Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

At 21:00, lights are turned off.

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This was the second night, Xu Zhaohe sat at the table and opened the diary again.

The diary glowed cheerfully, triumphantly.

"Tuesday, the weather, sunny.

Today, we played games outside. It was very fun. Mother Yuan also played with us, but she cried while playing...

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Friday, weather, light rain.

Kindergarten has become so strange recently, why are the chicks and bunnies gone...

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Monday, weather, windy.

...I'm so scared, who will save me!

--help me! "

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In the middle of the night, Xu Zhaohe seemed to be able to hear miserable cries for help. Xu Zhaohe's brows became tighter and tighter. The diary gave a clue. This is a real diary, and it was written by a child.

From the above, the problem should be on the original mother.

So is Mama Hara the ghost who died in kindergarten?

Who is that demon?

Is there any connection between them?

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Are they the same person?

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It's a pity that the diary won't give him the answer, it shines with due diligence, today the boss is not here, it can let itself go!

"Washing and washing, we're playing games today, we're in a circle, we close the door, who's going to throw the handkerchief?

Laughing and boisterous and jumping, tonight we throw handkerchiefs, ten people, hand in hand, who is the handkerchief for?

......"

Game time, it's time to start...

Xu Zhaohe closed the diary, his dark eyes merged into the night, and were dotted with tiny light...

——22:00——

【Ding!Players are welcome to enter this round of game time!Please players love each other and try to be a good boy! 】

The dark room was silent, and then there was a "squeak", a person walked out and walked into the bright corridor.

Everything seemed to have disappeared, outside was a thick black mist, and in front of him were 12 closed doors.

There was a cheerful voice from a child: [Throw, throw, throw, throw the handkerchief, gently put it behind the kid, don’t tell him— hurry up and catch him, hurry up and catch him...]

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Inside the door, Dongqiao sat at the table and clutched the diary in front of him. This BGM sounded really creepy. It was obviously a game they often played in childhood, but it seemed completely different.

In short, he shouldn't be so unlucky...

No, definitely not!He deliberately took Cheng Yan and Du Yuxin with him before, and pushed them up in everything, so it definitely couldn't be him!

It won't be his turn!

The diary started to light up again, and Dongqiao immediately opened it in a hurry.

"12 doors, 10 choices, oops, who do you choose? Who do you choose to play with me?

Looking east, looking west, kicking, treading, walking over...

Throwing a handkerchief is really fun. Do you want to play a game with me? "

What, what do you mean!What does it mean!

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead little by little, Dongqiao clutched the diary tightly, what the hell does this mean!

What do you want to play games with him?He doesn't want to!

The singing in his ears kept echoing, and the diary in front of him gloated, and he could hear his thunderous heartbeat, which was suddenly interrupted by a "duk tuk tuk"!

It's a knock!

Dongqiao suddenly turned his head, no, it's impossible, what the hell is going on!

Breathing faster and faster, no, can't open the door!Mediterranean Sea and Ma Zhao are the best examples!Never open the door!

But the voice outside the door persisted, knocking more and more urgently, and then suddenly, it opened...

Dongqiao tightly grasped the prop in his hand, watching a black figure getting closer and closer, just before he was about to swing the prop up, the man hurriedly stopped him.

When I raised my heart, I suddenly fell down: "Why are you..."

"...Well, it's me."

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Dead again.

On the morning of the third day, Xu Zhaohe pushed open the door and looked at the number plate as usual, it was still number 12.

He glanced, looked again, then frowned and touched it lightly, correcting it.

He walked out of the bedroom area, and everyone was gathering in front of the slide, which was in a mess. Dried blood stained the entire slide, leaving another long trace.

They found a hand on the ground with two big characters beside it - Dongqiao.

This time he died outside, it should have happened last night.

Du Yuxin and Cheng Yan cried together in a broken hug. The young couple stood outside, rubbed their faces with their bald heads, and asked Xu Zhaohe, "Any thoughts?"

Xu Zhaohe found a clean place to lean against, and after a moment of silence, he said, "...the one who threw the handkerchief is a human being."

Standing next to him, Conan's expression was not very good, and he asked, "Brother Watson, how do you know?"

"First, the bedroom is a safe area..."

"But those two died in the bedroom on the first night." It was Jiang Zhouling who spoke.

Xu Zhaohe glanced at her, and continued: "Yes, so since the devil can enter, why bother to bring him out and kill him? And there is no sign of struggle in the room?"

Everyone stopped talking, and Xu Zhaohe continued: "The first night, because they were not in their safe zone, the demons could go in and kill them, but last night, no one was in the wrong room, so it must be someone who opened the door. His door, that person, is the one who threw the handkerchief..."

Having said that, Xu Zhaohe glanced at everyone: "I have a question."

Bald head: "You say."

Xu Zhaohe straightened his body, and said in a cold voice, "Can you kill people here?"

"..."

Everyone didn't speak for a while, what does this mean?

Knowing that he was a newcomer, Conan took the initiative to break the calm: "No."

"Brother Watson, you are entering the game for the first time. You will know after you clear this dungeon. There is no law here. There is only one final rule: people cannot kill people."

Xu Zhaohe nodded, this is interesting.A place full of ghosts and ghosts who may die at any time, but it requires people's ultimate bottom line.

Ren Ji took a step forward, a little irritated: "So what do you mean, you mean someone deliberately killed Dongqiao by the hands of the devil? Why?"

Xu Zhaohe lowered his eyes: "We have to ask that person..."

"you--"

"Okay." The bald head broke the deadlock and took out Dongqiao's diary. There was only one sentence on it: My friend and I are playing a game.

"So at least Watson is right in one point. It is a man who throws the handkerchief, and I think only that man knows the rules."

