Nightmare Light

Chapter 67: The Basement of the Newspaper Office (Extra chapter for Lady Meng Chun’s Golden Alliance!)
"shut up!"

Lin Wang's shout broke the tranquility in the fog.

The Light Chasers were indeed elite troops, and they completed the process of standing up, holding weapons, and taking out mundane objects almost instantly.

Old Joe even summoned out his shield, which had not yet been repaired.

Then they saw the source of their nervousness - the tall Northman.

I'm arguing with my cat and a little paper man who is not even as tall as the cat.

Looks like the argument hasn't been won yet.

All they heard was that young man from the north trying hard to tell his cat that he was the head of the family.

Several soldiers (including Old Joe) gathered together.

“Is this crazy?”

"It's crazy."

"It's so pitiful. The pressure in the fog is too great."

"No, it has nothing to do with the fog. I know exactly what's wrong with him."

Facing the curious gazes of his brothers, Old Joe said with a serious face and a sincere tone: "Brothers, I have a piece of advice for you: whether it's a paper man or a cat-eared girl, adults never make choices..."

"I can't have any of them."

……

Lin Wang sighed and gave up.

Trying to make a cat and a paper figure understand the complicated relationship between owner, pet, wife and husband at the same time is more difficult than fighting with hundreds of blood cultists.

After about seven or eight minutes, their relationship changed from the initial "unrecognized husband" and "unrecognized master and servant" relationship to "Cat Emperor, Knight, Maid, Cook..."

The Paper Bride plays three roles at the same time: a knight, a maid, and a cook.

Lin Wang was driving the sedan chair.

And Azhi's husband.

He shook his head and ignored the pair of abnormal clowns. Instead, he walked up to the Light Chasers and prepared to tell them about his plan.

"...Why are you all looking at me like that?"

The soldiers dispersed and started to get busy. Some began to organize their equipment, some went to find food, and one squatted down and started to tie his shoelaces.

The shoes he was wearing were those of Old Joe.

"Ahem, nothing." Old Qiao coughed and adjusted his expression. "Brother Lin, what do you want to say?"

"I'm ready to get into that empty scheme."

Then, he told the Light Chasers his idea: relying on a simple frequency modulation array and the paper bride's paper.

"You mean to say that you plan to use a simple magic circle, plus your mundane things... or your wife, to send us there?"

Old Qiao's face was seven parts suspicion and three parts embarrassment as he looked at Lin Wang's shoulder.

On his shoulder, on top of the paper bride's head, the alopecia had transformed into a few large characters: "This is my husband!"

"..." Lin Wang shook his head and patted his shoulder gently: "Azhi, do as we just said."

"it is good!"

The paper girl gestured with her hands and quickly produced several paper rolls.

Lin Wang took the paper scroll and handed it to the light chasers.

"Put it on your hand and try it."

The soldiers took the paper rolls one after another, and Lin Wang handed the last one to Lao Qiao.

After a few seconds, Lao Qiao shook his head and returned the paper roll to Lin Wang: "Give me a thicker one, this one won't fit me."

The paper bracelet made by the Paper Bride looks just right on other people's arms, but on Old Joe's arm, it looks like a ring.

“…Let’s make another one.”

After the light chasers had all put on their paper bracelets, Lin Wang nodded to the paper bride and said, "Let's begin."

Azhi raised his hands.

A low wind blew up out of nowhere, and the fog was blown by the wind. The light chasers felt a breeze blowing past them.

next second.

“…That’s all? It’s over?” The soldiers looked at each other.

Old Joe shook his head: "What effect will this have?"

Just as Lin Wang was about to speak, a member of the Mist Tribe who had been quietly following the soldiers suddenly cried out in surprise, "What's going on! You... why do you have the aura of my people on you?"

"What!" The soldiers were shocked and looked at each other hurriedly, while frantically checking their bodies. "Did we melt into mist?"

But after groping for a long time, they did not find any signs of mist on their bodies.

Old Qiao suddenly looked up, looked at the paper bride in shock, and then looked at Lin Wang.

"You changed our aura to resemble that of the Mist Clan? Your vulgarity...why did it have such an effect?!"

Lin Wang shook his head, then nodded again: "You're wrong about one thing: she's not my ordinary person, her name is Azhi... a companion, I suppose. However, she can indeed change your aura. This is also part of my plan."

When the soldiers heard Lin Wang mention "companions", they all showed expressions of sudden enlightenment, and a brave soldier even whistled.

Lin Wang's face trembled, and he abruptly changed the subject. He pointed at the Mist Tribe member and said, "So, you didn't actually detain him?"

"This matter concerns my people. I think I stand with you." The Mist Clan member said in a deep voice.

Lin Wang looked at Lao Qiao.

Old Joe shook his head. "We don't have enough manpower, and... he could easily transform himself into vapor and escape from the shackles."

He waved at the soldiers, "Since this...paper girl's 'little trick' is effective, let's get started."

The soldiers walked towards the cave. Below the cave, Lin Wang's half-finished formation had begun to glow faintly.

……

at the same time.

Haoyue Newspaper office building.

It was already night in Tangsheng City, and the office building was deserted and silent.

Xu Sunshan, the balding middle-aged man and editor-in-chief of Haoyue Newspaper, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyebrows, and let out a sigh.

He got dressed and walked out of the office, but stopped when he passed the Human Resources office.

Xu Sunshan looked at the words "Human Resources" on the office door and was silent for a full half minute. Then he took a breath and pushed open the office door.

The office was silent and everything was in its proper place.

The original owner of this office was an organized and capable woman. The office was clean and tidy, without any mess.

