When someone with depression enters the horror game

[I hear them lifting the coffin

heavy footsteps, swaying

my soul creaks

All around, the death knell is ringing]

The curtain opened, and there was a deathly silence.

There is a man on the stage, a dead man.

The man was wearing crumpled clothes, his head was smashed to pieces, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

At this time, the red curtain seemed to be dyed with dark red blood.

On the gorgeous stage, the ugly corpse lay under the light beam, like a disgusting maggot that was accidentally trampled to death.

The entire auditorium was transformed into a pantomime of contrasts.

Then people reacted and screams rang out.

Everyone jumped up from their chairs, rushing towards the exit of the auditorium, and some even rolled and crawled.

Some girls were still screaming, being surrounded by the flow of people, and then fell to the ground with no one to help them, looking at a pair of panicked and selfish shoes running past in front of them.

There is a calm teacher maintaining order, but unfortunately, the flowers of the motherland are as chaotic as headless flies.

Everything is so chaotic.

Shen Lian didn't leave his seat, he put his feet away so that the lovely students could leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, and looked at the corpse on the stage.

Can't see the face clearly, but the body is very fat.

Shen Lian suddenly remembered the almond chocolate in his pocket.

"Di-"

"The system generates a program, random task one, find the serial killer before he kills the fifth prey. If the task fails, the system will determine that the player is dead."

Shen Lian received the first mission.

Did the doctor get it?

He searched for the doctor's figure in the crowd, and found him beside the blood-red curtain.

He didn't leave either.

The four eyes meet, Bo Yun is treacherous.

"Hello, let's get to know each other again. I'm Zheng Qing."

"Shen Lian."

"Have you received the mission?"

"Let's talk about your mission first."

Zheng Qing smiled helplessly, as if he didn't expect the guy in front of him to be so wary.

"Find the fifth man before the murderer kills him."

"It seems that our tasks are the same, and we are happy to cooperate."

"Pleasant to work with."

The two shake hands formulaically and begin exchanging clues.

"The body of the first deceased was full of footprints, and the second deceased was visually observed to have been hit by heavy objects many times."

"Doctor, can you tell me something useful?"

Zheng Qing stretched his glasses and said sarcastically, "This is no better than the 'beautiful' Xinshou Village. The site has already been sealed off. If we sneak in, we will be targeted by the police."

Shen Lian shrugged indifferently, and took out her mobile phone: "Doctor, do you know the person in the photo?"

Zheng Qing felt dazed.

"It looks familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere before."

The two suddenly looked at each other.

The first time they met was in Xinshou Village of the hospital, and the only people who could leave a common impression on them were the people from Xinshou Village.

"Doctor, do you remember that three people passed through our Novice Village?"

That is, there is another quester.

They didn't know who the last survivor was.

"Excluding those who have already been confirmed dead, I have no impression of the remaining players."

Evil door.

The two exchanged cell phone numbers.

"If you can't get through on the phone, it means that I have made an honorable sacrifice for the cause of theism. Remember to set up a hero monument for me." Shen Lian joked.

Zheng Qing only thinks that this person often shakes some baggage that is not funny, from Jin Ping Mei to monuments.

He tightened his suit jacket.

It's freezing cold.

"382,27,117,86, [-], [-], [-]," murmured someone in the shadows in the basement.

"117..."

He once beat a student's head with a hammer in this basement until the fat head turned into a smashed watermelon.

And now, in the basement, he chopped off the girl's dancing-shoe feet and tied iron bars to the bloody calves.

"Heavy steps, swaying..."

"Heavy steps, swaying..."

He put the girl in the coffin.

"My soul, creaking."

The girl in the coffin was beautiful, as beautiful as she was when she died in the swan.

Death is always grand.

The death knell sounded.