Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

It was night, and the cold moon hung high, making this house more gloomy and silent, full of the breath of chasing souls.

Naturally, Fu Lanyu didn't sleep. She pinned a sharp knife behind her waist, and was going to execute the plan of killing people and selling goods with Ren Lele.

Before leaving, Ren Lele repeatedly showed her loyalty.

"Miss Fu, I know it’s difficult to trust each other in the game, but you must not doubt it. Even if you kill me, I can’t form an alliance with that orange fool. I really think you are amazing and want to be your best. A strong assistant to clear the level together!"

Fu Lanyu lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves: "Why do you think I'm great?"

"My eyes, my aura, I'm very accurate in seeing people. To tell you the truth, I went through these silver bureaus, not only looking for clues, but also holding the thighs with first-class accuracy."

"..."

"Furthermore, Miss Fu, there are only two girls left in the game now. Girls have to help each other, right? As long as we unite, we won't be worse than those men."

Fu Lanyu glanced at her: "This sentence is quite agreeable."

Ren Lele smiled: "So you must stay steady later, don't really wipe my neck with excitement."

"It depends on how sincere you are."

"Don't worry, I will take the lead!"

In this way, Ren Lele shouted impassioned slogans, walked through the corridor, all the way to the door of the orange-haired man's room.

She looked around, and when she was convinced that there was no one nearby, she signaled Fu Lanyu to hide aside. She knocked on the door twice and began to call out tenderly.

"Brother, brother, are you asleep, brother? It's me, sister Ren."

Not long afterward, there was the sound of dragging footsteps.

Hearing the orange-haired man murmured and asked: "Have you got the key? Don't want to come in if you can't hold the key."

"Take my brother." Ren Lele answered patiently, "The silly eldest sister is asleep, and I took the key out of her trouser pocket — how dare I lie, if you lie, you have to take me Boom away? It's meaningless, isn't it!"

The silly eldest sister Fu Lanyu stood against the wall and glanced at her coolly.

Ren Lele consciously put his hands together and silently admits his mistakes.

Fortunately, these remarks also touched the orange-haired man who was not too high in IQ and overconfident. He snorted coldly and finally opened the door.

"First hand over the keys, then enter the door."

"...Give it to your grandma!"

Ren Lele made a decisive action, suddenly kicked, and unbiasedly kicked an important part of the opponent below the waist.

Her little leather shoes

Compared with the hard, this trick is so perfect, it can be seen that I have tried it many times before.

The orange-haired man was caught off guard, and screamed backwards with a scream of pain: "Fuck! You **** bitch! I take you..."

As a result, before he could finish his swearing, Fu Lanyu was in the shape of electricity and had already jumped out of the **** decisively.

As she pounced on him, she wrapped her left hand around the back of his neck, and drew the sharp knife from her waist with her right hand. She instantly pierced his heart with the help of inertia, and then pushed him hard to the ground.

This set of movements is simple and neat, without wasting even a second.

The orange-haired man fell straight to the ground. He opened his eyes and still maintained an incredibly surprised expression. He convulsed twice and died.

Ren Lele closed the door quickly, too nervous to speak.

She now fully believes that this sister definitely has the ability to wipe herself off her neck, as long as she is willing to do so.

"Fu...Miss Fu, I'm going to find the box!"

Fu Lanyu responded, raised his hand and pulled out the knife from the orange-haired man's chest, and wiped blood on his clothes by the way.

She looked down and saw Ren Lele lying on the ground, struggling to lift a carved wooden box from the bottom of the bed.

"Look, Miss Fu, I really didn't lie, this is the box I found by the reservoir!"

"Okay, good job, let's go back to the room."

So Fu Lanyu took the knife, Ren Lele held the box, and the two quickly left the scene of the crime and walked towards the road where they came.

Unexpectedly, halfway, Fu Lanyu stopped suddenly and raised his hand to stop Ren Lele.

"and many more."

Ren Lele was taken aback, and subconsciously took two steps back: "What's the matter?"

"somebody is coming."

The two of them hid behind the pillars, peeping out quietly, and saw a boy in white clothes hanging his head, walking slowly and stiffly towards the front yard main hall.

The boy seemed familiar.

"Eh? Isn't that... the one who wears glasses, and looks pretty?" Ren Lele asked, "What is he going to do?"

Fu Lanyu watched carefully for a while, his expression gradually sinking: "I don't know what to do. In short, his condition is abnormal."

"It's abnormal? What do you mean?"

"It means that you have been wicked and possessed." Fu Lanyu said, "You have also passed through a lot of silver bureaus. You should have some experience. Have you encountered similar situations?"

"..."

Ren Lele thought about it carefully, and it seemed that it was true. In the previous silver game, a player was like this. Most of the night, he was upset by a ghost, stumbled and ran out of the door, and stabbed a dozen holes in his body with a knife.

Just died.

She couldn't help shivering: "Is he dead?"

Fu Lanyu pinned the knife to his waist again, and was silent for a long time after hearing the words, and finally replied slowly: "Basically it is."

Everyone has his own life and cannot be saved.

The game is so cruel, and there are so many tragic stories, and compassion has become the most meaningless thing.

The boy wearing glasses is named Zhao Pu. Like Jing He, this match happens to be his promotion from silver to gold.

In order to successfully pass the customs, he has read and understood many horror stories and legends in private, including the background of Fengmen Village.

He vaguely remembered that there was a wicked chair of the Qing dynasty in Fengmen Village, but everyone who sat on it died of unfaithful fate, and no one was spared.

When he first entered the main hall yesterday evening, he was still immersed in the tension he had just passed through. He didn't pay much attention to the surrounding environment, nor did he notice that there were only seven chairs.

Until the black, long and straight girl dragged a master chair to the table.

