When someone with depression enters the horror game

[When everyone is seated

The ceremony begins, the sound of drumming

Heavy and strong, beating, beating

Until my consciousness becomes numb]

Strapped to a chair, he listened in horror to the footsteps coming closer and closer to the basement, as if the sound were death's drum beating by the Grim Reaper.

Squeak - the door opened.

The basement was that musty, dank smell, very dark.The man stood in the shadows dressed in black.

But he still saw the man's face clearly.

Then his eyes widened.

He wanted to step back, but only made a little noise when the chair legs rubbed against the ground; he wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was stuffed and glued.

The man gracefully took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his jacket pocket, and opened it with his slender fingers, as if he was asking the lamb on the chair, or talking to himself: "382,27,117, 27, [-], Your student number is [-], right?"

He didn't expect the person in the chair to answer, but showed a condescending smile and picked up a mace.

Shen Lian's family changed another mirror.

Shen Lian looked at herself in the mirror.

He has a straight face, and the one in the mirror is smiling.

He sat in front of the mirror and tilted his head.

"Hey, what the hell are you?"

In the mirror, he smiled and said nothing.

"You said that the doctor survived, isn't it amazing?"

In the mirror, he still smiled and said nothing, and lay down in the freezer.

Hmm... It was like mocking him for committing suicide so many times and still not being able to die, yet he still had the face to say that it was miraculous for others to survive.

Shen Lian supported her head with her hands: "This world is not scary, it is not as scary as Xinshou Village..."

The one in the mirror still smiled and didn't speak.

"Smile, smile, you know how to laugh."

Shen Lian wanted to remove the mirror again and threw it out from the third floor.

Then he sat up straight suddenly, with a paralyzed face, and asked a crucial question in a tone without any ups and downs.

"Mirror mirror, who is the most handsome man in the world."

This stupid mirror will only show his image, isn't the answer a certainty?Shen Lian thought contentedly.

In the mirror, he suddenly stopped smiling.

The image of another person appeared on the mirror.

Shen Lian didn't know this person, but he felt familiar.

Who is it?He couldn't think about it, the more he thought about it, the more his head hurt, like the kind of bone marrow needle in the hospital was inserted into his head.

If I can't remember, I don't want to.

He took a picture of the person in the mirror, took out a mace, and smashed the mirror.

"Who told you not to think I'm the most handsome man," he muttered.

He looked at the people in the photo again.

Really familiar, I must have seen it somewhere.

"Not much more handsome than me." He touched his face, and then caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

"……late."

He always forgets that he is still the flower of the motherland and the future of the nation.

He hurried downstairs with his schoolbag in hand, went to South Street to buy a cup of soy milk, then went to North Street to buy two beef buns, and then walked slowly to the school.

"Report!" Shen Lian gave a report, interrupting the math teacher's drawing circle hand.

The supposedly perfect circle dragged a long tail.

The math teacher pushed his glasses and looked at Shen Lian at the door of the classroom.

"go out."

The whole class laughed.

Like a king about to be crowned by the pope, Shen Lian entered the classroom with her head held high and sat on her seat.

This is how "Shen Lian" is set up in this world.

The deskmate bumped into Shen Lian's arm and gave Shen Lian something.

"Here, the almond chocolate that Xiaopang gave you."

Shen Lian put the chocolate in her pocket and asked, "Where are the others?"

"It seems that he had a fever and went to the hospital last night, but I guess he will definitely come to the cultural performance tomorrow. He likes to watch the excitement the most."

"Yeah." Shen Lian absently opened the book.

The school auditorium is an old building decades ago. It has mottled walls, red curtains and wooden floors. It is out of place among a bunch of modern buildings, like a hen in a flock of cranes.

Everyone is reluctant to tear it down.

After all, when there are more and more cranes and fewer and fewer chickens, it is clear at a glance who is more precious.

The girls on the stage are dancing ballet, with light toes, elegant and beautiful.

The boys watched the dance and looked at the beautiful girls, but the hearts of the girls were not on the stage. Their hearts followed the host just off the stage and floated into the kingdom of pink bubbles.

The host was wearing an elegant three-piece suit with a brass pocket watch hanging on it. A corner of the scarf was exposed in the pocket of his jacket. He had a narrow waist and long legs. He had both youthful innocence and tenderness that did not match his age.

He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that looked very refined and scum.

Shen Lian watched the show, and listened to the chattering of the tablemate sitting next to her excitedly: "Ah, that little brother is Zheng Qing, a senior in high school, so handsome, I want to marry him!"

"Oh." Shen Lian replied to her.

He didn't expect that the doctor was also in this school.

The dance on the stage was coming to an end, and the girl finally danced to the death of the swan, which was sad and beautiful.

Tragedy, after all, is tearing up something beautiful for others to see.

The song is over.

The host came on stage again, and said in a magnetic voice, "The next show is "Lake Baikal."

"How could he be a host?" Shen Lian complained, "He turned the host into an announcer."

"It's fine to be handsome." The deskmate continued to be nympho.

The red curtain opened, and the audience was silent.