"Yang Xiaoxiao! Come on! ”

The moment this guy pounced on me, I didn't even think about it, and shouted directly.

The voice shouted, and the sound of the door being opened was heard not far away, and Yang Xiaoxiao's figure ran out in a panic.

"Don't close the door!"

I shouted in a hurry, after all, I was scared of the fact that she had locked me out of the opera house before, for fear that she would close the door again, and I would not be able to get out of it myself, so I really wanted to cry without tears.

The man pounced, looking terrified, his mouth shutting up as if trying to open to speak, and his mouth kept coming out with an unsettling cry of "woo".

He grabbed my neck with both hands, with great force, like a vice, and I couldn't break it for a long time, and I began to gradually lose my breath, and hurriedly grabbed the axe with my hand, picked it up and slashed it.

There was a "bang", he struggled to open his mouth, let out a terrible scream, and I cut off one of my arms, and blood sprayed out all over the ground.

"Woooooo He screamed in pain, but because his mouth was sewn up, he couldn't make too much noise, his eyeballs had no eyeballs, and he couldn't see any sad expression, as if he couldn't bear it, and he began to scratch his scalp frantically with his other hand, trying to relieve the pain.

"Whoa, whoa!"

It only took two or three strokes of sharp nails to scratch the scalp and make a piercing sound that made people get goosebumps when they heard it.

Beads of blood flowed down the top of his head, clenching to his cheeks and dripping on the ground, his body twisted, and his bones seemed to bulge out as if they were sticking out, looking extremely terrifying.

I was pinched by him for a long time, my neck hurt, and after I was able to get free, I hurriedly rubbed it back, panting for breath, looking at everything in front of me with cat eyes, and my heart beat violently.

This man's appearance is inevitably too morbid, like a mad psychosis, and his whole body is full of pain.

What the hell did he go through, and how did he end up like this?

I felt very depressed in my heart, and I retreated, not knowing what to do for a while, and even felt that the person in front of me looked a little pitiful.

"Why did he keep writing on the walls? What exactly do these words mean? ”

The most important thing is that this person does not look like he is possessed by a demon, and it seems that it is only his own problem to commit such crazy behavior.

I stood there and hesitated for a few seconds, not knowing what to do, when Yang Xiaoxiao's somewhat uneasy voice came from outside the door: "Come out quickly!" I saw someone coming! ”

When I heard this, I suddenly felt a little messy in my mind, the person in front of me hadn't solved it yet, why did I come here again?

For this eyeless strange man, I have cut off one of his hands out of self-preservation, and I feel uncomfortable, and now I really don't want to continue the confrontation, so I hurriedly turned around and wanted to leave.

When he heard the sound of me walking, he seemed to become more restless and panicked, as if he had lost something, and by the sound alone, he ran madly in my direction without caring that he had broken a hand.

“.... Don't leave me alone... Where have you all been... Where are they... I don't want to be here alone.... Let me go... I'm leaving....", he stumbled over with a scalp-tingling cry.

The mouth desperately wanted to open and shout, but due to the force, the thread sewn on it was pulled and broken, and the flesh on the lips was torn alive, looking bloody.

It seems that because he hasn't moved his body for too long, he runs in a very strange posture, his legs seem to be unable to move at all, he swings mechanically, and after running less than two steps, he trips and falls to the ground.

With a muffled cry coming out of my mouth, I ran frantically to the door, panting back and looking at the man who had fallen, my heart beating violently and I couldn't recover.

The panic is not because of fear, but out of depression, and the anxiety in my heart is extremely strong when I see a living person being tortured like this.

After he fell, struggling to get up, I hurriedly opened the door and walked out, and then gently closed the door with my backhand.

The moment the door closed, it was as if it was cut off from the world, and the sound inside could not be heard at all.

I breathed a sigh of relief, trying to calm my mood, Yang Xiaoxiao stood in the corridor, looked at me with an uneasy face, stretched out his hand to point in one direction, and said in a low trembling voice: "Over there... Someone..."

