When someone with depression enters the horror game

"Did you accidentally drop your head?" Shen Lian asked.

The thin man replied blankly: "Yes, yes, we fought after we quarreled, they pushed me, and then I broke my head."

The thin man stretched his face forward, leaned close to Shen Lian, pointed to the long wound on his forehead, and said, "Look, it's right here, it hit the chair!"

"Then you are really unlucky." Shen Lian sighed.

"Isn't that so," the thin man sighed, "They insisted that I was the one who got up in the middle of the night and accidentally fell down..."

Shen Lian nodded to show that he understood, then he glanced at the clock and said suddenly: "It's 55:[-]! We're going to be late! Let's go! Let's go!!"

Then he grabbed the thin man's arm and pulled him out of the door.

The thin man was pulled forward a few steps by him, staggered a few times, his dead face was full of bewilderment.

"Do you want to go to the cafeteria to buy breakfast?" Shen Lian asked for advice.

"Uh...no need." The thin man said.

After knowing the reasons for these abnormalities in the dormitory, Shen Lian seemed to have something on his mind, and planned to continue spending a few days here.

"I don't know how Painted Skin Ghost is doing now," he thought while biting the tip of his pen, "Chinese teacher's class is too boring."

During the lunch break, the dormitory was still stagnant, Shen Lian maintained an attitude of being irrelevant and high-spirited, not caring about the dead and those who were about to die, and fell asleep on the bed by herself.

The aroma of the pillow is getting stronger and stronger.

Shen Lian was half asleep and half awake thinking, what is in the pillow that smells so fragrant?

Shen Lian had a dream, Zhang Wanniang in the dream came slowly.

The phoenix bun is slanted into emerald green, and the mandarin shoes are small calendered red—very in line with the artistic conception of "looking at each other and suspecting that it is in the soul of a dream".

"I was still thinking about you this morning. I didn't expect to dream of you so soon."

Zhang Wanniang rolled her eyes: "Do you know what the earliest communication method is?"

Shen Lian thought for a long time, then said stupidly: "It's just word of mouth."

Zhang Wanniang stroked her hair, and said in a contemptuous tone, "It's a dream."

Shen Lian was speechless.

...you are right.

One person and one ghost were relatively silent for a while, Shen Lian asked: "So you are dreaming for me?"

"Well, you're almost back to your original world."

"This is a happy event." Shen Lian said.

"However... something could go wrong in the meantime."

"How to say?"

"I don't know which small world you are in now, how should I put it..." Zhang Wanniang organized her words and continued, "The current time and space are chaotic, and some world lines may be distorted..."

"What effect will it have?"

"Let me think about it, you might meet yourself in a parallel world, or yourself in a different timeline. How about it, interesting?"

"I'm really not interested in myself..."

"Ok?"

"Okay, if you say it's interesting, it's interesting. I seem to have really met me this time."

"How does it feel?"

"After chatting for a few days, I don't have more connotations than me." Shen Lian said seriously.

"Hey... do you have something like connotation?"

"I think it's okay," Shen Lian cupped her face maliciously, "Look, not only do I have connotations, but I'm also good-looking."

"Give it up, you look good? Where did you put my flourishing beauty?"

"Let's change the subject, I'm a little sick." Shen Lian shook her goosebumps.

"Hiss... Actually, I am too."

"So you came to me this time to remind me of the parallel world?"

"Not all of them. I also want to tell you that you can take your time."

"understood."

"Don't worry, just wave casually, you won't die if you wave."

"It's okay if the wave dies."

"You can do whatever you want, you can do whatever you want...I'm leaving..." Zhang Wanniang smiled.

That smile is like a flower in the fog, like snow before the wind, ethereal and lingering, soft and distant.

Shen Lian was in a trance for a moment, and then he said seriously: "See you later."

"See you by fate." The woman left such a cold and heartless sentence and disappeared completely.

Shen Lian sat up abruptly from the bed.

He hasn't completely escaped from that illusory state, and he is sweating all over his body.

For a moment, he was bewildered by Zhang Wanniang's last smile, it was a feeling of panic...a fear of losing his whereabouts due to flying clouds.

Then he felt that he was thinking too much, that woman's skin can always deceive people.

He decided to continue dawdling.

In campus life, an ordinary afternoon passed by.

Shen Lian fetched a basin of water and sat by the bed to soak her feet.

He was bored and inattentive.

The thin man sat on the bunk opposite and stared at him.

Shen Lian bent down to look at the foot basin, suddenly as if struck by lightning.

——He saw purple-red clouds hovering over his feet.

He raised his head abruptly, meeting the thin man's eyes.

The thin man's eyes were full of malice and teasing. He saw Shen Lian raised his head and opened the corners of his mouth to Shen Lian, revealing eight teeth.

Shen Lian touched her feet, the skin was a little loose.