Old Xu walked over to his desk, where a photo of Director Xiao sat. He looked at the picture, round-faced and chubby, smiling brightly. He paused for a few seconds, then raised his hand, grasped the photo, and slowly turned it upside down. After a few seconds, he lifted it up again and straightened it.

Xu Sunshan shook his head and gently scratched the photo where the hostess's face was. "Let's go. I'll see you tomorrow."

At this moment, a strange noise suddenly came from the dark corridor outside the office.

Bang!

Old Xu turned his head suddenly: "Who!"

But the office area was silent, with no sound at all.

Old Xu looked down at the photo of Manager Xiao again, grabbed the pen on the table, thought for a moment and put it back, took a pen from the clothes hanger beside him, held it in his hand, and walked towards the corridor.

The corridor was silent.

Ever since the unusual incident in the office, although it was handled by the Public Security Bureau, it was a strange thing after all. Coupled with the death of Secretary Xiao, the office has been in panic for a long time.

Xu Sunshan is no exception.

Old Xu looked around and weighed the clothes hanger in his hand, trying to figure out the source of the sound. But he was just a scholar and weak, so he couldn't tell the source of the sound at all.

He tiptoed a few steps towards the office area, shouting as he walked, "Who! Who's there?"

No one answered.

After a few seconds, Lao Xu swallowed and changed his mind. He shook his head and returned to his office, taking out his cell phone as he walked.

Just as I was about to dial the phone, I heard another "bang" sound behind me.

This time, he heard it clearly; the sound came from the direction of the stairs.

That was the fire escape of Haoyue Newspaper, but it also led to the basement.

The office building of Haoyue Newspaper is an ancient building that is over a hundred years old. It was originally the residence of a nobleman during the Three Emperors period. The interior of the building is intricate and many areas, especially the basement, are unknown even to old employees of the newspaper like Lao Xu.

"It's the basement again... There are strange noises every once in a while..."

"The Public Security Bureau comes every time, but they can't find anything..."

"So... what's down there?"

Xu Sunshan held a clothes hanger in one hand and a mobile phone in the other, his expression changing constantly.

After a few seconds, he gritted his teeth, put the phone back into his pocket, gripped the clothes hanger tightly, and walked towards the basement step by step.

"If only that kid from the North were here... that physique..."

After entering the basement, Lao Xu turned on the light.

The lights in the dilapidated basement were dim and flickered from time to time with a crackling sound of electricity. They could only illuminate a small area in front, while the farther area was hidden in the shadows.

The walls of the room were made of old and rough bricks, with blackened joints between the bricks, and some random graffiti could be seen on the walls from time to time.

Some of the graffiti consisted of curse words and complaints, bearing the marks of being erased, while others consisted of strange symbols of unknown meaning.

There was a rotten smell in the cool air.

"The smell is exactly like a newspaper office."

Old Xu muttered to himself and walked into the basement corridor.

Boom!
From deep in the basement, there was another sound.

This time, the huge noise was accompanied by a strange sound like the whistling of wind and the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other.

"What's in the basement?"

Old Xu swallowed his saliva, held the clothes hanger and continued to move forward.

Near the end of the underground passage, there is a bend.

"I remember turning this corner and seeing a door at the end...was the sound coming from there?"

His palms were sweating as he gripped the clothesline tightly, moving closer to the bend in the passage.

Da da.

Suddenly, several footsteps were heard in the passage, and at the same time, a figure appeared in the flickering light!
The figure looked a bit like a human, but strangely and twisted.

Old Xu widened his eyes and swallowed.

He huddled behind the wall, holding up the clothesline in his hand.

When the figure reached the corner, Xu Sunshan let out a strange cry and hit it hard with a stick.

"Hey!"

The clothes hanger was hit hard, and the man opposite just raised his arm to block Lao Xu's attack.

The clothes hanger snapped, broke, and shattered.

"Old Xu! What are you doing!" the person opposite shouted.

Xu Sunshan was stunned and looked across at the opposite side.

Under the dim light, a fat, round-faced man glared at him angrily.

A fat man with a round face, his face full of trembling flesh and a protruding belly. The button at the front of his abdomen was broken, revealing his belly.

Editor-in-chief of Haoyue Newspaper, Hou Xuanzhang.

"Editor-in-Chief Hou?" Old Xu was startled and dropped the clothes hanger on the ground.

"Luckily I blocked it quickly, or you would have hit me on the head!" Chief Editor Hou glared at Old Xu. "What are you doing in the basement?"

"I heard some noise down here, and I got a little worried, so I came over to see... What's in that door?"

As Old Xu spoke, he moved a step to the right, wanting to bypass Hou Xuanzhang and see the end of the passage.

Just at this moment, Lao Hou took a half step to the left, blocking Lao Xu's sight. "I just checked, and there's nothing."

Old Xu narrowed his eyes and said, "Boss Hou, what do you mean?"

"You don't believe what I said?"

"We journalists only believe in evidence."

"My word is proof."

Lao Hou took another step forward: "Editor Xu, return to your post."

Old Xu refused to budge: "We journalists are at the scene of the news!"

"I say again, there's no news here!" Hou Xuanzhang shouted, glaring at Old Xu. "Xu Sunshan, there's no news here!"

Old Xu looked at his newspaper's editor-in-chief, was silent for a few seconds, and then whispered, "Mr. Hou, you should know that our newspaper's slogan is 'Pursue the Truth,' right?"

"Old Xu, although our newspaper is committed to pursuing the truth..."

"But the space in a newspaper is limited."

　Extra chapter for Meng Chun! Thanks again!
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