Endless Murder: Death Trial Thriller Reincarnation

The two children, Jim and Shirley, were playing in this second-floor corridor.

They dug out a tent from the warehouse and set it up in the rightmost corner of the corridor on the second floor.

In their hands is a toy clown on four wheels.

From the other side of the corridor, they began to twist the mainspring of the clown toy, twist it several times, and put it on the corridor floor.

"I win, Sister Shirley, it's your turn. If you also aim the direction and let this clown toy run into the tent in front, you can become a game master like me."

The two of them had a great time playing in this corridor.

Twenty minutes later, under Jim's stalking.

Mrs. Lane was also pulled up to play with them.

"Mom, mom, just play a game with us, just play a game! Look at our skills now. We are so far away. We can control this clown toy and let him run Go inside the little door in the front tent."

"Really? Come and try it, mom." Mrs. Lane stood in the corridor with her hands folded on her chest, looking at her daughter and son jokingly.

After the mainspring of Jim's clown toy was wound up, it was twisted several times.

He aimed in the right direction and dropped it on the ground.

The clown toy started to shake its arms and ran towards the tent at the end of the corridor.

As it ran forward, it was singing elegant songs.

"I love my house, this is my house! The house is so beautifully decorated, others don't want to come to my house."

"I love my house. My house is the most beautifully decorated. I don't welcome people in my house..."

I saw that clown toy started running all the way, and finally reached the front.

Finally aimed at the small door of the tent and got in.

"Hey, I won, I won, mom, do you think I'm good?"

Jim danced and clapped his hands.

"Awesome, I can be a racing driver when I grow up. I have such a good sense of direction. I can control the clown toy so well from such a long distance. It's great. I'll tell your father when I come back, and I will let you participate in it when you grow up." Automobile Club, let you study hard."

"Good, good, good!"

Jim was very happy.

Mrs. Lane clapped her hands and said to the two children:

"Mom has something else to do. I'm going to invite other friends to come to my house tomorrow and let them see the big house of the single-family villa we live in now. So mom has a lot of things to do now, and you two can play by yourself."

Mrs. Lane turned around and just took a few steps.

The sound of the clown toy singing just now sounded again.

"This is my house. I love my house..."

And when the singing sounded, the clown toy ran out from the dark tent in the distance again.

No one is in control!
No one is aiming in the direction!
No one twists the clockwork!
The clown toy just got out of the tent at the end of the corridor.

Then he kept running towards Jim.

this moment.Shirley and Jim stood in the corridor in shock.

They looked a little dazed.

at the same time.

Mrs. Lane also stopped for a moment.

She slowly turned her head to stare at the tent in the distance, feeling a chill down her spine.

What's happening here?
Why did this clown toy get into the tent and run out by itself?
The clown toy winds itself?
The key is that the direction is still aimed so well!
Could it be... Could there be someone in the tent?

this moment.

A very cold feeling crawled all over Mrs. Lane's body.

Her breathing began to gradually become a little heavy.

She turned around again and walked over.

"Does this toy have a self-regulating function?"

Mrs. Lane took a few steps, grabbed the clown toy and checked it.

I saw that the front of the clown toy was intact.

But when you see the back side.

Mrs Lane was taken aback too,

There are many knife marks on the back of this clown toy.

It was like someone had cut countless knives on it with a small knife, and there were knife marks everywhere.

"What's the matter?" Mrs. Lane checked and checked. This toy does not have the ability to self-intelligent adjustment.

It can only be controlled by the remote control and clockwork.

So, how did it wind itself up and turn its head in the opposite tent?

Mrs. Lane set her eyes on the lonely tent in the distance of the corridor.

A small door was opened on the tent, but because the corridor was already dark.

It was impossible to see what was inside the tent, it was pitch black.

Mrs Lane walked a few steps along the tent.

She was a little flustered.

"Who's in my house? Come out!"

"Who's hiding in the tent? Come out!"

"Are you a homeless man? If you don't come out again, I will call the police."

Mrs Lane took a stick from the edge of the corridor and walked towards the tent.

"I tell you, don't come out again. I will call the police. Who are you?"

Mrs. Lane was very scared, she picked up the long stick and continued to walk a few steps forward.

Then he patted the tent with a stick.

There was no movement inside.

"Is it a homeless person hiding in my house? Come out quickly! Otherwise, I will call the police"

"Bang bang bang..."

Mrs Lane tapped the tent twice again.

I saw that there was still no movement inside.

She was extremely puzzled.

Mrs. Lane turned her head away, held the stick in her right hand, and fumbled in her pocket with her left.

She wanted to find a mobile phone and call her husband quickly.

But she didn't have the phone with her, so she turned her head away.

"Go to the room and get Mom's mobile phone."

suddenly.

Mrs. Lane unexpectedly found her two children, Jim and Shirley, standing far away in the corridor.

There seemed to be something wrong with the expression on his face.

When she looked closely, she felt that there was a very stiff smile on the faces of Jim and Shirley.

This kind of smile seems like it shouldn't appear on children of this age.

Mrs. Lane shuddered in fear.

"What happened to you two?"

"It's fun, let's continue playing," Shirley said while looking into the tent.

"Shirley" Mrs. Lane shouted, "Mom still has something to do, you can play by yourself."

"Mom, I didn't talk to you"

Mrs Lane: ? ?

"Then tell me, who else is here?"

Jim and Shirley seemed to be relieved, and their expressions became normal again.

"What's the matter, Mom? Did we just say something?"

"Who were you talking to just now?"

"Just talk to you, Mom!"

Mrs Lane looked puzzled.

"Bring me my mobile phone. I'm going to call your father to see who is hiding in our tent. If it's a homeless man, he must be escorted to the police station."

Mrs. Lane got the mobile phone, and while pressing the phone, she yelled at the tent again.

"Let me tell you, I didn't lift the tent to save face for you. If you don't come out again, my husband and the police will come right away."

There was still no movement in the tent.

Mrs Lane was puzzled.

She holds the phone in her left hand and holds out the stick in her right hand.

Angrily, he slapped several times in the tent.

There is no movement at all!
The four corners of the tent seemed to be nailed. Mrs. Lane wanted to open the tent, but there was nothing she could do.