Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

In order to avoid extra branches, Fu Lanyu took the meal directly back to the room at night, and did not eat with the group of players.

After eating, she forced Qiao Yunzheng to continue to rest, and did not wake him up until 9:30.

"We are going to the cemetery before ten o'clock."

Qiao Yunzheng understood what she meant. He and her had always suspected that the reason for the sudden sleepiness last night was because of a problem with the bedroom system settings, otherwise it would be impossible for sleepiness to strike as soon as ten o'clock.

The two of them must leave the bedroom before ten o'clock, so that they won't be able to get out when they think about it.

When he turned the window, Fu Lanyu remembered something: "I entered the cemetery later, in case we need to dig a grave, we..."

It would be more embarrassing if there is no hand tool, after all, she currently has only one boning knife in her hand.

"Don't worry." Qiao Yunzheng whispered, "I saw it this morning. There is a shovel standing behind the mailbox in front of Henry's door."

Given that taking the shovel back to the small building, 80% of it would arouse suspicion, he remained silent.

The two went to the door of Henry's house, and sure enough, they found the rusty shovel behind the mailbox.

Fu Lanyu was relieved, and she immediately slapped Qiao Yunzheng.

"Go, let's hurry up."

As previously expected, at night, the white mist dissipated, the barrier disappeared, and the small town cemetery appeared in front of you.

The cold moon hangs high, the road ahead is overgrown with weeds, and there are many broken stone steles, gloomy and devastated.

Fu Lanyu had just stepped into this land, as if stepping into another realm, only to feel that if there was a substantial yin air on her face, it made her whole body cold, and her limbs were painful like a knife cut.

At the same time, Qiao Yunzheng next to him suddenly bent down and coughed repeatedly.

"...Brother Yun?"

Qiao Yunzheng raised his hand to stop her support. He gasped for a while, straightened up again, and swallowed the heavy **** breath in his throat.

"It's okay, just entering this kind of place, based on my current state, it is impossible to be unresponsive."

"Why don't you just wait for me here, I'll go in and find it myself."

"No." He categorically refused. "Who knows what's in it? I can't let you take this risk."

"But you..."

"I know how far I can bear it, I know it best in my heart, don't be afraid." He put his hand on her shoulder, comforting in a deep voice, "All you have to do is trust me."

Fu Lanyu should never be hypocritical when she should be decisive. If he makes her believe in herself, then she will respect his decision.

"Okay." She clenched

Hold his hand, "Let's go in together."

Qiao Yunzheng looked at her, smiled softly and nodded: "Yeah."

Stepping on the shadowy moonlight, the two of them walked through each row of stone steles in turn with the suffocating cold and oppressive feeling, bending over to carefully identify the lettering on them.

There are no photos of the deceased on the tombstone, only their names are simply marked.

Aarn, Dailey, Le, Rebecca...

Finally, on the last stone tablet in the middle row, Fu Lanyu saw the familiar name.

Mary Shaw.

"It's here." She raised her foot and stepped on the ground in front of the stele, and found that under the weeds and rocks, the land looked particularly damp and soft. "It doesn't seem to be difficult to dig. You step back and I will try."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yunzheng stepped back symbolically, but still guarded her, staring at her hand holding the shovel.

Fu Lanyu went down with a shovel, exerted force with both hands, pressed the wooden handle, and lifted the mud up to the distance.

She moved swiftly and swiftly, shovel after shovel, and a considerable pit soon appeared in front of her.

I don't know how long it took to dig until the top of the shovel was obviously hindered, and it felt hard to the touch.

She leaned down, stretched out her hand tentatively, and felt the solid wood feel similar to a coffin.

"Yes, it's Mary Shaw's coffin."

She immediately cheered up, speeded up, cleaned the surrounding dirt and gravel, and dug out the outline of the entire coffin.

Strangely, the volume of this coffin was much smaller than she thought.

It stands to reason that this kind of coffin simply cannot lie down the corpse of an ordinary adult.

