Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1516 True Soul Torture

Before Poe sneaked back to the downhill hall, he lay down on the ground like a gecko, and looked down for a long time without moving.After he was sure that the tall woman had really left, he dared to let out a sigh of relief. Even though the protective text under his coat was always there, he still felt that he would be at ease only after she left.

The woman not only took away the humanoid objects, but also Zhouxian.Looking down from where he was at this time, even though he could only see half of the hall, the place where Zhou Xian passed out after being pinched by the woman was just within his field of vision.He pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, but there was still no sound in the other half of the covered hall—it was gone, it must be gone, finally gone... He|damn, he stepped on shit.

Edgar Allan Poe slowly climbed down the gentle slope, looking at the bare gray concrete land around him, he really wanted to scold someone.In such a large valley, he had to design and adjust everywhere and find suitable words in order to finally present such a scene in the style of Edgar Allan Poe; now everything has to be done a little bit, and the house is cut down by the strong wind. Cover up, what's the difference?
It would be easier for him to abandon the visual presentation of Edgar Allan Poe's novel, which he had not actually read anyway.He has only read the first two pages of "The Fall of the House of Usher", one of which is an illustration of the House of Usher; but he knows that Edgar Allan Poe's style is higher than that of Stephen King - unfortunately he has not read Dante's "Divine Comedy" illustration, otherwise he would definitely come to one of that.

While going downhill, he was in a daze, until he walked into the hall, and was about to return to the door of his room, when he was suddenly taken aback. It turned out that the woman named Lin didn't take the dead body away--it's true, who wants to move a body? dead body?
The body of the young girl still remained the same as when she just died, lying at the door of the room; she looked sideways at Edgar Allan Poe's direction, her eyes were wide open, and there seemed to be a bit of anticipation and excitement, to be forever Frozen in the black pupil.

Poe stayed far away, turned around twice, finally stamped his feet, strode up, grabbed the trousers of the female corpse with a few fingertips, and pulled her away from the door; he didn't know Where should I throw the corpse, so I pulled it out more than ten meters away and threw it in the middle of the hall.It's not that no one cares about this place. If a dead body is thrown out, it will be taken away soon... right?Having said that, the operation maintains the power of this new game release space, what is the origin, is it a person...

Poe wiped his hands on his trousers which had just touched the trousers of the dead body, then he opened the door wide and checked the inside with his eyes.After he put away the mountains and other words, it was restored to a large empty room. Although it was large, the four walls could be seen at a glance.He saw that there was nothing unusual, and was about to step up and walk into the house when he suddenly heard a low rustling sound behind him.

It sounds like the sound of cloth rubbing against the ground.

Poe slowly turned his head away, but there was no one in this empty hall except him and the female corpse.His eyes fell on the female corpse, meeting her eyes.For a moment, he couldn't remember which direction the female corpse was facing when he dragged her over and threw her down just now.

As soon as he stepped into the doorway, the rustling sound of cloth behind him followed him gently like a long snake in the grass.Edgar Allan Poe's scalp exploded, and he hurriedly turned around again—just in time to see the female corpse propped on the ground with her hands, her neck limp, her unsupported head tilted, as if she wanted to get up.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Her chin was pointing straight at the ceiling, her lips didn't even part, but her voice slowly leaked out of her throat.

A scream that he couldn't understand himself suddenly sounded from Edgar Allan Poe's mouth.

He dodged and rushed into the room, and when he was about to close the door with his backhand, he found that he couldn't pull it no matter how hard he pulled.He stood up with fine hairs, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the gap between the palm-length door.From the crack of the door, a white human face with corpse spots already faintly rising, like a pale full moon gradually rising to the horizon, came into his field of vision.

The female corpse's hand was still outside the door where he could not see, and it should be holding the doorknob tightly.

"Why?" she asked again.

She tilted her head, her eyeballs seemed to fall into the corners of her eyes, and a large bloodshot on the other side turned deeply.When she made the sound, her lips, throat, and chest didn't move at all. Looking down, her feet were leaning to the outside in a tingling posture, and she fell to the ground .

...No one can live like this.

Poe found himself sitting down without knowing when. "No, it's not my fault." He covered his coat with one hand, and kept reminding himself that he had written protection, saying, "It's because you didn't read the rules carefully..."

The female corpse slowly pushed a shoulder through the crack of the door, as if it was turning sideways to squeeze in.

"I was going to remind you!" Poe hurriedly shouted, "it was Master Zhang...Master Zhang encouraged you to continue, do you remember? I was about to explain to you...but, Master Zhang The longest time here, I heard that the deadline is almost up, he must most hope to stay for a while..."

The female corpse stopped moving.She seemed to want to turn her head straight, but with a slight movement, her head tilted to the other side like a seesaw.Edgar Allan Poe shuddered, almost biting his tongue, and asked: "You, you are not dead, right? Is it... Ah, I see, is there any protection for game creators here? It's something we don't know yet... So, you died and came back to life?"

"It's due." The female corpse's eyes didn't look at him, but seemed to be only staring at his two feet, and her voice was vague: "When is the deadline?"

Not only does it look like a zombie, it seems that even the brain and thinking are damaged with one death.Although Edgar Allan Poe believed that the other party was not dead now, and he had some confidence in his heart, he had to muster up the courage to answer: "Yes, you are new here, and you may not know a lot of things. The new game conference is full of people. Under the circumstances, each of our creators can only stay here for ten months at most...Only when there are fewer people, can the time limit for creating games here be extended...until new members are accepted Send it in, until the group is full of nine people again. So, so, there are those crazy people who want to keep the gap forever, so I can stay for a few more days..."

　I was too sleepy, I couldn't take it anymore, I went to bed... By the way, I don't mention the title of the book when I read it, it's not because I like to make jokes, it's because the book can't be bought anyway, and it's useless to talk about it.The one who escaped from North Korea seems to have not been published in China, and some commentators are right, it is the river of the dark night.The possibility of buying the history book last time is basically infinitely close to 0. What is the point of saying it, do you think so?

　
(End of this chapter)