Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Sitting on the bed, Fu Lanyu watched the whole process of Mrs. Ghost dismembering the body of the man in green through the gap of the soft curtain.

This kind of live broadcast is definitely more exciting than any horror movie.

She held her breath and did not dare to move, for fear of disturbing the ghost's working hours.

Mrs. Ghost's red hijab fell steadily from beginning to end, blocking her face so tightly that she couldn't see her appearance at all.

She finally finished cutting the body, leaving only fragments of corpses all over the floor.

Holding the knife, she leaned over and picked up the cut off head of the man in green, and walked out gracefully.

At the moment when the door was opened, she seemed to turn her head and cast a glance toward Xi's bed, but Fu Lanyu couldn't detect her gaze through the hijab.

She gave a low laugh, turned and left.

The flickering light and shadow of the candles reflected the mess on the ground.

The strong smell of blood that filled the room made Fu Lanyu, who had five keen senses, very uncomfortable.

She waited for a long time until she was sure that Mrs. Ghost would not return, and then got out of bed and walked to the door.

She pushed and found that the door had been locked, she could only stay in the room and could not get out.

She glanced back, looking at the pile of disgusting people's corpses.

To be honest, I have been traveling for so long and I have seen a lot of pictures, but I have to do a corpse jigsaw puzzle by myself. This experience is really new.

I don't know what the result of Qiao Yunzheng's draw was and what happened to him.

Fu Lanyu sighed, tentatively approached and carefully identified.

On the skin of one of the broken corpses, there seemed to be half-marks written by a brush. She raised her hand and wiped it, and found that the marks could not be wiped off.

In other words, you can fight with confidence and don't be afraid of being scratched.

She looked around and finally found the red hijab she had used before from the bed, so she folded it and covered her face as a veil to cover her mouth and nose.

It is worth mentioning that during this period, she also took a careful look at the forgotten hi-scale tied with a big red flower in the corner.

She held the hi-scale in her hand and looked at it for a moment, then suddenly with both hands, she unscrewed the scale rod from the middle.

There was a hollow in the middle of the weighing pole, and only two "clams" were heard in succession. Two small metal objects fell on her feet.

The metal object was only the size of a thumb nail, square, with four corners protruding, and it seemed to fit somewhere.

However, it is not known exactly where it will be embedded.

In short, it is a useful prop.

She took her into her arms and did a few more seconds of psychological construction, and finally began to reorganize the body in a low pressure.

Since the corpse had only written words on the upper body, she decisively kicked the two thighs to one side.

Slimy internal organs were scattered all over the floor, and the corpses cut by a serrated blade had jagged edges, covered with broken bones and mottled blood.

This ghost lady was a butcher in 80% of her life.

The veil couldn't hide the pungent stench. She frowned, enduring the extremely sticky feel, and moved the corpses back one by one.

She spelled out the arms and chest first, and the lower part of the chest was quite bad. She spelled it for a long time until she could barely recognize the two lines of small characters written by Mrs. Ghost in the cracks.

...Yes, in a short period of time, Mrs. Ghost actually wrote two lines, which is really enough.

Fu Lanyu took off the red hijab covering his face and used it as a rag. He picked up the teapot on the table and poured some water, and wiped the solidified blood on the corpse's belly.

She finally saw the whole picture thoroughly.

——The wind is going and coming again, the geese are walking diagonally in front of the peak.

It looks like an anagram, but I can't figure it out for the time being.

The player is killed, the ghost meets, and the answer is there.

The tasks for tonight should have been completed.

The only anxious thing is that this room can't get out and there is no place to wash hands.

Fu Lanyu reluctantly wiped his hands with the red hijab soaked in water, and then awkwardly propped up both hands and searched the room again in detail.

This is obviously the house of a large family in ancient times, and the furnishings in the house are also antique. On the pear wood dressing table, there is also a bronze mirror and a girl’s rouge gouache.

Those rouge gouaches were nothing special, and there was nothing else on the dressing table. She also picked up the various porcelain crafts on the shelf and looked at them one by one. There was no clue, and there was no mechanism that could be turned on.

This room is just an ordinary morgue (...)

She turned around, took off her shoes and put on the bed, put down the soft curtain again, and prepared to sleep first, and then make plans tomorrow morning.

As a platinum game player, can I live without any psychological qualities?

This night is destined to be a night with a nightmare.

In the early morning of the next day, Fu Lanyu woke up very early and had an abnormal stomach after waking up because he had always dreamed of the corpse being stewed in the pot and the white blossoms with blood foaming.

She didn't want to eat for the first time this morning, after all, she had tossed enough last night.

She lifted the soft curtain and looked under the bed, and found that the headless body of the man in green who had been lying there before was gone, and the ground was clean and there was no trace of blood.

It was as if the scene of the broken body last night was completely hallucinated.

However, the system often automatically cleans up corpses. This is normal, so it shouldn’t be too surprising.

She sniffed her hand and couldn't help showing disgust, and quickly put on her shoes and walked towards the door.

Sure enough, the room was locked last night and can be opened this morning.

