There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 143 "Sigh of the Abyss"

The midnight clock ticked.

The chef prepared elaborate food, the host enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner, and the servants cleaned the vases in the villa.

The melodious sound of the piano sings in the dark, and in the attic, the tapping footsteps interweave a requiem, dancing freely in this silent world.

The blind woman who watched all this sighed in mourning in the darkness.

[This script killing project "Sigh of the Abyss" is about to start, players please get ready. 】

[Main task: find out the ghost hidden in the story. (Submission type)]

……

Xu Shuo opened his eyes, and then found that there was still darkness in his vision, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers.

Even if you put your palm in front of your eyes, you can't see it at all.

At that moment, he thought he was still in the preparation space before entering the script, but then he touched his face.

You can't touch anything in that space.

Xu Shuo simply called out the player manual, and finally a light source appeared in the dark field of vision. The column of personal information is the information of the character he played this time.

Character: Blind girl.

Task: Find out the ghost hidden in the story. (commit style)
submission?
This is the first time Xu Shuo has come across a script for submitting missions, but he has also learned about it in the script space. This kind of script is a unified mission for players, who choose their own suspects and submit them to the system.

The person who solves the case first gets the highest reward.

But the character information this time is too little, right?
Why only name and task?

No identity information at all!

His current posture seemed to be sitting on a chair. Xu Shuo reached out and touched a round stick. Judging from the thickness and length, it should be a cane.

Or, a guide stick?
At this time, he heard sparse sounds from the side again, and he could even simulate the shape of the sound waves after the collision in his mind.

On his right hand, there is a hand holding a pen, and the tip of the pen hits something on the table, making a soft "click" sound.

Immediately afterwards, more and more voices sounded, the screeching sound of chair legs scraping across the floor, the soft sound of leather shoes falling on the ground, and someone's questioning sound.

These voices seem to be rippling in the dark space, like ripples, very clear.

Has your hearing improved?
However, it is said that people who are blind usually have other senses that are very sensitive, and those who are gifted are even so sensitive that they are terrifying.

Just like the character Xu Shuo possesses now, he can analyze every syllable he hears, and use the diffusion of sound waves to simulate a similar picture in his mind.

It is a very good skill.

……

"Didn't you turn on the light?"

At this time, someone said something loudly, followed by the sound of chairs moving and walking.

Not long after, with a bang, the light was turned on.

The gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling cast light, and the room was instantly brightened. The people sitting around the long table squinted slightly because of the sudden light.

The man who turned on the light looked around, his eyes resting on the two girls next to the first seat.

While others squinted to adapt to the light, or raised their hands to the side to block the light, she was the only one who remained indifferent, holding a black cane in her hand, her eyes were empty and unfocused.

she can't see?

The man was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows and sat back in his original position, which was just opposite to the girl.

The girl wore double ponytails and twisted braids, her face was delicate and lovely, her skin was faintly pale, and she felt as transparent and fragile as glass.

And those unfocused black eyes made her feel more vulnerable.

There were seven people sitting at the long table, three on the left and three on the right, and the one sitting in the first place was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes who looked refined and refined.

"I came here as soon as I opened my eyes. What happened, who are you?" The woman sitting first on the left asked with a frown.

She was wearing a white chiffon shirt, her hair was tied behind her head with a butterfly clip, and a delicate red music note brooch was pinned to her chest, and she was spinning a pen in her hand.

"I can't remember anything, what is this place?" The man who just turned on the light looked at everyone.

"I'm not sure, and my mind is blank." The man in chef's clothes opposite shook his head.

"Ah~ so everyone has amnesia?" Sitting at the end of the long table, the girl in a tight red dress propped her chin and said in a somewhat frivolous tone.

Xu Shuo bowed his head and remained silent, acting like a quiet handsome man, silently listening to this group of people acting.

In the script this time, everyone probably has only one name and one task, and as for what they can deduce, it's all up to them.

Moreover, it is not sure whether everyone is a player, and it is not known whether there are NPCs mixed in.

What's more, among the seven of them, one is a ghost!
……

After someone opened the conversation, several people began to chat about the current situation. The only information they can get now is the props around them.

Sitting in the first place, the man in suit and leather shoes may be the owner of this villa, and there is a stack of delicate strawberry desserts on the table in front of him.

According to his own statement, he seems to be working as a lawyer at present.

Woman holding a pen professes to be a writer.

On the table in front of her were a few bound manuscript papers, half of the story had been written on it, and the content of the story was biased toward urban emotional writing.

The man sitting opposite her was fat, and he smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. He should be the chef in the villa, and his chef uniform was still stained with strawberry jam.

Next to the chef is a man in a black tuxedo suit with shoulder-length hair parted in the middle.

He was the one who turned on the light just now.

There seemed to be a melancholy artistic atmosphere floating on the man. His identity was a pianist, and he was holding a sheet of music in his hand.

pianist?
Hearing this identity, the young man sitting at the end on the right subconsciously glanced at the female writer. The red music note brooch on the other's shirt shone under the light, delicate and noble.

He claimed to be a servant. He was wearing a dark red vest and holding a wet rag in his hand. He seemed to be cleaning up before that.

The male servant withdrew his gaze from looking at the female writer, and after putting down the rag in his hand, his hand hanging by his side suddenly touched something again.

He paused imperceptibly, rubbed his fingertips against the outline of something in his trousers pocket, and confirmed that it was a gun.

Moreover, it is slightly slimmer and smaller than ordinary pistols, and feels like a revolver.

Afterwards, the male servant put up his legs calmly, and slightly covered the outline of the pockets of his trousers with his slanted posture.

At this time, sitting at the end of the right seat, the girl in the red dress held her chin and said with a smile: "I seem to be a dancer. Maybe I came here to participate in the ball?"

While talking, she put her eyes on the little girl with braided braids above her, and her eyes were full of interest.

"This sister, it seems that you can't see it?"

(End of this chapter)