When someone with depression enters the horror game

Zheng Qing headed west all the way, and climbed up the West Mountain at the cost of a few more wounds on his body.

A river originates from here and flows northward.

Zheng Qing stood by the river and rolled up his trouser legs.

"Cast the net." He took out a fishing net from his sleeve and threw it down, feeling like a Doraemon.

He looked around.

This place can be regarded as a beautiful place with verdant trees and clear river water.

It is so clear that you can see the fish that are about to be caught in the river.

What a wonderful world.

"It's just too fake." Holding the net, he looked at the "fish" on his net.

This "fish" is very individual, not only has a snake's head, but also has eyes like horse ears, hey, and six feet.

"It's a wonderful world." Zheng Qing looked at the dead figure in his hand, and smiled softly, "The one I'm looking for is you."

He cut off and discarded its head and feet, and carried only the bloody, normal-looking body down the hill.

When Shen Lian walked to the door of the house with the medicine box, she saw the faint light in the room.

He took out the dagger in his arms and walked to the door, not letting himself make a sound.

Gently pull the door a crack.

He looked in through the gap.

who is it?

The doctor sat at the table with a smile on his face.

He opened the door, but still didn't go in, and asked, "Doctor?"

The doctor looked at him with a smile.

He took two steps back and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Painted Skin Ghost went to the capital by himself."

Shen Lian stared at him: "What's your name?"

"Zheng Qing."

"When did you come from?"

"21st century."

"Where did we meet?"

"in hospital."

"Do you dare to answer the password?"

"Why not?"

"Western medicine treats the symptoms."

"Chinese medicine treats the root cause."

"A combination of Chinese and Western?"

Zheng Qing couldn't help but smiled again: "Treat the root cause."

Shen Lian breathed a sigh of relief, but the hand holding the dagger in the sleeve was still tight.

He walked in and asked, "Why are you back again?"

This is not normal.

Zheng Qing ran to the stove and brought a large bowl to the table.

In the bowl is a fish soup that looks very good.

"Painted Skin Ghost and I caught several fish on the road."

Shen Lian looked at him suspiciously.

Zheng Qing continued: "Seeing how poor you are, who can even think about the potatoes of Master Yang's house for several days, I discussed it with Painted Skin Ghost, and brought it to you before I went far."

Shen Lian lowered her eyelids, not knowing what she was thinking.

Zheng Qingqing put his chin in his hand and said with a smile, "Don't be dazed, eat quickly."

The fish soup was still steaming.

The hot air is mixed with a strange fragrance.

Shen Lian stared at Zheng Qing again, and spit out a few words: "You eat first."

Zheng Qing froze for a moment, then turned around and took a pair of chopsticks.

When the chopsticks were about to reach into the bowl, Shen Lian grabbed his wrist.

Shen Lian also showed a smile, and took out the chopsticks she used from the lunch box she took out today, making sure that no one else had touched them, and said word by word: "Use this pair."

Zheng Qing stared at Shen Lian's eyes, put down the chopsticks in his hand, took Shen Lian's pair, and ate a piece of fish.

When he was eating, he was also unbelievably gentle and elegant.

He handed the pair of chopsticks to Shen Lian.

Shen Lian took the chopsticks and also took a piece of fish.

Well, it tastes good.

Tang Xiucai next door had just finished the tooth sacrifice, and the Wu Zang Temple had tributes, so he sat under the lamp and continued to complete his masterpiece.

I don't know what's wrong these days, I didn't fall asleep for several nights in a row, but I was very energetic.

But also Evans springs.

He is very proud, the guy who surpassed Feng's family is just around the corner!

He has never enjoyed the feeling of writing articles without stopping!

An hour has passed.

Two hours passed.

He still kept writing, kept writing, as if the pen could bloom beautiful flowers if it continued like this.

His spirits are already high.

Suddenly, he thought of a brilliant idea, an idea that was not copied!

Well, I've been writing for so long today, stop and get a good night's sleep, and start writing this new idea tomorrow!

He was about to put down his pen.

"Ah! How come...can't stop...how come..."

He looked at his hands in horror.

That hand doesn't seem to be his own anymore!

Still holding the pen in that hand, he wrote at a strangely fast speed, writing his own new ideas.

"In another world, there is a worthless young man named Tang Siwen..."

Tang Xiucai's eyes widened in horror.

"He lived in a daze, copying other people's books..."

"One day, he fell ill and went to the hospital..."

"But a mysterious existence pulled him into a 'horror game'..."

"Ah! It's not true! It's not true!" Tang Xiucai shook his head crazily, his face contorted, tears streaming down his face.

With pen in his hand, he was still writing the story.

"Fortunately, he is like the darling of heaven, hiding in the bathroom of the hospital, without encountering any weird things..."

"On campus, his grades were too poor, and he couldn't get the student number on the random number table of the perverted killer math teacher... and he was strangely random, and he didn't receive any tasks..."

"Kindergarten's mission is 'Kill whoever you want', he knows what those students are suffering, but he pretends to be sick and asks for leave... so cool... if there is kindness and compassion, there must be killing all The ability of the villain... If he is as cold-blooded as Tang Siwen, he will win in the end... After all, he doesn't think that the lives of those children have anything to do with him..."

"Then he entered the ancient times...but his willpower was not firm, and he gradually forgot his identity, and almost forgot everything..."

"However, his obsession is so strong that he can forget about the past and continue to copy books..."

"Everything is going smooth……"

"Until he accidentally ate the strange bird that was brought to the table by the black-hearted boss..."

"The tragedy is coming..."

"He will have no sleep, work without rest..."

"He loves his job writing books so much..."

"He is like the girl who put on the red shoes and dances until she dies, writing with a pen until she dies..."

"The wicked have their own rewards, although no one is qualified to say this in a horror game..."

"Hey, the spectators who can only eat fennel beans are not dead, but the big customers who can afford chicken are about to die. It's a great plot..."

"[There is Niaoyan, whose shape is like a chicken with three heads, six eyes, six legs, and three wings.

"A chicken with three heads has six eyes. The hunter surnamed Liu was frightened..."

"A fish with a snake's head and six legs has no head and no feet..."

Tang Xiucai took a pen and kept writing these crazy and terrifying sentences.

"Help!" he shouted.

Little did he know that he had lost his voice.

Zheng Qing and Shen Lian sat at the table, looking at each other speechlessly.

Seeing the silence in the atmosphere, Zheng Qing asked, "Why don't you drink soup?"

Shen Lian replied: "The soup is already cold."

"I'll go heat it up." Zheng Qing got up.

After the soup is hot, Zheng Qing puts it on the table.

"You and Painted Skin Ghost caught a few bites of the fish when you came back, so you should eat first," Shen Lian paused, "Let's go after drinking, you have to go to the capital, this is a matter of life and death."

Zheng Qing took a sip of the fish soup.

Shen Lian confirmed that he drank it before picking up the bowl.

His sight was blocked by the big bowl, and he didn't see the gentle scumbag smile on Zheng Qing's face at that moment.

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〔〕: - "Shan Hai Jing"