[MTL, BL] I Conquer The Hidden Boss by Brushing My Face [Infinite Stream]

3.15

Jiang Fuyue had 4,399 notices in advance, knowing that the film was composed of 13 actors and 1 phantom. It was known to be the actors' Si Ming and Shen Duxian, and it could never be a phantom.

But the mission issued by the system is—[Find out the "phantoms" among you, and end it. ]

Others subconsciously think that "you" means that all the people who escaped in the apartment are "actors", and one of the 14 actors present is a phantom.

While Jiang Fuyue is an actor, she may also be a phantom.

Therefore, even without the key to the safe house, he is the target of the three Si Ming's pursuit.

Jiaojiao led the way with her phone in hand, and soon came to the eighth floor.

They had also explored this place before, knowing that the door on the eighth floor was locked and could not enter, so they didn't take it too seriously.

Just as they were about to follow the radar upstairs, a shrill scream suddenly came from the door!

Even after a long distance, it is full of scalp-tingling fear and misery, like broken and rusted saw teeth pulling through frosted glass, splashing countless sharp fragments, scratching the oil painting canvas, and then a bucket of hot red The paint splashed on the canvas, and countless rivers of upside-down blood flowed out.

The three of them were horrified, knowing that someone must have been murdered in the building.

But, how did that person get into the blocked 8th floor?

What did the ghost hear and follow?

Unable to answer his doubts, Si Ming suddenly thought that after the death of the first woman, the ghosts obtained ears and hearing from her, so what will the ghosts get when the second deceased appears?

Anxiety came to her heart, she grabbed the two people beside her and ran up quickly, while typing on her phone to remind: [The ghost may have become stronger! Be careful! ]

Jiaojiao and Iris nodded quickly, and ran up the radar!

The radar shows that the three-point collection is on the 9th floor!

And in 0818, thick and hot blood poured all over the ground.

As soon as the slender fingers loosened, the corpse whose brain had been drained fell limply. The clean and tidy white shirt was already covered with large mottled bloodstains, and bloody flowers slowly bloomed.

The flowerbed of death flourished in him.

The man's face was completely cut off, leaving only the white bones and four hollows where flesh and blood were squirming.

The ghost lifted his face and applied it to his face again, and countless small hands stretched out from the bald head and pulled the skin to connect.

"Puff...Put...Put..."

This time, another organ failed to fit and fell to the ground.

Eyeballs, lips and tongue, lying in a pool of blood.

Only a tall nose stopped steadily in the center of the face, and it quickly merged with the pale skin of the ghost, losing its blood color and becoming one.

Slightly twitching his nose, the ghost smelled various scents in the air.

The first to bear the brunt is the blood in the room.