Doomsday Wonderland

When Elizabeth found out that she had recently deceived herself, she was getting more and more comfortable.

After agreeing with Pingke's conditions and sneaking twice with Pingke, the next plan gradually formed in her heart. To make everyone believe in her, it is difficult and difficult to say, simple and simple - she needs to discover as many hidden facts as others do not know.

To put it another way, rather than saying that she is a goddess, it is better to say that she is more like a detective.

The good news is that Miss Chen has disappeared from her home. I don't know where I went. I finally let Elizabeth live like a normal person. At the beginning, she thought that "Miss Chen" was prepared to scare her, and waited for two days, but never saw the shadow of that thing.

As the toy disappeared, she had to hurry to complete the game.

"...there is something that you are striving for, but it is always hidden in the fog, so that you can't find it."

This is not the first time she talked about this set of words; now when Elizabeth is swearing, even Miss Chen reveals a shaken color with amazement and suspiciousness - it is no longer the same as the original I am too lazy to listen and sneer at it.

Of course, Miss Chen will definitely not find it. After all, what she wants is in the hands of Pink, and I don’t know where the child is hiding.

Strangely enough, Miss Chen had once again given a dose of medicine to Pinke’s grandmother. I didn’t know how to stop it anymore; perhaps because she couldn’t hold her anxieties, it was said that every time she was a guest, she looked around and started at someone else’s home. The traces of moving feet are also becoming more and more obvious.

"The reason why you need this thing has an inseparable relationship with your past." This is of course nonsense. Of course, Miss Chen’s identity information for Grandma’s grandmother is of course a reason. This reason cannot happen in the future. Miss Elizabeth and Miss Chen are standing in the hallway, not talking, so I smiled and said: "I can divination for you according to your past, leading you to the side of the thing, but if you are always stubborn... ..."

She didn't finish her words, but she shook her head in disappointment and then stepped away. As she walked, she felt that Miss Chen's eyes were still lingering on her back. Elizabeth put the first tick on the list of to-do items in her head - for Miss Chen’s today’s flickering, it’s done.

"I... I am afraid of going on like this, I will be killed by him first... I can't drag it, I can't drag it..."

In her second apartment, Yan Huang was holding her knees and sitting on the bed against the wall, muttering in confusion. Her two eyes were white and round, almost unfocused, and seemed to fall out when she was facing the front; Elizabeth even thought that she might have forgotten that she had a self.

"What do you want to do?" she asked, tempting. "Now the neighbors in the building feel that you are recovering."

"Not enough!" Yan Huang slammed his head and his cheekbones slammed. "He can't treat me as a mental illness, so I should start thinking about other ways - I, I must not let him succeed. I have to let him first... let him first..."

It’s okay to start with it. If Yan Huang really broke out, telling people that she had been pretending to be, Elizabeth would lose at least the "believers" of black friends; she said that she had exhausted all the occult vocabulary she could think of, and it was finally stable. Lived in Yanhuang.

"You listen to me because I can see the fate of the arrangement." She vowed to say, "Have you taken care of the baby recently?"

She wants to show her recovery and she must start to care for her children. Just to let the baby enter Yan Yan's vision, Elizabeth has spent a lot of effort - she had to compile a confession between a black friend and a woman outside, and she was finally considered to be a black and wicked Yan. Huang listened to her ears.

Yan Huang stiffened his neck and nodded a little.

How many days are there from the end of the game? Elizabeth wiped a sweat and thought secretly in her heart. Only twelve days left? Just drag her for twelve days and the goal is complete.

As long as Yan Huang can continue to maintain the normal illusion, the trust of black friends will be saved. She recently visited Black Peng and Yan Huang every day. Besides relying on them to solve lunch, they can also maintain their trust in themselves. For Elizabeth, this is the daily work of daily life.

For the few remaining neighbors, she knows too little information.

Elizabeth walked down the hallway to the door of Apartment No. 1, and looked at the cat's sunflower at the door, and poured the water from the bottle in her hand. She likes this pot of cattails, and she is worried that the drunken owner of Apartment No. 1 will take care of it, so she will pour some water from time to time. Besides, she can still listen to the movement in No. 1 apartment by watering. Although she hasn't got any useful clues so far.

"If you can tell me what's going on inside," Elizabeth sighed and said to herself, "I heard that he and Aibi were very noisy, they all started..."

The cat was placed in the breeze a few times, and I don’t know if it really has something to say.

Elizabeth touched the top leaves of the cat's sunflower, and when she was about to turn around, she suddenly turned her eyes and stopped. She recently swayed the door of apartment No. 1 many times, and the first time I heard the sound of the barbecue, except for the snoring sound - she pretended to observe the growth of the cat's sunflower, crouched down and raised her ears.

She imagined that she might hear a variety of things, but she never thought about it, and she would hear this from Apartment 1.

... belongs to the vague voice of the barbecue, is singing a lullaby.

The only baby in this building is Yan Yan and Black Peng, she just saw it; barbecue Hu has no children, what lullaby? And he sang and sang, and his voice was cut off by the whine, and gradually became a low-lying cry.

Is this person mentally or mentally ill?

Elizabeth was full of doubts and tried to move gently to leave the door of Apartment 1. The two female college students seem to be the most normal people in the building. She really can't find a breakthrough point. She also thinks that they don't seem to hide something secret. After thinking for a while, she decided to go from the second floor of Mr. Guan. Start.

He has a crush on Jessica. It is something that everyone in the whole building knows. I wonder if she can take advantage of this?

For this question, Elizabeth quickly got the answer.

“Sorry,” Mr. Guan said with a sullen look. “I am not interested in the divination and wishing.”

Not waiting for her to think about what to say to retain his attention, Mr. Guan has slammed the door.

It is another hard bone.

Elizabeth sighed and felt that she had to discuss with Pinker, and dragged her footsteps to the last one in the building. The apartment No. 8 next door was the place where Aibi lived.

"Ai Bi?"

After four or five ringing bells, no one came to the door; she knocked at the door and cried, "Are you at home? I am Elizabeth."

Apartment 8 is still a silence.

She obviously couldn't be away from home... Elizabeth looked down in the window and looked at it for a while, and she couldn't see why it was black, and knocked on the door again, no one answered. She looked around and saw that the neighbors in the building seemed to be at home, and reached out and quietly held the doorknob.

The door is not locked.

Elizabeth pushed the door open and slowly walked into the cool blackness behind the door. The air in the house is stagnation, heavy, mixed with a distinctive pungent smell.

Even before turning on the lights, she already knew what was waiting for her in the house.

She gently pressed the light in the living room.

In the smashing of the cup, the tables and chairs collapsed, and the room was full, Ai Bi’s twisted body was presented in the center like a work of art. She was covered in wounds, as if she had been covered with a violent wind and rain. The most eye-catching thing was that her legs were divided and opened on the edge of the overturned sofa. Already dried up.

Elizabeth screamed.