"Pick up your stuff and me off!"

Suddenly there was a loud shout at the door.

The uncles and aunts turned their heads in unison, dumbfounded.

I stare because I can't find the person who is talking at all.

Oral stupidity may be because you can't find someone to talk to, so you don't know what to say.

I hesitated, quietly pulled out my phone, turned on the flashlight, and shone it towards the door.

Su Buzhi manifested himself in the dark.

The black clothes he wore today, black pants.

Coupled with his complexion, he is really invisible at night.

The uncles and aunts saw clearly that it was another young man who spoke, and then they began to chatter again.

"Who are you, what are you yelling about, are you educated, you are louder than anyone!"

"This kind of virtue at a young age. ”

"Scare my child, your parents will give me one!"

Very cooperatively, a child who was pulled up by the aunt to watch the excitement cried "wow".

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry, baby doesn't cry. "The aunt patted the child on the back.

"Whew. The child kicked his legs and howled.

"Don't cry, mom will give you toys to play with. The aunt looked around and found the figure carefully packaged by the original owner in the closet.

Naturally, she opened the glass door of the closet and pulled the figure out.

It looks like I've done this before, and I'm familiar with it.

"Baby doesn't cry Baby doesn't cry, look, there are plastic dolls. The aunt held the figure in front of the child and shook it.

"Don't be a doll, woo. The boy waved his hand and slammed the figure on the ground, and then cried even harder.

The figure fell into two in an instant. "Ah, don't cry, don't cry, mom will find you something else to play with. ”

Auntie's eyes began to search around again, and she didn't realize that it was someone else's house.

Or rather, she didn't realize that there was anything wrong with messing around with other people's things.

If there was a pot here, the aunt might want to wrap the corpse over there in egg mixture, dip it in wheat bran, and fry it until it is golden brown on both sides.

All in all, some people are like this, they never take into account the feelings of others, and only focus on themselves.

It's like this everywhere, but it happened to happen to me today.

Nothing to complain about.

I can only say that I am unlucky.

I withdrew my gaze, sighed softly, and then turned my head to look at Su Buzhi.

Su Buzhen is different from me.

He tilted his head, watched their argument with interest, and then slowly raised his right hand.

A punch slammed into the door.

The door panel shattered, along with the frame and half of the wall against the door.

", or, die. Su Buzhi looked at them.

The uncles and aunts were stunned for a while, and then they each picked up their own things, and ran out.

As he ran, he shouted: "Killed, killed, someone is going to kill." ”

Because the wall was smashed by Su Buzhi, they ran quite smoothly.

It didn't take half a minute to be gone.

Soon only me and Su Buzhi were left in the room.

"Do you want me to pick you up? Su Buzhi blocked the light with his hand and looked at me.

It looks like the flashlight is a little shaky to his eyes.

"No, no, no". I quickly turned off my flashlight and prepared to get up.

Then I noticed that my left foot was stuck in the table leg and couldn't move at all.

"Okay, princess hug. "I opened my arms.

"Think beautifully. Su Buzhi walked over and kicked the table leg to pieces. I clinged to the wall and climbed up.

"It's so violent, so direct. I said.

"It's not violent, it's not direct, and soon that buddy has to be taken away from his arm. Su Buzhi pointed to the corpse lying there.

I remember that guy had headphones on his head.

Now I only have two slices of cabbage on my ears, and it's still the kind with insect eyes.

It is estimated that which aunt is kind-hearted, afraid that this buddy's headphones will hold her ears, so she deliberately took away the headphones and left two pieces of original ecology, and vegetables that have not been sprayed with pesticides to supplement his vitamins.

"Wow, headache. "I held my head, a little irritable.

It's hard enough to find useful clues, and it's still so devastated here.

The murderer's face was about to burst into laughter.

Either God destined him to survive, or he had just recharged his money.

I am quite convinced that these people who eat melons and spit out melon seeds.

The scene has basically been turned over by them, and it is difficult to find useful things.

Only the corpse is still intact.

I'm going to start with the corpse first.

I took a deep breath and walked over to the corpse.

Except for the headphones being taken away, the corpse is generally intact and has not been passive much.

It is estimated that these people still have a little bit of awe for the dead, or that this guy has nothing of value on him except for headphones.

I walked over to the corpse and slowly crouched down, carefully observing his posture.

His head rested on the table, his hands on the computer keyboard.

It looks like the last thing he did before he died had something to do with the computer.

Then the clue is locked on that computer.

I looked up at the computer.

It's an ordinary desktop, the chassis is a bit old, but the screen is a newly replaced LCD screen.

Other than that, nothing special.

I came up with a pair of gloves, put them on my hand to prevent fingerprints, and gently pressed the power button.

The computer boots up very slowly, and it takes a long time for the system to boot up.

Thankfully, the owner of the computer is also a slacker, and there is no password, and the system is on the desktop as soon as it is started.

I glanced at the desktop and didn't see anything unusual, so I clicked on the system log to see the last action of the computer owner.

The last action of the computer owner was to upload a video on a video site.

I was alerted.

I clicked on the website where he uploaded the video and started looking for the video he uploaded.

The video was quickly found, and when I clicked on it, the screen went dark.