I looked in the direction she was pointing, and I saw a real person.

It's just that the man stood at the end of the corridor, not moving, and didn't seem to be ready to come.

Because of the distance, even with a cat's eye, I couldn't see what this person looked like, but I don't know why, even through the darkness, I always felt as if it was looking at us.

"Don't be afraid." I pulled Yang Xiaoxiao behind me, and then walked in front with an axe, making a plan in my heart, this person has been making trouble five times and locked me in the house, I want to see who it is.

I walked forward, Yang Xiaoxiao pulled and didn't let me go, shaking her head like a rattle: "Don't go, don't go, let's go from somewhere else." ”

"It's okay, it's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." I comforted her and walked on, slowly getting to see the man as I got closer.

This person was actually facing away from us, and didn't notice me and Yang Xiaoxiao, and the most interesting thing was that he seemed to be hiding something, poking his head out, and looking the other way.

The closer I got closer, the more I felt that this person's movements were a little familiar, and when there were still about ten meters away, I recognized who it was, and exclaimed on the spot: "Brother?!" ”

He trembled in fright when he heard the voice, and hurriedly turned around to look, and when he saw that it was me, his face was suddenly overjoyed, and he hurriedly ran over, and asked with a worried face: "Tu Qian, how are you, are you okay?" ”

"I'm fine, what about you? The pig-headed man chased you out, how is it now? ”

"I'm hiding from it!" As my brother spoke, he looked back at the other road vigilantly, and hurriedly said: "This place is more troublesome than imagined, it seems that we have been deceived by criminals, I guess there is more than one painter staying here." ”

His words gave me a wake-up call, and I immediately remembered the butcher that Yang Xiaoxiao just said.

My brother continued: "When I was running away, I came to a control and saw a painting there. ”

"It's very strange that the painting is three pigs! Can you believe it?! His tone sounded as if he was extremely shocked, and said, "Of the three pigs in the painting, one is in a wheelchair, has no legs, and looks like he is dead, holding a bottle with a skull in his hand, which is supposed to be poison, and the second one seems to have stabbed the third one to death with a knife, and there is blood all over the ground." ”

As I listened to him say this, the picture in my brain gradually became clear: "Three pigs? It seems to have something to do with what we're playing... Brother, do you remember the plot we played? ”

"Remember, a pig father, a pig mother, and a pig son." My brother didn't think about it, he answered directly, no matter who happened to him, he probably won't forget it.

"I remember the last scene we played, there was a paragraph written on the screen, it seemed like Daddy Pig had a car accident and lost both legs, and then the pig-headed man started chasing you with a chainsaw."

As soon as I said this, my brother seemed to suddenly understand something, his eyes gradually widened, and he looked at me incredulously and said, "You mean to say that the content on this painting is the same story as the content we played?" ”

"Yes." I nodded affirmatively and said, "And, I'm afraid it's not all, in the room just now, I saw a lot of words written in blood on the wall, as if it was saying that a man killed his mother. ”

"You think it has something to do with the three little pigs?"

"I just think that in connection with the painting you see, it just fits, in the painting, the one who lost his legs and sat in a wheelchair should be the father pig who had a car accident, and the mother pig who was stabbed to death should also correspond to the content on the wall."

When I analyzed it like this, my brother and Yang Xiaoxiao were both stunned, looking at me with wide eyes, feeling incredible.

My brother was silent and didn't speak, thinking about something else.

Yang Xiaoxiao's face was a little ugly, and she suddenly asked me, "That... Is this story true or false? Did any pig really do such a thing? It's scary, isn't it..."

I was stunned by her question, and looked at her in surprise, but I didn't react for a long time.

In the end, I couldn't help but laugh dryly, and said: "Things may be true, but the pig should be fake, and the pig may just be a metaphor, referring to some people in reality, just like a metaphor often used by artists when creating art." ”