One axe, two axes, fell on the maiden.

It's shaking.

The umbrella leaning next to it is even more red.

The first is the girl's outstretched neck.

The pale neck was cut into a shallow cut, and the cold blood that flowed gave off an enticing aroma.

Chen Luxia had an urge to put the girl's body into formalin.

Look at the empty eyeballs in a darkroom without light.

I want to keep it, I want to treasure it, this is my personal belongings!

In your own way, let them, these wonderful skins, live forever and forever!

Let the galaxy shift, you and I are eternal.

The girl's beauty is like a delicate work of art.

But it's not inclined to abstraction.

And then then there was boredom and jealousy, why wasn't this me?

Human desires are like stretching nails, and she can't contain them.

So the next few strokes focused on taking care of the face.

It should be the nineteenth down, I don't know if it's numb.

One eyeball was split into two pieces, and the protrusion attached to the eye socket also became two, and the blood color gathered into a small pod.

reflects Chen Luxia's treacherous figure.

The beautiful melody of a broken skull made her gradually intoxicated.

She tried her best to tell herself that it was just a fraud.

But......

She can't fool anyone.

She can only deceive herself.

You can't fool anyone, you can only fool yourself.

The puppet on the tree rolled its eyes, staring at the treacherous Chen Luxia under the tree with interest.

Ning Xiuyuan single-handedly created this scene.

He is also his most loyal audience.

…………………………

According to the data, the weird talk in the town, it may dress up as everything around you, when it finds that you can notice it.

will eat you.

Here are its rules.

So, after everyone entered the town, they separated, except for a few exceptions.

Normal people can only believe in themselves.

He too, he is one of the multitude.

There are a lot of rooms in the town that are empty, because almost no one wants to move in after the death of the people who live in them.

Because they are not familiar with the environment in the room, they cannot tell if the contents are what it pretends to be.

So.

He secretly raised his head, stacked materials in his hands, and walked straight to a house.

There are usually corpses on the side of the road, and the people in the town don't even dare to confirm whether the corpse is "it", allowing the corpse to rot on the side of the road.

Some of the "corpses" have thin and white skin, obvious blood vessels all over the body, and their necks, hands and feet are twisted to varying degrees, like messy algae.

It should be "it".

He tried not to care when they weren't there, walked into a building, and then looked for a room in the hallway.

He's picking a room that doesn't smell like a corpse.

It's not a cleanliness fetish, life is much more important than this thing.

The absence of the smell of corpses may be inhabited, or there may be no one, no one in recent times.

"It" is not going to be wasted on a stage where no one is watching.

That's it, he opened the door.

Or rather, pry open.

If there are people in it, they will see him as if he doesn't exist, and they will die.

A thief's paradise in a sense.

But that doesn't mean the people in the town are always like this.

The people here are in a state of high pressure, and a small increase in pressure can cause them to explode.

Maybe you're walking on the side of the road, and someone comes and cuts you with a knife, and you can't hide, and you don't hide.

You hid, in case it was "it" that did it, was it exposed?

If you don't hide, are you waiting to be hacked to death?

From this example of holding a knife, it can also be shown that the town is under the control of "it".

In fact, as long as it is willing to exert its strength, almost everyone will break its rules and die.

Don't think about it so much just yet, let's go inside.

He looked around a little, then made a secret note of what he had now.

Prevent it from appearing suddenly and catch him off guard.

Perhaps they were already aware of it as soon as they entered the town, and it knew the town inside and out.

Those of them who came into town had only one purpose.

- Survival.

Just live.

There's no need to investigate anything, just report your logs on time.

But it's not easy to survive here.

So......

An incident from not long ago came to his mind.

- There was a strange man among the people who came into town together.

The representative is called the "store manager", and he is recruiting people, and he also hands himself a business card.

It is blood-red, and it has the illusion of human skin to the touch.

He smiled and said that he had a way to survive here, so many people chose to stay with him.

Even if they know that they will face death if they get together, this may be their only straw left.

If you don't catch it, you may never be able to catch it again.

He smiled bitterly, who would be a normal person to come to this ghost place?

"Buzz...... Buzz"

His pockets vibrate, deliberately tuned into vibrations.

Pull out.

The light of the screen illuminated his face, and the numbers were a string of garbled characters.

There was no signal in the town, but there was always some means to get in the bureau, and he didn't doubt it.

Put through.

There was no sound on the other side.

"Hello?"

It's like giggling from far to near.

"I found you, hehehe."

Then the phone just hung up.

A gentle chill surrounded his ears, which were attached to his phone.

He couldn't answer it, it was a call from "it".

The electric shock that starts in the feet slowly climbs up to the legs and then to the whole body.

"Buzz...... "The phone rang again, and he didn't answer.

The phone shows that it is on call.

"Hee-hee-hee, I'm downstairs in your room now."

The knife that cuts the flesh has to be slower to make people feel absolute pain.

It's like Ling Chi.

"Buzz...... Buzz"

"Hee-hee-hee, I'm going upstairs."

He woke up in an instant, took three steps and made two steps, locked the door, and locked it.

Through the door, it was as if I heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the empty hallway.

It became clearer and clearer, and finally stopped at the door.

The faster his heart beats, the darker his eyes become.

He did something wrong.

He shouldn't have locked the door.

There was a screeching sound, like someone scratching with a fingernail...... The source of the chill in his ears also became erratic with the harsh scratching sound.

The inside of the door is especially clear.

"Buzz...... Buzz"

The phone went through on its own, and the voice on the phone overlapped with the voice outside the door.

"Hehehehe, I'm at the door, the door seems to be closed, I can't find you, I'm going to go first."

"Dut...... Toot"

Hung up.

"Whew...... Whew"

The sound of dull breathing, the sound of a fierce heartbeat.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

The sound kept ringing, getting louder and louder, like the subtle cracking sound of glass.

It's hot in your pocket as a business card.

He was a little hairy and didn't dare to think about it.

"Buzz...... Buzz"

The phone was connected again.

He became frightened, and his vision darkened for a moment.

"Hee-hee-hee, I'm outside the window, I found you."

He jerked back.

A slender figure in ragged clothes, looking through the glass, tilted his head to peek in.

"Hee-hee-hee, I'm outside the window, I found you."

This time it's not the voice coming out of the phone.