After the bald head finished speaking, he glanced around, but no one acknowledged it, so he continued: "I don't know whose body the handkerchief is on now, whether it is the dead Dongqiao, or the person from last night, or the reshuffling of the cards... I I want to say, this is a copy, our enemies are ghosts, don't kill each other."

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Seeing everyone's thoughtful expressions, the bald head said again: "Okay, hurry up and wash up, the time is coming."

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The morning class is a hobby class. Everyone can choose handicrafts or painting according to their own preferences. Conan found the right opportunity and came to Xu Zhaohe's side again.

"Brother Watson, why did the person who threw the handkerchief kill Dongqiao?"

Xu Zhaohe glanced at him, and Conan scratched his head in embarrassment. Although he entered the game for the second time, in terms of thinking, he is definitely a good boy under the light of socialism!

Xu Zhaohe organized his words: "Kill people and silence them."

"what?"

"Mother Yuan hates bad kids the most. Bad kids will be punished..."

Conan continued to scratch his head: "It's related to this? But isn't there more in the future, please players love each other and try to be a good boy?"

Yes, there is still the second half of the sentence... Unfortunately, no one dares to bet.

Xu Zhaohe did not continue this topic: "To find clues, go to the drawing room first."

Conan was taken away immediately: "Okay."

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When the two arrived, they saw that the bald head seemed to be explaining something to his two big protectors. Both of them nodded and began to look for their own clues.

The drawing room was as dilapidated as the outside, the wooden floor was pitted, and the walls were covered with paints of various colors, most of which were red, but of course they might not be paints.

There are various tools on the table, and there are a few paintings at the back of the classroom. Xu Zhaohe went to have a look, and it was quite normal at first, drawing parks, drawing children playing games together, drawing underwater world...

But in the back, there appeared a large area of ​​black, brain pulp eyeballs, red blood and some broken arms and limbs.

Just as he thought, this place was normal at first, but for some unknown reason, it suddenly changed to what it is now.

"Brother Watson, come and see!"

Xu Zhaohe turned his head and saw Conan holding a painting and waving at him.

He walked over, and in the painting were a few children smiling happily, and there was a person in the middle, quite abstract, but he recognized it, it was the original mother.

And the name of the painting is - "We and the Director".

Conan sighed: "Looking at their appearance, the relationship with the original mother is quite good."

Xu Zhaohe didn't answer, and suddenly said after a long while: "I was in the office before, did you see any photos or something?"

Conan thought for a while and shook his head: "No, besides the teacher's work card, the teacher's head was crossed off... What's wrong?"

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"We have to go again."

"what?"

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office.

Everyone has been looking for clues, and the office has become more messy than it was at the beginning.

Xu Zhaohe glanced around, then rolled up his sleeves and turned around. Although Conan didn't know the purpose of doing this, he also started to look for it, but after a while he suddenly said: "Brother Watson, the list...is gone. .”

Xu Zhaohe was silent for a while: "It should have been taken away."

Conan was puzzled: "Why did that man take a death list for no reason, isn't he afraid of accidents?"

Xu Zhaohe turned around and continued to search: "Don't worry about him."

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There were miscellaneous things on the table, and soon, Xu Zhaohe found the teacher's work card from last time. He looked carefully, and the person on it was wearing a green skirt, and it should be a female teacher.

He paused, and then began to look for it on this desk.

I don't know how many times the above has been turned over, even if there are clues, it should have been discovered long ago, or it was accidentally destroyed.

Xu Zhaohe frowned, then suddenly squatted down.

In general horror movies, there will be surprises under the table...

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The space below is not big enough to hide anything, but there is a trace of blood splattered on it. Xu Zhaohe tried his best to dig in, and then in a very small corner, he found a line of crooked words: Help me!

It can be imagined that there was a little child hiding inside, trembling and begging for someone to save him, but in the end, it turned into a trail of blood...

He couldn't tell what it was like, Xu Zhaohe just wanted to back out, but accidentally bumped his head, he froze for a moment, then touched the top of his head.

On it, there is something sealed...

He tore it off carefully, and Conan also came over at this time, "Brother Watson, what did you find?"

Xu Zhaohe spread out his hands, it was a photo!

In the photo, a woman in a green dress is holding a little boy.

The woman's head was crossed out, and the little boy was wearing a blue and white uniform with a red line on his neck...

On the back of the photo, there are two words: Mom.

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Monday, weather, windy.

It was overcast and cloudy outside, and it seemed that there would be a heavy rain at any time, washing away the grievances everywhere.

The whistling wind sounded like a child's shrill scream, mixed with eerie laughter, resounding through the entire sky.

In the office, red blood and internal organs were everywhere. A thin boy hid under the table tremblingly, tears streaming down his face.

He didn't know what was going on, but he didn't dare to make a sound, his mother told him to hide here and rushed out by himself.

The little boy held a photo tightly in his hand, which was given to him by his mother.

He dare not move, but he is afraid, who will save him?He misses his mother so much...

The yellow dust was rolled up into the sky, and the sky was very overcast. After the silence, there was a sudden sound of footsteps!

"My dear boy, where are you?"

The little man covered his mouth tightly, trembling all over, he kept begging, but in the end, he still stepped into the office!

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"My favorite heart, liver and lungs, cut out, make wine and drink,

The arms and legs are not wasted, put them in the pot and heat them up,

There are still ten fingers, fingers, don't lose them, don't lose them..."

The hoarse voice sang softly, approaching step by step, the little man shrank in desperately, but the footsteps seemed to be teasing him, and kept turning around, until the chair was suddenly lifted, and a face slammed Appear in front of you!

"Hehe, here it is..."

Reflected in the eyes of fear, it is a distorted and deformed face...

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"Help, save me..."