It's okay, it's telling you from the side, it's dangerous here, and if you don't listen to me, you might die too. "I went into the tent and lay down, and I was supposed to tell the clown about being framed.

But does he have anything to do with me? Let my original explanations all turn into nonsense, for such a selfish guy, it is useless to say these things.

Since it's useless, I don't want to talk nonsense with him anymore.

"Will you die?" The clown sat next to the tent, silent.

"Someone will come and remember to tell me, I'll sleep for a while."

I lie in the tent, say a casual word to the clown, just close my eyes, will I die? Definitely, but I won't tell you.

The blow of Chen Yan's death, coupled with the brain power expended on the pursuit of the mastermind behind the scenes, made me extremely tired.

As soon as I finished the game of being hunted down, I came to another game.

There is no rest, and there is no slowness.

I gambled all my energy, on a possibility, on the other side to prepare a new trap for me next.

Luckily, I got it right, and of course, fortunately, it also came with misfortune.

"Ahem......"

I woke up in a strong stench, coughing violently.

"Joker? What is the situation? ”

There was no answer, everything was in silence.

I gritted my teeth hard, pressed down the cough in my chest, and slowly stood up.

The tent was never closed, and I got straight out of it.

The clown, standing on the tent, looked coldly in the direction of the small river ditch.

The stench also came from somewhere, and I stood under the tent and looked over there together.

A cloud of mist rose from the small river ditch, as if a huge palm stretched out in the darkness, and it came to us in an instant.

"Tell me not to be here, you won't listen." The clown felt me come out and glanced at me with a complaining look.

I looked at the rushing mist and whispered, "Do you think that thing inside will be the first to show up before the other game participants appear?" ”

"He's coming out to kill us, and at most it's time to catch his breath. Do you think he would do it in such a short amount of time to kill a person who was sleeping next to him? ”

I didn't speak, the fog had already surrounded us, and the light around us dimmed in an instant.

Although it can't be said that you can't see your fingers, it's not a lot of difference.

I covered my right eye, and the only remaining left eye could not penetrate the fog, and everything was hidden in the dark.

The fishy smell became particularly strong, as if there were countless dead fish and rotten shrimp exposed to the scorching sun, and under the scorching sun, they emitted an extremely strong stench.

As for who the clown is talking about, I don't think he will appear, such an obsession usually does not appear, and if it does, it is to feast.

"Stay here, boy, I'm going to fight."

The black and white clown drew his twin knives, and the black and white blades flashed faintly in the air.

"I thought you would choose to run away or turn your back." I stood under the tent, clutching the pencil in my hand, the only thing I could resist obsession.

"Hehe, boy, you underestimate me too much, although I am not a good person, but I will never be defeated without a fight, although I think we are by no means opponents."

The clown slammed his knives into each other overhead, let out a long sneer, and jumped off the tent.

"Kill ......"

In the silent mist, the clown's voice was particularly loud and loud.

I could hear the clown's words before he finished speaking, and he must have known that I could.

That is, he has never fought and will not be defeated, but as long as he can't fight, he will admit defeat and defect.

I watched as his figure was overwhelmed by the thick mist, and the stench suddenly worsened.

I couldn't help but pinch my earlobe hard with my pencil hand, has it already come?

"Rustle"

In the silent mist of darkness, there seemed to be a myriad of strange things moving quickly.

But these things are not people, and people's footsteps are not so broken, and every time it seems that hundreds of feet hit the ground at the same time, it makes people's scalp tingle and goosebumps all over my body.

When the clown leaves, the other party appears immediately, is it a tiger leaving the mountain, or has the clown already talked to the other party, or is it a coincidence?

I feel a little pain in my head, this is the disadvantage of having a different obsession, in addition to guessing what the enemy is going to do, but also thinking about the guy next to me, who was supposed to help him, may become a sword stabbing at him at any time, and it is strange if his head hurts.

"Rustle"

The voice seemed to have come to me, I wasn't sure, it just felt so close to me, if it weren't for the fog blocking the view, I think I could have seen the other person.

With his left hand over his right eye and his right hand clutching the pencil in his hand, it may not take too long to wait.

Maybe in the next second, the other party will suddenly attack me.

"Brush"

In the thick mist, there was a loud slash.

The Joker has an enemy? So who is this constant rustling? Or is there more than one obsession here?

I slowly slowed down my breathing, making it smooth and slender, and the strong stench in the air had no effect on me.

The heartbeat, from a fast start, slowly becomes steady.

In the dark, I counted my heartbeat and felt everything around me.

Behind?

I jerked around, my left hand over my right eye, and the pencil in my right hand stabbed out as I turned.

"Poof"

In the darkness, the icy liquid fell on my hands, like the feeling of being splashed with ice water in the cold winter.

"Vomit ......"

The screams rang out violently, and the other party threw me away with a strong blow.

I rolled on the ground and went far away, and as soon as the rolling stopped, I pressed my hands on the ground and rolled over and stood up.

With both hands pulling out pencils from their bookmarks, their bodies slightly bowed, like beasts preparing to pounce on their prey.

The thick mist continued to roll, and the terrible rustle sounded again.

I stared at where the sound came from, my pencil clenched tightly in both hands, ready to wait for the other person to show up, and give him two more blows.

"Wow"

The sound of water splashing?

There is only a small ditch next to me, and the stinky water in the ditch is at most two meters wide, and it is full of foam and fish and shrimp corpses.

Unless, something crawls out of the stinky water, and the volume of this thing may not be small.

I bit my lip hard and was ready to fight hard.

This time I entered the game, I actually thought I was dead, since I am a dead person, why should I be afraid of you?

Thinking of this, there was a flow of blood all over my body, and I looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and rushed into the darkness.

I didn't run around in the dark just because I couldn't see it, but I chased after the howl.

The howl didn't come back long and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Without the howl, I stopped, and I couldn't go around the world like a headless fly.

Standing in the dark, it was as if I was the only one left here, and nothing else could be seen.

I know I'm not the only one here, there's a lot of other horrible stuff here.

These things are hidden in the dark, ready to attack me at any moment.