"Brother...... Sister Liu...... Brother Shiyuan......"

She didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only hold her voice in her throat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Suddenly, the TV suddenly lit up, and there was an eerie sound of music coming from inside. On the screen is a snowflake dot and a human face looms.

Yang Chuying immediately let out a scream, covered her ears tightly, and closed her eyes tightly.

But the sound from the TV is still clearly in my ears.

"Executors, what you are facing next is a good opportunity to get clues." The blurry and distorted face in the snowflake spoke.

☆

In an ordinary residential building in Haiyuan City, a man is tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Ever since that incident, he has been restless and takes a long time to fall asleep every night. Tonight, however, the situation seems to be more serious than ever.

He was lying in the bed at eleven o'clock, it was already a little more than a little over, and he was still very energetic.

There is no one else in the house. Since coming to Haiyuan, he has always been alone. Except for a few close friends, no one usually comes.

The kitchen faucet doesn't seem to be turned off tightly, and it's dripping.

In the silence of the night, the sound of dripping water is especially clear.

Annoyed, he wanted to get up and turn off the faucet tighter. However, I was too lazy to move.

Looking at the ceiling in the dark, he began to count the sheep, but to no avail.

He finally couldn't take it anymore, put on his shoes, and went to the kitchen.

The faucet was closed well, and there was no dripping at all.

What's going on? Is it a bathroom?

He checked the bathroom faucet again, and there was still no sign of dripping.

He spun around and simply checked all the rooms.

In the end, he didn't notice anything dripping either.

Standing in the middle of the living room, he listened carefully again. The dripping sound was gone.

He let out an irritated breath and went back to his bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, the sound of water came out again.

Is it someone else's house? But that's too clear, isn't it?

He forced himself to close his eyes and not to think, he just wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible.

But the sound of the drop of water became clearer and louder, echoing, hitting his eardrums again and again.

He put the pillow over his face and covered his ears with his hands.

The sound of dripping water seemed to come from the depths of his mind, resounding in his cranial cavity.

He let out a loud cry and sat up.

"Enough! What am I doing wrong? I did it for everyone! I'm not wrong! He shouted hoarsely.

The next-door neighbor seemed to be woken up and knocked on the wall in dissatisfaction.

He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "I'm sorry." Then he lay down again and closed his eyes.

He suddenly realized that there was no one living next door, and that his home was on the outermost side of the building.

Suddenly he sat up again, staring at the wall.

This is the seventh floor, in the middle of the night, how can someone knock on the wall outside the seventh floor?

He subconsciously reached out and touched the wall.

However, all he could touch was the sticky sweetness of his hand.

Blood.

What's going on?

He turned on the bedside lamp and looked at the wall again.

"Ahh

With a muffled thud, he fell from the bed to the ground.

Where he had just touched, a blood-colored human face appeared, his facial features distorted by pain, his mouth wide open, and the blood on his face flowed down.

Only then did he recall that when he touched the wall just now, what he felt was not a hard wall, but cold, stiff, uneven skin.

It's like a human face.

Frozen human faces.

Frightened, he stepped back, his back against the other wall.

He saw that the blood flowing from the blood-colored face was dripping on the floor with a crisp dripping sound.

How can it be so crisp? Blood and water are different after all, and falling on a wooden floor should not be this sound.

He looked down trembling and was shocked to see that the ground had turned into a pool of blood.

"No!"

At the moment of realization, he felt a void under his feet, the solid floor suddenly disappeared, and the whole person fell into a pool of blood.

"Help! Help me!! ”

He struggled desperately.

He can swim, but at the moment his body is sinking so hard that he can't swim up.

His hands clutched wildly, as if he were about to grasp a life-saving straw.

Suddenly, he touched a hand.

He didn't think about it, he grabbed the hand tightly.

The hand was very strong, and it pulled him up little by little.

He choked a few times, but looked up with difficulty, wanting to thank the man who had saved him.

He saw a face he hadn't thought of.

"How could it be you?"

His eyes widened in horror.

As soon as he said this, the hand let go, and he fell back again.

He thought he would fall into a pool of blood again, but he kept flying in the air, as if it were a bottomless abyss.

The cold wind was howling in his ears, and everywhere he could see was silver.

Snow?

Memories of that day flooded in and buried him deeply.

The face above, farther and farther away.

The face was smiling. The smile was hideous and weird.

It was the last image he saw.

☆

The face in the snowflake dot seemed to be smiling, as if he regarded the fate of everyone as a plaything.

Yang looked up slowly and looked at the TV screen.

In this pitch-black room, the TV is the only source of light.

Everything in the room changed color with the light of the TV screen, and shadows danced on the walls.

The strange face in the snowflake dot continued, "Next, I will tell you about the rules of the next mission, so please listen well. ”

Yang Chuying looked at that face in horror, feeling cold all over.

The face said, "You are going to have a vote, and each of you will choose one of the eleven of you and write his name on the designated piece of paper." The person with the highest number of votes will disappear immediately, and the rest will be given the next clue. Now, please go to the desk in front of the TV, pick up the white paper and pen on the desk, write the name of the person you choose, and then place the white paper on top of the TV. You will have five minutes to think about it. At the end of the five minutes, those who have not finished voting will die immediately. The names of the eleven of you, their photos, and the room number they are in will appear on the TV screen for reference. However, I would like to remind you that one of the eleven of you should never vote. If someone writes TA's name, they will be angry and will revert to their original appearance and kill the voter who wrote TA's name. Okay, now, voting begins. ”

What the?

Yang Chuying was so frightened that her face was deformed.

Do you want to choose one of the eleven of us and make them disappear? Doesn't that mean we killed that person? No, no, what if I am the one with the highest number of votes? I'm the youngest, and I'm not smart enough to be of little use to them, will they think I'm a burden and take this opportunity to get rid of me?

Yang Chuying thought desperately, but she really couldn't trust anyone else except her brother who couldn't write about herself.