[Quick Transmigration] Horror game

The first time Zhao Yan moved into this house, she felt an indescribable eerie feeling.Whenever she walked through the corridor, she would shrink her neck, as if a gust of wind was blowing from a certain corner.Not long after, Zhao Yan was sure that the cold air from the opposite resident came through the crack of the door. The air conditioner in his house was really powerful, at least 2 or 3 hp?Why can the people facing the door enjoy high-power air conditioners?

She once met the resident across the door, a young girl who lived alone and her age, who seemed to be surnamed Su, lived in seclusion, occasionally went out a few times, and always looked worried.Zhao Yan snorted disdainfully from her nose.

In the summer night, if there is no wind, it will be unbearably hot.Zhao Yan opened the door, allowing the wind in the corridor to blow into her home.This community is really bad enough. Not only are the buildings dilapidated, the wiring is aging, and the voltage is insufficient, but her air conditioner that has been used for several years can only make noise but cannot cool.But there is no way.

Zhao Yan used to live with a friend, her ex-boyfriend, but she was kicked out by her boyfriend a week ago.Using the word "catch up" really doesn't sound very nice, it should be called moving out after breaking up.Of course Zhao Yan knew the reason. She didn't know why she lost her temper uncontrollably because of some trivial things or for no reason. A friend once told her that it was mania. Zhao Yan's answer was: The mug punched a gash in his forehead.In the past two or three years, all the friends around her have left her one by one. Now she has no fixed place to live, so she can only temporarily live in this newly moved old house, surrounded by a lot of rags.

Because of her bad temper, she has no job, no one cares about her, and she is driven around all day long...but it's not her fault, Zhao Yan thought, it's all other people's fault.

She sighed and looked around, the lunch boxes and decorations that were damaged in the beating, and the messy and wrinkled clothes. She sat at the door, could better enjoy the air-conditioning in the corridor, and took out her mobile phone to surf the Internet.

She knows that her current lifestyle has entered an unhealthy cycle.In real life, she is alone, even bored at home all day without saying a word, but on the Internet, her negative emotions can be vented to the fullest.The Internet is really a good thing, she thought, logged into the last forum with ease, used the registered vest to attack the poster of a certain post with all-round and multi-angle swear words, and then clicked on the next post.

At this time, a young girl surnamed Su from the opposite door came back.And she wasn't the only one, there was a girl beside her.

Zhao Yan looked up at them.Both of them looked weird, the one surnamed Su was okay, but she looked a little unhealthy, the other girl had pale skin and wore long sleeves on a hot day, she was just like a ghost.Although she looks pretty, it also adds some terrifying temperament to her.Zhao Yan curled her lips in disdain.

She continued to spray a netizen who refuted her on the forum, um, just curse the next door to a ghost, and turn him into a ghost too.I don't know if he was infected with too much anger, Zhao Yan felt that he was going to get angry again uncontrollably.But today, there seems to be a special feeling, besides anger, there is also a trace of imperceptible fear.

what happened?She didn't know that her anger had surpassed her reason.

The wind in the corridor became colder, and even formed a small whirlwind, and the garbage and dust in the corridor were swirled and blown up.

Accompanied by this uncontrollable hostility, she greeted the families of several people, and her mood gradually calmed down.After losing her temper for a period of time, she will gradually return to a normal calm state of mind, and sometimes feel guilty for her anger.

At this time, the hidden fear was like the cold wind in the corridor, Zhao Yan stood at the door, trembling slightly.It's too cold... Even if the opposite door is an ice cellar, it shouldn't be this cold.

At this time, the netizen she greeted replied to her: "You will die soon."

Zhao Yan pouted.This kind of words are simply at the elementary level in personal attacks, she threw the phone aside and ignored it.

A photograph slipped from under the crack of the opposite door, as if someone had deliberately pushed it out inside the door.Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, walked over to take a hasty look, and screamed out.

The photo showed a bloodied body lying on the cluttered floor of her new home.Although the photo is a bit blurry, the face of the dead body or the injuries on the body cannot be seen clearly, but the hemorrhaging appearance is definitely hopeless, and the dead body... Zhao Yan held her breath, familiar clothes, figure, hairstyle, this is her ?

At such a moment, Zhao Yan was overwhelmed by that indescribable irritability, and she began to slap the opposite door hard, with a loud bang bang sound, almost as if she wanted to remove the other door.

"He brought a smoking thing, and wanted to curse me with a photo, what a ghost came out and killed me—"

Zhao Yan suddenly fell silent again. She had never felt such a strong sense of oppression from fear, and this oppression made her anger disappear without a trace.She hurriedly turned around and escaped from the opposite door, returned to her room, closed the door forcefully, leaned her back against the door panel, and panted heavily.Apart from that photo, she didn't see anything scary, but where did that feeling of fear come from?Could it be that there is really something unclean here, lurking in the dark, staring at her all the time...

