Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

The faint light of the oil lamp, the shadowy shadows, reflected the blood shimmering heads on the windowsill.

The scalp of the human head has been torn off, revealing the bright red subcutaneous tissue.

The face of the human head seems to have been cut by a sharp weapon, and the dirty blood is condensed in the crisscross cracks, completely unrecognizable;

The eyes of the human head were also gouged out, leaving only two **** holes; the lips were also cut off, and two rows of ghastly teeth were exposed.

It seemed to be smiling in the direction of the bed.

There is no doubt that it was a tall man who died last night. The body disappeared, but now his head appeared.

At the same moment, Xiaohui turned her gaze and saw this horror scene.

She was cold in her hands and feet, and her liver and gallbladder were cracked, and she was about to scream in the next second.

At the critical moment, Fu Lanyu slapped her over, and tightly covered her mouth.

"Want to die?" Fu Lanyu warned in a low voice, "What do you think the head is doing here? It makes you break the rules and make a loud noise."

"..." Xiaohui trembled, tears streaming down uncontrollably, "Miss Fu, I'm afraid..."

"I was afraid of being normal," Fu Lanyu said, "I'm not afraid of getting used to it slowly."

She put her arms around Xiaohui and patted her shoulders as comfort.

The faint singing continued.

"The wedding gown is red,

The poison is white...

I hope the woman you touch will not stop bleeding,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper is not my fault;

I hope the woman you touch is rotting,

It’s not my fault that one night spring supper..."

Xiaohui shrank in Fu Lanyu's arms and dared not raise her head, while Fu Lanyu kept her eyes open and kept paying close attention to the head on the windowsill.

It is strange to say that the last oil lamp suddenly went out because the two of them were too quiet and had no reaction at all.

Intuition told her that as the light disappeared, the head was gone.

"The head is gone."

"...What?" Xiaohui raised her head cautiously, and glanced at the window sill, "how are you sure? What if one of the lights is out, but the head is still there?"

"What's the point of staying in our house all night?" Fu Lanyu answered calmly, "When he sees that we are not fooled, he naturally frightens others, and there is always a trick."

Xiaohui was dubious: "Will anyone be recruited?"

"Can."

As if to confirm Fu Lanyu's words, after a short while, I heard a scream from a room at the end of the corridor. The volume was so high that it almost overshadowed the female ghost's singing.

The man is calling.

Xiaohui nervously said, "Who was recruited? Can you hear Miss Fu?"

Fu Lanyu yawned, obviously not caring about this kind of thing, but still gave an answer.

"The one with glasses."

Her senses are keen, and she is naturally a must in discerning people by hearing.

Xiaohui got into the quilt, shaking uncontrollably.

"He is dead tonight."

Violating the rule of not letting loud noises, the man with glasses will end up just like a tall man.

Maybe tomorrow night, the head on the windowsill is his.

"Yes."

After speaking these two words, Fu Lanyu turned over, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Xiaohui hasn't slept all night again, and the Wuqing now becomes heavier, and her whole body is haggard, as if she was seriously ill.

In sharp contrast to her is Fu Lanyu. Fu Lanyu was full of energy when she got up early, and she seemed to be able to run a marathon every minute.

"Go and wash your face with cold water, sober and sober."

Xiaohui sighed: "Don't worry about washing your face, should we check whether the man with glasses last night is dead..."

As a result, before the voice was over, at the end of the corridor on the second floor, there was a girl's scream.

"Dead." Fu Lanyu nodded, "You can wash your face at ease."

"..."

So Xiaohui washed her face tremblingly, and the two went to the man's room with glasses, and saw that the others had already gathered there.

Qiqi sat on the ground, covering her face and crying, Wang Xin was comforting her in a low voice.

Fu Lanyu glanced into the room.

The situation was roughly the same as yesterday. The body of the man with glasses was gone. The room was splattered with blood, and the tabletop and floor were covered with small pieces of meat and bones.

Another was slaughtered.

"Two people are dead, and maybe we will be the next one!" Qiqi cried, "How can we escape!"

"He died because he violated the rules." Fu Lanyu said, "You didn't make a loud noise at night. What are you afraid of?"

"Yes, yes, I heard it last night. Someone called out." Wang Xin was puzzled, "but he's so good, why did he call it?"

