"Player Ten kills the game dummy again."

Another beep sounded on the radio.

Youying looked at the deep corridor in front of her, and continued to walk forward in silence, her steps were gentle, and her thin white legs didn't seem to be able to walk fast.

"Player Ten kills the game dummy for the third time."

Another beep sounded on the radio.

Youying's footsteps froze in place, she had come to the end, and there was only an ornate wooden door in front of her.

With a calm look in her eyes, she reached out and pushed the door open. The wooden door opened silently, and inside it seemed to be a library, with heavy and wide shelves full of books, neat and tidy, and looking clean.

"Player Ten destroys the play area settings."

The radio is constantly reporting on the situation on Satan's side.

As you enter the library, a cold tone rings on the radio, "Player Ten killed the game virtual for the fourth time. ”

Youying looked at the announcer in the library, her dark eyes were as light as a breeze, and she muttered in a low voice, "What? Suddenly murderous? Or too excited? ”

Her mind conjured up the scene of her first meeting with Satan, the man's mouth grinning and chasing her with a maniacal laugh, as wild as a doping, and a tall black figure indistinguishable from death. Perhaps, more terrifying than death.

Satan has never known what rules are, and he has always been uncertain, but anyone who has one of them is terrible, but he has both of them.

Without thinking too much about it, Shadow walked into the depths of the library and looked around. The lights were bright, the surroundings were dead, and the eerie atmosphere did not dissipate at all.

The interior is well decorated, the floor is wooden, and the long white smooth tables are placed in the corners for reading, and the positions of those long tables and white chairs will be better lit.

Youying carefully looked at the books on the nearest shelves, but found that there was no word on the side of the books, and the colors of those covers were also very similar, all of them were dark colors, dark green navy blue, and the like.

She pulled out a few of them, and the covers of the books were all of a similar style, and when she opened them, they were all blank pages.

Seeing such a strange phenomenon, there was no ripple in the shadow of the shadow, she silently put the book back in its original position, looked around, and then continued to walk inside.

The library was so big that she couldn't have imagined.

I don't know how long she walked, but suddenly, her steps stopped, and she turned her head to look in a certain direction—she faintly heard something strange.

Such a familiar voice, it seems to have appeared in a dream.

The strange sound made her heart beat involuntarily.

There is a bright light. Bright yellow. The temperature seems to have risen in an instant.

Youying's pupils shrank, and her calm and indifferent expression broke at this moment, and there was fire in her dark eyes, which was the fire imprinted by the fire that was close at hand, and the ferocious fire rushed over, covering the sky, engulfing everything around.

The fire is raging.

"Bang-da-coo-"

The bookshelves engulfed in flames fell down.

Youying turned and ran, the scorching fire next to her shining on her pale face, the flames covering the sky, and the nearby bookshelf "boom-bang-" collapsed to the ground, almost hitting her.

She scrambled to the door, and the room was already filled with gray smoke.

"Ahem." Yuying covered her mouth and nose and ran towards the door of the library, but just as she was about to see the door, the entire bookshelf burned by the fire in front of her fell to the ground, blocking her path.

The flames spread completely.

Front, back, and all around were bookshelves that had collapsed and burned brightly.

No, you can't escape.

Youying looked around, her pupils dilated, and strange pictures appeared in her mind inexplicably, and her mind was full of wildly spreading fire.

What are those images?

She suddenly calmed down, and the scene in her mind spread out, her heart beating faster and faster, and a feeling of unease and fear consumed her faster than fire.

What is it?

The image in front of her became more and more blurry, and she slowly closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

……

Youying had a dream.

In my dream, it was a rainy day.

The reality of the dream made her unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality. Perhaps, reality itself is also a kind of dream?

Standing alone in the hazy drizzle, she heard the laughter of children her age in the distance, and she stood in the drizzle, and the teenagers approached, they stood far away, talking in whispers, their eyes looking in her direction from time to time.

She couldn't make out what they were saying, only to see the boys and girls whispering and mysteriously exchanging words for a long time, and then leaving—they looked at themselves like they were looking at monsters.

"Are you alright?"

A teenager ran up to her and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to gently wipe the rain from her face.

Youying raised her eyes and looked at the handsome-looking young man in front of her, silent.

With a shallow smile on the corner of the boy's mouth, he said, "Hurry up and go home, it's raining now." The rain fell on him, his short hair was slightly damp, and he had a bright smile on his face.

Soon, the boy turned and left.

Youying was still silent, and she stepped forward, directionless.

She didn't know where to go.

As she walked down the long street, she saw the handkerchief next to the trash can along the street, and the handkerchief was thrown on the dirty ground, and the lines on it were the same one that the boy had just wiped for her.

Youying lowered her eyes, still maintaining that indifferent expression, she walked forward slowly, in fact, just now, she saw the group of teenagers hiding around the corner, and they looked at her with a snicker.

Fortunately, she didn't expect much in the first place.

……

"The last method didn't work, this time we will scare her to see if she will change her expression, and it doesn't matter."

In that playful remark, she was locked up in an abandoned wooden house, and the flame ignited and slowly expanded.

What is death?

Glowing desperately dodged the spreading fire, the seemingly small flame eventually spreading into a raging flame, the scorching heat about to melt her, and the smoke rushing into her throat.

The group outside finally realized the seriousness of the matter, but no one opened the door, the fire had burned the wooden door, and they ran away, and no one came to save her.

Youying knelt in the flames, a smile finally blooming on her face, but tears fell from the corners of her eyes and hit the ground. The tears hit the ground and quickly steamed away.

She didn't expect that she wanted to live so desperately, so desperately wanted to leave her life, but one day she was ruined in other people's jokes. And those people don't feel the slightest bit guilty.

……

Fortunately, she didn't expect much in the first place.

……。

What am I doing wrong?