The Easter Egg Game

Gu Fengyi and Liu Qingqing walked quickly in the crumbling corridor, trying not to make too much noise to avoid Shan Liang's discovery.

There was no cool smell on the first and second floors. The two walked up the stairs when they suddenly heard the sound of collapse from below, shaking the concrete floor under their feet.Liu Qingqing staggered on the stairs and almost fell down, but Gu Fengyi quickly pulled her back.Liu Qingqing, who was nestled in Gu Fengyi's arms, took a few breaths nervously, and patted her chest as if frightened.

The girl's fresh and playful movements made Gu Fengyi smile subconsciously, reminding her to be careful where she stepped.

Liu Qingqing pointed down and asked silently: Is it them?

Gu Fengyi nodded, probably because Lin Jue and Song Hanzhang stepped on a fragile part of the building when they came up and caused the collapse, but the sound was not serious, so there was no need to go down to help, the most urgent thing is to find Shan Liang.

Gu Fengyi closed his eyes and felt the smell in the air, then pointed to the corridor outside the stairs, Liu Qingqing nodded, and the two turned a corner silently, approaching the direction of the smell.

This is a long corridor with dormitories on one side and open glass windows on the other.The moonlight quietly sprinkled on the corridor in the mist, and they were like elves walking lightly in the moonlight, marching towards the dangerous enemy.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, just around the corner ahead.

Gu Fengyi made a gesture to signal Liu Qingqing not to move. She activated her stealth skills and moved towards the target silently.

This is the corner. This L-shaped corridor is short on one side and long on the other, and the other end is only a dozen meters away from the corner. If you don't expect it, you can hit it.

Gu Fengyi leaned against the wall and raised the stringed hand crossbow.

Three, two, one, action!

Gu Fengyi rushed out and aimed at the target and shot an arrow. The arrow flew out of the string, passed through the jacket shaking in the wind, and flew out of the window.

Only then did Gu Fengyi see clearly that the "figure" in the distance was not Shan Liang, but a coat he hung on the window, and he himself had already fled away.

"Run away. Only one coat was left behind." Gu Fengyi turned to Liu Qingqing and said.

Liu Qingqing let out an "ah", ran up Xiaobu quickly, and was stunned when she saw the coat hanging by the window.

"It's careless. His prize in the last round was the breath-removing spray. It seems that he hasn't used it up yet. He deliberately left a piece of clothing to trick my senses, and he himself probably sprayed on the spray and escaped." Gu Fengyi frowned and said, "There are two exits from this dormitory building, and there are so many dormitory balconies on the first floor where he can climb out. It's not difficult for him to escape."

"...Then what should we do?" Liu Qingqing asked in embarrassment.

Gu Fengyi didn't answer, and strode towards Shan Liang's coat.

The coat was hung on a rusty metal hanger, and hooked to the open window at the end of the corridor. When Gu Fengyi took off the clothes, the paper sticking to the hanger was exposed.

Above are some pictures of stick figures.

A creepy story is told in sequence from left to right.

In the first picture, the long-haired stickman was killed by a monster; in the second picture, a short-haired stickman appeared, and the long-haired stickman sat up from the ground, with a pair of devil's hair growing on his head. On the head of the long-haired stickman, it says crookedly: You come to play Judas; the third picture shows the long-haired stickman leaving and challenging another monster with a stick; the last picture shows the short-haired stickman A big smile was drawn on his face, and he wrote four words on the ground: She is Judas.

"Fengyi?" Liu Qingqing's voice came from behind Gu Fengyi, with a hint of confusion.

Gu Fengyi, who was trembling all over, suddenly crumpled the note in his hand, hid that hand in Shanliang's clothes as if nothing had happened, and said without looking back: "It's okay. Let's go, touch again Luck, maybe Shan Liang is determined to play hide-and-seek with us."

After finishing speaking, Gu Fengyi crumpled up Shan Liang's clothes and threw them out of the window, just like throwing rubbish into a trash can -- together with the note.

Trust her, you have to trust her.Gu Fengyi said to herself over and over again, you are a normal person, you can learn to trust, she is worthy of your trust.

Really?So why doesn't she explain things that don't make sense?Because she can't explain it.There was a mocking voice in my heart.

Of course it's true, she wants to prove her innocence with death, what else do you want from her? !Did she hurt you?No, she never hurt you!

Then you look into her eyes, look up, and look into her eyes.The mocking voice spoke again.

Gu Fengyi slowly raised his head and looked at Liu Qingqing.

Standing in the moonlight, Liu Qingqing was slender and soft. She looked at Gu Fengyi intently, her eyes showed a touch of confusion and worry, those black eyes were filled with moonlight, and her tenderness was like water.

How long had she been looked at so tenderly?Gu Fengyi herself can't remember clearly, it seems that since the first day they met, she has looked at her with such eyes, regarded her as a god, and regarded her as salvation.She even said to her: The only luck in my life is to meet you.

This kind of obsessive and morbid feeling has gone beyond friendship, but it is not love.

If it were someone else, they might feel fear, but Gu Fengyi wouldn't.

She longed for such unreserved, even almost morbid feelings, and she indulged this love to burn, making her feel warm in the ice cellar, so she greedily hugged the bonfire until she even ignited herself.

But that fire was never for warming her, but for her to illuminate...the reflection of herself in her eyes.

