Chapter 799: Damn, Do You Really Dare to Drink? (Please Subscribe, Please Vote)

The knock on the door echoed in the empty corridor, and even the heavy rain outside the window could not cover it up, which gave Jones a bad premonition.

Not long after, there was a low and chaotic movement from the door. Jones, who was standing in front of the door, couldn't help but speed up his heartbeat, and even instinctively began to take a deep breath to adjust his emotions.

He stared at the cat's eye on the door, and saw a round and scary eye suddenly appeared there, as if someone was staring at him with his eyeballs pressed against the cat's eye.

In an instant, Jones was shocked by the sight from the cat's eye.

Jones felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to his heart. He swallowed his saliva and subconsciously stepped back a little.

There was a moment of silence, the atmosphere was a little depressing, and there seemed to be no intention of opening the door inside.

Jones immediately reacted and said, "Excuse me, we encountered some trouble when we passed by here. Can we come in and ask for a drink of saliva?"

He thought that there were many people and the people inside did not dare to open the door, so he tried to show a kind scene to dispel the fear of the other side.

After he finished speaking, the scene was silent again.

Just when Jones felt a little overwhelmed, the door suddenly opened slowly.

In front of him appeared a middle-aged man who looked ordinary.

His head was slightly bald, but there was a tuft of hair stubbornly left in the middle of his head, which was particularly eye-catching under the dim light in the house.

The middle-aged man's cheeks were thin, but his arms were unusually strong, covered with calluses of years, revealing a strange sense of power.

Even ordinary people like Jones could sense a strong breath emanating from the middle-aged man, not to mention that his teammates next to him had begun to frown.

Seeing that the middle-aged man had not spoken, Jones thought he was dumb.

But the middle-aged man turned around and said, "Come in."

This sentence was very cold, without the slightest emotion.

If you look closely, you can even find that the middle-aged man's facial expression has not changed.

It gives people a feeling that he looks ordinary, but hidden.

In order to find clues, Jones can only take people in first.

They had just agreed that three people would go in, and two people would wait outside in the dark.

Even if something went wrong, they would not be wiped out all at once.

The people who went in were naturally Jones, the mentally ill fighter, and a mentally ill patient.

The mentally ill security guard and another mentally ill patient were waiting outside.

When Jones and the other two entered the door, they were a little at a loss.

Although the corridor was dirty and messy outside, it was spotless inside and was very clean.

The owner of this room, the middle-aged man, seemed to have mysophobia.

Everything was placed very neatly.

Then the first problem arose. Jones and the other two had been wearing raincoats. Even if they came in to explore for a while, the remaining rain was still dripping.

And their shoes were even dirtier. Not to mention that they had walked around the edge of the cursed lake, they had walked on the muddy road for more than an hour, and their shoes were all muddy.

If they just walked in like this, they would definitely dirty the middle-aged man's room.

Jones saw at first glance that even if this was not a death trap, it would trigger a decrease in the middle-aged man's favorability.

You know, in the world of ghost stories, the level of favorability determines whether the natives will provide help to the Chosen One.

So Jones stopped the two teammates who were about to go in and asked them to take off their raincoats and put them on the "hanger" near the gate. However, it was this hanger that made Jones feel something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Then he asked the middle-aged man for some shoe covers, and they put them on their feet.

Jones knew that there must be danger here, but the details also needed to be grasped.

After everything was done, the three entered the room.

The place where the middle-aged man lived was very spacious and fully furnished.

Jones sat on the soft sofa naturally. It was okay when he sat down at first, but he felt a little hard after sitting for a long time.

The two teammates also sat in different places, and they looked around vigilantly.

Because everyone felt that something was wrong here, but they couldn't see it.

At this time, the middle-aged man sat opposite several people, and then said to Jones: "Are you a doctor?"

After all, Jones was wearing a white coat, and this professional dress was easy to recognize.

Jones readily admitted that he was a doctor in the mental hospital next door, and these two were his colleagues.

When they came, the teammates had already changed their clothes. After all, pretending to be a doctor is better than wearing the clothes of a mental patient.

And here, Jones is the only one who triggered the abnormal and outrageous process.

At first, Jones didn't know what the pit was here, and just chatted with the middle-aged man normally.

The middle-aged man is an office worker who can only survive here because of the disaster.

He talked properly, and he could also talk about his professional characteristics, and he was clear and organized, and he didn't look like he was lying.

As they chatted, Jones found that he was quite easy to talk to, not as scary as he imagined.

In a detail that was difficult to notice, a sharp-eyed audience saw that the middle-aged man seemed to deliberately approach Jones and then smelled him.

But Jones didn't seem to notice it, and was still chatting with the middle-aged man, trying to get some information.

At this time, the middle-aged man suddenly said, "We've been chatting for so long, you must be thirsty. I have a bag of good tea here. I'll make some for you."

As he said that, he stood up and went to his room.

Not long after, he took out an iron can and made tea in the living room.

There were three cups of tea in total, and they smelled very fragrant.

The middle-aged man placed the cups in front of Jones and the other two people's tables.

The psychopathic fighter said that he liked to drink cold drinks and would drink them later.

The psychopathic teammate said that he was not thirsty for the time being and thanked the middle-aged man for his kindness.

Then it was Jones' turn. Jones said that Jones didn't plan to drink it either. In such a place, no one knew what the middle-aged man took out of the room, and he didn't know if it was drinkable.

Things in the world of ghost stories can't be eaten casually.

In his heart, he just cursed his two teammates for being so quick-mouthed. They said all the excuses they wanted to say, and he still had to think about it.

Just when Jones was thinking about excuses quickly, a special process appeared.

The middle-aged man personally brought the cup of tea to Jones, and he seemed to want Jones to drink it.

The scene began to become tense for a while, and the audience was sweating for Jones. Will Jones find an excuse to refuse or drink it directly?

The teammates seemed to be preparing for action. If Jones was forced, they could only take the initiative and then find a way to escape from this place.

The teammates outside the door should have set up a trap now.

Even if they couldn't beat the middle-aged man, they could leave alive.

But no one expected that Jones would take it and drink it directly.

The audience and teammates were a little surprised. Are you so daring to gamble?

If something really goes wrong, no one can save you.

Jones is also the only one who triggered the middle-aged man to serve tea in person.

At that time, Jones just felt that the middle-aged man seemed to have no ill will towards him.

Then Jones and the middle-aged man started to communicate again.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Jones said, "You have lived here for so long, have you ever been to the lake next to you?"