Standing up cautiously against the glass wall, she glanced uneasily at the vague figure outside the glass that had not moved, before cautiously approaching the iron bed.

She was very afraid that there would be a corpse on the iron window, and she was even more afraid that the presence on the iron bed would suddenly sit up, and the closer she got to the iron bed, the slower her steps became, and when she was still three or four steps away from the iron bed, she stopped directly.

She has not been a bold person since she was a child, let alone came to this weird and terrifying space for no reason.

If she didn't know about the werewolf killing, she might be able to muster up a little courage, but she had already scared herself for a day and a night, and she uncontrollably recalled terrifying scenes and pictures in her mind.

It is already a rare thing to be able to stand now, without falling to the ground.

As for uncovering the white cloth that might have hidden the body, well, that's what she had just thought.

Her breathing grew heavier and heavier, and Kiki's freshly held tears began to flow again, and she began to sob.

"I, I don't want this, I was wrong, I want to go home."

Her voice seemed to wake up an unknown being, and a breeze suddenly blew through the obviously completely sealed space, and a corner of the white cloth floated open, revealing the pale hand below.

"Ahh Yes.... ”

The hoarse throat let out a continuous scream, and Kiki, who finally walked to the iron bed, returned to the original corner with her hands and feet, and her body trembled continuously.

Under the white cloth, under the white cloth turned out to be a corpse as she thought.

This time it was very exciting, and it took Kiki a long time to calm herself down again.

At a glance just now, she could see clearly that the hand exposed under the white cloth was a man's hand, and she was carrying a ticking watch in her hand.

The sound of the hands moving seemed to amplify in the space, striking her heart every time.

She was familiar with that watch, and Song Mingjun had shown it off in front of her and others more than once.

She also remembered very well that Big Mouth said that Song Mingjun was missing.

But now the missing Song Mingjun appeared in front of her covered with a white cloth, and she knew very well what it meant.

It was a harbinger of death, or a provocation to her life.

When people are desperate, there are often two completely different reactions, the cowardly will fight hard, and those who usually seem to be strong, but choose to go against the grain.

Kiki doesn't want to die, she's still young, and at the age of 22, she hasn't experienced the many wonders of the world.

She really didn't want to die.

With a tear in her eyes, Kiki stood up against the glass, a hint of determination flashing across her face full of fear.

"Song Mingjun, Song Mingjun are you scaring me, are you dead, we are best friends, why are you scaring me, you say, you say."

Roaring, she rushed to the side of the iron bed in a few steps, and pulled down the white cloth on the iron bed with one hand.

She thought that anger and the desire for life had made her strong, and when she saw the corpse under the white cloth, the unspeakable fear took over her body again.

It was the corpse of Song Mingjun, or it was not just the corpse of Song Mingjun.

The body, head, and limbs on the iron bed belong to one person, but the middle body belongs to another.

The limbs and bodies are sewn together with fine fishing thread, and the neat stitches cannot be made even by the best women.

If it weren't for the wrong proportions of the body, it would almost be a person.

"Dead, dead, I'm next."

Kiki muttered to herself as she watched the corpse on the iron bed slowly retreat until it hit the glass wall.

Looking back, the dim space outside the glass was still full of blurred figures.

She burst into a loud laugh: "Aren't you trying to kill me, come, come, kill me." Woowoo woo ......"

The laughter finally turned into unsuppressed crying, and at this moment, Kiki had given up struggling.

Every figure outside seemed to her to be a ghost that could easily kill her.

The reason why she has lived until now is just to watch a monkey show.

Just when she was in complete despair, an eerie silence was broken by a soft sound.

In the opposite corner, a gap appeared in the glass wall.

Someone opened the door of the glass house.

Kiki was stunned for a moment, and quickly got up from the ground.

The search for death just now was just the last outburst of despair, and since there was hope for life, she naturally wouldn't stay here and wait for death.

But it was in the end that the door of life was opened, and the other party was ready to enter, to end her life.

After standing for a long time, no one entered through the open door, and Kiki's red and swollen eyes gradually lit up.

The corpse on the iron bed could no longer be cared for, and she ran directly past the iron bed and got out of the room.

As if afraid of the corpse getting up, she closed the door and gasped for breath.

The figure outside the glass room didn't know when it had disappeared, and in the darkness, it was impossible to see the surrounding environment clearly, and it could only be distinguished that it was a large space.

Finding a direction away from the glass house, Kiki stumbled forward, for fear that if she took a step too slow, something would chase after her.

I don't know how long she ran, but a wooden door appeared in front of her.

Without thinking, she opened the door and rushed out.

Moonlight shone through the glass of the hallway on her face. It was the light that had not been seen in a long time.

Taking a deep breath of the rotten and strange air, she realized that she had time to look around for the rest of her life.

It was the hallway of an old-fashioned residential building with a small number of houses on either side, and it was from one of the houses that she came out.

She didn't want to touch every door here, and ran briskly down the hallway to the stairs on one side.

The stairs soon appeared in front of her, but she did not descend, the joy on her face that had not faded.

At this time, she was standing on the edge of the bed, just in time to see the scenery outside.

It was a very familiar sight, there was a wide road under the unlit tall building, and on one side of the road was the small building where she was now.

But none of that was why she stopped.

What really stopped her was that it was right at her feet, in the middle of the small building and the road.

A gazebo in one corner of the garden looms in the shade of the trees, and in the moonlight, you can faintly see a circle of people sitting in the gazebo.

A very familiar scene, after knowing that she might fall into the horror legend of werewolf killing, she thought of this image that made her regret countless times in her mind.

It was here that she first participated in the game of Werewolf Kill.

"I'm back in Jinshan."

Kiki muttered to herself, at this moment she didn't even want to run anymore.

Sitting on the ground and looking at the bright moon in the sky, she really didn't want to run anymore.

Upstairs, downstairs, all the same horror, death cannot be escaped.

At this point, "Knock knock." Footsteps rang out.

An elongated reflection emerges from the staircase below.