He lives on the third floor, and the head appeared on the second floor last night, so he didn't know it.

Fu Lanyu asked calmly: "If you saw the head of the person who died the night before, and put a blood stab on your window sill and laughed at you, would you scream?"

"..."

Kiki's eyes were red, and she was frightened and frightened: "What? You mean...there is a dead man's head on the window sill?"

"Yes, it seems that only the people living on the second floor have seen it at the moment."

"But I didn't see it!"

At this time, Qiao Yunzheng, who had been watching the excitement, spoke slowly.

"The female ghost checks the rooms in order. You live in the last room in the corridor. The person in the second to last room violated the rules first, so you escaped."

"..."

Kiki couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, otherwise, she would scream screaming if the head appeared, so she was the one who died last night.

Qiao Yunzheng smiled and said again: "Be careful tonight. Maybe the one placed on your window sill will be replaced by your neighbor's head."

"..."

Kiki didn't dare to listen anymore, she covered her ears with her hands and ran downstairs.

"Let's go down too." Fu Lanyu closed the door casually and naturally suggested, "It's time for breakfast, I'm hungry."

Xiaohui: "Your appetite is really king-level."

"Thank you, I am a king in every aspect."

"..."

Others also acquiesced to this proposal, and they planned to go downstairs to the kitchen to see if there was any stew left besides the steamed buns this morning.

As a result, when I walked to the middle of the stairs, I heard Qiqi's heartbreaking scream in the direction of the kitchen, and this time it was worse than any other time.

The couple walked faster, and came downstairs to find that Qiqi had fallen, and she was crying and moving back, tears on her pale little faces.

Kiki wailed: "I shouldn't have eaten...I shouldn't have eaten! Ugh..."

Her feet were too soft to stand up, and she crawled to the corner with difficulty to throw up.

Li Chenguang was puzzled. He glanced into the kitchen with a probe. With just this look, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his face instantly turned blue.

At the same time, Beibei who followed closely also saw it.

In the next second, the couple pushed and shoved me and ran to the toilet without turning their heads back. After a while, there was one after another vomiting sound inside.

Wang Xin was frightened, and was stunned for a while, wanting to go forward but dare not.

Xiaohui twitched Fu Lanyu's sleeves, her tone trembling: "Is there any dirt in the kitchen? Is it a human head again?"

"Maybe, are you interested in going over and taking a look?"

"...No more, no more."

Fu Lanyu didn't force Xiaohui either, she walked to the kitchen alone, standing at the door looking inward.

Well.

No wonder, the scenes were even more disgusting than she thought.

The steaming iron pot last night has disappeared, and the fragrant pork stewed is gone, replaced by a headless, tattered corpse, with blood flowing everywhere.

The corpse was lying on the stove, his stomach was torn apart, and the bones were removed. The whole torso looked like a hollowed-out container, and there were still many neatly cut pieces of meat and broken internal organs.

The bowls, chopsticks and spoons scattered around the stove are also covered with blood.

They actually dug out the flesh and blood from the body of a tall man last night, but they still chewed it with gusto.

Fu Lanyu frowned, and then listened to someone next to him saying: "Experiencing the life of a primitive man drinking blood and ruining hair is a return to the basics."

She turned her head and saw Qiao Yunzheng approaching at some time, his face full of leisure.

"Indeed, it's just like eating human flesh sashimi."

Anyway, he and she didn't eat at all, and they didn't shy away from saying anything cool.

Fu Lanyu walked in with blood on the ground, took two steamed buns, and handed one of them to Xiaohui.

It's good to eat steamed buns, at least you don't need to be a primitive person.

Xiaohui took a bite of the steamed bun, scared and curious: "What's in it? Is it really a human head?"

"I advise you not to ask or look at it, otherwise you might not even dare to eat steamed buns."

"..."

Xiaohui trusted Fu Lanyu very much when she was persuaded to eat her meal. What's more, she didn't ask for trouble when she saw Qiqi and her couple vomit like that.

But there are also people who can't restrain their curiosity, such as Wang Xin.

Seeing that Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng were calm after reading them, he thought it was not a big deal, so he went and took a look.

Three seconds later, he yelled and plunged into the toilet.

