The chaotic thoughts in Ren Shijun's mind were suppressed, and he no longer had to spend a lot of time to fear, to repeatedly suppress and emerge anxious.

Immerse yourself in thinking.

At least for now, it seems so.

Ning Xiuyuan stretched out his hand, the cold air rolled, and his hand froze out of frost in mid-air, with ice spikes hanging upside down.

Ren Shijun didn't feel the approaching cold.

It's just that the body subconsciously takes a big step back, and then the black mist surges, boils, and makes noise.

Ning Xiuyuan's hand touched Ren Shijun's body.

Ren Shijun didn't dodge or dodge.

The black mist also seemed to be mocking Ning Xiuyuan's stupidity.

In the field of vision, Ning Xiuyuan's hand had completely touched Ren Shijun's body.

The cold that Ren Shijun expected did not spread subsequently.

The frame drop screen began to switch slowly, slowly stopping at the scene with the swinging corpse.

The hanged corpse was like a pendulum clock, and the creaking sound was like the ticking of a clock.

The time is 12:59:00.

Ren Shijun's head suddenly read the reading represented by the strange pendulum.

He had a vague sense that something was wrong, or rather, that something was wrong.

But it's too late to think so much.

The moment Ning Xiuyuan touched Ren Shijun, the black mist quickly covered and enveloped Ning Xiuyuan.

As a result, the black mist turned into a deformed giant mouth, biting one bite at a time, tearing Ning Xiuyuan's body apart.

There was a creaking and chewing sound, then a grinding sound of teeth, and finally the bones were gnawed.

These sounds are even reminiscent of the crispy part of a rib being chewed.

No taste, no blood sliding over the tip of the tongue.

Ren Shijun shares the five senses of [Mouth in the Bottle], a special way of symbiosis.

Naturally, he clearly felt all this weirdness.

There was no taste, and I didn't feel cold before.

Hallucination!

His mind was like a rock bursting apart.

Then all the clues were strung together little by little, and thoughts jumped.

But perhaps it was too late, and he was already feeling the caress on his neck......

- It was the tactile sensation he felt when the fine hair was pressed down.

Ren Shijun quickly turned around......

is no longer the torn double-headed Ning Xiuyuan before, but the weird young man at the beginning.

I don't know when the picture in the field of vision has been completely transformed, just now it was just jumping between two different scenes.

Now it's fixed in a scene.

The young man grinned and watched Ren Shijun retreat.

With a cute and flattering tone.

"Sir...... Have you forgotten that agreement?

You came to me, but you didn't...

…… So I can only come to you. ”

Ren Shijun suddenly remembered this incident:

- Come to me tomorrow at noon.

The boy told it yesterday.

And the definition of noon is:

- 11 a.m. to 1 p.m.

As a result, Ren Shijun's mind was chaotic again, like a ball of entangled yarn, and he couldn't find the thread.

Maybe the boy is just the strange talk about the agreement of "hooking and hanging".

And he overturned his conclusions again and again after that.

— the result is just more and more deviation from the correct answer.

Before Ren Shijun could sort out his thoughts, the black mist couldn't wait to rush up and envelop Ning Xiuyuan again.

Another creaking and rattling of teeth.

Still no sense of taste.

Then something cold, metallic lightly cut across his neck.

Ren Shijun immediately turned around, Ning Xiuyuan was wearing a clown hat and holding the fruit knife in his hand.

Standing not far behind him.

His wrist twisted slightly, dancing the knife, and the reflected knife light pierced Ren Shijun's eyes uncomfortable.

"How can you be sure that it's not an illusion now?"

Ren Shijun retreated a little, but not a lot, if this method doesn't work, he can only ......

"You're going to die."

Ren Shijun spit out this sentence.

So the black mist opened its twisted mouth.

This is ...... True... False"

"This is false..."

"That's true..."

It's like stuttering, and it's like it's all knotted, and the tongue in that open mouth can't be said clearly.

"Everything you see right now is probably an illusion.

Including the current black fog. ”

[His authority is stronger than mine, and my side has little effect, so you'll have to figure it out.] ]

The voice echoed in his head.

"Hee-hee-hee..."

"Looks like there's nothing you can do about it."

"So ......"

The boy paused, "Then let's hang ourselves together." ”

It's like when you were a kid and invited someone to go on a swing with you.

It's a pity it's not a swing.

The icon in the corner of Ning Xiu's distant vision flickered, and the [Human Skin Mask] began to shatter after performing the gods.

Now halfway through the shattering, the shattered place of the human skin mask reveals the pale whiteness underneath.

The positive effect of the human skin mask has also changed, and the effect is constantly diminishing in the perception and vision of others.

I can be anyone.

When you wear it, you can become anyone in someone else's eyes. 】

This is also why Ren Shijun didn't feel the cold and taste just now.

Because it can't be simulated.

Ren Shijun took another step back, then leaned his back against the cold wall, and the black mist gradually faded back into the bottle.

And then it didn't move.

【Bottle in the mouth】Regardless of Ren Shijun.

It doesn't matter, it stays behind, in fact, after Ren Shijun's death, it will not die with him.

It's just that the price is a little distressing.

It doesn't care about Ren Shijun now.

The fear of being forcibly suppressed was like a river bursting its banks, boiling and burning his brain.

The young man took another step forward, and Ren Shijun had no way back.

The soft body naturally can't play the operation of showing off the ghost face in the imagination.

It's over, it's over, it's all over.

I just knew it wasn't a good choice to come here......

Ren Shijun has a hundred reasons to regret it in his heart, but he has no hope [in the bottle].

Because he knows that it has left the means, and in the real fatal moment, it is best on its own.

He couldn't find any way to break the game, his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees.

Looking upwards, you can see the boy's feet, and the boy is obviously not the kind of regular weirdness.

He has his own logic, which is more like a different kind of weirdness.

"I'm an ordinary investigator at the Strange Talk Bureau, and I know a lot of information......"

He secretly felt the change in the low pressure.

"We are willing to be servants."

We wait, naturally, including the [bottle mouth] not far away.

"Hee-hee-hee"

The young man smiled and put his hand into Ren Shijun's hair, and he was gesturing the shape of Ren Shijun's head with a knife.

The body trembled involuntarily, and the cold hand passed through the hair and attached to the scalp, and the ice ......

As time passed, the cold air also infiltrated into Ren Shijun's brain little by little.

The chill is biting.

The boy stopped the knife in his hand and smashed it in the mouth.

Shook his head.

"Yes......"

"So ......"

"You talk about ...... first"

The young man took the rope out of nowhere and gently put it around Ren Shijun's neck.

"I'll decide if I want to ...... Hang yourself. ”