The hidden BOSS of the game is always showing affection

He said this in a comforting tone.Yu Jin originally thought that he would be happy, but unexpectedly, his nose became more sour, and the depressive and bitter emotions spread in his heart.

In this case, Ding He didn't know how many times he said it, from being moved at the beginning to getting used to it later.

He thought that he would no longer have any emotional fluctuations because of this kind of words.

Since he can say such a thing, it means that Ding He still has an impression of him, right?

But even if he had an impression, the one in front of him was not the one he was familiar with.

This realization made him even more frustrated.Some even don't know how to get along with Ding He now.

Ding He looked at his back and wanted to say something, but he heard him lower his voice: "She's coming soon, let's go."

"Do you want to take a break, your face is not very good now?" Ding He grabbed his wrist with his backhand.

"I'm fine." The warm body temperature spread from his wrist to his body, he shook off Ding He's hand, and his voice suddenly became sharp, "Leave here early, we don't have so much time."

Ding He couldn't say anything more, so he could only follow him forward.

Yu Jin tried to focus on the environment.

Without that kind of tension, they were able to calm down and observe.

This room is almost the same as the one just now, except that there is no one lying on the hospital bed.There is a sign next to the bed with the patient's name and symptoms written on it.

"Is there one on that bed just now?"

"It seems to be there, but the name is different." Ding He pondered for a moment, "I remember the last name is the same."

The time of admission and symptoms are the same, but the names of the two people are different.

Should be sisters.

As soon as Yu Jin lifted the quilt, blood flowed out from the quilt.

The quilt was filled not with cotton, but with blood.

The material of the quilt was very thin, and when he moved, a small opening was opened, and it was torn into large cracks with his shaking posture.

The blood immediately flowed all over the bed, and some of it stained his hands.

A photo fell out.

With disgust written on Yu Jin's face, he picked up the photo and wiped the blood from his hands: "I'm going to wash my hands."

Ding He took the photo and said, "Okay."

When they opened the door, the woman had long since disappeared, and the entire haunted house was extremely silent, only the sound of their footsteps.

Yu Jin couldn't help but lighten his steps.

But every time he took a step, the surrounding doors still seemed to be shaken by his footsteps and closed heavily.

The hangings on the wall fell to the ground one by one, splashing a pile of broken glass.

Yu Jin stepped on the broken glass and crushed it by the way.

The hanging picture next to it was changed to a swaying look, and it didn't dare to fall, which looked very pitiful.

Quietness returned to Yu Jin's ears, and there was no noise for a long stretch of the road behind.

"hiss".

It was in this quiet and strange environment that the sound of a snake spitting out a letter suddenly sounded in his ear, and the cold tongue seemed to be licking the base of his ear.

He turned his head to look, but only saw Ding He's profile.

Ding He is more than ten centimeters away from him, which is said to be alienated, but if he walks a little wider, he can touch his hand, said to be intimate, but there is actually a long distance between them.

Ding He felt his gaze, turned his head and bent his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Yu Jin turned his head and looked straight ahead: "It's okay."

The hospital bathrooms reeked of sickening stench and there were knocks on the innermost cubicle door.

Yu Jin didn't respond, and turned on the faucet indifferently and calmly.

As soon as he turned on the faucet, Ding He's hand reached out at the same time and touched his hand.

His hand flicked away in an instant, and he stretched it back forcefully.

"The water is cold in winter, let me try it." Ding He tested the water temperature calmly, and helped him roll up his sleeves, "Don't get wet, it will be very cold when the wind blows."

Yu Jin watched his movements with his head down, and let him move without saying a word.

Ding He rolled up his sleeves for him, was in a daze, and smiled apologetically, "Did I take too much care? I don't know why..."

He quickly retracted his hand and looked in the mirror again: "I always feel that this scene is a bit familiar, as if I've seen it somewhere."

Of course you are familiar with it, have you forgotten how you forced me to wash my hands before?

Yu Jin pursed her lips, not looking at the reflection of the two in the mirror.

"Ah, yes, we washed our hands not so long ago."

Yu Jin suddenly wanted to splash cold water on his face.

It's better not to say this.

"Your hands are beautiful," Ding He said softly, "It looks like they were cast by moonlight. Do you know how to play the piano?"

His arm wrapped around Yu Jin's back to his chest, lightly grabbing his hand: "But it hasn't been washed here."

