Weird Regulator

Noisy music, crowded crowds, chaotic square, Fang Shenyan stood out in the crowd.

He seemed not to be in this environment, especially the right eye that was still bleeding, making him look like a weird person suffering from an evil disease.

But the people around him turned a blind eye to this. They pushed, shouted, and shook the fluorescent sticks in their hands frantically.

Fang Shenyan quietly pushed out of the square, and after a sharp look, he looked at an office building in the south with a solemn face.

He raised his wrist to look at the watch, and the minute hand on it stopped at a quarter, that is, 20:15.

"Ta pulled me back to the past, why is it the past..."

Since the apparent end of the Living Dead Case, Fang Shenyan is the only executor left in this project.

And this time, there are no more rules, life and death in the project...

Nothing is left, only Ta and Fang Shenyan.

Fang Shenyan had expected that Ta must have taken him away in the hope of getting something from him, so death in a short time should not happen.

As long as the ghost has a purpose, there may be loopholes.

In other words, even if this game is a dead end, there is still a chance to change.

Since it is the past, there is one thing that must be looked at - the true origin of the living dead.

Fang Shenyan's thoughts are still very clear. He pulled himself back to the past, with unclear intentions, but it must be related to the living dead.

After all, the end of the host was caused by him personally.

He had no ability to find out everything in the case, but now is the time, maybe this is what he wants Fang Shenyan to do.

Back on this road, Fang Shenyan's mentality has changed significantly.

In the case, he did not actually go deep into the fireworks bureau, but looked down on everything from a bystander's perspective.

But now in the crowd and the cold wind, a hint of unusual taste in the real environment made him have a more real experience.

Fang Shenyan looked at the figures passing by one by one, the faces with different expressions, the ordinary left eye and the bleeding right eye, and he actually felt a familiar breath from these tourists.

Familiar, because he had seen it, in the new world of the horror house project.

Those lively and enthusiastic tourists looked exactly the same as ordinary people, but the feeling they gave Fang Shenyan was the same as when he saw the high-heeled female teacher.

Even because there were too many people and the positions were more dense, the weird sense of disharmony was even stronger.

Fang Shenyan's steps towards the South Building slowed down involuntarily, and he began to slowly observe every passing tourist, and at the same time he had a strong suspicion.

On the one hand, he suspected that all the tourists he saw before and after Orange Lake were all eye monsters;

This guess seemed to explain why so many ordinary people in such a large area turned a blind eye to the supernatural, death and blood.

But on the other hand, he knew very well that this was actually a mysterious place created by Ta.

Therefore, everything he saw and heard here could be fake, fabricated by Ta to deceive and induce.

A past that was difficult to distinguish between right and wrong and true and false, Fang Shenyan took this confusion and stepped into the South Building for the third time, the place where everything started.

…

"I wonder how you arranged it? It's fine that you moved our backstage underground, but why are the makeup mirrors broken?

What's wrong? Those mirrors are all dusty, and you can't even reflect people.

You should find someone to take a look quickly. Either deal with it or change a batch."

20:18.

Fang Shenyan entered the underground floor of the South Building in a way that no one had ever thought of, and witnessed the scene when the host was still alive.

In the dressing room, the host changed his humorous front stage and cursed at the staff on the other end of the phone.

"It's the mirror again."

Fang Shenyan stood at the door and listened to all this. He was roughly sure in his heart that he should have appeared, and through the mirror as a medium.

However, the host has not shown any abnormality yet. He is still in the dressing room to deal with the next performance. Everything is normal.

Fang Shenyan at the door didn't understand his intention, so he didn't dare to show up rashly, so he stayed outside the door all the time.

"Xiaomei is really a jerk. It's better not to ask for this sponsorship. I spent so much effort to ask for it, but in the end..."

The host inside was still complaining, but suddenly his voice disappeared inexplicably when he said this.

Fang Shenyan frowned and looked inside, but the host who was still sitting on the chair disappeared out of thin air.

20:21.

He immediately rushed into the dressing room, stood where the host had stood before, looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on the mirror.

The host's mouth was covered with dust, and the mirror that could not reflect people began to flow with rolling red blood from the upper frame at this moment.

The red blood washed away the gray dust, and the sticky red mud covered the entire yellow table, dripping down along the edge of the table.

Fang Shenyan took a half step back with a solemn expression. The blood dripping from his right eye seemed to be more serious than before, but he still stared straight at the mirror.

This mirror, which had been completely stained red, was still dirty after the dust dried up, and could only barely reflect a blurry figure.

"The black shadow in the mirror is me, but who is the red blood outside the mirror from?"

Fang Shenyan had a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. As soon as his eyebrows drooped and he fell into thought, he immediately jumped to the side.

A strange crisp sound sounded behind him, like the sound of something breaking.

And then, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the dressing room, but in an unfamiliar environment full of debris.

20:24.

Fang Shenyan, who came to the utility room inexplicably, lay flat on a broken table, with his arms on his chest and his legs hanging naturally under the table.

He was very conscious, but he had lost control of his body.

In the dim room, a weak sob was faintly heard by his ear. The sound was very weak, but full of fear.

The left eye kept blinking, but the bleeding right eye seemed to no longer be a part of Fang Shenyan's tissue.

It stared straight at the dark ceiling, and the moist blood was lingering on the surface of the eyeball, dotting a circle on the black curtain in the field of vision, a circle of round eyes.

The round eye in the black curtain and Fang Shenyan's bleeding albino eye stared at each other for a long time.

Then, a trembling hand stretched out from under the table, and a finger was raised above his right eye. The broken nails were still stained with blood, and it was suspended above the eyeball in a posture of subjugation.

Fang Shenyan couldn't move, and he was a little nervous, but he was not panicked.

The dark ceiling was a black curtain, which was just an adjective, but he was sure that the round eye he saw was real.

But it was difficult to tell whether the hand stretched out from under the table was real or fake.

"Remove the eye..."

His purpose was to take away Fang Shenyan's albino right eye?

But why waste time, wouldn't it be more effective to kill him?

"Swish!"

The dirty finger fell down suddenly and slid along the surface of the eyeball.

Fang Shenyan closed his eyes unconsciously under human instinct, and his whole body trembled subconsciously for a moment, and suddenly regained consciousness.

"Ding-ling-ling-ling!"

A sharp bell suddenly sounded under his feet, and Fang Shenyan returned to the dressing room, with no injuries on his body, including the albino right eye.

The time came to 20:27.