The scene just now was even more terrifying and terrifying than the hanged ghost I saw in the living room!

As soon as my head poked out of the second floor, I saw an ugly female ghost with a face like a dried corpse and a disheveled head, staring at me!!

In an instant, my scalp exploded and the air-conditioner gasped!

One did not stand still and rolled down the stairs, and the big wrench and flashlight also fell to the ground.

Unfortunately, the flashlight went out with a fall!

But the flashlight is my only illuminator, and when it goes out, I am plunged into endless darkness.

The darkness is unknown, the darkness is terrifying, and I can't see anything at this time.

I kept thinking about two images that frightened me, the hanged ghost man and the terrifying female ghost staring at me on the second floor!

In the dark, I kept giving myself psychological hints, there are ghosts here, ghosts here, ghosts here.

The more I think about it, the more scared I get!

Fear and fear don't work, finding a flashlight is the only way to bring me back to light.

I fumbled on my knees and managed to find the flashlight, but what was even more unfortunate was that the battery in the flashlight didn't know where it had fallen.

I cursed in my heart: how many dead spirits live in this damn house.

Regardless of the pain, I can only explore around with my own radius and find the battery as my only hope.

In this horrific environment, every second is long, and my heart is tormented.

After a while, the touch of the plastic skin made me happy - it was the battery!

Just as I was about to put the battery on the flashlight, I was stunned!

It seems that someone deliberately handed me the battery, not me on the ground.

As soon as this idea came out, I immediately shuddered!

The only thought is to run away!

But do I have any other choice? The door can't be opened, can't be opened, can't be opened, can't be opened, can't it be opened, isn't there a window? How did I come up with that?

But I'm not sure where the female ghost lying on the second floor has crawled.

The only way I could do this was to put the flashlight on the battery and start lighting it immediately, choose a window far away from the two dead ghosts, find the tools and break the window to escape!

For a moment I felt enlightened.

I thought to myself: I had to shine the light on the roof of the shed the moment the flashlight was turned on. So that the whole first floor will be visible to me.

After making a plan, count three times silently in my heart: one, two, three, open!

With my "on", the light of the flashlight shone on the ceiling, and the surrounding environment was instantly visible.

The rotting female ghost was lying in front of me, staring at me with dead fish eyes!!

The heart pounded again in such intense terror.

My palms were covered with sweat, and I didn't even think about it, but subconsciously I leaned back and kicked the ugly female ghost in the head.

Due to excessive tension, I couldn't feel it when I kicked her, and my whole body tensed, so I immediately got up and turned my head and ran.

I'm going to run into the kitchen as fast as I can, because the tool in my head is the kitchen knife in the kitchen!

As I expected, the kitchen knives in the kitchen were on the knife holder.

I grabbed my kitchen knife and slammed it at the kitchen window.

After a busy meal, the head of the kitchen knife flew and stuck on the wall on one side, but the glass was not damaged in the slightest!

I grabbed the handle of the knife and scolded: Uncle, which glass factory produces glass? I'm going to have to fight with him when I get out.

Before I could react next, a thin, shriveled, bloodless arm reached out to the kitchen door!!

In a hurry, I desperately pushed the double-door refrigerator to the kitchen door and threw everything that could be moved in the kitchen to the door.

In a panic, I found a knife for eating Western food as my last self-defense tool.

Curled up in the corner, shining a flashlight at the stacked and cluttered kitchen door.

My heart was pounding fast inside me, and I was engrossed in the direction of the kitchen door......

A piece of paper slid gently down my left cheek, and I flicked it with my hand, all my energy staring at the door.

The paper was stuck to my left cheek again, and this time I was a little annoyed, so I flicked it hard and tossed it aside.

In the afterglow, the piece of paper did not conform to the principle of gravity and fell to the ground.

Instead, he shook heavily!!

I subconsciously looked up:!

My whole body exploded, and the pores all over my body suddenly stood up.