Purple-red, cloudy - corpse spots.

All the details were replayed in Shen Lian's mind, and his thoughts changed sharply, and he blurted out: "I'm dead? That's right... I'm dead."

Why at the beginning, the four people in the dormitory formed a small group, and he was not in that small group; why the others got up so early and never called him; why at 12 o'clock, all living people would Forced to go back to the dormitory, but he was still able to hide in the bathroom; why the thin man found him at that time, but did not take any substantive actions; why the thin man looked at him suspiciously; why the thin man could have a friendly and harmonious conversation with him...

Because he is already dead!

"That's right, you're already dead," said the thin man.

"When did I die?" Shen Lian thought.

So many details, one by one, one by one, were ignored by him carelessly... Why is it so fragrant beside the pillow?Shen Lian thought.

He took out a pair of scissors, climbed onto the bed, and cut open the pillow with one pair of scissors.

The contents of the pillow were exposed.

Packets full of parabens stuffed in that pillow!

……preservative? ?Shen Lian touched her face in a daze.

There is one more thing, the most important "why"-why can people think after death?

I pursue death just to shut down my eyes and stop the operation of my brain.

If you can still think after death, it is no different from living in pain—perhaps there is a difference. After death, your brain will be duller, and people will not think of the fact that "you are already dead".

Shen Lian sat on the edge of the bed sadly.

"Spots are ugly," he thought.

He sat alone for a while, then brainwashed himself to cheer himself up.

"It would be embarrassing for me to be planted here. The key is that the corpse spots are so ugly."

So he forced himself to think.

The scent in the pillow was there as soon as he arrived in this dormitory.

If these choking preservatives really do preserve freshness... oh, that's stupid...

If the role of these suffocating preservatives is really to preserve freshness, it means that "Shen Lian" died before that phone call.

Shen Lian suddenly remembered that the name of this dungeon was "Midnight Ring"... Ring?

He recalled carefully.

["Hello? Hello."

"Hi anchor, my name is Shen Lian."

"I'm a student in Luocheng No. [-] Middle School, and it happened recently..."]

At this time, Shen Lian was already dead!

Shen Lian suddenly realized something.

Shen Lian in the parallel world, although not as connotative as her own, and stupid enough to use preservatives to keep it fresh, is still sinister and vicious.

Even if they are dead, they are still uneasy to live. A black heart has an unexpectedly strong desire to survive.

Shen Lian searched all the folklore and horror stories in the knowledge reserve, and came to a classic conclusion.

I was found by myself to replace the dead ghost.

It was a really new and novel experience.

Shen Lian poured the footwashing water, pulled the quilt over her head and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, it was still time for him to have a harmonious conversation with the thin man.

"Why did you look at me suspiciously before?" Shen Lian asked knowingly.

"Because you are different from before." The thin man replied.

Shen Lian asked with interest: "What's the difference?"

"Well, in short, it doesn't feel right..." the thin man said.

"Do you want to know why something is wrong?" Shen Lian persuasively.

"Why?" The thin man gave Shen Lian a lot of face.

"That's because I'm not the Shen Lian who killed you before." Shen Lian said.

"how is this possible……"

"How is it impossible? He was slaughtered by you, but he refused to accept his fate and asked me to take the place of the dead ghost. So the two of us were replaced. I died and the other lived."

"Really?!" The thin man said angrily.

"I'm not familiar with that person... You can also tell that we are different, no two leaves are the same in the world, and so are ghosts, right?"

The thin man stared at Shen Lian carefully again, as if distinguishing two different souls.

"You said... Should he die?" Shen Lian said with a smile.

He also didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to know such a self, so happy to live, but, I kill myself, it's so fun, hehe.

Shen Lian was immersed in her own thoughts, but she didn't see the thin man's eyes suddenly turned red, and then blood dripped out.

"Is he really not dead yet? Damn him," he heard the thin man say.

"Then let's go and kill him tonight, shall we?"

"Okay." The thin man smiled.

When it was nearly twelve midnight, Shen Lian called the radio station, and when the phone rang, she said to the thin man, "This ringing is too loud."

"That's right." The thin man said sadly.

"But Shen Lian is on the other end of the phone," Shen Lian said, "You can crawl over the phone."

The bell continued to ring.

Seven, eight, nine... The call is connected.

"Hello? Hello, I'm Shen Lian." The person on the other end of the phone said.

Shen Lian looked at the thin man.

Then he saw the thin man remove his head.

The thin man pinched his own cap with both hands, and Shen Lian even heard the crackling sound of the thin man's skull breaking in a very short time.

A headless man pinched his own head, and squeezed that head into a meat sauce like plasticine.

In other words, it was a mass of blood, mixed with white and yellow...

Then the ball of blood started to change shape again, slipping in from outside the screen of Shen Lian's phone.