The warm breath swept over the back of Yu Jin's neck, making him a little confused for a moment where he was.

"I'll help you."

The scene began to coincide with the moment in his memory, and he seemed to have returned to Tan Shen's world.

It would be great if I could go back.

The three red palm prints "slapped" on the mirror, so hard that it even shattered the mirror.

The bloody handprint was still pressing, the rhythm was the same as that of the person knocking on the door in the cubicle.

Yu Jin woke up like a dream, pulled out her hand, and looked into the mirror.

His face in the mirror became fragmented, and Ding He...he still didn't see Ding He, only a vague snake shadow.

Blood ran down the cracks in the mirror, and finally dripped into the sink.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Ding He's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, took out the photo, cleaned it, and asked, "Go see the compartment?"

Yu Jin nodded, and he walked directly to the compartment and opened the compartment door.

The knocking on the door stopped instantly.

Inside was a man, torn apart in the middle by something, and the wound was irregular.

Beside him lay a key with a line of blood written on it.

Ding He put away the key, and showed the edited photo to Yu Jin: "It's a group photo of three people. Looking at the clothes, there are two women and one man."

The three are intimate, but one of the women's faces is painted over.

The words on the back of the photo read: I will kill her.

"They're wearing the same clothes. Twins?"

"The male is this one. What is their relationship?"

Yu Jin was already sure when he saw the expression of the surviving woman.

It should be a relationship of love.

In this woman's eyes, there is not only joy, but also jealousy.What she is jealous of is another woman.

He felt that there should be a photo of the ward they went to before.

The two first opened the drawer with a key and found a photo album.There are two photos missing from the album.One is the one in their hands, and the other is in the first ward.

This photo is exactly the same as the other one, except that another girl is painted over.

"I'm going to kill her" is also written on the back.

The two inserted the photos into the album, and a letter fell out.

The letter was supposed to be written by the man in the bathroom, and it was about him and a pair of twins.They are all members of the theater troupe, and they often perform together, and they gradually become familiar with each other.

The twin sisters fell in love with the same person, so they decided to kill the sister who had shared their love with them since childhood, but they didn't expect that the other party wanted to kill them too.

In this matter, they have a tacit understanding as always.

Both of them designed mechanisms on the stage, trying to create the "accidental death" of the sisters, but they also lost themselves.

After they died, they were still jealous of each other, and even split the hero who escaped death into two halves.

The most bloody thing is that the hero doesn't even know who he likes. He said that he gradually can no longer distinguish the two people, and even lied to himself that the two people are actually the same person. He didn't fall in love with two people at the same time, but Yes, loving every aspect of the same person.He didn't make a decision between the two until his death.

It deserved to be torn in two.

The one on the ground, and the one on the ceiling, are the twins.

Those words of theirs were not necessarily addressed to Yu Jin, but they might also be facing each other.

This haunted house actually has a plot.

"Even if they are twins, they shouldn't be indistinguishable, right?" Ding He shook his head, "People are always different."

Yu Jin looked at him quietly.

People are always different.Even if it's the same person, it's not always the same.

"It's a bit funny to say it, just take it as a joke, don't take it seriously." Ding He closed the album, half-closed his eyes, and said with a smile, "There seems to be some kind of connection between people. Yesterday I seemed to dream of you gone."

"What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that I lived in a very tall building, where the windows were full of clouds. You were a cat of mine—well, I don't know why I thought you were a cat, but When I did see you, I thought you were that cat, your fur was so long and thick, and the color of the fur was like the one on that earphone, I guess you were a puppet. Our lives were peaceful, but one day , I couldn’t find you when I woke up, I only saw the window was open. So I think, you jumped out.”

"But we live in a very high place, and you have been living in the house all the time, and you have never gone out. I am afraid that you will jump out of the window and fall to your death, and I am afraid that you will find nothing to eat and be hungry. There are also many wild cats nearby. , I like bullying domestic cats the most. I have been looking for you for a long time, but I can't find you. When I got home, I woke up and found that I didn't even have a cat. "

"But how can people be confused with cats? The races are different." He sighed and looked straight at Yu Jin, "But I still think you are very familiar. You also think that I am a little familiar, very similar to someone ?"

Yu Jin suddenly lost his expression.

He didn't know if his face was still normal, he only knew that a kind of fear like the cold sea water gradually overwhelmed him.

It shouldn't be like this.