This piece of paper did not fall naturally, but was handed to me by the long-dead female ghost hanging from the roof of the shed!

She crawled from the roof of the shed! She can crawl on the roof of the shed like a gecko!

In the midst of my nervousness, I slashed at the woman with a knife, crawled with all my strength, and ran out of the double-door refrigerator......

I was dumbfounded when I ran back into the living room, where could I run? There is no way out of the whole room, the door can't be opened, the glass can't be smashed, there is a hanged ghost on the first floor, and a female ghost crawls around to catch me.

In a hurry, I thought of another way, maybe I was too flustered just now, and smashed the middle of the kitchen glass with a kitchen knife, and I stabbed the four sides of the glass with the knife in my hand this time.

Thinking of this, I ran to the window next to the stairs, stood the tail of the flashlight on the ground to light myself, grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed it into the corner of the glass window.

After more than a dozen strokes, I finally understood that it was not that the glass was of good quality, but that it was a supernatural space at all.

It's not on earth, it's likely that this dream took me to the ghost realm.

Not to mention that I use a knife, even if I use a gun, I can't break this glass window.

Fortunately, the female ghost did not follow again, or she became invisible with some kind of superpower.

Just when I was stunned, the strange noise on the desk startled me again.

Puff puff puff ......, a lot of A4 paper flew out of that textbook in a row.

With an electric baton in one hand and a knife in the other, I leaned towards my desk against the wall.

The knife was placed on the table, and I picked up an A4 piece of paper.

It reads: Time is running out, hurry up and find the murderer, otherwise once the time passes, you will stay in this house forever!

Running out of time? Didn't give me a specific time? Wasn't the murderer the man who hanged himself? Besides, what enmity do I have against you? I haven't seen you yet, so why should I be a ghost here with you?

I was scared, nervous, and angry.

But it's not my emotions that determine whether I get out alive, it's the rules of the game that make this game.

After calming down for a moment, it occurred to me that if the female ghost wanted to kill me, she would have done it as early as when I had just reached the second floor.

Why bother handing me the battery? The most important thing is that she tried to kill me in the kitchen just now, and I didn't know where she was, and I was already dead.

It seems that she doesn't want to kill me for the time being, and prints out a lot of words on A4 paper, reminding me that time is running out, hurry up and find the murderer, otherwise I will stay in this house forever once the time passes.

Just through the clues in the photo, I seem to have a guess that the man in the photo is the murderer, but only the original heroine was killed? And also......

Thinking about it, I suddenly reacted!

The last time I entered the dream, on the display screen in the ward, I saw a woman holding a child killed by a man and a woman in the room, could that woman be the original heroine here?

I frowned, recalling the last time I had seen in my dream.

At that time, the perspective on the screen was supposed to be the perspective of surveillance, and the perspective from the top was that when she was standing, I didn't have an angle to see her face at all.

And when she was strangled by the man in the picture, she fell to the ground, her eyes bulged, and her face was covered with blood.

At that time, her face was almost distorted, and the skin on her face had turned black and purple, and it was impossible to tell whether the two were the same person or not.

But there are some similarities between them......

The figures are very similar, they are all thin and well-dressed......

I quickly flipped through the photos I had just held in my hand!

Especially in the third photo, although at first glance it looks like a selfie of a man alone, after looking at it for a while, a black and white blurred figure of a woman appears!

The woman wore a blouse with black spots on a white background, a wide belt popular in the last century, a pair of black bloomers, and a pair of black women's sandals on her feet.

And I think back to the scene in the last dream, the woman who was killed was also wearing this outfit!

The man who strangled her neck in the last dream......

I picked up the picture and compared it to what I remembered.

That's him!

This high school teacher, he's the murderer!

In an instant, I understood!

Although, I'm sure that the original male protagonist is the murderer, and the victim is his original wife, but how can I escape?