She was about to step forward to find out, but Qiao Yunzheng was one step ahead of her. He opened the lid of the coffin for her, shielded her behind her with one hand, and looked inside the coffin with twelve minutes of vigilance.

...But nothing happened in the coffin.

Not even Mary Shaw's body.

There is only one half-human puppet in the coffin, which looks very similar to Billy's method of making puppets, except that the gender is female.

The puppet was wearing an evening dress with her hair crossed. Those eyes still occupied half of her face. They were black and white, staring like copper bells. Its mouth grinned weirdly to the sides, and there were two clear lines on its chin, as if it was staring at someone and laughing wildly.

This picture, illuminated by the moonlight above the head, became more and more treacherous and intimidating.

The puppet folded his hands on his chest, and held a fist-sized wooden box in his palm. The shape is a bit like the golden treasure box that is everywhere in some inferior web games.

Qiao Yunzheng and Fu Lanyu kept a safe distance from the coffin, and he took the shovel in her hand

, Shoveled on the wooden box.

When I said it was too late, I saw the puppet’s mouth widened as if being manipulated by a mechanism, and a cold light flashed in an instant, a sharp blood-red poison needle ejected, and it flew forward for nearly ten meters before landing. .

It is conceivable that if I had just bent over to pick it up, I am afraid that it would have been killed on the spot at this moment.

After this, the box also rolled down to the side of the coffin.

Qiao Yunzheng stood on the side of the coffin, took out the box, and carefully looked at it in his hand.

"It's a cipher box."

It's still a four-digit password.

Fu Lanyu thought: "So far, have we encountered any clues with numbers?"

Before Qiao Yunzheng had time to answer, he suddenly felt strange movement behind him. He immediately pulled her aside and turned to look.

In the moonlight, a burly and strong man was slowly standing up from a creeping posture.

He was exposed on his arm outside the short-sleeved T-shirt, with fancy beast tattoos, and he was holding a boning knife in his hand. He was a muscular man who was one of the players.

"Thanks to my careful attention, I went out early, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find such a mission location." He stroked a handful of short hedgehog-like hair and smiled unkindly. "You two little rascals are pretty smart. , OK, it is also considered to have played the most value in the game."

Looking at this posture, it was obvious that he was following all the way, preparing to kill.

Fu Lanyu calmly dealt with him: "Sir, there are only seven players in total this time, and three people can live. What are you eager for? Originally, our cooperation could achieve the same effect."

The muscular man dismissed: "Cooperate? You two are dying of a sick child, and a yellow-haired girl with a thin neck and thin legs. You should be sacrificial cannon fodder wherever you go. What about cooperating? Why don't you let me have a good time, so as not to continue suffering. ."

"I didn't expect this to be a platinum game, and it's also rare to meet a guy like you who is so self-sufficient."

"Because I don't need to engage in that hypocritical set, I said whoever wants to die tonight, whoever can't see the sun tomorrow."

The muscular man glanced at the box in Qiao Yunzheng's hand, sneered contemptuously, and walked towards the two of them with strides.

Logically speaking, Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng at this moment are not dominant in strength.

But neither of them had the thought of running away.

Their thoughts are actually the same as those of muscular men.

At least one person will be killed tonight, and Henry will be murdered with the corpse in exchange for clues.

Don't hesitate, hesitate means defeat.

Fu Lanyu reaches out

In the midfielder, he also grasped his own viscerating knife in his palm.

Almost at the same moment, the muscular man leaped forward, murderously throwing his knife down, and stabbing her.

Qiao Yunzheng decisively stepped forward to block her, and raised his hand to stop the knife for her. His eyes were cold, his palm turned into a fist, he bent his **** joint, and hit the center of the opponent's throat accurately and sharply.

This trick was accurate and ruthless. The unexpected pain caused the muscular man to suffocate for a moment, but it also completely aroused the muscular man's anger.

The two men fought together instantly.

I have to admit that the muscular man is indeed a trainer, both in terms of strength and skills, he is very professional, no wonder he has crazy capital.