You should be him.

Why is this so?Originally they were happily discussing the cat's lifelong event, but Ding He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even if he said the same thing and did the same thing, the current Ding He is still different from the original one.

The more Ding He looks like before, the more sad he feels.

Those subtle differences stood out and blinked against similar faces, reminding him suddenly that this was not the original one just when he was about to indulge.

It's like a small gap on porcelain, which is usually invisible, but once collectors start to appreciate it carefully, it becomes particularly eye-catching.

He wanted that back intact.

If it weren't for the broken box, there wouldn't be so many accidents.

It is the main god again.

It was the Lord God who was warning them.

Yu Jin is used to not showing his emotions, so he just lowered his head, took a deep breath, blinked his eyes, and thought about unimportant things, pulling himself away from emotions: "No..."

"Be careful, she seems to be here." Ding He suddenly grabbed him and hid under the bed.

They triggered the key prop, and the twins were supposed to come after them.

Although Yu Jin didn't notice the footsteps, she still followed him and shrank under the bed.

The bottom of the bed is not narrow, the height and width are enough for two people to sit, but it is a bit dirty, when they got in, there was too much movement, and a lot of dust was raised.

When Yu Jin got in, he frowned, coughed a few times, and waved his hands in the air.

Ding He hooked his shoulders, turned his face to himself, and kissed him lightly.

The soft and warm touch on the lips continues to deepen, like smooth cream melting between the lips and teeth.

Yu Jin was startled, but didn't push him away immediately.

The cream on the outer layer of the cake gradually melted away, and at the back, what was left was the dull cake embryo, which made the lips a little sore.

He tried to bite down, gnawed carefully, and solved the somewhat choking cake embryo.

The sound of high heels came from far and near.

Da da da.

Still lingering in the ears.

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Ding He covered his ears with his hands, occasionally letting out a few words of laughter.

The sound of the high heels became quieter, his mind was suddenly filled with noisy buzzing, only the few laughs were particularly clear.

It was as if something was about to break through the ground and sprout.

The woman didn't leave, but the high heels and a snow-white calf appeared beside the hospital bed.

She walked up and down beside them.

Ding He still had his lips in his mouth, met his eyes, and put one hand behind his head to prevent his head from hitting the wall.

When the woman in high heels finally left, Ding He finally let go of him, stretched his stiff hands and feet, and pulled him out from under the bed: "She's gone, we're safe for now."

As if nothing had happened, he helped Yu Jin pat the ashes on his clothes, took out a clean tissue, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes: "It's okay, it's over, don't be afraid."

He still had a gentle and harmless smile on his face, as if nothing happened just now.

Yu Jin moved his numb hands and feet, shook off his hands, grabbed his collar, pushed him onto the hospital bed, and punched him.

"You kiss me?"

The hospital bed made harsh noises due to his movements, and moved 5cm to the side.

Ding He lay on the bed, did not dodge, still smiled, and greeted his fist.

Yu Jin punched the pillow next to him, and the cotton wool flew around.

Ding He lay on the snow-white quilt and cotton, and coughed a few times: "She has come just now, I was afraid that your coughing sound would attract her attention, so I did this."

What a nonsense reason.

Yu Jin was reluctant to hit him, but seeing his calm look, he felt puzzled, and covered his face with a pillow: "There will be no next time."

Ding He didn't move, and let him cover him for a while, Yu Jin almost thought that he just died of suffocation, and threw the pillow away.

Ding He still looked at him with a smile, his eyes were bright and revealed madness, which made people feel a little creepy.

"I want to kiss you."

He stretched out his hand to hold Yu Jin's wrist, pulled him down forcefully, turned over and half knelt in front of him.

He looked at the person on the bed as if he was inspecting his own booty.

Yu Jinnu: "Are you sick?"

"I'm not sick." Ding He lowered his head and pecked his lips again, "I know exactly what I'm doing."

"You get up."

Ding He was unmoved, and looked at him for a while before getting up and moving away.

"Does your wrist hurt? Did you hit the bed board just now?" Ding He looked at his wrist with concern again, "Did you choke on the dust just now?"

Yu Jin withdrew his wrist indifferently: "No. Keep going."

Ding He smiled and followed him.

Haunted houses are those things after all, either ghosts appearing suddenly, or scary sound effects.

The two ran out of the haunted house together.

Ding He asked: "Next, go to the carousel?"