When someone with depression enters the horror game

Shen Lian returned to the system space.

It's still the same, nothing has changed.

His face was a little hot.

Painted Skin Ghost was still sitting in the mirror, jokingly said: "Where did you go to be so romantic and happy, little Xianggong?"

Shen Lian licked the blood around her mouth, narrowed her eyes and said, "I want you to take care of it."

So angry that Painted Skin Ghost licked the corner of his lips.

"Where have you been?"

"I've been in the mirror all the time."

Painted Skin Ghost's expression couldn't hide anything, Shen Lian could tell that what she said was true.

"What kind of place is this?" Painted Skin Ghost asked.

"Guess." Shen Lian ignored her.

He touched his lips in a daze.

After all, he was caught off guard by the doctor's kiss and was stunned suddenly. However, with his never-to-be-lost nature, he had to bite back, even if the dog bit him, he would bite back and bite his hair.

Of course, the dog's mouth is fine.

"It's time to keep a distance from the doctor." Shen Lian thought.

After all, he didn't want to complicate their relationship. At that moment, he was also a cockroach, thinking that the doctor's face looked damn good under the stars, so he grabbed his hair and gnawed back.

"Kissing skills are good." Shen Lian patted his face again, "I want to be crooked again..."

"Di——dear player, congratulations on successfully passing the mission of the fairy tale dungeon. You have the opportunity to choose an identity in the new world in the system mall. The three identities to be chosen are being randomly generated..."

New way?Shen Lian thought.

"Beep—the system randomly generates a program, and the latest copy starts—please complete the task specified by the system. If the task is not completed, the system will judge the player to be dead."

"Di—the latest dungeon, entertainment to death."

"Di—system task—random time, random location, random distribution."

This circle is always full of feasting and luxury.

In this respect, it is very much like Painted Skin Ghost, with gorgeous and attractive skin decorations to decorate those pickled and green-faced fangs in the dark.

Here people's desires are infinitely stretched, dormant under the well-known skin, twisting and wriggling, occasionally revealing a hideous corner, and slowly being covered with its bright and beautiful coat.

Shen Lian thinks this is a good place, with deformed human hearts marinated in colorful dye vats, Painted Skin Ghost should like it.

"Why should I think of that dead woman?" Shen Lian thought.

He is now a trainee in an entertainment company, and he is trying to sharpen his head to squeeze into this circle.

His agent was standing in the office, delivering his speech eloquently, pointing out the country with the basic qualities of an actor, and staring down at the poor little boy in front of him—although he was not as tall as Shen Liangao.

According to the agent, the basic quality of an actor is a center and two basic points. The center is to climb the bed to sleep with, and the basic point is to fuck people and add heat.

Shen Lian, who lowered her head, rolled her eyes secretly.

The manager said that he was tired, took a sip of hot tea, and said earnestly and earnestly: "Shen Lian, there are so many handsome men and beautiful women, and there is no way to accompany him. There is a dinner with Mr. Wang tomorrow, so you should prepare well."

So Shen Lian said that the manager is good, the manager is great.

He walked out of the office, thinking that his depression had not flared up for a long time, and that it was well under control, which was a good sign.

Today was a cloudy and rainy day, and the wind outside was blowing hard. He tightened the collar of his windbreaker and raised his hand to hail a taxi.

The driver is a middle-aged uncle who looks a bit literary, and there are slow songs playing in the car.

"Who sang the song, it's nice." Shen Lian rubbed her temples.

Then this question turned out to be a bad one, Shen Lian directly opened it, Pandora's magic box, something that most people who are taciturn and not good at rejecting are terrified - the taxi driver's chatterbox.

The uncle's voice suddenly rose a notch: "You don't even know the actress!"

Shen Lian was startled and shivered, and looked at the driver in a daze.

"The queen...that's the queen...the queen is so beautiful...the queen is good at everything...the queen is always right..."

Shen Lian: "Um...ah...ah...um...yes...you're right..."

The car finally arrived home, Shen Lian paid the money, and got off the car with goosebumps shaking off under the driver's enthusiastic gaze.

"Tsk tsk." The age of entertainment to death.

He went upstairs, opened the door to change his shoes, and went to the bathroom to wash his makeup.

He frowned in disgust at the mirror, unable to understand why men wear makeup.

The person in the mirror is laughing, and Painted Skink does not appear in the mirror. Since she followed the mirror to the system space, can she follow the mirror to another world?

And Shen Lian had already begun to doubt.

He looked at the person in the mirror and took out the photo he took for him for the first time for comparison.

What is wrong?Why do you think this person looks familiar?Why do I feel like I forgot something?

Feeling...I...forgot what?

So... is his memory complete now?Even... is his current memory real?Could memory lie to him?

