Su Wanluo exhaled deeply, and stood in the most dangerous place as always, with a complicated expression; And after Tang Jiahao's girlfriend fainted, his already pale face was even more bloodless.

The game begins.

When darkness falls, people's sense of hearing, smell, and touch becomes clearer. Tang Jiahao's face was covered with big drops of cold sweat, his Adam's apple fluctuated up and down, his fingers were clenched, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

When you close your eyes, it's your own beating heartbeat.

He stood in the third corner.

In the darkness was the sound of footsteps, breathing, and the sound of candles burning.

But in addition, Tang Jiahao seemed to have auditory hallucinations in his ears, and heard the painful cries for help in the quiet woods that night.

[Next to the school was a small forest, and my phone was out of battery and there was no lighting at that time. It was dark, and halfway through I heard a cry, like a bird's cry and a human voice. I looked over the corner and didn't see anything wrong. I thought it was an auditory hallucination and left. 】

Is it really auditory hallucinations?

Is a human cry for help really similar to a bird's cry?

No, not at all.

It's just that I drank alcohol that night, and my brain was slightly drunk and unresponsive; It's just a person walking at night, vigilant and not wanting to do much.

But what did he do wrong? He was just passing by, he didn't do anything, and he wasn't the one who poisoned her. If she really hates, she shouldn't hate him, she should hate her roommate! She should hate the murderer!

Tang Jiahao's breathing became more and more rapid, his teeth trembled, and he closed his eyes as if he was back to that night.

The wall of Huaicheng Jiaotong University is very high, and he needs to climb it with the help of the tree next to him, although his physical strength is good, but the bark of the tree is smooth, and he can climb for nearly half an hour.

Then for half an hour, she kept calling for help. The girl must have seen him passing by, thinking that she had gained hope of life, even if her throat had been corroded by poison, but she still didn't want to die. She screamed hysterically, she struggled with all her strength to make a move—I wanted him to hear, I hoped he could save her, I hoped he would take him to the hospital.

But he didn't dare to look back, he pretended not to hear.

There have been three brutal murders in Huaicheng one after another, and who knows if the cry for help in the woods is a trap set by a murderer.

If he walks over, he will be greeted by hell.

He didn't want to get in trouble.

He was just an ordinary male college student, not a hero or a savior.

As he jumped against the wall, he heard the girl let out a broken sob.

The sound of despair made Tang Jiahao's brain sober up instantly. But he didn't look back, pretending not to hear, and jumped back from the wall.

The roommate left him the door, and he wanted to call 110 as soon as he entered. But the phone was out of battery, his desk was messy, and he couldn't find a charger for a long time. Even because he was too quick and loud, he woke up his roommate, and the upper bunk directly scolded his whole family.

He was so flustered that he searched for a night in the dark and couldn't find the charger.

The next day, I found that it had fallen to the bottom of the bed table.

…… But it is no longer needed.

The next day he went to class, and the whole classroom was talking about the girl who died in the woods. They said she had been poisoned, but the poison was actually slow, and she had twelve hours to be rescued. It's pitiful, it must be desperate to wait for a person to die, if only someone passed by there.

Tang Jiahao ran to the toilet and threw up. His girlfriend went to the cafeteria with him to eat at noon and also talked about it.

She said that the murderer specially chose a grove where no one was around, and it was cruel to let the girl die a slow death.

Tang Jiahao couldn't bear it anymore and told her to shut up. His girlfriend gave him a strange look and didn't say anything more.

Tang Jiahao doesn't feel that he is at fault, and it is a sin not to save him when he sees death? Why moral kidnapping, what would you do if you were walking alone at night and heard a girl in the lonely woods calling for help, especially if there was a murder absconding in the city?

He thought about calling the police, but his phone was out of battery, what could he do.

If only he were a really cold-blooded person, a really cold-blooded person wouldn't think about this at all.

The bad thing is that he is not a good person, nor is he a vicious person.

This matter has been hidden in his heart like a thorn. Imperceptibly penetrates the heart, bleeds and suppurates, and slowly decays.

On the first night of the Luohu Mansion, when he heard the host tell a weird story that happened to you, his first reaction was this.

Maybe his mind is not clear, and he doesn't know why he said it. Maybe it's trying to pull the thorn out, maybe it's trying to hypnotize yourself.

…… That night, I really didn't hear it.

Syllable.

Brother Tiger patted him on the shoulder.

Tang Jiahao woke up from his memories and returned to this ongoing four-corner game. He gritted his teeth, held back the shivering, touched the wall and continued to walk forward, walked behind Su Wanluo and patted her on the shoulder.

After receiving the instructions, Su Wanluo nodded and walked forward.

Tang Jiahao stood in her place, suddenly with a little desperate and bitter smile. Forget it, if it is his turn and he really sees that girl, he should treat himself as a relief.

The candle in the middle of the house burned little by little, and Liang Qingqing stared at the flickering candle flame, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious. She thought Luoluo's behavior was very strange.

This four-cornered game is avoided by everyone, but Luoluo is surprisingly active, as if it is ...... She couldn't wait to see the ghosts.

