When someone with depression enters the horror game

The man was wearing a three-piece suit and a brass pocket watch. He looked like a gentleman who walked out of an early oil painting.

He would invite the famous lady to dance a dance at the banquet with elegant clothes and temples, with a delicate and polite smirk, and at the end of the song, he would give her a beautiful rose, and then walk into the rain with a long black umbrella .The bleak wind and cold rain are in front of him, and the hustle and bustle of the floating world is behind him.

He is suitable for appearing in all the flashy Vanity Fairs, having a long-sleeved and dancing temperament but inexplicably indifferent communication, or appearing in court, eloquent for democracy and justice-not in a hospital in a white coat.

Zheng Qing, you are born to be refined and decent.

He is not suitable for the mad hospital, nor is he suitable for this gloomy forest covered with shade, nor is he suitable for these inexplicable horror worlds.

—He suddenly didn't want to call him a doctor.

Shen Lian was a little irritable, he really wanted to run over, but felt that it was not reserved, so he kept his original speed and continued to walk forward slowly.

His heart was beating "plop", "plop".

He thought that he would still have such a day of "feeling timid near his hometown".

When he realized what he was thinking just now, he was suddenly startled—he might have really drowned in the warm water.

Being close to his hometown, Zheng Qing is already his hometown for him.

He was dying and struggling, but seemed to accept his fate, and ran up in the last few steps, embracing the hometown.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time and stopped at the same time.

Shen Lian hugged Zheng Qing, looked into his eyes, and said, "Hey, let me hug you for a while."

Zheng Qing stopped moving.

Shen Lian was satisfied, and sighed, satisfied with the deathly silence around him, which gave him the illusion that time had frozen.

The monitors on the other end were also dead silent.

This is... what happened?

First, the puppets sat up. They thought the woods were going to go berserk, but they didn't expect that group of puppets to lie down again?

Then... where did this person walk in from! ?

"What's going on!?" A middle-aged man who looked like the leader shouted.

"Group...team leader, our previous RS thermal imaging technology shows that there are indeed no living things in this forest except for the target mission!"

The group leader froze for a moment and asked, "What about now?"

The person who answered him opened the image again, pointed to the small red dot in the middle of the screen and said, "This is the target person, and he is indeed the only living creature here."

The team leader pointed to the young man in a suit in the surveillance image: "Then what is this?"

Shen Lian still hugged Zheng Qing.

There was a gust of wind, and then he gradually felt something was wrong.

"Zheng Qing, why are you so cold?"

Seeing that he had had enough hugs, Zheng Qing asked, "What's the matter with your hair?"

Shen Lian stroked his hair, only to realize that he was still holding Tom Su's script in the non-mainstream killer style.

So he blinked at Zheng Qing and asked, "How do you feel?"

"The hairstyle is very unique." Zheng Qing said tactfully.

"No, I mean, the moment I blinked, did you feel an electric current concentrate in your heart?"

"I feel an electric current concentrating on my retina." Zheng Qing continued euphemistically.

"Didn't you think at that moment that I was all over the country, and you suddenly loved me to the point of death, and you were willing to give up the whole world for me?"

Zheng Qing raised his hand and touched Shen Lian's head, and said, "Hey, sleep."

Shen Lian continued: "Let me just say, it really makes sense for Xiao Biesheng to be newly married, but won't it be a bit harsh for us to sleep here?"

Zheng Qing laughed more and more gently: "I mean, when you sleep, you will have everything in your dreams."

"How do you know that I dreamed that I pressed you on the dining table yesterday..."

"Stop, talk about civility, establish a new style," Zheng Qing continued without changing his expression, "It's a pity that I only dream of idlers..."

Shen Lian interrupted him: "Are you imitating Yuan Zhen and confessing to me in reverse?"

"How to say?"

"You said 'Only dreams of idlers do not dream of kings', isn't that hiding the meaning that I am not an idler?"

Zheng Qing stroked Shen Lian's forehead tenderly, but his tone was rather harsh: "I'm not sick, but you've lost your mind because of illness."

"I dreamed of you in the middle of the night, you should remember that I pity you, I heard about you in the dream," Shen Lian said in a pretentious manner, without waiting for Zheng Qing to speak again, "My hair... um... awakened With a mess of abilities, it became like this."

Zheng Qing wanted to speak, but Shen Lian's finger was on his lips.

He moved closer to Zheng Qing, very close, when Zheng Qing thought he was going to do something inappropriate for children, he chuckled lightly and whispered to Zheng Qing.

"There are monitoring facilities in the forest." He said softly.

As soon as the words fell, something made a small sound.

"Okay." Zheng Qing said.

Shen Lian pressed Zheng Qing's lips with her fingers, as if to praise him.

When all the monitoring screens were grayed out, a group of people in the monitoring team were angrily scolding this piece of dog food who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.

Zheng Qing leaned back, avoiding Shen Lian's fingers that seemed to be stuffed into his mouth in the next second, and said, "I'm not human."

