I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.13 days·singing ballads

It was the first time for everyone to see a child in the death row prison, with a face so pale that it was almost dark purple, it didn't look like a living person.

"Ghost...it's a ghost!" The scream was like a heavy-bomb-bomb, falling into the silent crowd.

Immediately everyone scattered like birds.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci rushed into the building at the same time and rushed up to the tenth floor in one breath.

The entire tenth floor was used as a sundry storage, full of cardboard boxes and rows of metal racks, and the surrounding walls were left unrepaired for a long time, revealing mottled original wall cement.

The white curtains by the window were blown up by the wind. From a distance, it looked like a woman in a white gauze dress standing by the window.

As soon as Feng Huai entered the tenth floor, the blood-melting ants in his sleeves became agitated.

He lightly pressed the cuff with one hand, while warning Yu Ci in a low voice: "That thing is still here. It's very dangerous."

"En." Yu Ci nodded slightly in response.

"Hee hee hee... Twelve ears are gone!" The child's clear laughter like copper bells seemed to sound from the other side far away, echoing in the empty tenth floor.

Feng Huai heard the sound of the debate, turned around abruptly, and caught a glimpse of a short figure flashing by an iron frame out of the corner of his eye.

He frowned, feeling deceitful, and didn't leave directly.

Sure enough, the next second, the iron frame suddenly fell to the ground. If the iron frame weighing hundreds of kilograms hits someone, he will not die or be paralyzed.

Feng Huai took a deep breath, the kid here is really poisonous.

Yu Ci and Feng Huai looked at each other, and they stopped side by side and leaned against their backs, looking around.

Feng Huai said in a low voice: "Did you hear what that brat said? It's the ears again."

"Well, the twelve ears are missing, which should refer to the five people who died in prison and the rabbit fur whose ears were removed." Yu Ci said in a deep voice.

If they didn't find the rabbit fur in time, the rabbit fur would die too.

"The nursery rhymes on the walkie-talkie were also talking to the ears." Feng Huai recalled, "Do you still remember how the nursery rhymes were sung?"

Yu Ci paused, and frowned, thinking: "Who has long ears, who has short ears, and whose ears can hear far?"

"Whoever hears farther, the dean's ears hear farther." Feng Huai corrected, "The 26 ears are gone."

"Twenty-six ears, that is, thirteen people." Yu Ci said, "So, the thirteen people in the nursery rhyme are all dead."

Yu Ci recalled the notebook and said, "There were 13 children adopted in the orphanage back then."

Feng Huai's eyes darkened slightly: "The thirteen children are all dead?"

"I don't know, I haven't had time to look at the notebook after I got it." Yu Ci said, "The notebook is in my office."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the safe passage leading to the tenth floor closed with a "bang", and the windows on both sides also fell down, making a loud and orderly noise.

"It seems that the master here doesn't intend to let you go back and get the notebook." Feng Huai said.

Yu Ci narrowed his eyes slightly, he looked around, and said in a deep voice: "Then subdue it before going back."

Feng Huai smiled, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Okay."

The two acted separately in a very tacit understanding.

The raised clothes corners are like ghosts on the tenth floor, quickly shuttling between dozens of iron frames.

The figure of the gray-and-white kid can be seen everywhere on the tenth floor, as if playing hide-and-seek with the two of them.

Gradually, Feng Huai and Yu Ci sensed that something was wrong, and they approached each other unknowingly, and finally leaned against each other back to back again, panting slightly.

"Not quite right." Feng Huai coughed twice, feeling a dull pain in his chest.

"There's more than one kid." Yu Citong

time to speak.

Hearing Feng Huai's cough, he turned his head to look over, and saw the man's lips were pale, and his brows were slightly raised, as if he was holding back something.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned around to support Feng Huai: "What's going on? It hurts again?"

"It's nothing." Feng Huai frowned, and pushed Yu Ci's hand away, obviously not happy to be treated as a patient who needed to be taken care of.

Seeing this, Yu Ci restrained his movements a little, and his eyes stayed on Feng Huai's chest, as if he was confirming something.

Feng Huai avoided Yu Ci's gaze uncomfortably, and Yu Ci's gaze gave him an illusion, as if the other party knew something inside.

There was a blood hole in the chest of his body, and he was not in a good state when he took it over. If I remember correctly, that place should be some morgue.

Although it is not known what method the system used to revive him, it is clear that this matter should be a secret between him and the system, rather than being known by a third party.

"You said there's more than one little ghost?" Feng Huai said, avoiding the strange gaze, and pondered, "If they want to kill us, then we can't play hide-and-seek with them so leisurely here."

Yu Ci nodded in agreement: "In other words, what purpose did they keep us here for?"

"Purpose..." Feng Huai murmured.

As far as he could see, a little ghost poked his head out from the iron frame, met Feng Huai's gaze, and quickly shrank back - like playing hide-and-seek.