He realized something, but before he had time to warn her, she had already sat down.

... After learning the truth, the girl cried sad and desperate, but no one could help her.

After the meal, everyone was divided into rooms. She did not dare to sleep alone, and no one wanted to share a room with her.

Who wants to share a room with a dying person?

This incident wasn't Zhao Pu's fault either. After all, he was not obliged to take care of the lives of other players, and he didn't intentionally harm her.

But he noticed that the moment the black long straight girl walked into the room, she gave herself a very sad glance.

She must be blaming him, why didn't she remind her earlier.

When Zhao Pu was in school, he was a good student with five talks and four beauties, so that he couldn't adjust his mentality for a long time after going through the game.

Even if he didn't kill the person himself, he would unconsciously think that he has indirect responsibility, and he is no different from an accomplice.

Isn’t it a sin to see others facing death but not being able to lend a helping hand?

He was scared, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

But he knew that in this game, if you want to live by yourself, you have to sacrifice others in exchange for a higher chance of survival.

The more this happened, the more he felt broken.

The next morning, he was not in the room and saw the body of the black long straight girl, but the pool of blood showed that she had indeed been killed.

Will her body suddenly appear somewhere?

This thought entangled him, making him trance all day, until he was lying in bed at night, he still tossed and turned over and couldn't sleep.

It's late at night, the moonlight outside the window

Reflected into the room, cold and cold, through a piece of light.

He was half-dreaming and half-awake, as if he heard the girl's cry again, and suddenly opened his eyes uneasy.

There is no one in the room.

He sighed deeply and was about to turn over, but in the next second, he heard a strange sound rustling under the bed.

...Not an illusion.

The cold sweat soaked his back in an instant, Zhao Pu gripped the corner of the quilt tightly and moved all the way to the corner of the bed.

He stared at the ground for a long while, his expression gradually becoming frightened and distorted.

He opened his mouth wide, as if he was about to yell, but he couldn't yell out anyway. He only uttered a faint scream like a dying little beast.

There was a girl in red with black long straight hair, using all fours together, slowly crawling out of the bed.

When the moon shone on her, she learned with hindsight that she was not a red dress.

...Is the exposed flesh and blood.

Her entire skin has been completely peeled off, leaving only unobstructed flesh and bones. With the crawling motion, several sticky blood stains were dragged on the ground, which was shocking to see.

Then she turned her head, facing Zhao Pu, that same bloody, broken face, suddenly showed a grinning smile.

She leaned over to the bed, with blood dripping in her hand, slowly holding Zhao Pu's face.

She asked: "You want to sit down, is that chair?"

Zhao Pu looked at her with a look of horror, and gradually became stiff.

The light under his eyes dimmed until it was pitch black, and he nodded.

...

Jing He was sleepy tonight. He wanted to take a nap, but he woke up in a daze and found that Zheng Zhuo was missing.

He was shocked immediately in a cold sweat, sat up "teng", and then vaguely remembered that Zheng Zhuo mentioned it an hour ago, and he was going to the ruined temple to explore the situation again.

He breathed a sigh of relief, patted his dizzy head, and lay back again.

It was impossible to find anything useful in that temple, because he had smuggled the most useful key to Fu Lanyu.

At this moment, the door rang softly, and then a blast of cold wind poured in, and Zheng Zhuo came in carrying an oil lamp.

"Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Zhuo sneered. Although his tone quickly returned to normal, he still did not hide his contempt at that moment.

"Mr. Jing, are you awake?"

The subtext is: I go out in the middle of the night looking for clues, are you sleeping well here?

Jing He thought to myself that I spent money, shouldn't you put some effort into it? What's more, if you can live for one night, it is one night, and you still earn money if you live till now.

, Don't force a bunch of things here.

But thinking about it, he still wanted to be polite on the surface.

"Mr. Zheng has worked hard. Did Mr. Zheng find any good things?"

Zheng Zhuo carried a sharp knife in his hand, and the sharp blade reflected a string of strange runes in the moonlight.

"Find a knife."

It is worth mentioning that there are fresh blood stains on the blade.

Jing He was surprised: "Mr. Zheng, you killed someone?"

"Well, kill the man in gray clothes." Zheng Zhuo said, "I went to the ruined temple and came back without gain. As a result, when I passed the woods, I saw him take a knife from the top of the tree."

The male player in gray clothes had very little talk at the dinner table, and had no sense of presence. He was also a brave player who dared to travel late at night.

"……so what?"

"So I think he has a good sword, so I simply grabbed the sword and killed someone." Zheng Zhuo shrugged, "Anyway, he will die sooner or later."

This is a matter of course, and it does not seem to be an issue that requires more consideration.

Indeed, in the eyes of some platinum players, the so-called life is actually a brick that pave the way for customs clearance.

Jing He half-truth praised: "Mr. Zheng is really powerful, I have never dared to kill."

"If you don't kill others, others will kill you too. You have to be enlightened."

"Then...Mr. Zheng, how many people have you killed? Are they all strangers?"

"I've killed anyone I know." Zheng Zhuo paused. He probably thought it was nothing to say to him, and smiled inexplicably. "I'm still a friend who has a good relationship with me-don't worry, you will say later. I will experience it indefinitely."

Personally betrayed and cut righteously.

Jing He put his hands in his pockets, his fingers slowly clenched into fists, he looked at Zheng Zhuo sincerely, with an expression of humility asking for advice: "Why? Mr. Zheng is a good person, probably as a last resort..."

Zheng Zhuo pursed the corners of his lips, and there was a smile of indifference between his eyebrows.

"It doesn't matter anymore. In short, this game is too difficult, and I can count as a relief for him."

Jing He was silent for a moment and smiled slightly.

"Yes, it is true."

It doesn't matter, you will be free soon.