Jiang Yu and I had a bumpy journey, and we didn't speak along the way. When we got back to the city, we didn't expect even worse news to await us.

The North Road is crazy.

The person on the bed was wearing a hospital gown, his face was dull, as if he had lost his soul, and he walked around the whole room slowly as if no one was around, babbling in his mouth, "Dong Dong Dong".

When I first heard the news, I was shocked. It wasn't until I saw the appearance of North Road that I believed it. I saw Ji Wuqi on the side, I rushed forward and punched him, "Bastard! This is what your brother did, right? Right! ”

Ji Wuchi's eyes widened, and he punched me back unto be outdone, "You're crazy!" What's the matter with Uncle Sekimoto? We both covered the beaten area at the same time, each glaring at each other angrily.

Seeing this, Zhuang Qin rushed up and blocked between us, "You calm down first...... Whether it's his senior brother or not, we can't be sure, and we can't make up our minds yet. ”

Jiang Yu stood at the door, his face still gloomy.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhuang Qin turned to Jiang Yu, took a breath, and slowly explained, "After you left, Beilu was monitoring Miss Meng in the hospital, and everything was normal. Until that night, Miss Meng suddenly rushed out of the ward, and she didn't know where to get a fruit knife, and ran to the corridor to stab someone. Three people were seriously injured, two died, and several were slightly injured. Eventually, she set herself on fire in the hospital's underground parking lot. ”

"What a joke! So many people can't subdue her? I looked at Zhuang Qin and saw that she shook her head. The two who died were the mentally ill patients who had just been admitted to the hospital next door. ”

My brow furrowed when I heard about the psychopath.

"The strange thing is here, North Road checked the surveillance, and found that the mentally ill next door would come to the door at 12 o'clock every night and knock on the door."

"What's the special significance?" This time it was Jiang Yu's turn to ask.

"It has to do with the situation in which they are brought to the hospital. When they were brought to the hospital, they claimed to be from the other side of the door. Because they speak incoherently and behave strangely, they are treated as mentally ill.

And they happened to be arranged next door to Miss Meng. ”

"What do you say have to do with going crazy on the North Road? What does it have to do with Meng Xi's self-immolation, and with the mentally ill? "I listened to it for a long time, but I didn't know what she was trying to say, so I got angry.

Liu Lifeng also happened to walk into the ward at this time. Several of us looked at him at the same time. "Listen to Zhuang Qin." He only said this sentence leisurely, and now his hair is messy, he feels like he hasn't taken care of it for a long time, his face is sallow, and his dark circles are very heavy.

"North Road found that these two mentally ill patients are the real murderers of Zhang Jun and his wife!"

I was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously blurted out, "Who is Zhang Jun?" ”

"Your uncle, isn't it the couple who died next door to you?" Ji Wuchi scolded behind Zhuang Qin's back, and I remembered this case.

"They? Are the two mentally ill people the real culprits? I looked at Liu Lifeng and saw that he was silent, and seemed to acquiesce. But I'm more amused, "I just found out now, why didn't I have any news before?" ”

Liu Lifeng raised his head and turned his head to look at the north road, "This is the last thing he gets." He turned his gaze back to me. This time, you, Zhuang Qin, Ji Wuqi, and Jiang Yu must go to a place...... Maybe it can help the North Road there. "Those eyes seem to see through the soul of a man.

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A huge hostel with a few pieces of furniture scattered around. More than a dozen people stood in the center of the hostel, I glanced around a few times, and secretly thought in my heart, "Didn't this Liu Lifeng collude with the pyramid scheme organization and sell us?" ”

I couldn't help but look at Ji Wuchi, Jiang Yu, and Zhuang Qin who were standing separately. They all pretended to be nonchalant and avoided my gaze. And the people around him, discussing with each other, are full of interest, and the atmosphere seems to be very ordinary.

At this time, a path split in the crowd. A man dressed like a witch walked out.

What is a witch, Miao Jiang women are witches, men are witches, collectively called witches. Everyone stopped talking at this point. And when I saw the way this person was dressed, I immediately thought, am I joining a cult?

No one is dressed like this now?

The man had a strange makeup on his face, and he looked out of the crowd, but his eyes were focused on me, and he greeted me with a hippie smile.

It makes me feel bad.

"Hehe, little brother, do you think I've seen you somewhere?" Looking at his appearance, I took a step back in disgust. He leaned at me with a dead face, "You have a familiar smell on your body, haven't you have relatives who have been here?" ”

My heart tightened, wondering if he had seen the flaw.