Liu Qingqing caressed the hand pierced by the crossbow arrows. This hand still hurt, but she could bear it, and she was used to it. When she was hungry and bruised, she always endured it silently. In her flesh and blood, became a part of her.

She thought she could bear anything, but there was only one thing...

Standing in the moonlight, Liu Qingqing looked at Gu Fengyi's efforts to restrain himself, but in her eyes there was obvious suspicion, which made her unable to breathe.

From the bottom of her heart soaked in darkness, countless negative emotions frantically surged up, screaming heartbreakingly in her soul, dragging her to hell together.Deep in the mud, she curled up crying when she was young, scarred and hungry, she cried and asked the world, why no one loves me?Why?

This is a matter of course. When she grew up, she answered her when she was young.How ridiculous is it that you, a filthy monster with nothing but hate in your heart, desperately crave love?

The surrounding air became more and more viscous, and the darkness swallowed the moonlight.

Standing in the middle of the darkness, Liu Qingqing murmured softly: "Fengyi, it's getting dark."

The world was engulfed by thick darkness, and this suffocating darkness reminded Liu Qingqing of countless cold winter nights when she was a child.Only she knew how much she hated the world when she woke up hungry from the icehouse-like bed, listening to the loud snoring of the alcoholic father behind the thin wall.

The refrigerator was broken long ago, and there was no money to fix it, and there was no need to fix it.There was nothing in the dirty kitchen except cockroaches and wine bottles. Her leg was kicked hard by the alcoholic a few hours ago, and she was still in pain. Wrapped in a thin cotton jacket, she trembled and limped to the ground building.The hunger that was about to digest her stomach made her forget her self-esteem, and rummaged through the trash can for something to eat.

The wild cat's green eyes were shining in the cold wind, looking at her, the predator, with disgust.

She picked up the stone on the ground and threw it hard. The wild cat screamed and fled into the bushes.

Her eyes were green with hunger, and she shivered regretfully in the cold wind, thinking how could she miss it?If it hits, she can pick it up, peel off the skin, wash it, and boil it in a pot.Cat meat is sour and unpalatable, but what does that matter?What taste is more painful than starving to collapse?

She continued to rummage through the trash can. God blessed her on this day, and she found a small piece of mousse cake packed in a paper bag from a pile of trash.The smell of the cake was mixed with kitchen waste. It should be an extremely disgusting smell, but the extremely hungry body has long since forgotten it.She couldn't wait to peel off the cellophane, sniffed the cake greedily, and carefully licked it.

Sweet, soft, and full of heat, she held the cake devoutly and ate it up in small bites, even licking the cream on the cellophane carefully.There is still the scent of cake on the cellophane, but there is not even a little bit of buttercream left.

Reluctantly, she opened the paper bag containing the cake, trying to find more cakes, but there was only a thin card left besides an empty glass milk bottle.

She took out this card with a heart drawn on it, with the boy's handwriting on it: TO Dear Qingqing: Cake tastes better with milk - love your boyfriend.

Clear?Is it the girl who lives here?She squatted by the trash can and enviously imagined this girl named "Qingqing", thinking that this was the most beautiful name in the world.

Why is it that they are all "inferior people" who live in this kind of place, but she has nothing?

She is really envious, envious that she has such a good boyfriend, envious that she is loved by others.But who would love her?Her mother had long abandoned her and her father, who drank heavily all day long and would beat her severely when he was in a bad mood.She had to carefully cover up the scars on her body so that her classmates and teachers would not see them.

But she could cover the scars, but she couldn't cover the shabby washing marks on the clothes, the sympathetic eyes when others looked at her, and the mocking words that hurt her soul.

"Look at her clothes. They have been patched a few times. How many years are there still people wearing this kind of clothes?"

"Oh my god, as for what, it tastes like a starved ghost reincarnated."

"I heard that her mother is a prostitute, her father is an alcoholic, and her family is so poor that they can't even afford the tuition fees. If I were her, I would drop out of school and go to work now. What else would I study for?"

"Hee hee, maybe he has great ambitions and wants to study to change his destiny?"

"She won't be able to read it even after passing the exam."

"What's the matter, people can be mothers, hey, have you heard that the class grass next door seems to be very pitiful to her, last time she ate the breakfast that someone gave her, and she was ashamed to eat it. , deserved to be taught a lesson by being blocked in the toilet."

"Stop talking, she's here."

She pretended not to hear, and walked past them with her head bowed and her chest open.

No one loves her.

She curled up next to the trash can, whimpering and crying.

"Be careful, there is movement in that corridor!" Gu Fengyi's voice woke up Liu Qingqing who was staring blankly at the trash can beside the green belt.

Liu Qingqing's gaze slowly moved to the dilapidated building ahead.

The entrance of the dark corridor looks like a monster's mouth, and its stomach is full of gamblers, drunkards, and prostitutes.

"Den, Deng, Deng."

The sound of a woman stepping on high heels came from the corridor facing them. Even if she hadn't appeared yet, Liu Qingqing had already sketched her appearance in Liu Qingqing's mind—she had thick curly hair, wore a bright red coat, and stepped on her feet. Wearing a pair of black hats.Even in the twelfth lunar month of winter, I dare to wear only a pair of black stockings.

A monster in high heels came out of the dark corridor.

The heavy coat couldn't hide her sexy figure, and this monster with only one bright red lip on its face "stared" at them, grinning its mouth full of fangs.