Doomsday Wonderland

If the baby next door continues to cry, she will be crazy.

Is it milk without it? Would you not change it for diapers? The baby has been crying, and parents are not ashamed, don't worry about disturbing neighbors?

I really want to take a pillow and hold the baby's face. She turned over and over in bed for a while, and her sleepiness was burned cleanly by anger. The game venue was a dilapidated, cheap apartment that didn't even sleep well.

The door of the other neighbor opened, and a roar rang through the corridor. "Put it with a pacifier, noisy people!"

That's right, Yan Huang thought. Her husband passed by the door of the bedroom and went to the other side. She hurriedly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She couldn't sleep now, and the cry of the baby stopped.

According to the role description, her husband, Blackpeng, recently took a long vacation to the hospital and stayed at home every day. It was just because he was tired and wanted to take a break. When she saw this, she still thought that she had entered social work. How could there be such a wayward person?

When she saw her goal, she understood it.

The goal of customs clearance is simple and simple. She has to “successfully live for 30 days” – why is it possible for her to live for 30 days? Most of the murders in the world, the first suspect is always the spouse of the deceased? Otherwise, there are still people in this building, what are the reasons for killing her? Moreover, my character's manual also said, "Between the husband and wife, the recent problems are heavy", they are so unpleasant, do not go to work to hide, but still have to stay with her 24 hours, but too Strange.

Her life pressure is not small, her short-term goal is to "convuse others to believe in themselves and help them to spend 30 days safely." When I think about it, the suspect is even more unique than her husband. The only candidate is him. Yan Huang needs to convince others.

"Wake up? Lunch is done," Blackhead probed in and whispered, "How is your appetite today?"

Yan Huang sneered in his heart. She slowly turned and said, "...I don't want to eat. You should put it in the microwave first. When I want to eat, I will be hot."

He looked at her up and down with his eyes. Maybe he pressed back and disappointed. He smiled and said, "Well, don't wait too long, you have to take medicine after dinner. Right, your medicine is almost finished, I am Let colleagues give me some in the afternoon."

She rushed the bottles of medicine into the toilet and the kitchen grinder one by one, twice a day, twice, but he didn't know.

Of course, this information is also written in the character manual.

The goal of the husband’s role must be to kill herself. She has little doubt about it. The question is, how is he going to do it and when to start. There are many eyes and ears in this building. Most of them are idle people who don’t have to go to work. The work and rest are very chaotic. If he rushes to start at home, it is difficult to find a suitable time to deal with the body afterwards.

Yan Huang sat motionless on the bed for half an hour and heard the door being knocked. Black Peng went to open the door and listened to the conversation, as if it was the fake psychic of the **** of the gods upstairs.

"Please ask a few of our neighbors to sit down and sit down?" In the mixed conversation, the black question of this question made her hear very clearly. "This... you may not know the situation of Xiaohuang..."

Again.

In her role introduction, she wrote very clearly: Recently, she noticed that her husband is spreading lies about her in the neighborhood, saying that she is not mentally good and needs to rest in a recuperation... Of course, there is no such thing as true. of. In fact, to say it, it is not to be summarized into a sentence, "If you say something, you can not believe."

Do you have any good intentions to keep her alone?

"Maybe proper social help will help..." The psychic media has not given up.

Yan Huang suddenly excited, and had an idea. She must first prove that she has no problem in spirit, in order to continue to prove that her husband is not guilty of her, so as to gain the trust and help of others. With the pressure of outside supervision, it will be much easier to live through 30 days - there is an opportunity for others to understand the situation, which is naturally better.

She opened the door and rushed into the living room, but she took the psychic a surprise - "Elizabeth, what do you want us to do?"

"Just sit down, have a cup of tea, chat." Elizabeth said to her, "At 3:30 this afternoon, there are other people coming."

It’s not Elizabeth, it’s a special time to pick up and not to take a meal. "Whoever wants to go?"

"The two college students, Guan teacher, Ai Bi..." said the psychic media, "Miss Chen and Grandma also came. The barbecue Hu I have never seen, no one should knock at the door."

Maybe you are drunk and die. Yan Huang pretended to think about it and said to her husband, "I will go there too. I don't want to be bored at home."

Black Peng looked at her and said nothing. If she had read the character manual and knew the plan in his back, I would be afraid of being cheated by this face. If she did not act, everyone would believe his lie.

