Wen Jianyan suddenly felt confident and full of energy.

His eyes fell on the column "Photography".

This time, the plot on the identity card is [not unlocked yet], which has become [Unlocked]. Is this the difference between a limited-time copy of the role type and a normal limited-time copy?

Under his thoughtful gaze, the plot on the identity card slowly emerged:

[Your name is Wu Qinghe, a platform signed by the Ling anchor. Recently, you heard that there were many supernatural events in the Happiness District. So, on July 14th, you came here with your equipment and prepared to shoot materials for your new video "Yuan Festival".]

The main task has been refreshed.

[Main Task 1: Check in the Happy District within two hours]

【Completion degree: 0】

[Main Task 2: Go to Room 1304 to shoot, the shooting is within ten minutes]

【Completion degree: 0】

Wen Jianyan stared at the screen of the phone and fell into deep thought.

The word "moving in" is very key.

Yes to enter, is to check in.

In other words, he must live in this area, just to enter it.

This is probably a bit difficult for Wu Qinghe, the spirit-detecting anchor.

【Integrity first】In the live broadcast room:

"I went to the live broadcast room of several other anchors next door to take a look. Most of his identity cards are residents in the Happy District. Now, we have basically started to explore the map. Only my poor dog liar, a miserable person, was left outside the map. We have to find a way to live, and I am so laughing to death."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha it's really miserable."

"It's okay. The first task will always be too difficult. I remember that there is a rented advertisement at the entrance of Xingfu District? As long as the anchor exchanges points for some cash and asks the apartment administrator to say it, there should be no problem."

While the live broadcast room was having a lively chat, Wen Jianyan made all the expected actions.

He raised his eyes and quickly swept the vegetable market in front of him, walking in one direction with a strong purpose.

The owner of the pork shop was chopping the pork bones on the chopping board with a sharp kitchen knife. The scarlet blood flowed down the chopping board full of knife marks, and his movements were quick and skillful.

"Hello."

At this moment, a young man's voice sounded from the top of his head: "Can you give me a piece of paper?"

The other party really has a good voice, clear, soft and polite. Even in the chaotic market, it attracts attention like a clear spring.

The boss's wife subconsciously raised her head.

I saw a young man standing in front of the shop, his hands spread awkwardly, and the white palms were stained with blood from the shop: "I'm so embarrassed, I just rubbed a little..."

The other party was very close to each other, with handsome facial features and a delicate figure, and the clothes he was wearing were also clean and decent, and the dirt on his hands seemed even more dazzling.

His amber-colored eyes were shyly lowered, and a little soft wave was rippling in the setting sun. When he was stared at such eyes intently, he almost felt a little refusal.

The boss's face turned slightly red.

"No problem, man, wait."

She wiped her palms on her apron, turned her head and searched around the shop, but found that the toilet paper roll that had just been placed on the table had disappeared and saw it.

The boss's wife hesitated for a moment and pointed to the light yellow oil paper used to wrap pork beside her:

"I know this?"

"when."

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and smiled, and took the oil paper from the other party with clean hands: "Thank you."

He turned around and left the pork shop, took out the toilet paper that had been walking from the other shop from his pocket, pulled a piece, carefully wiped the blood stains he had deliberately rubbed on his hands, and threw them into the trash can.

Immediately afterwards, the young man folded the light yellow oil paper and rigorously flipped his white fingers, easily folding the paper into what he wanted.

He folded three times in a row, put the folded things in his pocket, turned around and walked towards the door of the Happiness District.

"dong", "dong", "dong".

The doorman's window was gently knocked from outside.

“…Who is who?”

The doorman was in his fifties. He pushed open the greasy window and looked over. There was a black sleeping blue in his eyes, looking irritable:

"What are you doing? Visiting registration?"

", I'm visiting."

Wen Jianyan retracted his gaze from the area and turned his head to look at the doorman in front of him.

The young man in front of him looked particularly young, regardless of his clothes or his face, and he responded with kindness and politeness.

However, his eyes flashed with a very quiet glow. He looked over in an instant, making the guard feel a little worried: "Then what are you here for?"

Wen Jianyan took a step forward, took a folded, light yellow copper coin from his pocket and placed it gently on the windowsill.

The guard's face looked a bit too beautiful: "What do you mean?"

"Before 12 o'clock tonight, burn it at the corner of the corridor on the 13th floor where the lights disappeared and take it."

The young man lowered his voice and ordered word by word:

"But this is a way to crack it. Remember, this can last for a long time, the farther you go, the better you need to come back."

After saying that, he took a step back: "Goodbye, good wishes."

Wen Jianyan turned around and walked in the direction away from the area with nostalgia.

He counted seconds silently in his heart.

“10,9,8…”

Hurry, the sound of panting came from the back: "Wait, wait!"

The guard's voice was panicked and rushed, and he pressed it on Wen Jianyan's shoulder: "Brother, wait!"

Wen Jianyan's lips curled up slightly with traces.

He turned his head and asked in a pretentious manner, "What's wrong?"

"You...why are you..."

The guard stood firmly, his eyes moved with a little comfort, and subconsciously lowered his voice: "What do you know?"

"I just passed by."

Wen Jianyan shook his head, calming:

He took a deep breath, glanced unconsciously into the happiness area, and quickly took it back as if he was very afraid:

"I'm just a bunch of things, you must take it to your heart."

"but……"

He paused.

The doorman subconsciously held his breath: "But what?"

"Nothing." Wen Jianyan sighed again, looked up at the gradually dark sky, and the color in his eyes was stained with a hint of heavy color: "Tonight is the Yuan Festival, I'm leaving."

He held back his chorus and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Don't leave, don't leave!" The guard hurriedly grabbed Wen Jianyan's arm, and his attitude had already taken a 180-degree turn. His attitude was sincere and sincere: "Brother, you, you look like a tall person. Recently, this area is indeed..."

He secretly looked around and confirmed that there was nothing nearby, and then said gingerly:

"Something strange happened."

"It's a bit too convenient to talk here. I know you're willing to... go and chat?" the guard asked nervously.

A smile flashed through Wen Jianyan's eyes.

OK, it's taken the bait.

In just a few minutes, he had quickly looked around the entire doorman.

The Five Emperors Coins are hung near the window. The position of the hanging is awkward and correct. It should have been hung for a long time. I guess I only have only a little understanding of the metaphysics of the hanging.

The guard wore a Buddha string on his hands, a cross hanging around his neck, and a statue of Guanyin was placed on the table.

Such a complex combination can be seen as a rush to seek medical treatment. No matter how Buddha or ghosts can be used, they can believe it.

In extreme fear, you will lose your ability to judge and grasp any spider silk that stretches into front of you.

——No matter whether this spider silk is stacked with pork rolls.

【Integrity first】In the live broadcast room:

“…”

"Grass! I'm sorry for you, a dog liar! [Reward points                                                    �

"Grass! I'm sorry for you, a dog liar! [Reward points                                                    �
To be continued...