What's more, Qiao Yunzheng's old injuries are still unhealed, and his strength is at most only one-fifth of his normal state, and his support soon fell short.

The muscular man found the right time and hit the elbow with a very tricky angle, hitting Qiao Yunzheng's chest injury.

Qiao Yunzheng leaned back, hit the stone monument behind him, and vomited a mouthful of blood with his head down suddenly.

The muscular man was about to make another cut. Unexpectedly, Fu Lanyu appeared from behind. Hearing the sound of the wind, he quickly twisted and fought back fiercely.

Fu Lanyu waved a knife to block, but his height was inferior. Without three strokes, he scratched his arm and kicked him on the calf bone.

Seeing that he was going to kill Qiao Yunzheng, she straightened up in spite of the pain, strangled his neck, pushed her knees, and knocked him down.

When the two fell to the ground, she threw the knife in her hand at Qiao Yunzheng.

The muscular man yelled: "...Little bitch, is it so **** crooked?!"

No matter how great Fu Lanyu is, she can't compete with such a big man, but she knows that success or failure lies in this move, and she has to do her best anyway.

She crossed her legs, locked the muscular man's waist and arms, one hand against the back of his neck, and the other hand desperately broke his head back.

Her potential is far more explosive than it seems on the surface.

Overwhelmed soft noises came from the ear joints, and the muscular man struggled several times to no avail, and his malice reached its peak.

He gritted his teeth, opened a few centimeters of space between her legs with his left hand, and pierced her knee with a narrow eviscer in his palm.

The tip of the knife was blocked by the bone and did not penetrate too deeply, but blood still poured out, dyeing Fu Lanyu's light-colored jeans red.

Fu Lanyu was in a cold sweat with pain, and his strength was unconsciously loosened. The muscular man had a chance and immediately turned over to take the lead, pinched her neck with one hand, and raised the knife with the other hand again, stabling. .

...... As a result, Qiao Yunzheng, who arrived in time, was a little faster than him.

The blade was sharp and immediately pierced into the flesh and blood. It was a pity that the muscular man was quick to react, and he was able to avoid the back of the heart. However, because Qiao Yunzheng was cruel enough, he still made a blood mark that was deeply visible on the bone.

Blood can most inspire a person's bestiality, no matter when.

The muscular man slammed Qiao Yunzheng's abdomen with a straight fist, and then rushed over frantically. The tip of the knife was only half an inch away from Qiao Yunzheng's throat, and it was still slowly moving closer.

His eyes were blood-red and his expression was grim, like an angry jackal, his teeth clenched and rattled.

"You have to... die to Lao Tzu!!"

With a sharp pain in his chest, Qiao Yunzheng's blue veins appeared on his forehead, and it was obvious that he had reached the critical point of losing his strength.

At the end of the day, Fu Lanyu dragged his injured leg and bullied him closer, and his hands jammed the muscular man's neck again.

The cold sweat soaked the broken hair on her forehead, her lips lost their blood, but the beautiful eyes were darker in color, faintly revealing a gloomy chill.

She has a small habit. Before each crossing, she will sharpen her nails to prepare for emergencies.

It comes in handy at the moment.

She gave a clear drink, her fingers suddenly energized, and her sharp nails instantly penetrated into the flesh on the side of the opponent's neck, and then continued to scratch down until the blood flowed out of the neck gurgling, which instantly soaked the opponent's short-sleeved T-shirt.

The muscular man roared and wanted to break free of her, but Qiao Yunzheng firmly clamped the hand holding the knife again, and fell into a stalemate for a while.

The next second, Fu Lanyu slammed the wound on his back. Seeing him instinctively bend down in pain, she took the opportunity to stretch out her hand and picked up the boning knife that fell to the ground.

The hilt of the knife swung around in her palm, the blade was facing inward, and her silver teeth bit inwardly, pressing against his throat in an instant, cutting his trachea sharply.

The moment the blood splattered, she didn't stop, and another knife was pierced into his heart.

She squeezed his neck and pushed the tip of the knife deep until it reached the handle.

"Go well."