This place isn't haunted, is it?Find another place to live tomorrow morning, and move out of here as soon as possible.Zhao Yan felt horrified when she thought of the girl surnamed Su who was out of her mind, and the ghostly woman who came back with her today.She turned and peeked out the peephole into the corridor again.

There was still wind in the corridor, probably a draft.Zhao Yan turned her eyes uneasily, and looked at both ends of the corridor.At one end of the corridor there seemed to be a woman in a white dress standing there.Due to the limited viewing angle of the cat's eyes, Zhao Yan couldn't see very clearly, but she knew that there was no elevator or stairs at the other end of the corridor, and where did the woman in white appear from.

She didn't dare to look at the cat's eyes anymore, turned around and sat down on the ground with her back against the door.

Call and find a friend to accompany you.Zhao Yan picked up the mobile phone that was thrown aside, and tremblingly wanted to dial, only to realize that she no longer had a single friend.After realizing this fact, Zhao Yan's paranoia and anger burned like a fire again.She is not afraid of ghosts, not to mention she has never done anything wrong, so why should she be afraid of ghosts?

She opened the door, ready to swear at the white figure that appeared at the end of the corridor—whether someone was pretending to be a ghost or a real ghost, she would not believe the curse or run away.

The hallway was empty.The wind blows from a certain corner, and the air is chilling.Zhao Yan froze for a few seconds, she realized that there was a "something" behind her at some point.What kind of thing is that?Zhao Yan didn't know, her neck was stiff and she didn't dare to turn her head, and cold sweat came out of her forehead.

She felt something cold against her back and smelled the stench of frozen meat.

In such a second, Zhao Yan thought of many things, but they were all messed up and had no clue. Her memory seemed to stagnate after the last tantrum, and then she couldn't remember anything—it was too late to think about anything.

Zhao Yan lowered her head and saw a large piece of red blooming in front of her.It was very cold in the corridor.The wound seemed to be torn open, and even the body seemed to be split in two.She was thinking hard and hard, what kind of weapon was that "thing" behind her using?How big was the wound and how many organs were injured?How much blood was shed?

Until she fell down, Zhao Yan didn't see what the "thing" behind her was, but she knew that it was a terrible thing.Probably a ghost...

She remembered the message that the netizen on the phone replied to herself...

At the last second of unconsciousness, the door of the room next door opened, and the pale girl came out in a hurry. Seeing Zhao Yan across the corridor, she seemed to be taken aback, but her expression immediately returned to calm. , turned his head and said to the room: "Su Ruo, call the police."

Su Ruo knew that the days ahead would be unsettled, but she never thought it would be so unsettled.

When Ji Yaoxin opened the door, she asked her to call the police. She wanted to run out to have a look, but Ji Yaoxin stopped her.

"Don't look at it, there's nothing to see." Ji Yaoxin said, picking up a photo from the ground, "Let's just say that someone next door died."

"Is it the new girl who moved in..."

Su Ruo glanced at the photo in Ji Yaoxin's hand, it was the one that captured the ghost.She was clearly placed on the tea table, how could she fall to the door?She went to get her mobile phone to make a call while observing Ji Yaoxin's face.

She seemed to have never seen Ji Yaoxin with such a dignified expression.In fact, it is not difficult to understand that someone was killed in front of his house, and it was related to the ghost in the well, and Ji Yaoxin had no time to stop it.

"I'll go first." Ji Yaoxin said.

"Where are you going? There is a dead man on the other side." Su Ruo held her back.

Ji Yaoxin turned her head and looked at Su Ruo with gentle eyes, but there was no smile: "Su Ruo, I will be back soon, don't be afraid. Also, I took this photo away."

She turned around and hurried down the dark stairs with the sensor lights broken, without even the slightest sound of footsteps.Su Ruo stood where she was, with the "Hello" stuck in her throat, but she didn't say it after all.

It wasn't until the police came to the door that Su Ruo had a general understanding of what happened at the opposite door.The girl who just moved in was stabbed to death in her rental house with a sharp weapon, the door was open, and the initial site investigation found nothing, so she asked Su Ruo, but Su Ruo only said that she heard that the other party seemed to lose his temper at home, Throwing things, but out of the mentality that more things are worse than less things, I didn't go to check.Until later, when the police surveyed the scene, it was already daylight, and Su Ruo did not go home (the cordon had been pulled up there), but turned a corner and walked out of the community in a daze.