A crisp sound of metal falling to the ground came from the iron frame, and Feng Huai noticed an old rusty metal name card falling on the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, and gently wiped off the rust stains on it: "Wang Yanming."

As soon as he finished speaking, the kid suddenly appeared behind the iron frame above his head.

Yu Ci's eyes turned cold, and he stared at the kid closely, the dagger in his hand glowed coldly.

"Wait a minute." Feng Huai called to stop Yu Ci.

He looked up at the little ghost, and found a trace of fear and grievance in the little ghost's gray face and pale eyes.

Feng Huai felt a little unbelievable, he tentatively asked: "Wang Yanming?"

The little ghost quickly got off the iron frame, and appeared in front of Feng Huai in a blink of an eye, standing up straight, like a good boy.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci looked at each other.

Yu Ci stepped forward with a cold face: "What do you want to do?"

The little ghost tilted his head, took two steps back in fear and looked at Yu Ci, and disappeared in place two seconds later.

Feng Huai glanced at Yu Ci with disgust on his face: "You scared the brat away."

Yu Ci: "..."

Thinking that the clues were disconnected, Feng Huai held the old metal name card in his hand, and was slightly puzzled: "What does that kid mean by giving this to me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the sound of the iron box falling to the ground.

When the two heard the sound, they saw an old tin box on the ground fell to the ground, and the small copper lock opened as soon as it fell, and a similar metal name card rolled out.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci were obviously taken aback.

Including the ones on the ground, there are a total of thirteen Ming cards, which are exactly the thirteen children who stayed in the orphanage back then.

While the two were thinking about what Mingka meant, little ghosts with almost the same appearance appeared quietly around Yu Ci and Feng Huai.

Seeing this, Feng Huai tentatively read out the names on the name cards one by one: "Mao Xiaoli?"

A thin girl with ponytails stood up and looked at Feng Huai with her pale eyes rolling expressionlessly.

"Lu Weikang."

"Jin Xiaokai."

"..."

The thirteen children whose names were called stood together neatly, looking at Yu Ci and Feng Huai in silence.

Feng Huai took a light breath,

The head said to Yu Ci: "I think they want to express something."

The thirteen little ghosts moved in unison. They walked to the window, stood straight, and faced the same place.

Yu Ci looked over, frowning slightly: "Rose Garden."

Feng Huai understood: "There must be something hidden there, something they want to get."

Yu Ci turned to the thirteen little ghosts and said, "In this case, we can retrieve the things for you and return them to their original owners."

The thirteen little ghosts looked at Yu Ci together.

"But you have to revoke the barrier, at least get us out of here." Yu Ci said.

After he finished speaking, he didn't expect the thirteen little ghosts in front of him to suddenly panic, showing a trace of fear and uneasiness.

Seeing this, Yu Ci frowned slightly, and said to Feng Huai in a low voice: "Could it be that there is something here that scares these brats? It's not that they don't want us to leave?"

Feng Huai was taken aback when he heard the words, and then reacted abruptly—the blood-melting ants, who had been commotioning since he approached the tenth floor, did not show any more violent reactions when facing the dozen or so little ghosts.

In other words, the thing that caused the commotion of the blood melting ants here is someone else!

He cursed secretly, and hurriedly reminded: "Be careful."

As soon as the two finished speaking, the thirteen little ghosts in front of them suddenly disappeared without a trace, but the creepy ballad suddenly sounded in the air——

"Who has short ears, Lily has short ears..."

"Who has pointed ears, Xiao Ming's ears are pointed..."

"Whoever's ears can hear far, the dean's ears can hear far..."

"26 ears, hee hee, all gone!"

The Blood Fusion Ant in Feng Huai's sleeve stirred up again, almost rushing out of the sleeve.

His pupils shrank, and he warned in a low voice: "Something is coming!"

At the gate, a man with a round belly swaggered in like a patrol.

Yu Ci and Feng Huai quickly hid between the iron frame and the cardboard box.

The man was wearing an ill-fitting tunic suit from the last century, and he looked like a gray ball.

His face was gray and pale, just like other little ghosts, his pale pupils were rolled, and he walked like a crooked penguin, with his arms rolled back.

He raised his head, sniffed vigorously in the air, and suddenly screamed:

"Come out! Come out for me!"

"Bad boys! Naughty bastards! I hear your voices!"

"Can't you hear what I'm saying!?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going to punish you."

"Since your ears are ornaments, let them be real ornaments!"

Yu Ci and Feng Huai looked at each other.

The ballad sung by those thirteen little ghosts sounded again in the air, this time the singing seemed more urgent and shrill than usual——

"Who has short ears, Lily has short ears..."

"Who has pointed ears, Xiao Ming's ears are pointed..."

"Whoever's ears can hear far, the dean's ears can hear far..."

"26 ears, hee hee, all gone!"

This time, both Yu Ci and Feng Huai understood the meaning, and felt chills from the bottom of their hearts.

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感谢在2020-11-0601:12:55~2020-11-0700:10:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!