I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The knock on the door echoed in the empty corridor, and even the heavy rain outside the window could not cover it up, giving Jones a bad feeling.

Not long after, a low and chaotic noise came from inside the door. Jones, who was standing in front of the door, couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quicken, and he even instinctively began to take deep breaths to calm his emotions.

He stared at the peephole on the door, and saw a scary, round eye suddenly appear there, as if someone was staring at him with his eyeball pressed against the peephole.

In an instant, Jones was stunned by the view from the cat's eye.

Jones felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet to his heart. He swallowed and subconsciously stepped back a distance.

There was silence for a moment. The atmosphere was a little depressing, and there didn't seem to be any intention of opening the door.

Jones reacted immediately and said, "Excuse me, we encountered some trouble when we passed by here. Can we come in and ask for some water?"

He thought that since he was outnumbered, the people inside wouldn't dare to open the door, so he tried his best to appear kind and dispel the fear on the other side.

After he finished speaking, the scene fell silent again.

Just when Jones was feeling a little overwhelmed, the door suddenly opened slowly.

The person who appeared in front of him was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

The top of his head was slightly bald, but there was a tuft of hair stubbornly left in the middle of his head, which was particularly eye-catching under the dim light in the room.

The middle-aged man's cheeks were thin, but his arms were unusually strong, covered with calluses from years, revealing a strange sense of power.

Even an ordinary person like Jones could sense a powerful aura emanating from the middle-aged man, not to mention that his teammates next to him had already begun to frown.

Seeing that the middle-aged man didn't speak, Jones thought he was mute.

But the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Come in."

This sentence was very cold, without any emotion.

If you look closely, you can even see that the middle-aged man's facial expression has not changed.

It gives people a feeling that he looks ordinary, but is actually very capable.

In order to find clues, Jones had no choice but to take his men in first.

They had just discussed it, three people would go in, and two would wait in the dark outside.

Even if something goes wrong, we won’t be blamed for it all.

Those who go in are, of course, Jones, a psychopathic fighter, and a psychopath.

Waiting in the wings outside are the mentally ill security guard and another mentally ill patient.

When Jones and the other two entered the door, they were at a loss as to what to do.

Although the corridor looks dirty and messy from the outside, it is spotless and very clean inside.

The owner of this house, a middle-aged man, seems to have mysophobia.

Everything is arranged very neatly.

Then the first problem arises. Jones and the other two have been wearing raincoats. Even after coming in to explore for a while, the remaining rain water is still dripping.

What's more, the shoes of the three of them were even dirtier. Not to mention they had just walked around the edge of the Cursed Lake, they had also walked on the muddy road for more than an hour, and their shoes were covered in mud.

If I just walked in like that, I would definitely make the middle-aged man's room dirty.

Jones saw at first glance that even if this was not a death trap, it would trigger a decrease in the middle-aged man's favorability.

You know, in the world of ghost stories, the level of favorability determines whether the natives will provide help to the Chosen One.

So Jones stopped the two teammates who were about to go in and asked them to take off their raincoats and put them on the "hanger" near the gate. However, it was this hanger that made Jones feel something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Then they asked the middle-aged man for some shoe covers, which they put on their feet.

Jones knew there was definitely danger here, but he also needed to pay attention to the details.

After everything was ready, the three of them entered the room.

The place where the middle-aged man lived was very spacious and fully furnished.

Jones sat down on the soft sofa naturally. It was fine at first, but after sitting for a long time, he felt it was a bit hard. The two teammates also sat in different places, looking around vigilantly.

Because everyone feels that something is wrong here, but they can't see why.

At this moment, the middle-aged man sat opposite several people and said to Jones: "Are you a doctor?"

After all, Jones was wearing a white coat, a professional attire that was easy to recognize.

Jones admitted it readily and said directly that he was a doctor in the mental hospital next door and these two were his colleagues.

When they came, the teammates had already changed their clothes. After all, pretending to be a doctor is better than wearing the clothes of a mental patient.

And here, Jones is the only chosen one who triggered the outrageously perverted process.

At first, Jones didn't know what the trap was and just chatted with the middle-aged man normally.

The middle-aged man is an office worker. Because of the disaster, he can only survive here.

He spoke reasonably well, was able to explain the characteristics of his profession, and was clear and organized, and did not seem to be lying.

As they chatted, Jones found that he was quite easy to talk to and not as scary as he had imagined.

In a subtle detail, a sharp-eyed viewer saw that the middle-aged man seemed to deliberately approach Jones and then sniffed him.

But Jones seemed not to notice and was still chatting with the middle-aged man, trying to get some information.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "We've been chatting for so long, you must be thirsty. I have a bag of good tea here. I'll make some for you."

Having said that, he stood up and went to his room.

Not long after, he came out with an iron can and started making tea in the living room.

There were three cups of tea, and they smelled very fragrant.

The middle-aged man placed the teacups on the tables of Jones and the other two.

The psychotic fighter said he likes his drinks cold and will drink them later.

The mentally ill teammate said that he was not thirsty for the time being and thanked the middle-aged man for his kindness.

Next it was Jones' turn. He said that he didn't intend to drink it either. In a place like this, who knows what the middle-aged man took out of the house, and he didn't know whether it was drinkable.

You can't just eat anything from the world of ghost stories.

In his heart, he was just cursing his two teammates for being so quick to speak. They said all the excuses he wanted to make, leaving him with nothing to think about.

Just as Jones was trying to find an excuse, a special process appeared.

The middle-aged man personally brought the teacup to Jones, as if he wanted Jones to drink it.

The scene became tense at one point, and the audience was worried about Jones. Would Jones find an excuse to refuse or just drink it directly?

His teammates also seemed to be preparing for action. If Jones was forced, they would have to take action first and then find a way to escape from this place.

By now the teammates outside the door should have set up the trap.

Even if they couldn't defeat this middle-aged man, they could still leave alive.

But no one expected that Jones would take it and drink it directly.

The audience and teammates were a little surprised. Are you so bold to gamble?

If something really goes wrong, no one can save you.

Jones was also the only Chosen One who triggered the middle-aged man to serve tea himself.

At that time, Jones just felt that the middle-aged man seemed to have no ill will towards him.

Then Jones and the middle-aged man began to communicate again.

Seeing that the time was right, Jones said, "You've lived here for so long, have you ever been to the lake next door?"

(End of this chapter)