Thriller game in beta [unlimited]

The woman is indeed not dead yet, she is struggling in a pool of blood, her body is constantly twitching, and her bones are broken, she is wriggling like a boneless worm, blood flows from her eyes, nose, and mouth, tearing her white dress Stained in large swaths of red.

The figure of the young woman appeared downstairs, and she was followed by a man who looked five points like Chen Nanjia, probably Chen Nanjia's father, Chen Zhaofeng.

The man was a little unhappy, and argued with the young woman. The two of them were probably afraid of being heard, and their voices were not loud. Sha Tang and the others could not hear clearly standing on the second floor.

"Chen Zhaofeng is complaining, saying that he shouldn't have killed her so early, and there are still things he hasn't asked. He wants to know where my dowry is."

The cold words rang in his ears, Sha Tang shuddered, and turned around to find that Shen Qingmei was standing beside her, very close, and Shen Qingmei, who hadn't died yet, was still lying downstairs in a pool of blood, and had become an evil ghost Shen Qingmei was by her side, this feeling was really weird, like looking in the mirror in the middle of the night and seeing herself covered in blood.

"Remember?" Chen He was very calm, not frightened at all.

"En." Shen Qingmei didn't say much, her eyes fixed on the man downstairs.

Watching helplessly as the man put her still alive on his shoulders and sent her to the bathroom, watched the man change her into a green cheongsam like a shroud, and in order to pretend to commit suicide, he cut her wrist open with a knife and cut her Blood smeared the entire room.

A man and a woman stood by her side and watched her blood drain little by little until she died completely.

The picture goes through, and I don't know how long it took. Her body was picked up from the water by the man and placed in her favorite studio. The cement covered her face and body. The sun and air were deprived little by little, and finally disappeared. The sky is always in darkness, high walls are built outside the bathroom, and the western-style buildings are repainted. The familiar, beloved, and unforgettable pasts are thrown into the past like garbage.

Two lines of blood and tears trickled down her cheeks slowly, and blood dripped from Shen Qingmei's skirt. She walked slowly towards the wall at the end of the corridor, with her palms on the white wall, listening intently. Through the thick concrete wall, it seemed There is still a lively heartbeat, "So, am I here?"

The tone was gentle and affectionate, like a lover whispering, Sha Tang held his uncomfortable heart, no wonder the outside of the house is consistent from left to right, but the layout inside is asymmetrical, so it is like this...

I can't tell how I feel. Everyone in the world says ghosts are scary, but people's hearts are sometimes scarier than ghosts.

"I really love him. After my parents passed away, I was lonely and helpless. He gave me warmth. He said he wanted to accompany me and take care of me for the rest of my life. French department, because he wants to go to the foreign affairs department, I... also want to be a good wife, but I really don't know how to communicate with people, I think it's too difficult."

"He didn't blame me when he found out, and even persuaded me to continue the art career he loves. He said that he likes to say that there are stars in the eyes of paintings, and I have mountains and rivers. He said that he likes me..."

"The year we got married, I found out that he had a girl he liked very much. I saw a picture of that person in his wallet. She was wearing a white dress. She was very young. I didn't dare to ask, and neither did I. Willing to let it go, I later found out that he always used the office phone to make personal calls."

"He protected the girl very well. I have never been able to find her. The first time I saw that girl was the tenth anniversary of our marriage. He told me that day that we would not be able to make it back some years. I saw snow. , want to send him clothes, and then...

"I saw him embracing her with such care and love that I had never seen before. He invited me to a western restaurant, bought me luxury goods, and gave me an umbrella, but he never bought me sweet potatoes on the roadside. Laughing and making noise against the snow, even if the clothes are wet by the snow, "

The crimson blood dripped down and wet the skirt of her clothes, she seemed to be muttering to herself, and also seemed to be telling the unforgettable feelings to the people present.

"In front of me, he is a gentleman, elegant, humorous and restrained. He has never smiled so happily...I...I really don't know how I am inferior to her. I started to learn her clothes, preferences, and even bought brands. It's exactly the same, but it's useless...he still doesn't love me..."

She buried her head deeply in her arms, and the few people in front of her were silent, and no one comforted her, because they all knew that it was unnecessary, because she was already dead.

After a while, it seemed that the tears had dried up, she raised her pale face, her eyes were red.

"Thank you, you... go home." Shen Qingmei said the first two words to Sha Tang and Chen He, and the latter to Yang Ming.

"Yang Ming was my junior in college. He took good care of me. If possible, help me take him home. He doesn't have to guard me like this...Thank you very much!"

After speaking, endless resentment and a cold atmosphere filled the air. The black hair swayed gently like algae in the deep sea, and the emerald green cheongsam gradually faded, turning into a white dress as it swayed, just like the evening when the clouds were burning, blood gradually rose from the corners of the skirt Climbing is like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

The sunlight passed through the glass window and scattered among them, like a gully that can never be bridged between humans and ghosts.

She bowed to several people as a farewell, then turned around and disappeared like a lingering cigarette.

"Ah!" Yang Ming called out eagerly. He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say it, so he could only scream.

Before Sha Tang and Chen He could react, he rushed downstairs, the stairs creaked under the weight, and he ran out of the mansion like the wind, and when Sha Tang and the others chased them down, there was no one left.