"A difficult philosophical question." Shen Lian stopped herself from thinking about it.

When humans think, God laughs.

Where is the doctor now?

Tsk, I used the resurrection coupon, what did the doctor use in the fairy tale dungeon?

What a headache.

He returned to the bedroom with his slippers drooping, hugged the quilt and took a deep breath.Mmm, the smell of sunshine.

It could also be the smell of dead mites.

He closed his eyes. Ever since he went to the ancient dungeon and dreamed that Zheng Qing's head fell off, he never had a nightmare again. Even if he had a dream, although he couldn't remember the dream clearly, the dream was sweet and soft after waking up. Yes, like eating cotton candy.

Those two grasses in "Shan Hai Jing" played a role?

But that plant is obviously "the one who eats it will not be confused", so it is said that it will not be confused after eating it?

He thought about what was there and what not, and slowly fell asleep.

In the dream, the little mermaid princess riding a rose-colored cloud smiled at him, but this girl had obviously forgotten him.In the dream, there is a garden full of roses. In the dream, there is a man who is busy with travel and dust, saying that he will give him a rose when he loses the rose. In the dream, the swallow flies to Egypt and flies over the window. In the window, the little bear is holding a music box, and the music box plays Singing a cheerful song, the stars rose to the sky in the singing, and the sky shed silver light. In the light, there was a person with gentle eyebrows and eyes, who was caught by him and gnawed a mouthful of blood.

It looks good, and I miss the sun, but the sun doesn't want to be responsible.

It's a dream.

The stories in fairy tales are indeed romantic, so romantic that it softens the stone-like heart.

The little girl had listened to his stories for 16 years, and thinking about it now, she seemed very old.

The skin is still young, but the vicissitudes inside have turned into an old beast, wanting to catch every bit of light.

A moth's delusion.

It was so romantic that it changed the taste between the two guys in the partnership.

Fuck Wilde, fuck True Love's Kiss.

Wilde took the blame again.

Shen Lian, who dumped the blame in her sleep, felt at ease, so she didn't even have a dream.

He threw the sheets in the washing machine the next morning and pretended he hadn't had the dream.

It's time to go to Mr. Wang's dinner party.

But the magical entertainment industry can always exceed the imagination of the poor, poor straight man Shen Lian.

He thought that Wang was always a magical old aunt, but he didn't expect that Wang was always a magical grandfather.

Tsk tsk, the evil capitalist world.

The old man said, Xiao Shen, drink it, if you don't drink it, you won't give me face.

Xiao Shen felt aggrieved and drank a cup.

There was a timely burst of piercing laughter from the accompanying guests.

The old man said, Xiao Shen, go on, if you don't go on, you won't give me face.

Xiao Shen continued aggrieved and drank a cup.

Grandpa said, Xiao Shen, you can sing a song, if you don't sing, you won't give me face.

Xiao Shen said a few words modestly, but couldn't refuse, and sang.

Aggrieved, Xiao Shen sang the donkey bray.

The atmosphere seemed to be silent during the exchange of cups.

Xiao Shen covered his face and ran out humbly.

Xiao Shen ran to the bathroom and scratched his throat.

As long as you are a pretty person, don't let the outside wine go down your throat, this rule applies to both men and women.

But if Lang has love and concubine intentions, and the dinner table is calm and flirtatious, and he doesn't want to tear off the high-sounding fig leaf, then he has to pretend to be drunk even if he is not drunk. I also have to try my best to find a good posture to reveal half of my beautiful side face.

So Shen Lian returned to the dinner table, drunk and elegant, her eyes blurred like the thick fog of a dormant giant beast.

The accompanying guests left in twos and threes, the gas in the manager's house leaked and ran to turn off the gas, so the kind-hearted President Wang decided to send Shen Lian home.

Of course, the car drove to the hotel, not Shen Lian's home.

Who will be a hero to save the beauty, Shen Lian thought.

Shen Lian suddenly became drunk and couldn't get up from sitting on the ground.

The potbellied President Wang began to take off his clothes.

Shen Lian fumbled and took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket.

Mr. Wang was overjoyed, thinking that this little star really knows how to play.

Shen Lian continued to grope.

President Wang looked at him with interest.

Shen Lian fumbled the thing out and smiled at Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang was shocked and sat down on the ground.

Shen Lian smiled at Mr. Wang, as delicately as ever: "Police."

The thousands of furrows and wrinkles on Mr. Wang's face were crowded together, and there was a sense of powerlessness and absurdity that had been defeated, and he looked a little angry.He pointed at Shen Lian with a trembling finger and said, "You are... fishing law enforcement."

Shen Lian was amused by him: "Don't worry, I won't accuse you of adultery."

Then he gasped: "I will sue you for drug trafficking."