Liang Qingqing woke up suddenly, thinking of when he first entered the club in his freshman year. On the first day, everyone was talking about the reason for their interest in paranormal events. Liang Qingqing's reason is that she wants to exercise her guts, because she is studying medicine, but she is very bold; And Su Wanluo said that she wanted to see if there were really ghosts in this world.

"Actually, I don't think ghosts are terrible, ghosts don't hurt people, I think people are more terrible than ghosts."

So- Luoluo wants to see the hell?!

Su Wanluo does have someone she wants to meet.

In addition to the little boy, there is actually another person who has died, her father.

Dad died when she was in the second grade of elementary school.

The little boy's incident not only alarmed the Lianggang County Government, but also made his father completely chilled. At the age of 7, she moved with her father to an underdeveloped town around Huaicheng. Their neighbor was a very kind old man who owned a bookstore with little business. When her father went out to work, she was entrusted to her grandfather.

One day she was lying on the desk doing her homework, and after the bookstore grandfather hung up the phone, he suddenly said to her with red eyes, Luoluo, your father is missing.

Missing. Missing. A living person just disappeared out of thin air?

There was no surveillance, no clues, not even a body.

The Huaicheng police have been looking for more than ten years but have not found it.

Ha, missing, missing - who the believes it.

She didn't believe it, she kept looking for her dad.

One, two, three, four.

Su Wanluo didn't know which old man she would see in the story, but she was not afraid of anyone.

Everyone was terrified of seeing the ghosts in the story. But Su Wanluo felt that people were sometimes much more terrifying than ghosts.

She didn't have a mother, and when she was a child, her father was afraid that she wouldn't get enough love and education, so he would play with her and tell her stories whenever he had time. In the story, there is always good retribution for good people and bad retribution for bad people. Evil prevails over good, without exception.

…… Good people have good rewards.

Su Wanluo's eyes were sour,

She walked around the corner, held out her hand, and this time touched something. It's like fire, it's like iron.

Su Wanluo was stunned, opened her eyes, and saw an expressionless face in the darkness. It's the boy behind the red brick wall who performs magic tricks for her!

Red hard hat, crumpled overalls. He remained the same as when he died, with a bony body, dark skin, and eerily bright eyes. It's different from the resentful look that tempted her to kill her. This time the boy looked at her as if he were the last of his dreams. Calm, quiet, even with a bit of sophistication.

According to the rules, when you see the "fifth person" in the four-cornered game, she should clap her hands three times.

But Su Wanluo stood silently and motionless.

The boy stared at her in silence and suddenly beckoned to her.

Su Wanluo was stunned, she didn't know if the ghost had the ability to read minds, but her heart welled up with great joy and nervousness at this moment. It's like looking for an answer for more than ten years, and this moment is about to come out.

She walked over.

The boy raised his hand and gently wrote two words in her palm.

"Old Art ......"

But halfway through writing, his figure suddenly began to distort, and his expression was painful. Little by little, it turned into smoke, as if the power that maintained his existence began to dissipate. The boy's body turned into a black, bloody mist and rushed to the window.

"No!" Su Wanluo suddenly let out a scream, she chased after it regardless of it, opened the window, and only saw the fog shadow drifting into the distance.

This is the third floor, and you can't jump down with it.

Su Wanluo gritted her teeth, her eyes were red, and then she turned around and ran out of the door like crazy.

"Luoluo?!" The first to hear her voice was Liang Qingqing, who thought she was in distress, quickly blew out the candle, and then got up to turn on the light. But at this time, Su Wanluo had lost her mind, pushed open the door and ran outside.

Liang Qingqing: "Luoluo! Liang Qingqing rushed out after shouting.

Qi Lan stood up with her, looking horrified: "What's wrong with her?" ”

The second person to react was Brother Tiger.

"I'll go out and see!"

The third is Tang Jiahao.

Tang Jiahao said to Qi Lan: "You stay here, it's enough for the three of us to go to her." When he said this, his hands trembled with fear, but he still forced a smile.

…… Think of it as atonement.

But in this fucking life, what did he do wrong to atone for his sins.

When blowing out the candles and turning on the lights, Su Wanluo's figure had completely disappeared into the corridor, and she didn't know which way she was running.

"You go to the left, I'll go to the right." Brother Tiger said.

Tang Jiahao nodded: "Okay." ”

Tang Jiahao took a deep breath to cheer himself up. It turns out that this is what it's like to be a hero, it's okay, it's not that scary.

He walked towards the end of the hallway, I don't know if it was his delusion, he felt the floor under his feet a little wet, and it felt a strange feeling to step on, like water seeping in. But it's sunny in Huaicheng these days, and the tide won't return.

Tang Jiahao was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat was already oozing from his back.

The hallway was not lit, and when he turned the corner, he saw a painting. The painting is a simple ink landscape, and the two owners of the murderous mansion are cultural people and are used for decoration.

A ray of moonlight shone on the painting, and he saw a tall figure standing in front of the portrait.

The lines of the ink paintings are constantly surging, as if something black is seeping out, and they will giggle and laugh weirdly, like shadow children one after another.

And the person with a very tall corner, Tang Jiahao couldn't see his appearance clearly, and only saw a pale blonde curly hair. Her arms were as white as lilies, and she held a long, long filament in her hand.