Xiong Shan Ai has repeatedly mentioned that the demon is a woman, is it possible that there is still a love-hate entanglement in the story of the Thirteen Pictures?

When I looked at Ai Kumayama, the latter turned around with a smile: "The subway station in front is where the thirteen pictures begin. This is an Internet celebrity subway station!"

Ye Xuan said: "Can we take the subway with the guy?"

Xiong Shanai shook his head and said, "No, it's not for you to take the subway. The reason why that subway station has become an Internet celebrity is because people will go there from time to time to kill themselves. The dead all jumped into the subway and died. ”

"Although the authorities have continuously strengthened protective measures, there are still people who infiltrate them through various methods and kill themselves. The subway station has a magical power that entices people to jump into the tracks. The first story to be able to trigger the Thirteen Drawings is in the subway station. ”

I turned my head and said, "Didn't you say that the Thirteen Pictures have been around for a long time?

Xiong Shan Ai said: "No, this is not the subway station, and so many things have not happened before. It was only after the subway station that it became the starting point of the Thirteen Pictures. ”

I was silent for a moment and said, "I want the first starting point of the thirteen drawings. Whether it's legend or reality. I need to find out that place. ”

Xiong Shan Ai was slightly stunned: "Are you sure you want to start with the legendary location? In that case, you will be equivalent to completing the thirteen drawings from the second or third task." ”

I frowned, "What do you mean?"

"That is, after you get out of the subway station, you are likely to move on to the next goal. That target could be the place where the first drawings first appeared decades ago, or hundreds of years ago?"

I took two steps back and forth with my hands behind my back, and when I was thinking about where I should start the task, Ye Xuan suddenly looked at the entrance of the subway station: "It seems that someone is calling me?"

"What?" I turned my head suddenly, and Xiong Shanai suddenly smiled: "Your mission has begun, good luck to you!"

Xiong Shan Ai's figure is like a ghost, from the time we gradually fade in front of our eyes, I vaguely saw a woman's silhouette beckoning to me, that person seemed to be Xiong Shan Ai, but it seemed to be a little different, I stared at the phantom, Ye Xuan strode into the subway station.

When Jing Yuan and I rushed into the station after Ye Xuan, Ye Xuan was already standing under a pillar, looking up at the pillar, I stretched out my hand and pulled Ye Xuan: "What are you looking at?"

"The person who called me just now was on the pillar, and he was still ...... just now" Ye Xuan pointed to the pillar and said, "She was squatting on the pillar just now!"

"You're a magic barrier!" The pillar was clearly the load-bearing pillar supporting the ceiling, and there was not even a little gap between the top and bottom, how could it be possible to squat on a person, unless the person was squatting on the edge of the pillar in the air.

Ye Xuan turned his head and said, "I don't have a magic barrier, I really saw it, he was there just now, he called me ......"

Before Ye Xuan's words were finished, I heard someone behind me say, "Sir, do you buy flowers?"

I suddenly hit a spirit, I was talking to Ye Xuan, but it didn't mean that I couldn't hear it with my ears, the other party came behind me silently, almost sticking to my back to speak, I didn't even notice it at all!

I slowly turned around, only to see a little girl in a sailor's suit and holding a bouquet of flowers standing behind me, and she clearly held a bouquet of chrysanthemums for the dead.

The moment my eyes made contact with the top of her head, the girl also raised her head, a pair of black and white eyes staring at me, and I could clearly see that the other person's pupils were spreading outward.

She's not dead!

She's a dying person!

I saw the passage of life in her eyes.

The girl, unaware that she was dying, held up the bouquet in her hand to me: "Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

"Don't buy it, thank you!" I said, staring at the other party and said, "You sell flowers in the subway station, does anyone buy them?"

The girl put the bouquet away and walked past me: "Maybe there is!"

The other party stood not far from me while talking, and the light shining from behind the girl seemed to make her the focus of attention in the subway station.

The other party seemed to say to himself: "Why doesn't anyone buy my flowers? No one buys flowers, so I can only keep them to myself." What should I do?"

Ye Xuan suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Old class, that person has come out, you look up." ”

I followed the direction of Ye Xuan's finger, and when I looked up, there was only an incandescent lamp on the wall, and the light fell on the girl's body obliquely.

Is there anyone on the wall except for the lights?

The girl under the light was still muttering to herself: "What if no one buys my flowers?"

Why does that girl have to sell flowers?

The thought in my mind spun quickly, and Ye Xuan suddenly said, "Your flowers, I sold them!"

"Don't go!" I wanted to reach out to stop Ye Xuan, but I didn't expect him to suddenly slide past me, and the girl couldn't wait to push her hand and pushed the flower into Ye Xuan's hand.

The man also took a few steps back and exhaled: "Sir, you must sell the flowers before midnight tomorrow." Otherwise, this bouquet of flowers will be placed on the side of the subway to pay tribute to your soul. ”

"Throw it away!" When I reached out to grab the flowers, the subway lights were also shooting from behind us, and before I could turn back, the girl suddenly jumped into the subway, and the blood burst out from the side of the car as the train roared by, and the subway window lattice was immediately dyed a blood-red color. Ye Xuan, who was standing outside the security line, was also splashed with blood.

Between Ye Xuan and I looking at each other, the subway had been speeding away from us all the time. When Ye Xuan and I looked at the bouquet of flowers in his hand at the same time, the rope tied under the bouquet suddenly broke, and the bouquet was scattered among the blood on the ground, red and white, overflowing with blood. But the corollas are all facing the direction of the subway. It looks like someone put flowers on the ground to pay tribute to the dead.

The girl said: If you can't sell the flowers in your hand, you have to use them to pay tribute to the souls of the dead. Is that what it means?

I heard the sound of my palms slapping the ground behind me. When I looked back, the girl who sold flowers was already standing not far from us with blood: "That gentleman, why don't you give me money for the flowers you bought?"

Ye Xuan only said to buy flowers just now, and he hadn't taken out the money yet. The girl stuffed the flowers in his arms, if it was from the perspective of buying and selling, Ye Xuan really didn't buy her flowers.

The girl grinned and screamed, "Why are you lying to me?"

"I didn't ......" Ye Xuan was stunned, he really wanted to buy flowers.