"I know you're a scum, you're not human." Shen Lian touched his cold face, and pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Dear Zheng Qing, would you mind playing with me in a script where the relationship between humans and ghosts is not over?"

Zheng Qing was silent for a moment, grabbed Shen Lian's other arm that was wrapped around his back, and dragged it to him.

From the very beginning, Shen Lian's hand was hidden behind his back.

He opened his fingers one by one, and saw the bloody palm.

——It was the wound caused by the neatly trimmed nails digging into the flesh.

It's easy to imagine how much effort the owner of this hand had to take to stay calm.

Shen Lian raised her head and looked at the miserable green forest branches and leaves above her head, but her vision was still blurred by the water vapor—it must be the fog in the forest.In fact, he saw something was wrong from the very beginning.

Whether it's from an inappropriate location, too cold body temperature, or the carotid artery he brushed against under the pretense of hugging, the non-pulsating carotid artery.

He sniffed, his voice still steady, no different from usual.He continued to babble: "Really, I dreamed that I pressed you on the dining table yesterday, and I'll tell you."

His voice is steady.

His word order is reversed.

Zheng Qing finally sighed, and gently blew on the wound on Shen Lian's hand, with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

He hugged Shen Lian again, he found that the person in his arms was as stiff as a log, and then began to tremble uncontrollably.

"You're sick again! Calm down! I'm fine!"

Shen Lian stopped talking.

Finally, Zheng Qing felt his neck was a little wet.

He caressed Shen Lian's back, from top to bottom along the spine, he couldn't laugh or cry: "You are good in everything, but you like to make up your mind, no matter what it is, you have to think in the worst direction."

Shen Lian still didn't speak.

"I didn't die in the task arranged by the system. To be precise, the system didn't arrange a task at all this time. I just passed through this time and became a zombie."

Shen Lian still buried her head in the back of his neck.

Then, Zheng Qing felt a different touch in the place where he felt the wetness just now.

Shen Lian was biting there, bleeding out from the bite.

He rubbed Shen Lian's hair cooperatively, and said, "Don't make trouble."

He knew what Shen Lian wanted to do - Shen Lian didn't want him to know where he was crying, so he just covered it up.

This is something Shen Lian would do, Shen Lian didn't want him to know that he cried because of his unnecessary death.

So Zheng Qing showed unprecedented tolerance for Shen Lian's cross-border behavior.

Shen Lian blew on his wound.

Zheng Qing shuddered in pain.

"Hey, stop playing."

Shen Lian's hands were still shaking, but he was satisfied with getting the reaction he wanted.

He bit it again, it had nothing to do with lust, but just to vent his anger.

Zheng Qing is very educated, he seldom swears, the only swear word he ever said was "Fuck Wilde", but now he says: "Shen Lian, you really owe..."

Shen Lian didn't want to hear what Zheng Qing said, so he bit on Zheng Qing's lips: "Do you know that I wanted to..."

Zheng Qing pushed him away, straightened his clothes, and said, "Did we know each other a few years ago?"

Shen Lian was taken aback.

Then Shen Lian became silent again.

"I came here to find you, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find my ex-girlfriend."

"..."

So Zheng Qing became silent.

"So we have to get out of the woods as soon as possible."

The two exchanged information as they walked.

"Walk for a few minutes and go out."

"What's the matter with the pile of corpses under your feet?" Shen Lian asked about the group of puppets who suddenly cheated on the corpses and then acted as well-behaved as puppets.

"The consciousness of this forest is afraid of me."

"Yo, I can't tell, you're still a big boss."

"Don't dare," Zheng Qing was habitually modest, "This time I became the zombie king."

"...you owe not only that, but also a beating."

"It's really annoying. Before I took over, the zombie king was determined to destroy the world and human civilization, and he was cultivating rape everywhere."

"..." Shen Lian had a bad premonition.

"I'm not interested in destroying the world and turning humans into rations for zombies, so since I took over, I have never dealt with related matters, nor have I contacted those nails in humans."

"..."

"Why don't you speak again?"

"You missed a few hundred million, do you know?"

"what?"

Shen Lian took out her mobile phone, pointed to a text message number, and said, "Is it you?"

"Uh-huh?"

Shen Lian smiled and said, "I'm the traitor. If we keep in touch, maybe we'll be in touch long ago."

The case was solved, and he finally knew where the mysterious "over there" on the phone was.

Zheng Qing couldn't laugh or cry.

"However, even if we continue to communicate, we may act separately in order to maintain the characters. I deeply feel the malice of the system. Speaking of the system, it smoked this time? Why hasn't the mission been released yet? Could it be that it wants to Blunt knives grind people? Huh, I seem to have forgotten something..."

Zheng Qing seems to be in a good mood, but Shen Lian should never remember the existence of something.

"By the way, where is Painted Skin Ghost? Where is my dear Wan Wan?"