Room 2507 basically maintained its original appearance, everything about Brother Zhao was preserved, cabinets, sofas, coffee tables, and all the furniture used by the deceased before his death were in the house.

Lao Zhao was an extremely frugal person before his death, the decoration was very simple, and the house felt cold and deserted, and there was an indescribable chill.

The raindrops were hitting the window glass, the sky was overcast, and it was only past six o'clock in the afternoon, and the house was already very dark.

Xuan Wen didn't turn on the lights, she walked straight to the balcony, looking down on the patio compound and looking down on the rainstorm.

After a fierce battle of thoughts, Gao Ming also entered room 2507, and his eyes were quickly attracted by the wall of the living room, where a huge picture frame covered by a black cloth hung in the most conspicuous position in the living room.

"Want to know what that is?" Xuan Wen didn't look back, but she knew everything about Gao Ming's mental activities: "You can take off the black cloth and take a look." ”

Grabbing the corner of the black cloth, Gao Ming gently tugged it, and as the black cloth slid down, a huge black and white wedding photo appeared in front of him.

In the photo, Gao Ming and Xuan Wen have happy smiles on their faces, but in the wedding photos, only Gao Ming herself is color, the beautiful and moving Xuan Wen, and the exaggerated wedding dress on her body are all black and white.

"Another posthumous photo?" Gao Ming doesn't remember when he took wedding photos with Xuan Wen, and it was such a chilling wedding photo.

"Do you remember something now?" Xuan Wen turned around, the smile on her face was very warm, and her expression was very gentle, but the aura she exuded was extremely abnormal, and there were secrets hidden in the depths of those beautiful eyes.

"What happened in the tunnel on the night of the Midyear Festival?" Gao Ming never stray too far from the door of the house and was ready to leave at any time.

"You're in a car that shouldn't be you, and you're in a place where you shouldn't be." Xuan Wen's eyes when she looked at Gao Ming were full of morbid pampering, which made Gao Ming feel both mad and familiar: "You forgot what happened in the tunnel, this is your body protecting yourself, because you subconsciously think that you can't accept the terrible fact, so you will selectively forget." ”

"Then why do you know what's going on in the tunnel? You must have been here because of my game, and you have no reason to know what happened to me in the tunnel. Gao Ming retreated to the door.

"Because I sent you home that night." Xuan Wen took another step forward: "Do you remember the design of my branch in the game "To Our Dying Love"? I always know where you're and my favorite thing to do is watch you. This ability full of bad tastes, and that uncontrollable love, made me go to you as soon as I woke up. ”

Just listening to Xuanwen, Gao Ming felt terrible, he had never done a love game before, and he didn't know that a love game could be so terrifying.

"What do you see?"

"There is a corpse with a hideous and painful face embedded in the tunnel wall, and when I arrived, you were talking to something, walking step by step towards the depths of the tunnel, and I brought you out." Xuan Wen didn't know if what she said was true or not, but when she said this, there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

"I wouldn't have been frightened into amnesia if I just saw the walls full of corpses, but I did hear some sounds." Takamei tried to remember, but couldn't remember anything: "Do you remember what that voice said?" ”

"Everything is getting out of control, ghosts are rampant, weirdness is frequent, and the malice in people's hearts will subvert the city. The only way to soothe the resentment of the games you've made in the past, based on murders and urban tales, will emerge from rotten memories, and the only way to soften them is to get more people to play the games you've designed, and you can choose to lead them through the levels or sacrifice them to feed the weirdos. Different choices will pay different prices and will have different gains. After a pause, Xuan Wen continued: "That voice said that you should have died, it gave you a chance to live, and you seem to have made a deal. ”

"I should have died...... "Takamei pondered the deeper meaning of the sentence: "Did I experience death in the tunnel?" When you passed, I was already saved? This is completely unreasonable! ”

"If you don't believe what I say, or think I'm lying to you, you can also go to the other passengers on the bus that night to verify." Xuan Wen sat on the sofa: "In the process of taking you out of the tunnel, I saw other living people. ”

"Still passengers alive?"