After a short load, the video starts playing:

It was quiet.

The only sound in the room was the tapping of the keyboard.

The light is dim.

Except for the computer screen, the rest of the place was completely black.

A young man sits in front of a computer, his face illuminated by the light of the screen.

His fingertips fluttered across the keyboard.

Paragraph after paragraph of text grew on the screen.

The camera slowly zooms in, and the content on the screen begins to become clear.

"A bunch of rubbish. ”

"It's all retarded, hehe. ”

"You're a fool. ”

"Brain-dead. ”

"Your family is dead, orphan. ”

He shuttles from web page to page, spraying people, spraying people, spraying people.

His fingers were tapping faster and faster on the keyboard.

The corners of his mouth slowly hooked.

Looks like a pretty diligent and cheerful troll.

At this time, the camera zoomed out again, and a hand slowly rested on his shoulder.

"Are you comfortable scolding?" a somewhat muffled voice sounded.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head.

Standing behind him was a very ordinary middle-aged man.

"Who are you, why are you in my house?" asked the young man.

"I'm Lord Yama. The middle-aged man smiled.

"What?" the young man wondered.

"I, Lord Yama, came to ask for my life, understand?" the middle-aged man slowly stretched out his hand and turned on the light in the room.

The young man blocked his eyes with his hand, and it seemed that he was used to the dark environment, and suddenly encountered a bright light, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" asked the young man.

That's what it means literally. The middle-aged man gently picked up the mirror that was placed aside, and then touched the mirror with his right hand.

His entire palm slowly melted into the mirror.

"You, what do you want to do. "The young man realized that something was wrong.

"I want to ask for my life. The middle-aged man put his entire right hand into the mirror.

There was no sound.

His right hand came out of the screen.

He grabbed the young man's neck and slammed it hard.

"Isn't it comfortable to hurt people on the other side of the screen, huh?" the middle-aged man smiled.

"Let go, let go, me. The young man grabbed his wrist with both hands and tried to break it open.

But the strength of young people is far less than that of middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man's hands are as strong as the roots of the green tendons.

The young man gradually began to suffocate, his face began to turn blue, and he slapped the middle-aged man's hands indiscriminately.

"Isn't it awesome on the other side of the screen, huh?" the middle-aged man slowly walked towards him.

"Please, please. ”

The young man's feet began to kick involuntarily.

He accidentally kicked the stool over, and then his entire body hung in the air.

"Why are you so weak on this side of the screen, huh?" the middle-aged man slowly bent down and crouched over the computer desk to meet the young man's eyes.

"Ahem, ahem. The young man had begun to roll his eyes, and he could no longer make a sound in his throat.

"Boom" The middle-aged man suddenly let go of his hand, and the young man fell to the ground all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily, it's too cheap for you. The middle-aged man withdrew his hand from the mirror, he slowly got up, and gently rubbed his wrist, his expression was so pleasant and pleasant.

"Ahem, ahem. The young man sat on the ground, clutching his neck, coughing and breathing heavily.

"I'm going to slowly chop off all your fingers and wring your neck off. The middle-aged man said softly.

"Don't, don't kill me. The young man looked at him in horror.

"Ah, yes, it's this expression, it's still this expression that makes me happy. The smile on the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth was so hideous.

"Come, sit up, and I reward you to sit and die. The middle-aged man straightened the stool and helped him sit up.

"No, don't. The young man's body began to tremble.

"Here, put your hands on the keyboard, as you normally would, and then, typing, waiting for me to cut off my fingers. The middle-aged man leaned close to his ear and whispered.

"I—what did I do wrong?" the young man cried.

"Ah, I still don't know what I've done wrong, isn't that just right? It's better to die without turning a blind eye, with your doubts, with your resentment, rotting and stinking in hell, and you can't live forever. The middle-aged man laughed.

"Please, please. The young man turned his head and pleaded with the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man didn't respond, just gently pressed the young man's hands on the keyboard.

He used the mouse to create a new folder in the C drive, and then clicked Rename.

"Come, type in here, just type, trolls will kill the whole family. The middle-aged man pulled out a dagger.

"I, I. The young man's fingers trembled.

"Hurry up. The middle-aged man cut off the little finger of the young man's left hand with a knife.

"Ah, I, I'll fight, I listen to you, I'll listen to you, can you let me go. The young man screamed and trembled.

"I'm sorry, no. The middle-aged man cut off the young man's left ring finger with a single sword.

"Ahh The young man screamed again.

"Actually, you can also choose to escape. The middle-aged man pressed the knife to the finger of the young man's left hand, "In this case, I can break your legs when you run away, smash your hands when you crawl forward, and break your teeth when you call for help." ”

"I, I'm not running, I'm not running, really. The young man shuddered and waved his hand.

"That's boring. The middle-aged man cut off the middle finger of the young man's left hand.

Screams rang out one after another.

The lights around were lit up sporadically.

It is estimated that the aunts have started to get up and visit the morning market.

The soundproofing of this room should be very good, and no one heard the screams of the young man.

But his body will always be found.

The middle-aged man cut off the young man's ten fingers, twisted his neck, and then channeled the footage from the camera next to him to the computer and uploaded it to the Internet.

That's the name of the video.

Trolls die the whole family.