When someone with depression enters the horror game

"Is it dead?"

"No."

"Is it dead?"

"No."

"Is it dead?"

"No."

"Is it dead... no..."

Shen Lian muttered to herself nervously.

He seemed to be hallucinating.

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

Doctor... dead?

You haven't set up a monument for me yet, you haven't set up a monument for me yet.

He fell into a kind of emptiness.

The guy with the smirk hasn't erected a monument to me yet.

The guy who looked so smart that people wanted to punch him in the face is dead?

The guy who shot the head off the math teacher who kidnapped him didn't appreciate it.

He wanted to fall from upstairs, into hell.

The guy fished him out of the river wet, though he didn't appreciate it.

He wanted to fall from the bridge, fall to Qiao Ji's side, and let his soul sink forever.

Or perish forever, body and soul.

They have a tacit understanding and have the minds of smart people, but they are not trustworthy enough.

He looked at the side face of the doctor under the orange light, looked at the fish soup on the table, and his first reaction was that something was wrong, it was either rape or theft.

He tried again and again, trying to get out the unnecessary poison in the bowl.

Their eyes met, and they knew each other well.

It turned out that it was probably just an ordinary bowl of fish soup.

The doctor knew he didn't trust him.

He now expected the doctor to distrust him, just as he did not trust the doctor.

Smart enough, distrustful enough, so hold back.

"Di——There should be three players, but there are actually two players—"

He didn't hold back!

For Shen Lian, Zheng Qing is just a passer-by in an ordinary life, who met at a not so ordinary time.

Shen Lian is selfish, doesn't have normal emotions for interpersonal relationships in his mind, and doesn't care about everyone, sometimes this "don't care" even includes himself.

So this doctor whom he had known for a short time died as soon as he died. He was not that sad, or maybe only a little bit sad.

What he couldn't accept was that he didn't pay back the life he owed this guy.

He finally drank the bowl of soup, thinking in his heart that if he died, he would just return his life.

What's more, the doctor was cheated to death by himself.

Guilt and self-blame far outweigh sadness.

It really sucks to owe someone something, especially when they won't let you pay it back.

Others don't take it seriously, but you feel inferior for no reason.

Damn, I will bow down to you forever.

The third person still doesn't show up, and in this false world, the only real guy he knows dies.

Lonely.

Shen Lian stood there for a long time, then went back to sleep with a "pooh".

Lonely ass.

Great, it was a dream.

I forgot what I dreamed, but Shen Lian was sure that it was a good dream.

warm.

"Clang—clang—clang—"

The bell came.

The woman pulled Shen Lian up, carefully arranged Shen Lian's clothes, tied Shen Lian's hair, and led him out.

With the traffic in the fields, the villagers all walked in one direction.

A pool of spring water is green with moss, and flowering branches and bamboos bloom on the water.

The well-dressed elders and the goddess who is still colorful and looks like a parrot are standing by the pool.

The villagers gathered more and more, but no one dared to speak, even the little boy who didn't know anything was silent.

A clan elder with white beard and hair, wearing a green robe and leaning on a locust wood cane, said majestically, "The wife of the Zhao family has given birth to a third idiot."

The sorceress closed her eyes, made a gesture of worshiping the sky, and said in a strange tone: "You should kill."

The heirs can stay, but the evil star must be eliminated.