"Well, I was in too much of a hurry at the time, I didn't see their faces clearly, otherwise I would have found a way to imprison them and find out the truth." Xuan Wen changed into slippers, and she said the most terrible words in the most homely tone.

Having received some information, coupled with the fact that it was already dark, Gao Ming took another step back.

"Are you in a hurry to leave when you're satisfied?" Xuan Wen looked at Gao Ming with a smile: "You shouldn't remember what you promised me in the tunnel, right?" ”

"I don't remember."

"It's okay, you can think about it slowly in the future." Xuan Wen took out a black-and-white posthumous photo from her underwear: "When I opened my eyes and woke up in reality, this black-and-white posthumous photo appeared next to me. In the last three days, as I have solved the other heroines in the love game, there seems to be some changes in the wedding dress in the photo. ”

Xuan Wen compared the black-and-white posthumous photo in her hand with the huge wedding photo hanging on the wall, and it was obvious that the wedding dress in her hand was gradually coloring.

"The other girlfriends in the love game also appeared under some unknown influence, strictly speaking, they are dead people, but the problem is ......" Xuan Wen approached with the posthumous photo, her eyes burned with madness: "The posthumous photo represents the memory left by the dead person to reality, when the black and white photo becomes color, does it mean that the dead person is alive again?" Killing other dead people seems to free me from some kind of bondage. ”

"So you're free to move around the city? No different from a normal person? Hearing Xuan Wen say lightly that she had killed other girlfriends, cold sweat oozed from Gao Ming's forehead, three days, eight girlfriends, too hysterical!

The most unpopular marginal female partner in the love game, an abandoned object with a distorted and sick personality, but after the game became a reality, through clear and accurate judgment and crazy and decisive actions, she became a "person" who understands the "status quo" better than the person involved in the high life.

The appearance of Xuan Wen also opened up the idea of high fate, and in those horror and suspense games, there are not only dangerous monsters and ghosts, but also "crazy people" with great potential.

"I just want to be like you." Xuan Wen's speed of speech began to speed up, and her state became more and more abnormal, she said her true purpose of finding her high life: "After repeated attempts, I found that there is a process for the game to become a reality, the more terrifying and dangerous the game, the slower it will merge with the city, and there will be all kinds of bad omens and warnings. If you want to trigger it in advance when the strange story is not fully formed, you need to meet three conditions, which are the murder house of the person who just died, the photo from that world, and you. ”

Standing in the 2507 murderous mansion, Gao Ming had fully understood what Xuan Wen meant. She wants to "hunt" the monster talk game and eat them before the monsters in the monster talk game have grown completely!

"The murder house is the game venue, and the posthumous photo is equivalent to a ticket to enter the game in advance, and you are the passage." Xuan Wen grabbed Gao Ming's clothes with both hands: "That voice allows you to bring more players into the game, I should be a player, right?" ”

With bloodshot eyes floating in her eyes, Xuan Wen opened the handbag she was carrying, which contained eight blank photos without a portrait.

"I have the tickets."

"Calm down, it's all just your guess now." After figuring out Xuan Wen's true purpose, Gao Ming was not afraid, he looked at Xuan Wen who was close at hand, and he really couldn't find any flaws in that face: "But I can help you, and verify your guess in the 2507 murder house tonight." ”

Takamei is a psychologist in a prison for felons, a doctor who dances with caged beasts, and he knows exactly how to get along with dangerous people.

Just as Gao Ming agreed, there were footsteps in the corridor, and then the doorbell rang.

After Xuan Wen covered the wedding photos with a black cloth, Gao Ming opened the door, and the disfigured face investigator appeared in the corridor on the fifth floor, and he said breathlessly: "This room is very dangerous, you must move out quickly!" ”