The reason why Liu Lifeng asked us to come is because of what happened here on the North Road. He followed the web and found a mysterious website that supposedly finds all the answers you want to know.

But when he found him again, he became such a delirious and confused appearance, holding a small memory card in his hand.

What is recorded in it is the death record of Zhang Jun and his wife, which is strange and incredible. It's like someone is following them with a camera.

Two psychopaths, knocking on their door, knock knock, knock knock. Then squatted around the door, and after a while, the door opened, and it was Zhang Jun.

One of the psychopaths suddenly stood up, took out a small axe from behind his back, and slashed at his head, blood gushed out, and his body staggered back a few steps, and he fell to the ground without even shouting. They followed him into the house in his blood.

Another massacre. The purpose is very clear, that is, to kill.

Seeing this, everyone closed their eyes. The scene was so cruel that they didn't even spare the children.

There's actually another important reason why I'm here.

At the end of the shot, the photographer points the camera at the window on the second floor next door.

It was my mother's bedroom.

"Well, since you're here, then the game can continue......" Seeing my disgusted look, he pouted, circled around me, and said this sentence with a grin on the corner of his mouth, which was said to everyone, but his eyes kept wandering over me.

Reminds me of that lewd uncle that day.

But the object is not Jiang Yu, but me.

"What do we need to do?" A familiar voice sounded in the crowd, and Zhuang Qin stood up. Regarded as saving me, the man set his eyes on Zhuang Qin.

"Call me Mr. Wu."

"Then may I ask Mr. Wu, what is this game for?" Ji Wuqi also stood up and asked.

A tall, egg-faced woman in the crowd chuckled.

"I'm afraid it's the first time you've come, right? I don't even know what it does? ”

As the woman spoke, the face of the guy who called himself Mr. Wu turned ugly, "Who allowed you to say more?" Mr. Wu changed his face and was not hip-hop. The eyes looked at the woman, and the woman was stunned for a moment, then her eyes immediately drooped and she closed her mouth.

"Psychic ......" Mr. Wu instantly returned to his previous appearance, grinned, put his hand on my shoulder, and slowly spit out these words in my ear.

The sound was not loud, and it happened to fall into the ears of those present. I'm getting goosebumps all over the place, isn't this guy interested in men?

"There are so many of us, how can we channel the Spiritual Method?" Zhuang Qin looked at this side with complicated eyes.

"Three rooms, three people, one of them with three ropes, three cemeteries, three monuments, how many lives do the three have left?" As Mr. Wu said this, many masked people appeared, putting blindfolds on all of us.

I just felt as if my right wrist was being wrapped around a rope. I have to say, I was a little scared. Plunged into darkness, fear of the unknown.

They led us into a place that resembled a road, which was so small that I had to bend over to walk. After walking for a while, my vision seemed to widen, and I felt like I was being carried forward alone.

I don't know how long I walked, but I finally stopped. And there was no movement for a long time.

I took off my blindfold, and there was very little smoke around me, lifeless. A few crows perched on distant branches, their green eyes skeletal as if looking for prey.

Stone monuments stand abruptly at the feet, and the sky is gloomy, reflecting the rusty sign "Mass Grave" in the distance.

I was frightened and scared, and the person behind me didn't know when it was gone. There was no exit, and I instantly felt like I was surrounded by a grave.

I calmed down and looked at my wrist, where a thin red line faintly appeared. At the moment, I was not afraid, but more angry.

There must be someone behind this. From that case onwards, there have been hands behind my back, where I can't see.

A cold wind blew, mixed with laughter. Echoing in this cemetery, it makes people feel terrified.

"Psychic ......," I muttered silently. Looking at the talisman on his chest, which was left by those people just now, "The pupil is not spiritual, and the dust is back to the earth." This is what Meng Xi said when he was scared. Write it on the rune now.

I didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but now that I see this, I seem to have some answers in my heart. Behind Meng Xi's killing of Twilight Yuqi doesn't seem to be so simple.

"Ah......h

That horrific scene is perhaps the most incredible.

The man's flesh was crumpled, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets, full of blood, and the blood seemed to swallow up his entire eyes.

He lay on the ground in pain, and then in the dim light, he saw that he was dragging his internal organs behind him, and he was holding a bright murder weapon in his hand.

When he saw me coming, he muttered, "Save me ......" before he could say half a sentence, his skin began to melt, and it turned red...... It turned into a pool of blood, and only the knife symbolized that everything that had just happened here was not an illusion.

In front of him was a short boy with a frightened expression, like he had seen a ghost. Seeing the last scene, he fainted directly and fell to the ground with a pop.

Psychic games, life and death. This game is called, "Knock on the Monument"