I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"Are the people upstairs moving these past few days?"

The girl with a mourning band on her arm glanced out the window and then closed it.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but when she closed the window, she caught a glimpse of what seemed like a shadow crawling past the window.

The shadow was very large; it didn't look like a cat, but rather like a person.

The girl thought about Song Mo, whom she had met before, and sent an "abnormal" report to the Special Investigation Bureau with some unease.

……

……

The dark figure did indeed climb into the rented room at the end of the Song Dynasty.

The man clung to the outer wall like a gecko, using the protruding drainpipes of the old building to make his way up.

His fingers and toes were covered with grayish-green gloves, the surface of which was covered with extremely fine scales, and the fingertips had suction cup-like indentations.

[Lizard Feet (Iron): The product of a lizard demon after shedding its skin. Wearing it allows you to crawl freely like a real lizard. Just be careful, if you wear it for too long, scales will actually grow on your hands.]

"Click".

The man pinpointed the location of the rented house in the late Song Dynasty, spat out the dagger from his mouth, and gently pried open the old and deformed lock.

He stuck his head in and stopped, listening intently like a snake.

The rented room was unusually quiet.

There was no sound of human breathing, no noise from air conditioner outdoor units in the summer.

Far downstairs, an electric scooter whizzed past, and the man used the sound to land lightly inside the house.

The moonlight shone in from outside, and even without turning on the lights, one could clearly see the furnishings inside the room.

The man, familiar with the place, held the dagger close to the closed bedroom door and cautiously opened it—

Still no one.

Strangely, the room was frighteningly cold, with wisps of chill seeping into your bones.

The man frowned, reluctantly squatted down to examine under the bed, and finally even opened and looked through the wardrobe.

No personal belongings were left behind.

"Damn it," the man muttered under his breath, "Do you think she can just vanish into thin air?"

Before he arrived, he had confirmed that the player staying here was a support player with little offensive power.

Despite the other party's attempts to conceal the truth, the records kept by the Special Investigation Bureau cannot be faked.

The opponent went through at least three or four instances, and survived them all.

What does this mean?

This indicates that the other party must possess some kind of life-saving item, or that she herself has a high enough score.

Young, living alone, a support player.

It's practically a little fat sheep covered in golden fleece.

……

The man paced around the rented room several times before returning to the window, taking off one glove to send a message:

"The fat sheep we targeted has escaped."

The message was automatically deleted one minute after it was sent, leaving the chat group completely empty.

Half a minute later, someone sent him a private message with a photo. It looked like a registration form, and the camera was shaky, as if it had been taken secretly.

The form had a photo from the late Song Dynasty pasted on it and was stamped with the Special Investigation Bureau's seal.

[Late Song Dynasty, female, status: guarantor]

Guarantee recipients: Shen Yan and Shen Zhu.

Non-human player: Ghost.

Residence: *** Garden, *** Street, *** District, Jiangcheng City

Below that was a line of smaller print, which was the file number automatically generated by the registration center. The man stared at the form for a while before replying to the message:

"Guarantor? She joined another team? I haven't received any news about that."

[Reliable sources indicate that the "Fox in the Orchid Garden" instance has been upgraded to a secret realm, and this fat sheep (a derogatory term for a vulnerable player) is likely also participating in this instance.]

This team has only three members: Song Mo, and two other registered non-human players. Their full name is the "Spirit Summoning Team," and their estimated score is between five and eight thousand points.

[The end of the Song Dynasty isn't the main point; the two non-human players accompanying her possess a complete set of the Orchid Garden set, currently valued at around 9.5 million on the black market.]

[There's another message, source guaranteed, 200 points per message.]

The man answered without hesitation: "Sure."

After a pause, the other side added:

The only red-quality item in the entire server, "Fragment of the Book of Life and Death," is currently in the hands of those two ghosts.

[A copy announcement was made at the time, so it's impossible for something to go wrong.]

Red-quality item?

A sudden, boundless greed gleamed in the man's eyes. He bit his right index finger, his heart pounding wildly.

"Are you sure the items are still in their hands and there was no transaction?"

The Special Investigations Bureau also seems interested in making contact.

If you had acted any later, this prop might not have belonged to anyone else.

Want to collaborate?

The man paced anxiously on the ground several times before finally making what seemed like an important decision:

"We can cooperate, but I was the one who set my sights on this prey first, so I have to choose it first."

The other party didn't delay and immediately sent the specific address of Genting One:

[Wait a minute, there's an update. The psychic team made a deal with the Chen family this afternoon. We can't get the detailed information, but we can confirm it's not a red item; it's a silver attack weapon.]

Silver-tier offensive weapons.

The man's aura was more robust; three months ago, Sotheby's in Hong Kong sold a silver-grade flying device for eight figures.

The fact that the psychic team could easily produce one item for trade indicates that they have many more.

The man felt a burning sensation in his stomach.

"...I know Yunding No. 1. It used to be the mansion of the Lu family. The surrounding area is surrounded by high mountains and dense forests. Even if you fire a gun inside, no one at the foot of the mountain may hear it."

We need to act quickly, otherwise, if the Special Investigations Bureau targets us, neither of us will escape.

"I can call four people over here, plus two professional gamers: the Weather Observer and the Curse Master."

The man eagerly extended the invitation:

"How many can you play?"

The fewer people who know about this, the better. I have three people involved, all of them professional gamers.

"Deal. The split will be the same as always: I get three and you get seven... no, I get four and you get six, but I want to choose first. Whoever gets the red item gets it."

[Okay, I've arrived in Jiangcheng now. See you at the villa on the hillside in an hour.]

Messages kept popping up, but they were all read and then immediately destroyed, leaving no trace.

The man seemed to have already foreseen the end of the Song Dynasty, and his throat itched with excitement. He couldn't help but kick the bed board.

He didn't linger. He turned around, climbed out the window, and, just as he had come, silently slid down the exterior wall of the old building.

After a long while, a tattered ghost face suddenly popped out from under the bed board, its expression extremely ferocious, as if it were gloating.

—It's a ghost toy that Ah Yan forgot in her rented room.

It made a sound like a fish blowing bubbles, and the temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

……

……

……

Song Mo had no idea that she still had a red prop in her hand—she hadn't organized a gathering in a long time.

The last time we got together, we ate hot pot together in our rented apartment.

However, not everyone was there at that time, and the space was small, so there was no place for Ayan and Azhu to run around and have fun.

Fortunately, the house was big enough and had everything.

In the underground storage room, even the barbecue grill was brand new and equipped with fruitwood charcoal.

As for what to eat?

As long as incense and candles are lit, Ayan and Azhu can eat anything. The rat servant eats everything, the Xie Zhi only eats spiritual fruits and the souls of the most wicked, the bus ghost only eats low-level materials, and the banshee who brings death only eats fruits.

After much deliberation, Song Mo decided to simply put the food on the table and let everyone take what they wanted to eat.

The steaks in the refrigerator were neatly arranged, and there were also several large bags of shrimp and lamb chops in the freezer.

There were quite a few bottles of wine in the cabinet, more than a dozen rows, some with the labels still on. Song Mo only picked out a few bottles with nice colors and then rummaged through his backpack to find some other things.

Celtic fairy fruit emitting a pale pink glow, green sleeves as soft as cotton candy, and witch's fingers resembling radishes.

There were also various potions to replenish health and mana. She had tried them before the end of the Song Dynasty, but they didn't have much effect on her. However, they tasted sweet and sour like yogurt.

If Qi Yue saw the precious "medicinal herbs" that he was carefully protecting, arranged like a fruit platter, he would probably die on the spot.