Let's play horror games

As soon as you step through the door, it's like entering another world.

Yan Li put her hands on her waist vigilantly, and the long hair bumped her: "Don't explode, Bomb King."

It's no wonder that Yan Li overreacted, the house was just as wrong as its roughly sealed door.

The small room is full of hanging and shaking white silk, on which are written condolences in different handwriting and standard content in black ink.

And in the middle of Bai Ling, there is a big headshot of Huang Zhui with a smirk, looking directly at the visitor innocently.

Huang Zhui's nose is round and his eyes are slightly narrowed. Although he is not good-looking, he has a very kind appearance.And the slightly stiff corners of the mouth seem to reveal a touch of sensitivity or nervousness.

You may feel that this kind of appearance and temperament seem familiar, maybe like an unremarkable classmate in a high school class, or a little brother who overtakes you while humming a song, or someone who is sweating and handing out leaflets on the side of the road.

In short, ordinary people who can appear in any small corner of your life.

But it just doesn't appear in horror games, in this closed, indifferent town.

Huang Zhui does not seem to be a "sharp guy" as the townspeople said, but he is indeed out of tune with this place, like a fish on the shore.

In the real world, he'd have a group of friends; but in this numb town, there's no question that he'd be particularly conspicuous, and... lonely.

Chang Mao leaned forward and stared into Huang Zhui's eyes: "Why do I think that although this photo is dead, it is more alive than all the cats and dogs in the town?"

Yan Li walked to the window, the pale sunlight penetrated, shining on a few withered plants.

The houses and interiors of the townspeople are almost the same style, but Huang Zhui wants to plant a row of flowers of unknown species, making it a little special.

Although, all the flowers have withered into thin gray with the passing of the owner.

Yan Li reached out to touch it, and the flower was brittle and turned into ashes.She wiped her fingers clean and clicked her tongue.

"How long has it been dead?"

Chang Mao was looking around and walked past her: "Do you mean flowers or people?"

Yan Li shook her hand: "Both are."

Compared to the two who were walking back and forth to search, Brother Hei was standing in front of the photo, looking at the thick wooden box below.

Yan Li walked over, holding her arms warily. "coffin?"

The long hair just turned over to the fluffy food, and was coughed by a pile of mold: "Ahem, cough... Judging from the position, it is about."

Yan Li frowned: "This thing is not so much a coffin as it is a thing used to lock people up."

The lid of the coffin was very thick, and the joints with the body of the coffin were filled with thick and long iron nails in all directions, like a rough cage.

Changmao rubbed his nose: "Take it apart and see?"

As he said that, he jumped onto the coffin in two or three steps!

He pried it hard twice, but it couldn't be moved.He stretched out his hand: "Old Hei, lend me the knife!"

Brother Hei glanced at the thin blade, and Yan Li took two steps back: "Are you sure you want it now?"

Shaggy: "Trust me, unboxing at night couldn't be more enjoyable."

Yan Li reluctantly nodded, and then took out a bunch of parts from her jacket: "Wait a minute, I'll build a chainsaw. Don't use a knife."

Hearing this, Long Mao rushed over: "Yan Dingdang, I love you!"

Just when the two were making a fuss, suddenly, there was a light and regular knock on the door.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.

First three times, pause for a while, and then three times.The patient way of knocking.

The three looked at the door at the same time.

This time, this place.Who will it be?

Meanwhile, the other side.

Buckle, buckle, buckle.

The door opened.

The mayor standing at the door of his house immediately looked impatient when he saw who was coming.

"Little trash, what are you doing here?"

You smiled, squeezed in lightly, and closed the door behind you.

Follow He Rou's breath, you find here.

You're not sure why she's here, and this doesn't seem to be her end.But this guy in front of him obviously had contact with her.

You ask: "Who was the outsider who came to you before? What did you come for?"

The mayor was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed: "Crazy! You're talking nonsense!"

With that said, roll up your sleeves, and I'm going to throw you out!

While hiding, you think: Is this person really ignorant, or is he just pretending to be stupid?

You can:

A beat him up and tied him up for questioning

B runs out first, hides and observes

C scares him and says "Father knows what you have done"

D ran around his house looking for clues