The two ghosts are in the same space as me, and the doors and windows on the first floor can't be opened, trying to avoid them and escape, it seems that I am going to continue to go upstairs.

But is the female ghost just now the original heroine or the junior student who is the last to be the upper one?

I began to wonder who she was.

She is likely to be one of the three identities, or two of them: the game maker, or one of them, the original heroine, and the schoolgirl in the upper position of the junior.

Because, it is difficult to tell who she is by her appearance now.

Since I can't be sure who this female ghost really is for the time being, then I will continue to seek clues that can allow me to escape.

I don't know the true purpose of this female ghost, but a large pile of A4 paper with the same handwriting should be related to her, and perhaps this is the only way she can communicate with me.

Knowing that her purpose was not to kill me, I calmed down a lot.

Immediately, I took the steps to the second floor......

The decoration of the second floor is more beautiful and exquisite than the first floor.

Smooth and clean floors, scattered lighting, elaborate wallpaper, beautifully decorated murals, and a study-style open living room all reflect the owner's pursuit of aesthetic refinement.

I couldn't help but sigh how good it would be if I were a child of a rich family.

The study-style open living room is next to the staircase, and the two children's desks are leaning against the window, which makes the window appear bright and clean; The shelves are neatly arranged with a variety of children's books; A few beautiful rag dolls and a few small plastic pistols sit on the children's sofa.

The thin LCD TV is embedded in the wall, so that children can watch cartoons at any time; Only the outermost side of the study-style open living room is placed with a computer desk for adults.

The computer desk and monitor, the chassis, and even the mouse and keyboard are very kawaii, and it should be a computer used by a young woman in a later position.

I walked into this chic living room and started looking for what I needed.

All kinds of children's books, textbooks for the fourth and second grades of primary school, homework in notebooks, and even toys for children to play with were not found to be unusual.

Only one drawing, drawn with a children's watercolor pen, caught my eye.

In the painting, a little boy is drawing water with a bucket by the river, and a little girl is flying a kite on the grass.

Underneath the little red house is his painting of Mom and Dad sitting on chairs drinking tea.

At first glance, it seems that the innocent child's vision of a better life.

The only thing that makes me regret is that there is no trace of Liao Qiliang in this painting.

I exclaimed: Poor child, may you forget these unpleasant memories in the future.

I put down the little boy's drawing and continued to rummage in the living room for clues, but I was busy for several minutes and found nothing.

No, there are more or less hints.

Just when I was surprised, the screen of the computer monitor lit up!

There was no sound, and the monitor was full of snowflakes that couldn't be seen clearly.

At this point, I was already afraid of the snowflakes on the screen, and I stepped back step by step, but my eyes were fixed on the monitor screen.

After a short time, the picture on the screen became clear.

In the picture, two women arguing appear on the bank of the river in the distance.

It seems that this is a video.

And this video was shot from a distance, and if you don't look closely, you can't see what is happening in this video at all.

Attentively, I naturally took a few steps forward and sat down in the computer chair, staring at the screen without blinking.

It can be seen from the picture that both of them are very excited.

Although I don't know the reason, I think they are very noisy based on their physical condition.

Then, one of the women slapped the other, and the two men fought.

Tearing each other's hair and hitting each other's bodies in the way they do best.

It didn't take long for the two men to move from stand-up to ground fighting, which grew more and more intense, and finally the two rolled on the ground with each other.

The image made me uncomfortable, and after watching it for a while, I leaned back in my computer chair.

Why are you showing me this? Who are the two people in the picture? I can't see my face clearly when shooting from such a distance, what kind of contradiction exists between them? Who is the photographer? Could it be that one of them had placed the camera in a distant position in advance? Or is there another person shooting from a distance? What does this video give me? Does it have anything to do with me trying to find a clue to escape?

A whole bunch of questions flooded my brain again.

Just as I was guessing, the picture on the computer monitor was gone, and with it was a full screen of snowflakes again......