Yidong slapped his paw away with a look of disgust: "Professor Yang's meme, isn't it electric shock therapy? Do you think that since that old beast was roasted by dozens of his own students with homemade electric chairs, there will still be people who will treat it?" Are you playing like this?"

"Yes." Mo Tan pointed to himself very naturally, and said with a smile: "I really tried to make a set of electric shock therapy equipment~"

"Fuck, what were you trying to do at that time?"

"I want to confirm whether that thing can really make people quit psychotropic drugs."

"Eh?"

"The specific content is to create a small fun webpage first, and then trick two good students to go there to popularize knowledge, and then use the 'healing device' to educate them about love after they are deeply poisoned, so that we can easily obtain first-hand data. "

"To be honest, I think you are the one who needs education, and then what?"

"Then the healing device was smashed by myself as soon as it was made, and the "On the Protracted War Series" on the website was also replaced by the real "On the Protracted War Series". Those two children ended up going to the military academy. Occasionally, they will send me two greeting cards during the holidays.”

After Mo Tan finished speaking, he sighed sadly: "Why do you think I'm so useless?"

Idong remained expressionless: "Do I know those two people?"

Mo Tan shook his head: "I don't know."

Yidong continued to remain expressionless: "That means you did this when you were in elementary school?"

Mo Tan nodded: "Yes, yes."

Idong remained expressionless: "So what is your dissatisfaction with this world?"

"Tsk tsk, don't talk nonsense, I am satisfied with this world~"

Mo Tan smacked his lips, and finally put aside the topic of electroshock therapy, and continued to ask Yidong: "So you don't like to use 'recruiting ghosts' because you feel ashamed of your ancestral craftsmanship and because of the psychological shadow you suffered in childhood." 'Department of skills?"

"It's the spirit summoning system." Yidong corrected a sentence weakly, and said with a haggard heart: "Anyway, there may be reasons for this, I always feel that I must have encountered something unclean that day, otherwise my mother would not be able to I beat my dad up that night, and those who didn’t know thought they were playing SM.”

Mo Tan immediately followed up leisurely: "How do you know that the two of them are not really playing SM?"

Idong's face froze, and then he continued as if he didn't hear: "My family said that I fell asleep in the tea room on the first floor, but I didn't see any tea room at all that day, and they saw me wake up. The expression is not right, and I can't tell the specifics, anyway, my father and grandpa must have something to hide from me."

"Insufficient evidence." Mo Tan whistled absently, spread his hands and said, "Is there any other details worth noting?"

Unexpectedly, Yidong actually nodded his head: "Yes, I had a low fever for half a month after that, and when I went out for a walk in the past few days, I saw two old men without a shadow. All the details are very clear."

Mo Tan took out a small blue bottle and took a sip: "That can prove a egg."

"I didn't want to prove anything!" Yi Dong shook his head with a face full of pain, and said with vacant eyes, "I didn't believe there were any monsters and ghosts in this world."

"You said just now that you might have touched something unclean."

"I just say that, and you just listen."

"roll."

"Ahem, but I'm not kidding, I still have a deep memory of that incident." Yidong wiped off his cold sweat with lingering fear, and then put his hand into his bag: "And the most important thing is, alas, you still Remember how I suddenly got a bunch of system rewards a few days ago?"

Mo Tan nodded: "Remember, didn't you send me a message to brag about it at that time?"

"I found this when I was sorting out my things later, and it was the item reward that the system gave me that day." Yidong took out a black wooden sign about [-] centimeters in length, and shook it in front of Mo Tan: "It turns out that this is called The [Unnamed Tablet] props are exactly the same as the tablet I saw in that room in my dream when I was a child, and I panicked at that time."

Mo Tan rolled his eyes: "Maybe it's just the 'exactly the same' you made up in your head, the things in the dream are ambiguous, don't tell me that you didn't use the skills that the system rewarded you before because of this. "

"Not exactly, maybe it's because I'm more resistant. Anyway, I subconsciously didn't think that I would still be able to recruit ghosts."

Yidong laughed, then stood up and stretched his waist: "Just take it as a joke, don't tell others."

"I'm free to tell others that a friend of mine ran into a ghost when he was a child?"

Mo Tan cast a contemptuous look at his friend, and stood up unsteadily: "Then you really think too much. All in all, you don't have any psychological shadow anymore, right?"

"It should be fine. The fact that you died tenderly gave me a great sense of accomplishment and joy." Yidong shook his head with a smile, and then scratched his chin in confusion: "Speaking of which, I used those skills Although it was very frustrating at the time, it was inexplicably smooth and very handy. Whether it was the phosphorus fire, the banshee or the last two ghosts and beasts, I always felt that I could find the best way even if I didn't think about anything. Use them at a good time, and it really kills you in the end."

Mo Tan nodded: "In a more popular way, it means honey confidence."

"Whatever you say~"

Yi Dong shook his neck, put the tablet in his hand back into his bag, turned around and walked towards the door of the preparation room: "Okay, the fight is over, I'll go first."

"Who told you it was over?"

Mo Tan's voice came from behind Yidong: "Come, come, set the battle venue to [town], don't change other options, let's do it again."

"Do it again?" Yidong turned around wonderingly, shook his head and said, "It's not that I hit you. If you fight again now, the gap will only be bigger. Even if you change the venue, it's useless. You might as well find a Time to give the level. Why are you changing clothes so quickly when I go to you!"

Mo Tan pulled on his mask casually, and replied absently: "When changing large pieces of equipment in this kind of place, you don't need to 'take off' and 'put on', you're so slippery."

In addition to still wearing the same face, his equipment at this moment is completely different from before
The black one-shoulder cloak was replaced by a dark green long scarf hanging down to the waist, and the light metal armor on his body was replaced by a dark brown tight-fitting leather armor, with a hideous iron heavy crossbow hanging on the back, There are belts buckled around the waist and chest respectively, on which are hung crystal test tubes filled with liquids of different colors, most of the face is hidden under a black mask, only a pair of smiling eyes are exposed outside.
"Don't you think my fighting style just now is a bit unorthodox~"

Mo Tan, who had a completely new look, smiled, and two slender daggers were spinning briskly between his fingers: "Then how about experiencing the more mainstream ones this time?"

Chapter [-]: The End

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