"What time is it?" Yan Huang looked at the watch. "Hey, there is more than an hour. Otherwise, I will go with you first. I have always been interested in that crystal ball. I want to have a look." Hand..." She turned her head and said to her husband, "We will meet at her house at half past three."

As long as she can temporarily open her husband, it is a trivial matter to spread the words. However, Black Peng immediately shook his head and said, "Don't go out alone, wait for me."

Yan Huang felt that her face had jumped a few times. She was like a thief, and she didn't look away from her. She felt that if she was in bed for an hour, he could go back and forth ten times from the door.

"I just went upstairs. Is there anything I can't worry about?" She lowered her face and said, "Either you go with me now, don't let me wait for you."

Black Peng apologetically laughed at the psychic media, a helpless look. Yan Huang regretted it a bit, and White gave him a chance to express himself, making himself seem unreasonable to take trouble; but at least he was not good enough to follow hard. Black Peng nodded and said, "That... Elizabeth, Xiao Huang will ask you, if you have anything, you will call me."

When she followed Elizabeth out of the door, she listened back and pressed her ear on the door panel for a few seconds, feeling that Black Peng didn't seem to be in the living room; when she turned her head, she found that the psychic was staring at her with a strange look.

She measured it in her heart. Elizabeth is always in her thirties. It seems that there are no friends or relatives in this world. No one is missing.

"Have you had lunch?" Yan Huang asked deliberately. "I think of it, my family has a lot of food, do you want to eat?"

The role of Elizabeth has never shook his head for a free lunch: "That's too thank you, it's all this, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Well, you wait for me." Yan Huang slowly and silently opened a door slit and looked around four times. Black friends were not in the living room, and they didn't know what to do in the house; she immediately slid into the kitchen and poured all the lunch into a box, and quickly slipped out.

When the door was closed behind her, she immediately stuffed the box into Elizabeth's arms.

"Have you eaten?" asked the other.

"Eat after," Yan Huang didn't feel hungry, she had been feeling hungry for a while. "If you want, you can come to our house for lunch and dinner every day."

Elizabeth’s face was shining, as if she was afraid of her remorse, and she agreed. "No problem, great, breakfast is not included?"

It’s really welcome. However, Yan Huang knew that she would promise - this woman has any psychic ability, the strongest ability is probably only risotto; she just needs Elizabeth to do one thing, that is, to do what black people do for themselves every day. Eat it.

Elizabeth held the lunch box like a baby, and was about to go upstairs. She suddenly glanced at the barbecue Hu family.

"Don't look at it, that person may be drunk early," Yan said. "I won't go to tea."

The introduction of the role of barbecue Hu, the alcohol addiction, often no longer drunk into a mud at noon; the temper after drinking is still large, several times because the baby cries and other neighbors quarrel.

Elizabeth "hmm", I don't know if I heard it. "Let's go," she said, looking a little bit like a serious man.

On the second floor, Pingke of Apartment No. 6 is sitting outside playing a game of snoring. Elizabeth greeted him with a sigh. When he led Yan Huang to apartment No. 7, his mouth kept telling his psychic abilities and the inconvenience that these abilities brought her... Yan Huang heard In my heart, I rolled my eyes again and again. This purpose is too obvious. Who would really believe that she is a spiritual person?

Coming to the door of apartment number 7, Elizabeth put the lunch box under her arm and found the key in her other hand. Yan Huang stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window next to the doorway—every household had a similar structure, and the curtains of the family were pulled up. Elizabeth was no exception. He bored a few eyes and suddenly looked at him. The curtain was stopped.

... is this wrong?

At this time, the door lock was finally opened. Elizabeth asked her to enter the room and said, "Not only these, the ghost I have faced..."

Yan Huang turned a deaf ear to her snoring. As soon as she entered the door, she turned her head and stared at the floor-to-ceiling window next to the door.

Should that be said to Elizabeth?

If she said it, would she actually convuls her rumors of mental instability?

"What's wrong?" asked the psychic.

Yan Huang squinted her eyes and stared at her for a few seconds, and swept the house again. Elizabeth didn't seem to notice anything wrong at all.

"Do you live alone?" she asked for a sentence.

"Yes."

"Then you... didn't you see it?" Yan Huang pointed at the curtains and stuttered: "Just... just when you opened the door, there was a pair of bare feet standing under the curtains."