When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian pushed her away, gritted her teeth and said, "Get out."

"Little Xianggong is really getting more and more confused!"

Painted Skin Ghost curled his lips and disappeared again.

It's completely clean now.

The nameless god lowered his head slightly, looking down at the young man at his feet, his eyes seemed to be angry, but also merciful.

The young man sat at the feet of God, but he didn't have any faith in his heart.

"A good person, why did he die..."

He wiped his eyes, his hands were a little wet.

He cried.

How carefully he used to keep a polite and distanced distance from others, and smiled delicately and perfectly with this pretty good skin.

He cut himself off from the whole world with indifference.

He can also be regarded as a very boring guy. He used to be a good actor, cried incomparably in the second year, cried cowardly and collapsed, and cried pitifully.

But that's just a colorless transparent saline solution secreted by the lacrimal gland.

This time, the eyes really got sand.

Shen Lian was standing in the glass box, Zheng Qing was standing outside the glass box, they seemed to be living in the same world, but that was just the appearance.

Zheng Qing's world is colorful, with sound, light and temperature.

Shen Lian's world is gray and black, cold and silent, like a silent drama without joy or sorrow.

But this time the eyes really got sand.

People are not grass and trees, even grass and trees have a heart; people are not mountains and rocks, even green mountains are snow-white.

He owes him so much.

Shen Lian sat there, listening to the auditory hallucinations played in a loop.

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

"Three people...two people..."

"Di... two people..."

The doors and windows in the ancestral hall are closed tightly, and the people inside don't know day or night.In the beginning, Shen Lian was able to judge the time by relying on the level of hunger when he was sober occasionally, but later he was so hungry that he felt full, and even lost the strength to think clearly.

His posture has long since changed from sitting to lying down, and his body is sweating more and more.

Dehydration, cramps in hands and feet, limbs began to swell, and he began to slowly fall into a coma.

He was shaken awake once in the middle of the journey, but he couldn't distinguish between reality and dream, reality and illusion.

It was a girl who woke him up. The girl's eyebrows were like emerald feathers, her muscles were like white snow, and she had an anxious expression on her face.

"Little Xianggong...Little Xianggong, why don't you eat! Zheng Qing is dead, and you still want to die for him!"

He seemed to have heard these words in a daze, but he didn't seem to hear them.

Who is this girl?Who is Zheng Qing?Zheng Qing...is the girl I like?

He passed out in a daze again.

Seeing that he fainted again, the girl sighed, and was about to disappear, but before disappearing, the ancestral hall made an explosion, thinking that she had accumulated evil virtue.

The explosion alarmed the sorceress, and a group of people marched to the gate of the ancestral hall.

When the women in black opened the door of the ancestral hall, everyone was stunned.

The long-lost sunlight penetrated into the ancestral hall, and a golden light just passed in front of everyone's eyes and shone on the futon in the center in front of the statue.

The skinny teenager lay curled up on it, his eyes closed tightly, and his eyelashes looked like a dying butterfly on a dead leaf in autumn.

The benevolent god lowered his eyebrows slightly, his eyes full of compassion.

Candles were still burning on the incense table in front of him, the offerings were still there, and the three animals and four fruits hadn't been touched.

Perhaps he had knelt on the futon before fainting.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I remembered the words of Osamu Dazai——

"I thought I would die this winter. But in the first lunar month, someone gave me a mouse-gray pinstripe linen kimono as a New Year's gift. It's a kimono suitable for summer. Then I'd better live until summer."