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

It’s not that Jones didn’t perform well. Jones is the kind of chosen one who will find a way to solve the problem when he encounters danger.

If he had not asked Zhang Yangqing, he might have been able to pass, but he would have encountered many fatal troubles in the process and would have died on the spot if he was not careful.

Zhang Yangqing is different. He is the chosen one who knows where the danger is before he encounters it.

Since he knows all this, why would he still step into the trap? When it is not necessary, Zhang Yangqing will choose a bolder way to get through it.

But sometimes, knowing is one thing, but being able to do it is another.

Zhang Yangqing was only analyzing the intelligence given by Jones, but it was Jones who really had to pass the test.

After silently saying "May Master Zhang bless you", Jones mustered up his courage and began to make preparations.

Following Zhang Yangqing's instructions, Jones searched the room for paper and pen.

After discussing with the psychotic fighter what to do next, Jones prepared to leave the room.

He took a deep breath, slowly turned the handle, and the door slowly opened with a creak.

As the door slowly opened, a cold breath blew in, mixed with the smell of dampness and incense.

Jones stepped out of the room and saw a dark and gloomy corridor in front of him. There was a depressing and weird atmosphere all around.

Following the room map in his memory, he moved forward cautiously. The wooden floor under his feet made a creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet night.

He felt his breathing become heavy. Even though it was only a few steps away, the air he breathed was filled with unknown fear.

As he passed the living room, he felt a chill run down his spine.

In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of the yellowed photos on the wall, the faces that had long lost their color looming in the darkness.

Suddenly, he was horrified to find that the corners of the people's mouths in those photos were trembling slightly, as if they were whispering silently.

In a strange and dark room late at night, this scene can really make one's hair stand on end.

The scene he saw in the abandoned mental hospital last time immediately emerged in his mind. He still remembered that at that time, he didn't understand what the doctors wanted to express, but the next second, a strange nurse attacked him.

"This should be some kind of signal. Those doctors and I are on the same side. They look weird when they speak, but they are definitely reminding me."

Many things in the world of ghost stories follow certain rules, and as long as you encounter similar things, you can deduce them.

Thinking of this, Jones suddenly noticed something moving in the dark room.

The feeling of approaching death made Jones' heartbeat accelerate instantly, and he felt a strong sense of fear surging in his heart.

He didn't dare to stop and immediately quickened his pace and rushed towards the master bedroom.

Finally, Jones came to the door of the master bedroom. He knocked on the door without hesitation. The rapid and powerful knocks echoed in the empty room.

The waiting process seemed like a torture to him, and he felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

As the door of the master bedroom was opened, a soft light appeared, and the strange situation in the living room disappeared instantly, as if it had never happened.

And those yellowed photos also returned to calm.

It was the man in the sweater who opened the door. Jones noticed a detail here. That is, the curly-haired woman in the room had changed into pajamas, but the man in the sweater was still wearing casual clothes.

It was like he had something to do tonight and was too lazy to change.

The sweater man opened the door and asked Jones what was the matter. Jones said embarrassedly that he was not hungry just now because he was too tired, but now that he relaxed, he could not stand the hunger and asked the sweater man to make something for him.

As Zhang Yangqing expected, the sweater man needed Jones to break the impasse, so even though there was a hint of displeasure on his face, he still agreed to Jones' request.

There was no way Jones could have handed the note to the curly-haired woman under the sweater man's nose.

When the sweater man came out, he closed the door of the master bedroom.

He asked Jones to wait in the living room while he heated up the leftovers for him.

When the sweater man entered, Jones's helper came in. The psychopathic fighter was short and his movements were light.

He quietly came to the door of the master bedroom and slipped a note into the crack of the door.

Here, according to Jones' instructions, he only stuffed two-thirds of it in, leaving one section outside, and kept shaking it.

If the curly-haired woman could see and take it, she would pull it right in.

If Zhang Yangqing made a wrong judgment, the psychopathic fighter could just pull out the note to avoid it being seen by the sweater man, thus triggering the conditions for being attacked.

Of course, it’s not that Jones doesn’t believe Zhang Yangqing, it’s the psychopathic fighter who brought this up.

Jones thought it was feasible and did not refuse.

Soon, the note was pulled in, and the psychopathic fighter completed his task and hid directly in the bathroom.

After all, the meeting place was written on the note.

Not long after, the man in the sweater came out with a bowl of rice.

Even though Jones was not hungry, he still finished the whole bowl of rice.

The man in the sweater watched Jones enter the guest room before returning to his master bedroom.

Jones returned to the guest room and paced back and forth anxiously, feeling like the day was a year.

My heart is filled with anxiety.

About 21 minutes later, the door of the guest room was pushed open and the psychopathic fighter walked in.

Without asking in a hurry, Jones closed the door and put his ear to the door. After making sure that there was no one outside, Jones asked the psychopathic fighter if he had any gains.

The mentally ill fighter said that he waited in the bathroom for a long time before the curly-haired woman came in.

At this point, the psychotic fighter pulled out a note written in blood and handed it to Jones.

[The child is a three-legged monster. Do not touch him. Leave here and go to Curse Lake to find the portrait for me. I will reward you.]

After reading it, Jones felt something was wrong.

The sweater man's intention was to get me close to the child, and the curly-haired woman told me not to get close to the child.

In theory, what the curly-haired woman said should be correct.

But the question is, why are the words "Save the children" written on the ground?

Doesn't this conflict with what the curly-haired woman said?

Jones is one of those people who seems to be able to judge it but just can't.

Because he has entered the process of Zhang Yangqing's thinking mode, which is not his usual habit of solving problems when he encounters them.

He couldn't keep up with Zhang Yangqing's way of thinking, so in the end he could only send a message to Zhang Yangqing.

After reading the message sent by Jones, Zhang Yangqing analyzed it and replied: The intelligence matches. This woman is also deceiving you, but she provided useful information.

According to Zhang Yangqing's explanation, the woman was clearly mopping the floor at the beginning, but she just didn't want others to see anything.

So the four words 'save the children' are correct.

The child might be being leaned over by a ghost now, but the ghost didn't seem to have the intention of hurting the child. Instead, it stopped the attempts of the sweater man and the curly-haired woman.

If we analyze it this way, the child is the real owner of this family, and they are both outsiders, or to be more precise, you too.

(End of this chapter)