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Chapter 7 New Employee

Shen Fei no longer followed the two college students this time, he wanted to go to the monitoring room to have a look, he groped for a while, due to the condescending perspective, it was not difficult to find.

The monitoring room is about a dozen square meters. The door is in the corner on the south side, and the core part is on the west side. There is a custom-made cabinet with a width of about two meters.

The server is placed under the cabinet, and two rows of six monitors are set up above, and each monitor presents a monitoring screen in the form of a nine-square grid.

Since the server needs to dissipate heat, the air conditioner in the room was turned on. Shen Fei moved to the top of the monitoring room, feeling that the room temperature was lower than the suitable temperature for the human body, and it felt a little cold.

In the room, a middle-aged man with a slightly high hairline was sitting on an ergonomic chair with universal wheels.

There were two small triangular coffee tables at hand, and the ashtray in the center of the coffee table was already half full, and the smell of smoke permeated the whole room, making Shen Fei who was looking down feel a little uncomfortable.

There were still a lot of sundries scattered in the room, but what caught Shen Fei's attention the most was a crock-shaped vessel in the corner.

Thanks to his fairly smart brain, Shen Fei's grades were always top-notch during school.

The old man didn't care about Shen Fei's studies, whether it was good or bad, it was Shen Fei's own life, and the old man didn't intend to interfere too much, it seemed that in this respect, he was indeed a bit pessimistic.

Shen Fei lives very comfortably in the local area, and has no intention of chasing top universities. Under the premise that his grades can easily enter Greentown University, whenever he has free time, he will find some books to broaden his horizons, astronomy, geography, natural humanities, not to mention proficient in everything , at least it can be regarded as dabbling, the old pancake man belongs to it.

At this moment, he could roughly distinguish that the pot-shaped vessel should be a seal-shaped amphora.

The urn's body was not the Panchi pattern he had seen before, but he couldn't identify the exact pattern, he just felt that the pattern was a bit strange.

In the monitoring room, Liu Yiming, who is the boss, is personally in charge of field control and sits here.

Originally, the escape room was on the verge of bankruptcy, but by chance, he saw an opportunity to bring his shop back to life.

He updated the script, rearranged the scene, and for some ulterior reason, let the original field controller act as an NPC in the venue, and he sat in the monitoring room alone, responsible for the field control of all scripts.

"Xiao Ma, you go through the staff passageway to change positions with Xiao Zhao, his acting skills are too bad, you go to the top, cough, cough, cough, and when you cooperate with Uncle Zhang in the chase scene, guide the camera more to shoot our venue layout, Cough, cough, cough..." Liu Yiming directed the staff.

There are not many employees in the store, most of them are old people who have been working since the store opened, and have been with me for three years.

From the beginning of the industry's rise and tasted the sweetness, to the decline of the popularity, and finally to the inevitable decline, and then to the fact that I reversed the decline due to some strange encounters, I have tasted the ups and downs during the period.

From the perspective of employees, as a store manager, he has a unique eye, and the updated script and venue are very attractive to tourists.

However, only he knows that what really attracts tourists is the "new employees" he recruits.

The store has been open for three years. From the beginning, the tourists were panicked and fascinated. Later, after the routines were familiarized, the tourists chatted with NPCs pretending to be ghosts, danced and guessed.

Over time, venues that cannot bring excitement to tourists have lost their appeal to real user groups.

He still remembers that at the beginning of the second year of the store's opening, eight police academy students formed a group to open the book.

In one of the rooms, Xiao Zhao, who was pretending to be a ghost, was doing push-ups and shouting slogans. He didn't pay attention to Xiao Zhao's ghost appearance at all. This brought Xiao Zhao a very strong sense of frustration. If It wasn't for his earnest efforts to persuade him to stay, Xiao Zhao resigned that day.

Three or four months ago, he was wandering around a street in the ghost market, and came across a stall selling clay pots.

The uncle didn't yell or show off, he just sat on the ponytail with his hands clasped in each other, watching the individual visitors.

A ghost market is not a haunted market, nor is it a market run by ghosts, but refers to certain places in the city where street stalls open in the middle of the night and close at dawn.

On a whim, he talked to the uncle for a few words, and bought an earthen pot with two small handles by accident.

It didn't cost much, mainly because he couldn't remember why he bought it afterwards, so he just shook his head and left it in the corner.

The next night, when he was sleeping in a daze, he was woken up by the second daughter and the first child. Of course, the second daughter and the first child were not talking about human beings.

Looking at the three floating objects coming in and out of his closet, although Liu Yiming was frightened out of his wits, trembling all over, speaking tremblingly, unable to control some liquid in his body fleeing privately, at least he didn't faint from fright .

After all, a normal person wakes up in the middle of the night, and when he opens his eyes, there are three creepy, eerie smiles at you. The key is that laughing is much scarier than crying. If he can't pass out, he thinks he is brave... right? ?

After communicating most of the night, I roughly figured out the situation.

The three ghosts also woke up from the jar in a daze, only knowing that they should obey the orders of the owner of the jar, and they didn't know anything else. Moreover, the three ghosts were still very rudimentary, and they were useless except for their scary looks.Knowing this, he felt a little relieved.

Since these three ghosts are incapable of harming him and still obey his orders, then...then they must be looking for that damned old man who set up a stall. Who can stay with the ghosts!

After spending a whole day waiting until the ghost market started to sell stalls, he waited at the stall with the pot early on, but he just waited and waited, but he didn't see the old man after all, and it was the same for the next few days.

He tried to ask the authorities for help, but the fat policemen who received him sent him away after hearing only a few words.

He also tried to find a folk expert, but he was either bluffing or deceiving.

In desperation, he began to ponder, study, and test the usage of the crock and the three little monsters.

He can give orders to the three little ghosts by touching the body of the urn.

Although the three ghosts have different shapes, they have similar abilities. Because they cannot see the sun, they hide in the urn during the day, and can only appear at night or in dark places. They can be blurred or explicit. They are mainly used to scare people. After scaring humans, they can absorb shadows. gas.

At first, Yin Qi could only be used to strengthen the solidity of the spirit body, making the little ghosts more eerie and terrifying. After more than a month of his operation in the store, the total amount of Yin Qi of the little ghosts can be released outside.

Of course, the effect of the release can only make people tremble slightly at most, and it takes effort to ice a Coke.

I don't know if it's because of staying with Gui for too long. Recently, he feels extremely weak. He catches a cold and has a fever at every turn. He feels powerless to make out with his wife.

But now, seeing that the business of the store is getting better day by day, and he is in a particularly comfortable mood, he can't help being happy, and the corners of his mouth are almost grinning to the ears before he knows it.

He took out another continuation from the cigarette case, took a deep breath, and felt at ease, but it was accompanied by bursts of uncontrollable coughing, "cough cough, cough cough cough", and then the coughing ended long breath.

Shen Fei didn't know if Liu Yiming was happy now, but he who was peeping from above couldn't be happy at all.

(End of this chapter)