The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

The bloody smell came out.

The fingertips were carefully licked by the bright red tongue, spreading the erotic atmosphere...

Jiang Yilin's fingers moved slightly.

The moment he frowned, the rose fell to the ground.

Everything dissipated in an instant, together with the young man's slightly protruding tongue.

——Another memory recall...began.

[Ding——Ding——]

[The second important plot line, backtracking reminder——]

The sound of the system rang.

The dark clouds are rolling, and the thunder is faint, suppressing the sky with a dull taste.

At this moment, he was still standing in his original position.

Jiang Yilin hesitated for a moment, blinked slightly, and stretched out his hand to touch his chest—the time went back not long ago, and the current body seemed to be in the state of approaching adulthood.

For some reason, at this point in time, he was standing alone in the manor.

It seems to be the end of summer now, and the large tracts of roses have bloomed to the point of decay, leaving only scattered petals curled up in the mud.

In the air, the thunder became louder and louder. At first, it was just a few drops of water, and then, Jiang Yilin's eyes were covered with mist.

He brushed back his wet forehead casually.

Jiang Yilin's gaze moved down slightly.

He saw a small shovel.

The black-haired young man paused, and half-kneeled on the ground on one knee. He hung his knee slightly in the air without touching the muddy ground.

Jiang Yilin stretched out his finger, and lightly touched the edge of the mud crevice under the shovel.

——Although it has been carefully smoothed out, traces of being turned over can still be seen.

"Look at these traces... It seems that I was here before, dug a hole, and buried something?"

The rain is getting heavier.

The black-haired young man pursed his lips, pulled out the knife and shovel next to him, and turned the muddy ground again.

What he found...was a dead cat.

The cat's death was very grim, its neck was twisted by someone, and its eyes seemed to be gouged out by something.

In an instant, countless thoughts turned in Jiang Yilin's mind.

——The scene backtracking of this scene... What do you want yourself to know?

"The wounds on this cat don't seem to have been done with random violence... It seems that someone has meticulously abused them with special tools."

At this moment, Jiang Yilin narrowed his eyes slightly.

He reached out and rubbed under the cat's belly, and found a small tag.

On the hanging tag, it seems to be the cat's name and a connected symbol. Below that symbol is...

"--is my name?"

"That is to say, this is my cat?"

For some reason, a feeling of soreness spread slightly from the bottom of my heart.

It's as if...he once had an extremely tender time with this cat.

Jiang Yilin stretched out his knuckle-boned hand, not caring that the mud on the ground would stain his fair fingers.

He gently hugged the cat's body.

--So what happened?

Jiang Yilin frowned slightly. He was originally born in a very good shape. When he made this movement, it only made people want to smooth the slight frown between his brows.

This cat is a variegated milk cat. The black-haired youth can tell from its fragile bones through the blood-stained hair... It seems that it has not been three months old.

He had an intuition that the cat's murder... must have something to do with the people around him.

Jiang Yilin paused for a moment, then sighed lightly at last, and buried the milk cat's body in it.

And at this time...

An extremely tall and thin figure suddenly appeared, standing straight behind Jiang Yilin.

A slender ghost in a suit, like the shadow of a young man, guarded him behind him.

The lanky ghost looked up at the sky.

The rain is getting heavier.

The slender ghost lowered its head again, looking at the young man who seemed to be crying in the rainy night.

Jiang Yilin didn't cry, but the raindrops slid down her cheeks, leaving traces like tear stains, making people have a reverie that he seemed to be crying for someone sincerely.

——And this kind of cognition is so beautiful that people can't help but want to indulge in it.

It tilted its head, looked at it for a while, and finally stretched out its hand, looking a little silly to protect Jiang Yilin from the rain.

It seemed that he was worried that his palms would not be able to block the rain. The slender ghost thought for a while, and a few tentacles under the suit protruded out, congealed into a big umbrella-shaped object, and blocked the black-haired young man's head, preventing him from Get wet from the rain.

——Hmm... Even though he looks delicious like this, but, but he will catch a cold...

--just forget it.

The slender ghost thought so in his heart.

——After all, it belongs to him, so he can't let him catch a cold... Humans are very fragile, and a small cold may cause dangerous diseases.

Jiang Yilin got up and stood in front of the mound for a long time.

He was thinking about one thing in his heart.

——If this cat... was really tortured and killed by one of those people, it means that the shackles in their hearts must have been opened by something.

——The danger level of these people has also risen sharply.

——That is to say, the cause of the cat abuse incident is the key to all subsequent incidents.

——Including the injuries he suffered at the birthday party, including when he collapsed on the bed due to neurotoxicity...including...

He thought so.

At this moment, the black-haired young man's body was completely soaked, and the thin shirt was tightly fitted to his body, outlining a tall and sexy curve.

He was meditating until the slightly trembling tentacles reached out from behind him and sucked all the water droplets off his face.

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the slender ghost who looked extremely tall in front of him.

The slender ghost lowered its head slightly. It was more than two meters tall, so when it lowered its head, it showed an indescribable gentleness.

The slender ghost approached Jiang Yilin, and after a while, another tentacle quickly stretched out from under his suit, rummaging through the scattered flowers.

"Puff——Puff—"

"Puff——Puff—"

In the end...he really turned out a rose that hadn't completely withered.

It stared at its own belongings, gently held up the rose, and sent it to the young man.

—Don't cry, rose... the rose is for you.