Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 291 One less person
Someone is ringing the doorbell outside...

Is it the last participant?

Because of the sudden ringing of the doorbell, all the people in the living room were filled with various questions in their minds, and ignored Wang An who was about to reveal his identity in the invitation letter.

Everyone looked at each other.

In the end, Zoya got up on her own initiative and walked towards the door to open it to see who was outside.

"Ding dong, ding dong~"

Looking at the door getting closer and closer, Zoya finally showed a trace of solemnity on her face.

She slowed down a little bit, and touched the pocket of the windbreaker with one hand. There seemed to be something in it, and a shape that was probably a long strip was faintly revealed.

Finally, she approached the door.

Gently pressing the rusty doorknob with the palm of your hand, and slowly applying force, the not-so-young spring made a clear sound in the buckle.

Then the door opened...

What everyone didn't expect was that what greeted them outside the door were neither participants nor scary things, just some fragmented clothes and a scratched handbag.

Looking at the things lying at the door, Zoya instantly saw bloodstains on the clothes, and the color was very fresh. It should be less than two or three minutes before the bloodstains appeared.

"People are gone,..."

She was still vigilant, poked her head out to look at the lush green forest around her, but found nothing, everything was still the same as when she came here, maintaining the scene of sunshine and woods.

After making sure no one was at the door, I picked up the clothes and the scratched handbag and went back to the living room.

Everyone was also very surprised when they saw what she was holding in her hand. Chang Hao, who was closest to her, asked:
"Is there no one outside?"

"No, only these clothes and a scratched handbag," Zoya replied, shaking her head, "but I found blood on the clothes."

"Bloodstains..."

Chang Hao walked to her side and carefully checked the blood-stained clothes. Liu Meijia and Hu Jingchong who were sitting in the living room also came closer, looking for possible clues together.

Everyone knows that the importance of information is indispensable for what will be encountered during this three-day and two-night trip.

Even Liu Meijia, who is kind to others, may not be able to guarantee that she can selflessly give all the information she gets, let alone facing a group of strangers, which is the nature of human beings to seek good luck and avoid evil.

On the other hand, Wang An in the living room was startled when he heard that there was blood on his clothes, and there was no knocker outside the door.

"Blood, should we call the police..."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and all kinds of scary and murderous movie scenes instantly appeared in his mind. When he looked at the forest scene outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, he lost his initial appreciation. He felt that there was a pair of cold eyes hidden in every tuft of grass. .

"It's not necessary." Zoya glanced at Wang An, who was fidgeting, and flipped through the blood-stained clothes.

This is a very ordinary dress, and no one has even heard of the brand, but only on the waist of the dress, it seems to be scratched by some kind of sharp instrument, and sporadic blood spots are splashed out.

And then opened the handbag.

It contained nothing but a dry invitation.

Looking at the invitation letter that seemed to have been soaked and then dried again, Zoya raised her head, exchanged a glance with Chang Hao beside her, then immediately put it away and put it in her pocket.

And her selfish behavior was seen by everyone around her, so she was naturally dissatisfied.

Hu Jingchong stepped forward and stretched out his hand, saying:
"Now the whereabouts of the seventh participant is unknown. There may be some useful clues on that invitation letter. I think it's better for everyone to take a look together."

Unexpectedly, facing Hu Jingchong, who was a head taller than herself, Zoya smiled coldly, her arm shot out like lightning, and instantly went along Hu Jingchong's shoulder, and clasped him backwards.

This set of fighting skills is so smooth and smooth that when the people around have not reacted, they only heard Hu Jingchong's scream, and then what appeared in front of them was Zoya who controlled a group of people with a very beautiful grabbing movement. A young man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters.

"Miss Zoya, please let him go."

Seeing that Hu Jingchong who came together was attacked by Zoya, the smile on Liu Meijia's face disappeared little by little, and she took out a yellowed bell from her close-fitting pocket.

The small bell was gently rippling in his hand, and the clear and crisp sound could be heard in the living room for a while, but Wang An, who was nestled next to the fireplace, sneezed, feeling that the surroundings suddenly became much colder.

"This is..." Zoya squinted her eyes and stared at the bell in Liu Meijia's hand. With a "poof" smile, she let go of Hu Jingchong, who was sweating in pain, "You are pretty good."

As soon as the words fell, she returned to the living room on her own, but Liu Meijia, who was waiting for the battle, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly put away the cold bell, and then supported Hu Jingchong, who seemed to have twisted his joints, and brought him to the living room. While resting.

"The bell just now... can't be wrong, it's a supernatural prop! This Liu Meijia is indeed a person in the supernatural circle. Although I don't know if she is a ghost master, but just looking at the bell, it is probably no more My blood high school notes are bad!"

Chang Hao, who had witnessed all this, remained calm on the surface, but his heart was turbulent.

You know, the rules of the Blue and White Society are.

Intern employees can get a supernatural prop lent by the company as a means of saving their lives, but after becoming a regular employee, they have to return their supernatural props.

So at the moment, Chang Hao doesn't have supernatural props on him. Now that he sees a good thing similar to the supernatural props he had before, it's inevitable that his heart will be moved, and it's a real heartbeat.

Indeed, according to the company's regulations, company employees are not allowed to violate the bottom line, but if Liu Meijia died in these three days and two nights, then the bell would naturally become a thing without an owner. A matter of course.

"Zoya should have noticed the difference in the bell just now. She may also have a plan to capture the bell. She is a potential opponent of my mission this time, but she may not be the opponent..."

Thinking about how to get more benefits from this unknown and terrifying game, Chang Hao followed the group back to the living room.

Looking at the blood-stained clothes on the table, everyone's complexions were not very good. Even Wang An, who had been planning to call the police just now, sensed that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and curled up in a corner, not daring to speak.

And at this moment, Zoya, with her two slender legs raised, seemed to have found something from under the coffee table, and stretched out her hand to take it out for a look.

I saw that under the coffee table was a rectangular box with seven photos inserted correspondingly.

The respective names are also printed below the photos, which are the seven participants in this tourism activity!
But what makes everyone shudder is that at the end of the seven photos, the last photo shows a woman with a dazed expression and no energy. Although she is smiling, the surroundings are all black and white, as if The posthumous photos are ordinary, and I dare not look at him.

And looking at the clothes on her body, it was exactly the same as the dress on the coffee table!
(End of this chapter)