’This isn’t a ghost, this is a psycho, right?’ Gao Neng made an accurate assessnt imdiately. Then, his grip on the hamr in his hand tightened.
He was sure this one was different from the other four. At the very least, this woman was clearly pretending to be a psycho, not a ghost.
"Big brother, can you co and dance with ?" Just as he was thinking, the female psycho in the hospital gown hopped in front of him again.
It looked like she wasn’t afraid of Gao Neng’s hamr at all.
"Dance? Sure! What do you want to dance?" Gao Neng nodded. ’Running out here in the middle of the night to act like a psycho... just wait till you get a little closer, and see if I don’t hamr you to death.’
"What dance? Oh... Let’s play a clapping ga!" The female psycho continued clapping her hands as she gradually approached Gao Neng.
"Sure, let’s play the clapping ga!" Gao Neng nodded again.
"You clap one, I clap one, you clap two, I clap two..." The woman arrived in front of Gao Neng with a harmless expression, extending her grimy hands toward his.
In an instant, Gao Neng was already swinging the hamr in his hand.
He was looking for a tricky angle to bring the hamr down. As long as it connected, she would definitely go down imdiately.
But just as his hamr was halfway raised...
He got a clear look at the woman’s face. She had a sowhat charming face, half-hidden by her hair. On the visible half, you could see that the corners of her eyes tilted up slightly. Her face was grimy; she wasn’t gorgeous, but she wasn’t ugly either.
But that wasn’t the point.
The point was that deep beneath this face, after peeling it back layer by layer with his Eye of Deprivation, he saw the true face hidden within.
Perfect features, bright eyes, as exquisite as a painting, and brimming with a heroic spirit.
Although Gao Neng had only seen this face once, a girl with this level of beauty had left a rather deep impression on him.
’What the hell...’
’Are you sure this isn’t Shen Ning’Er?!’
CLANG!
The hamr slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. Along with the hamr, the wrench he had hidden in his other hand also dropped.
...
My na is Gao Neng!
And I’m panicking like crazy right now.
’Shen Ning’Er is a psycho from the North Suburban ntal Hospital?’
’And she’s about to make play a clapping ga with her, and worst of all, I have no choice but to play along?’
Gao Neng stared blankly at the woman holding out both her hands.
He was so scared he felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
"Co on, big brother, let’s play!" Shen Ning’Er reached out and clapped Gao Neng’s palm once, then blinked, waiting for his response.
"O-Okay..." Gao Neng focused all his ntal energy on calming himself down. Then, he started playing the clapping ga, following Shen Ning’Er’s rhythm.
"You clap three, I clap three, you clap four, I clap four..."
A wonderful rhythm echoed through the abandoned factory.
anwhile, Huang Ya and Fatty, who had been dozing off in front of the monitors, woke up.
Then, they both saw the sa thing on the surveillance screen: a guy with a big black bag and a face mask playing a clapping ga with a woman in a hospital gown inside the factory.
"???" Huang Ya’s face was a question mark.
"..." Fatty was just as stunned.
"What are you seeing?" Huang Ya asked.
"A scavenger and... a female psycho? Are they... playing a clapping ga?" Fatty said slowly, his expression weird.
"Damn it, what the hell are those four idiots playing ghost doing? How did they let these two into the factory? Do they not want their jobs anymore?!"
"Brother Huang Ya, look outside the factory!"
"Huh?!" Huang Ya followed Fatty’s finger and looked at the cara feed for the factory entrance. A chill shot straight up his spine.
Because lying there were four "ghosts" in different costus.
And they were arranged quite neatly.
"What do we do, Brother Huang Ya? Should we go out and finish those two off right now?" Fatty clenched his fists.
"No, sothing’s very wrong. There’s a problem. They took out four people in one go. With just the two of us, we might not be able to handle them. We have to report this imdiately!" Huang Ya decided at once.
"Report it? There are only two of them... Is that necessary?" Fatty was unconvinced. He was confident that with the elent of surprise, he could have taken out those four "extras" outside the door himself.
"You don’t know shit. You know who dies the fastest?"
"Who?"
"People who are stupid enough, just like you are right now, full of yourself! If we report it, whether or not the higher-ups deal with it is their problem. But if we don’t report it and sothing goes wrong, it becos our problem!"
"Right, Brother Huang Ya, you really are our boss. You think of everything. Should we report it to the higher-ups right now?" Fatty was instantly enlightened.
"Calling, calling... this is the factory monitoring room!" Huang Ya had already grabbed his walkie-talkie before Fatty could reply.
"What is it?"
"There’s a scavenger and a female psycho in the factory. They’re extrely dangerous... They took out the four extras, and now they’re... dancing in the factory..."
"Dancing what?"
"Looks like they’re playing a clapping ga. No, wait, they’re not playing that anymore. I think... they’re owing like cats?" Huang Ya felt a toothache coming on.
"..."
...
In fact, Huang Ya wasn’t the only one with a toothache.
Gao Neng’s teeth were aching quite a bit, too. Because Shen Ning’Er was indeed owing like a cat, and she was doing it while still playing the clapping ga.
’What the hell kind of plot is this?’
’Wait!’
’That’s not right!’
’Why is Shen Ning’Er here?’
’She’s following !’
’Yes, she must be following . But why would Shen Ning’Er follow ?’
Gao Neng wasn’t entirely sure. Most importantly, he was in disguise and wearing a large face mask. How did Shen Ning’Er track him?
’Has she recognized or not?’
’It’s a coincidence. This must be a coincidence. Maybe Shen Ning’Er is on so kind of mission, and we just happened to run into each other. Yes... that’s it!’ Gao Neng felt a chill on his back.
But after she finished owing, Shen Ning’Er suddenly stopped and stared at him with an ice-cold gaze.
"Why aren’t you owing?" Shen Ning’Er stopped moving, her cheeks puffed out. She looked furious, as if she was ready to start a fight at the slightest disagreent.
"Why should I ow?" Gao Neng had cald down. He didn’t know why Shen Ning’Er was acting like a psycho, but he knew a man had to take the initiative.
He couldn’t let Shen Ning’Er keep leading him around by the nose like this.
"Let’s have a contest to see who’s better at it," Shen Ning’Er said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Why have a contest?"
"If I win, you give ten Alliance Coins. If I lose, I’ll give you one hundred Alliance Coins. How about it?" Shen Ning’Er was very direct.
"..." Gao Neng was speechless.
’She can’t actually be a psycho, right?’
’Is this really Shen Ning’Er?’
"Co on, big brother, copy . OW OW OW..."
"OW OW OW." Gao Neng complied.
"Big brother, you’re so good at it! I lose. Here’s a hundred Alliance Coins for you." After saying that, Shen Ning’Er took out one hundred Alliance Coins and threw them on the ground.
"!!!" Gao Neng’s eyes practically bulged out of his head.
’She’s really paying ?!’
’She actually gave money?’
’Could it be that the real goal of this mission isn’t to fight ghosts, but to ow like a cat with Shen Ning’Er? System... you really are sothing else.’
"Then let’s do a tiger’s roar next."
"Sure," Gao Neng agreed readily this ti.
"AWOO AWOO..." Shen Ning’Er began.
"AWOO!" Gao Neng’s roar was even more powerful.
"I lose again, here’s another hundred. Let’s do a bird’s call next. CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP..."
"CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP!"
"Oh dear, I lost again. Another hundred for you. Next, let’s do a sheep’s bleat. BAA BAA BAA..."
"BAA BAA BAA!"
"Another hundred for you. Now, a mouse’s squeak. SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK..."
"SQUEAK..."
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