She opened the door and went out of the house. She stood on the long corridor and searched around. Finally, she turned a corner and went to the well in the backyard to fetch water and wash her hands and face.

...Coincidentally, she met Qiao Yunzheng who was also washing her hands by the well.

Confirm safety.

Qiao Yunzheng raised his eyes when he heard the sound, his eyes facing each other, he curled his eyebrows and smiled, as if he was relieved.

"Are you ok?"

After speaking, he turned his eyes slightly and saw the blood stains on Fu Lanyu's hands. He suddenly smiled and became serious and worried.

"You also……"

"Yes, I also failed the draw." Fu Lanyu sighed, "Fortunate people like the two of us, you shouldn't have a fluke mentality."

"Are you injured?"

"No injury, it's just a little effort when fighting the corpse."

Qiao Yunzheng fully understood what she meant, and he nodded helplessly, "I have been fighting for a long time, and there is no place to wash my hands in the house."

"Did you see the words on the corpse?"

"I saw it,'The wind is coming again, the geese are walking diagonally in front of the peak', but I haven't figured out what the mystery is yet."

"It's okay, we can solve it slowly."

It seems that the initial process of this game is to match male and female players into the bridal chamber; then draw happy lottery, draw the same ones to live together, draw the different ones, you will have to die; then Mrs. Ghost enters the house and smashes the corpses together. You can get a complete clue later.

Players who lived together avoided killing each other, but there was no clue.

This is probably the truth for seeking wealth and wealth and insurance.

"Fortunately, the system didn't arrange the two of us in the same room." Fu Lanyu thought for a while, and suddenly he felt cold for no reason. "If the lucky draws we draw are different..."

How could she and him succeed in dealing with each other?

"From this level, our luck is not bad, right?" Qiao Yunzheng handed her a bucket of water and said in a low voice, "Guess this time, a player who is just as unlucky as us. how many?"

As a result, Fu Lanyu hadn't answered yet, he heard footsteps resounding not far away, and then a girl with her **** and bangs came over.

There was a bruise on the corner of the girl's mouth, a wound on the side of her neck, her sleeves were rolled, and her slender, white hands were also covered with unclean blood.

Confirmed the look in the eyes, but also the one who failed the draw.

I have to admit that the female players in the Platinum Games really have two brushes. When they are not physically dominant, they are certainly not ordinary people who can kill the male players in the room.

Unexpectedly, when the girl saw the two washing hands by the well, her first reaction was to stare wide-eyed, her expression extremely alert and panic.

"Everyone went to the front yard to have breakfast. Are you two... are you in the same room?"

The players in the same room don't kill, don't have to fight corpses, and naturally there is no need to wash their hands here. Fu Lanyu glanced at the bucket in front of him, and felt that this question was meaningless, and it was meaningless to lie.

"no."

The girl’s expression turned into disbelief for an instant, "Does the man who is in the same room with you wear green clothes?!"

Fu Lanyu's hand-washing action paused, and she knew immediately.

It turns out that this girl is Lan Lan, the girlfriend of the man in green.

She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes," without denying it.

Lan Lan collapsed on the spot, staggered and jumped over, as if to fight her desperately.

"You killed him? Do you dare to kill him? I killed you!"

The bucket was kicked over, and the blood-stained well water flowed all over the floor. Fu Lanyu avoided Lan Lan's attack sideways and grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

"Miss Lan Lan, please calm down. It's the Platinum Game. Don't you understand the rules of the game?"

Lan Lan was furious, and yelled at her with tears in her eyes, "You killed my boyfriend, and you still have to tell me the rules? If I kill you, you also obey the rules of the game. You go to die! You go to die!"

Qiao Yunzheng became impatient while watching, and immediately took Lan Lan by the collar, and ignoring her struggle, forcibly tore her away from Fu Lanyu.

Lan Lan realized his relationship with Fu Lanyu and resented "You two are in the same group? How can you survive at the same time? You will die sooner or later! You have to die for me!"

She frantically tried to attack Qiao Yunzheng, she was still very strong in punching and kicking, and she was desperate.

Seeing that Fu Lanyu couldn't persuade her, he simply hit a bucket of well water, signaled Qiao Yunzheng to let go, and then raised his hand to splash her body.

The cold water in the well poured Lanlan into the heart in an instant.

"Miss Lan Lan, what are the conditions for you to live now? Isn't it the male player who shared the room with you last night, in exchange for his life?"

"..."

Fu Lanyu said, "I was very wrong to kill your boyfriend. Then you killed the male player in the same room last night. It was only natural? You think I deserve to die, so please commit suicide first and pay homage to the male player's innocence. Injustice, this is fair."

"..."

Lan Lan was drenched and trembling with anger in the morning breeze. She couldn't say a word, but Fu Lanyu's eyes looked like she was about to slash the opponent.

She gritted her teeth and whispered viciously for a long time.

"Bitch, wait, I will kill you..."

Fu Lanyu ignored her, turned around to wash her hands, and left the well with Qiao Yunzheng to the front yard.

In the game, hatred is the most common thing, and compassion is the most useless thing.

This point has been reached, no matter who it is, there should be faith in life, and the consciousness of death.