Above the nine springs, people rob the earth and the spirit

Chapter 150 Miss Sophora Flower
Bai Tianqing looked at the fallen doll and kicked it, but no corresponding pain appeared on his body.

So at this moment she knew that this doll was really solved.

She looked at the fruit knife in her hand, thoughtfully, and then suddenly stabbed the knife into the air behind her.

Naturally, it can only hit the air.

But the problem is not big.

It was okay for her to know that these things were scared too, as long as she was no longer scared.

It may be difficult for human beings to overcome what they are afraid of at the moment, but the emotion of fear itself cannot be continuously accumulated. When it accumulates to a certain level, it will reach a critical point, either driving people crazy, or causing people to have extreme The courage to face it.

Bai Tianqing came to the screening room.

The light in the room is even worse.

She sat on the sofa in the screening room and turned on the switch.

The bullfrog is gone, and the hornwort seems to have been brought out by her, so what else is there now?

A video plays automatically.

It was a space covered by ice. If you look closely, you will see that it is a house.

Several big words jumped out.

"Miss Sophora Flower and Her Good Friends"

There is no opening song, and the magnetic male voice-over appears directly.

"Miss Huaihua lives in a somewhat poor area."

As the sound appeared, the picture gradually switched from a close shot to a distant view, from a small room to a large space picture of an entire community.

It was indeed a relatively poor and backward place, at least compared to the luxurious and luxurious villa she lived in now.

The camera continued to switch and soon moved to a tree in the community. This tree was a locust tree, and the locust trees were in bloom.

"Today is the day when Miss Huaihua is about to be born. Yes, although Miss Huaihua has grown up here since she was a child, she has never been the real Miss Huaihua before today."

The camera soon cuts again, this time showing a group of people.

The leader is a teacher wearing glasses. He is wearing black clothes, followed by a group of students. The reason why we can tell that they are students is because some of them are wearing school uniforms, but there are also some who are also wearing black. clothing.

The camera focused on a girl. When he saw the girl's face, Bai Tianqing was stunned.

Because that face was an enlarged version of hers, the only difference was that the other person had short hair, was wearing a sportswear, and was carrying a black backpack.

"These people are Miss Huaihua's teachers and classmates. They came to attend Miss Huaihua's funeral. Yes, only after the funeral can Miss Huaihua be reborn."

The camera switched again, this time to the wreath. Bai Qing saw the person in the middle of the wreath. The girl in the black and white photo looked exactly like He Jiahuan, an enlarged version of He Jiahuan.

But of course there is a difference, because the girl in the photo has straight black hair.

There were some faint rustling sounds in the surrounding air, but when Bai Tian Qing looked, he couldn't see anything.

But at least she realized one thing. If she continued reading this story, some unknown dangers would definitely occur, but if she didn't continue reading... she really couldn't control it.

Because she wanted to know what this story was about and why there were enlarged versions of her and He Jiahuan in it?

There was a girl crying very sadly in the camera. She was so sad that even Bai Qingqing outside the camera could feel the sadness. It was the sadness after the death of her best friend. The voice-over did not appear again, as if it was just an introduction and the real plot followed.

The teachers and students in the picture quickly went upstairs and arrived at the door of He Jiahuan's house.

There is a coffin in He Jiahuan's home, and there are wreaths and paper figures placed in the house. It looks eerie and scary, especially since the house itself is also very shabby, like watching an old horror movie.

Is the person lying in the coffin He Jiahuan?
When Bai Tianqing saw the girl who cried a lot at first, she cried even harder at this moment. She was holding a photo of He Jiahuan and was out of breath crying. Everyone at the scene also looked sad. Everyone seemed to be affected by the emotion, even Bai Bai Qing outside the camera, she had gradually been taken in.

But she soon noticed the enlarged version of herself standing next to the paper man, and suddenly kicked the paper man.

The movement was loud and sudden, because the paper wreaths fell over and the glasses on the table were also taken away.

Everyone's emotions were interrupted. Bai Tianqing's small face was full of seriousness, and he stared at the enlarged version of his actions seriously.

Maybe this is worth learning.

She saw that all the other teachers and classmates had left, except for the girl who cried particularly hard and the enlarged version of herself. The other old people in the room also left.

Do not……

Tian Qing suddenly noticed that there were actually two people there.

The presence of these two people is so low.

The self in the camera is asking He Jiahuan's grandma.

"Grandma, how did Jiahuan die?"

He Jiahuan's grandma sighed, and everyone else in the room also sighed. Bai Baiqing outside the camera couldn't help but wanted to sigh, but stopped as soon as she opened her mouth.

It's really strange, why is she sighing along with her?
Also just now, although the person who died in this story was He Jiahuan, she had never seen the black-haired He Jiahuan, and she didn't think that was He Jiahuan, so she actually didn't feel any sadness about the funeral. Emotions, don’t say that isn’t this all originally a horror movie?
The self in the camera seemed to realize that there was something wrong with her always sighing, so she interrupted her grandma's sighing.

The grandma stopped sighing and let the enlarged version of herself find the answer on her own.

The voice-over suddenly sounded again at this moment.

"Tian Tianqing quickly realized the problem, that is, at this funeral, people's emotions seem to be contagious to each other. Sadness is contagious, pessimism is contagious, so what else can be contagious? Maybe fear can be contagious, do you think? Woolen cloth?"

Bai Tianqing held the puppet with a cold expression.

She didn't want to pay attention to this talking thing.

Even though she knew very well that this person was talking to her.

Is this person in the movie really myself? But why is it an enlarged version of herself, or what she is when she grows up?

Bai Tianqing continued to read, and she saw a test paper with eyes drawn all over the paper.

At that moment, she felt as if there were eyes on all sides of her, and these eyes were staring at her.

No, that's not even an illusion.

Bai Tianqing looked to her side.

In the entire screening room, eyes appeared one by one at some unknown time.

The scarlet eye pattern stared at her unblinkingly.

The voice-over voice sounded with a bit of weird excitement: "Perhaps, the eyes can also be infected? So what else?"