Qiao Yunzheng sighed, turned his head and smiled and said to Fu Lanyu: "Why do you think he is doing this?"

"Who said no."

The door of the kitchen was closed by Fu Lanyu, to avoid passing by, looking out of sight.

In the afternoon, the sun is thin and the whole town is shrouded in gloomy mist, full of depressing atmosphere.

Fu Lanyu asked Xiaohui if she wanted to go out with herself for a while, she could refresh the clues at any time in the game, and should not be taken lightly at all times.

But Xiaohui hesitated, obviously not really wanting to go.

"Miss Fu, in fact, I can't help much with following, but it's easy to add burden to you."

"It seems that you are very accurate in positioning yourself."

"..."

"But I don't want you to help, but to accompany you to adapt to the environment." Fu Lanyu said, "I can't always take you through the barrier. In the future, you will cross by yourself. Do you want to shrink in the house and wait for death?"

Xiaohui was speechless for a while: "Why can't you keep taking me?"

"First, the higher your level, the more difficult it is to travel through the world. Who is willing to take you at the risk? Second, if someone is willing to take it, you can't afford that money, let alone bargaining with others. NS."

"..."

Xiaohui fell headlessly on the bed, suddenly feeling that the road ahead was slim.

Fu Lanyu's persuasion is always the end, never reluctant, anyway, the relationship between the two is just the customer, and the end of this order will go its own way. She is not training talents for the country.

When she went out, she ran into oncoming Qiao Yunzheng downstairs.

With eyes facing each other, Qiao Yunzheng smiled happily: "Little girl, want to go out?"

"Yeah, go out and relax."

"Yeah." He nodded leisurely. "Go to the door of the house with **** handprints to relax."

It was not surprising that Fu Lanyu heard him say that. This is a low-end game, and it is relatively easy for experienced veterans to find tips.

Everyone is a fox for thousands of years, so you don't have to play the Liao Zhai specially.

"Since you found out, why don't you go and have a look together?"

"Can."

The two walked side by side on the empty street, with the dead leaves at their feet swirling in the wind, and one piece floated in front of Fu Lanyu.

Qiao Yunzheng stretched out his hand from the side and took the fallen leaves off her shoulders for her.

This movement was natural, as if it were habitual, even he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Fu Lanyu looked at him sideways: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She finally stopped in front of the familiar door. Sure enough, the **** fingerprints that had been wiped off by her yesterday appeared again today.

She held the doorknob and pressed harder, only to hear a soft "click". The door that was tightly closed yesterday was now opened easily.

She and Qiao Yunzheng looked at each other, and at the same time stepped over the threshold and closed the door again.

"Someone is following." She said, "It is obvious that their scouting ability is not good, and their IQ is used for dating."

Needless to say, it was the couple who followed them.

Qiao Yunzheng smiled and nodded: "That's why I don't want to form an alliance with them. I hate seeing people fall in love."

"...Then you are quite individual."

The area of ​​this family’s house is not large, the corridor to the door is very narrow, and after a few steps, you come to the dimly-lit outhouse. There is a wooden table, two chairs, and an old TV on the side. When the TV set and the TV were on, the screen showed a snowflake picture with missing signal, making a sizzling noise.

Two more steps, you can see a bedroom. It is strange that the door of the bedroom is open and not locked.

On the floor of the bedroom, mottled and condensed black stains similar to asphalt, and it was preliminarily determined that it should be blood stains that are deep and old.

The layout of the bedroom is very simple. There is nothing but a bed. The bed is covered with bedding embroidered with rich and precious peonies. The pillow is also embroidered with mandarin ducks. It looks like a newlywed couple.

Incompatible with this are the two photo frames standing beside the bed.

Each frame is framed with a photo of a young woman, the same beautiful woman with a peaceful smile.

The difference is that on the left picture, the woman is wearing a snow-white wedding dress with a wreath made of olive branches; while on the right picture, the woman is wearing a bright red Xiuhe dress with peony flowers of the same color on her head. .

Fu Lanyu raised his head and found two nails for hanging paintings on the wall directly above the bed.

"It seems that this is for us to choose a photo frame to hang on."

Qiao Yunzheng smiled: "Then which one are we going to hang?"

The author has something to say:

So which one should I hang?