"What do we do now?"

"Forget it, if you find him, you won't go home."

Sha Tang doesn't know the story of these two people, what Yang Ming has been through, but now he can only say "I found you", he has been looking for a person named Shen Qingmei, probably...he will always go find it.

"Then Shen Qingmei's body is left like this?"

Chen He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one, and held it between his fingers, "Don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with us."

"Actually, it might be better if she can't remember."

"A person without memory has no value in existence. She can't do anything except the instinct written in her genes. Fortunately, she is dead."

After finishing speaking, he took out the lighter and lit it with his hands around it. The flame licked the cigarette end, the red sparks flickered on and off, the smoke curled up, and the handsome facial features were faintly visible.

Sha Tang froze for a moment, and was about to say something.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the phone vibrated.

Withdrawing his gaze, Sha Tang took out his mobile phone. Since they are all survivors, there is no need to cover it up.

"Congratulations, you have completed the hidden mission - the woman in the wall. You will be rewarded with 30 mission points, HP +10, you will gain the favor of the evil spirit Shen Qingmei, and you will receive a gift from Shen Qingmei, the picture album of hell."

"The Picture Book of Hell: In those blank days, she lay in a bathtub paved with roses, and the blood washed her soul over and over again. Her eyes yearned for the light, but her heart lived in hell."

"Storage props, unlimited number of times, capacity 20, can be used to collect personal items of evil spirits with favorability."

"Currently usable object: Shen Qingmei"

"Congratulations on owning props for the first time, and you will get a card pack as a gift from the system, with a capacity of 20, which can be upgraded with 200 mission points."

Evil ghost personal items? ?

Is this going to lead me to become a perverted collector?I still collect evil spirits, ha ha!

"Did you receive a system prompt?"

Seeing that the people around him were just watching with folded arms, Sha Tang reminded.

Chen He spread his hands and said helplessly: "I thought it was just a simple date, so I didn't bring my mobile phone."

Raising his eyebrows, Sha Tang only uttered an ooh, and didn't say anything more. Instead, he pointed to the newly added album function in the app and said, "Do you know what this prop can do?"

Handing over the phone, Chen He took it naturally, examined it carefully, and nodded thoughtfully, "I know this, people have relationships, and ghosts have relationships between ghosts, use these collected personal items Some hidden missions can be triggered, and the hidden missions are generally rewarding."

"Is there a range for personal items? How can I identify whether they can be collected?"

"The ones that can be collected are red and white. You can look for them in this range. If you touch them, they will enter the album. If you don't want them, you can choose to discard them. Oh, they are usually things that the evil spirits liked very much when they were alive. , don't really touch other people's body, body, use, and products."

The last four words he said were meaningful, Sha Tang froze for a moment, and suddenly realized what he was referring to, blushed, and said angrily: "I'm not a pervert!" Although he really thought about it , but that's not because the description of this prop is too much!

Shrugging, Chen He laughed, and turned the phone around between his thumb and forefinger, facing Sha Tang, "Return it to you, uh..." He paused, then continued: "My phone is the same model as yours, What a coincidence~”

The mobile phone returned to her hand with the temperature of that person, Sha Tang looked at it for a while, then laughed, and ended the topic just now, "Then I have a lot of mission points now, what do you think can be exchanged for?" A prop?" Sha Tang has always been a person who is good at using interpersonal relationships.

"The little matches are interesting. The others are rubbish and useless. You can buy two pieces of information. Save the others first, and wait for the bishop's props to be released."

Nodding, Sha Tang stuffed the phone back into his pocket, "Then I'll go upstairs to see if there are any props that can be collected. Are you still waiting for me downstairs?"

Chen He lowered his eyes to look at the person in front of him and asked, but his eyes were shining brightly, it said the person who was with me, like a puppy, his tail was wagging, and the corners of his lips curled up, "I haven't finished smoking, I still Wait for you below."

Before he could finish speaking, the man had drooped his ears, didn't wag his tail, let out a dejected oh, and was about to go upstairs.

Laughing silently, with a cigarette in his mouth, he leisurely followed behind him and walked up the stairs.

Sha Tang is not afraid, after all, the female ghost has already left, but thinking of the female ghost living on the second floor, he went upstairs and turned left to the studio and study, facing the wall with the dead body directly, like those bloodshot eyes His eyes have been staring at him, and it is inevitable that he feels hairy in his heart.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Sha Tang's mood brightened a little. This person is indeed a good person, with a kind heart.

The two went to the studio first, touched all the paintings and painting utensils, but there was no response, so they went to the study room, the study room was still the same as before, the French book that was knocked down yesterday was picked up and put back In the same place, the curtains were rolled up and down by the wind, making the books rattle.

After closing the window, Sha Tang reopened the French book. In the corner of the catalog page, three words were written in scrawled characters——Shen Qingmei.

The postcard inside is still there, and the fingertips are gently drawn across the yellowed and rolled corners. Shen Qingmei, who has lost her memory, will probably look at this postcard from time to time, guessing who is the protagonist of this relationship, envious of each other's admiring relationship .

Who would have thought that the recipient was her, but it wasn't her.

I don’t know how many years the French books have been kept in this study. On the bookcase behind is a group photo of a man and a young woman, as if three people are sitting opposite each other. This situation is extremely ironic.