Real Game: I Exposed the Old Ones

Everyone's expressions changed a little now.

Zhu Zheng didn't hesitate and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

The SUV quickly passed over the red skirt and left her far behind.

Everyone looked back.

The red skirt stood quietly in its original position.

Her head twisted.

Watching everyone leave with cold eyes.

For some reason, everyone's hearts were filled with a layer of gloom.

The uneasy emotion is like an invisible hand, quietly holding the heart

There was silence in the SUV. No one spoke. They stared out the window quietly, alert to changes that might happen at any time.

However, after experiencing the red skirt episode, apart from being a little muddy, there were no unusual conditions on the road ahead.

But when the SUV exited the side road and turned onto an asphalt road, the scene in front of them confused everyone.

There are two choices of roads ahead.

One of them is a dirt road and the other is an asphalt road

How is this going?

No matter how slow Xiong Yi is, he has already discovered the problem.

They returned to the southern suburbs exit of the town for the second time.

Have you been walking in circles just now?

For some reason, a feeling of despair enveloped everyone.

Turn off the engine and brake.

Zhu Zheng slowly pulled over and stopped.

He sat quietly in the driver's seat and began to think about a solution.

Just now, Zhu Zheng vaguely sensed some kind of twisting force acting on the car, so he predicted that he was in trouble.

But at that time, he didn't know in what form trouble would come.

It's clear now.

Is it a ghost attacking the wall?

Or other similar means?

The problem is now in front of us.

cycle.

Under the interference of an inexplicable force, everyone lost their way, kept spinning in the same place, and met the red dress.

The specific method is unknown

Purpose unknown

The man behind the scenes is unknown

And what does the red dress that suddenly appears on this repetitive road mean?

Is it a trap or an opportunity?

Zhu Zheng found that facing such a dilemma, he had no clue.

Then we can only use the elimination method.

Zhu Zheng's eyes became a little deeper.

at this time.

Teammates also started discussions.

I feel like the red dress is iconic, and she's always waving to us, and we should stop when she appears and let the red dress get on the bus, or try to eliminate it.

But what if it was a trap, we would all die.

We can't go on like this. As time goes by, more powerful monsters in the fog will enter the town. By then, even if we get the core information in the research institute, the mission will fail.

time.

Everyone talked a lot, but no solution was given that satisfied everyone.

Zhu Zheng pressed the horn.

The harsh sound of the trumpet suppressed everyone's discussion.

Since no one has a clue, let's rule them out one by one.

exclude?

Um

Zhu Zheng started the SUV again.

This time he reversed and turned back to the road he had come from.

The scenery quickly recedes on both sides of the car window.

About ten minutes later, the familiar asphalt road appeared in front of them. The red dress stood on the edge of the middle of the road, waving to them.

It seems that no matter whether you are walking forward or backward, you will encounter a red dress.

It seems that the person behind this wants to keep us, not prevent us from leaving and touching the red dress.

good.

Everyone is ready for battle.

The car stops.

Several weapons were aimed at the red skirt.

However, the red skirt standing on the roadside just stood there and had no intention of getting in the car.

Zhu Zheng got out of the car.

A faint voice sounded in my ears.

Have you seen my head?

The red skirt turned her head and looked at Zhu Zheng seriously and expectantly, as if he could help her.

your head?

Yes, I lost my head. Can you help me find my head?

Zhu Zheng squinted his eyes and found a scar left by stitching on the neck of the red dress. From a distance, it looked like a ferocious centipede wrapped around his neck.

The head of the red dress seems to be sewn on.

Such a scene is really weird.

A man with a sutured head is asking passers-by about his head

Several teammates who got out of the car behind Zhu Zheng also noticed this situation.

Xia Yu shivered and tugged on Zhu Zheng's sleeves: Let's go back quickly. I always have a bad feeling.

Zhu Zheng waved his hand and continued to approach.

Little sister, I'm not a bad person. Can you tell me in detail? Maybe I can help you.

But the red skirt just kept repeating words like Have you seen my head? Can you help me find my head?

Come on, big brother will help you find the head.

Zhu Zheng kept a smile on his face and suddenly reached out to grab the red skirt.

But something shocking happened.

Under Zhu Zheng's grasp, the red skirt actually tore apart!

To die in the most miserable way.

Blood spurted out and splashed all over Zhu Zheng.

This scene stunned everyone.

Including Zhu Zheng.

what is this?

Is it porcelain?

He didn't use any force at all just now, and his hand didn't even touch the red skirt.

But the air flow brought by the palm actually blew the red dress into pieces.

This is too fragile.

Or maybe this is just a bad joke? Xiong Yigan said with a smile.

I don't know, let's keep going.

Zhu Zheng retracted his arm, pulled off the blood-stained clothes, and looked at him dimly.

The car started again.

After driving for about ten minutes, two roads appeared ahead again.

This time the SUV did not slow down and drove directly onto the asphalt road.

Soon, they saw the red dress again.

But this time it's not one, but two.

A woman in a red dress stood on the side of the road, waving to the passing cars and asking pitifully.

Can you help me find my head?

And the other red dress is lying on the ground.

Her body had been torn apart, and her head rolled into the grass face up. Her eyes were wide open and looking at the sky, with a feeling of death.

Are these red dresses mass-produced? If you kill one, there will still be another one?

Mr. Li, what do you think...

I'll get out of the car alone and have a chat with the lady in the red dress. You guys will wait for me in the car.

Zhu Zheng got out of the car and went straight to the red skirt.

Can you help me find my head?

Okay, actually, I just saw your head.

Really? Where is my head? Give her back to me, give her back to me!

The red skirt became crazy.

She ran towards Zhu Zheng.

But before she walked a few steps, the red skirt was like a broken porcelain doll, its body broken.

The head just rolled to Zhu Zheng's feet.

Her eyes were fixed on Zhu Zheng, her lips opened and closed, and she said the last words intermittently: Give me my head.