reincarnation space
The handsome man with white hair looks at the data on the light screen with a serious face.
"The next world is "Nightmare". This world is more difficult. It's an unsolvable horror movie. Everyone pay attention to buying life-saving props. If it doesn't work, I can pay in advance."
Standing beside the white-haired man was a man with an unusually strong crew cut, his muscles swelled to a very exaggerated level.
His eyes were calm, and he said lightly, "Okay."
The only female in the team, a girl with fiery red hair came bouncing over and said with a smile on her face, "Yeah! No problem, boss! This big boss is really so powerful that I have nothing to say! Wow, it's scary to think about it." , I can’t even fall asleep, otherwise I will be dragged into a dream and killed, it’s too scary! It’s really worthy of being the famous horror movie boss in movie history!"
"But fortunately, the background of this series of movies is the Dharma-ending era, otherwise it would be really difficult to add a few ghosts and the like!"
The thin man with a low sense of presence whispered: "Oh, it would be great if that crazy woman Alisa didn't run around, her mind control ability is just right for this world!"
"Don't mention Alisa, buy equipment as soon as possible. There is a message above that the mission mode may be changed this time, and the difficulty will increase. But relatively, many weapons have been reduced in price. Take advantage of this good opportunity to buy more. After all, the Lord God has not always been so generous!" Hearing this, the white-haired man rubbed the center of his brows, his face full of helplessness.
"Understood, Captain!"
The rest of the teammates responded.
In such a peaceful team atmosphere, no one would have guessed that this is the top five teams in the reincarnation space, and it is the existence that countless low-level reincarnators who have fallen into the world of horror movies yearn for.
Picking up the schoolbag and inspecting it carefully, Zhou Yu's thin and long fingers caressed the black handprints on the strap that could not be wiped off.
The satchel, made of humble beige denim, is simple in design with no frills.
This also makes the imprint of ghost hands appearing abruptly on the strap very dazzling.
A look of surprise flashed in Zhou Yu's emerald green eyes, he stared at the handprint, and pursed his lips lightly.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this black handprint is just a scary joke, meaningless.
But Zhou Yu felt inexplicably that this handprint belonged to a person he was very familiar with——Morris.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu stood up abruptly, looking around for the trace of Morris, and there was an undetectable light in the original deep green eyes.
But looking around, there is only a lonely scene in winter, and there is not even a pedestrian on the desolate street.
There was no trace of Maurice.
Puckering his lips mockingly, Zhou Yu shook his head mockingly, his slightly messy black hair fell down, covering his eyes.
What is he thinking.
How could that long-lost guy come back suddenly and take back his schoolbag that was engulfed in the flames
However, it is really strange, why is this schoolbag here
Zhou Yu clearly remembered that today he felt a little disgusted because the locker was covered with cursing graffiti, so he didn't choose to put his schoolbag in it as usual, but carried it directly to the classroom.
And the sudden fire also burned everything in that classroom.
Unless someone takes the schoolbag back in the middle of the fire.
But is it necessary
Risking your life to get a worthless schoolbag
Zhou Yu thought a lot, but couldn't think of an answer for a while, so he could only open the door with a frown and walked in.
Click—the door was closed, and Zhou Yu entered the house.
Outside the door, the edge of the empty door suddenly twisted.
A terribly burned hand appeared from the void, and placed a bouquet of dewy roses by the door frame.
The bright red roses exude an intoxicating fragrance, lying quietly on the stone floor that has become calm again, as if they are talking about something, and they are still hesitating.
Zhou Yu stepped into the living room, his eyes narrowed uncomfortably due to the dim environment in the room.
It was very dark in the house, except for a little light in the living room.
Zhou Yu stepped forward and saw that the old black and white TV set in the living room was making harsh noises, and the screen was covered with snowflakes.
On the sofa facing the TV, a man with a beer belly was full of beards, snoring and sleeping soundly.
The living room wasn't too big, just a single sofa took up most of the area, and the beer bottles and food scraps scattered around the sofa filled the living room to the brim, almost turning it into a garbage heap.
Zhou Yu's room was at the innermost side of the house, and he had to go through the living room to get there, so he walked into the living room expressionlessly, stepped on the messy floor, and walked to the sofa.
On the sofa, the sloppy man was still sleeping, his fragile neck exposed to the bright light of the TV.
There was a faint cold light in Zhou Yu's beautiful green eyes, and his fingers silently attached a pocket knife in his pocket.
Recently, this so-called father has become more and more depraved.
Because of the huge medical expenses compensated by Paul's family, this man started drinking and taking drugs more recklessly.
A few days ago, he even wanted him to join his so-called "God's Blessing".
In this small town, there are many "god believers" like his father Eugene. They get the so-called "blessing of the gods" by inhaling an unknown powder.
Zhou Yu remembered that he used to envy these people for being blessed by the gods, but now he can clearly realize that it is not a blessing, it is just an invitation to hell.
On the sofa, the man with puffy body and oily face was still sleeping soundly.
Zhou Yu put the knife in his hand back into his pocket, suppressed the cold killing intent in his eyes, and walked towards his room.
He didn't want to kill people, and he didn't want to stain his hands with blood for this kind of person.
Close the door to cut off the strong smell of alcohol coming from the living room.
Zhou Yu put the schoolbag in his hand on the ground, and then lay down on his single bed weakly.
He stared at the patterns on the ceiling in a daze, and his thoughts drifted back to two weeks ago.
At that time, he had just woken up from a coma, and the first thing he saw was a boy with blond hair and blue eyes. His face was immature but with an indescribable charm, making it impossible to move his eyes away.
With a worried expression on the boy's face, he asked about his physical condition with concern.
At that time, Zhou Yu really felt that this guy was really an angel, and it was impossible not to like him.
After the boy got a little closer to him, he impatiently introduced himself, pouring out everything about himself in a very talkative manner.
In fact, if Zhou Yu hadn't interrupted in time, he would have even revealed his underwear size.
Thinking of the boy who always had a silly smile on his face, Zhou Yu couldn't help showing a gentle smile on his pale face.
That guy named Maurice has always been so cheerful and helpful.
However, even though he helped many people who were bullied in school, when Morris needed help, none of them stood up to help him.
This once made Zhou Yu very angry, and really wanted to pull out those ungrateful and wolf-hearted guys and beat them up, so that they could taste the feeling of being bullied again.
But Maurice stopped him.
He always has a harmless and funny smile on his face, as if he doesn't care about all the unfair treatment imposed on him.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu's eyes dimmed.
He sat up from the bed, his eyes dimmed.
So, it's obvious that he didn't give him any reply.
Morris, who could forgive even those guys, rejected him alone.
Zhou Yu only felt a little tightness in his chest, as if a fire had ignited in his heart, which was unbearable for him.
"Maurice..." Zhou Yu whispered the name that had been turned over and over in his mind countless times, and gritted his teeth.
He used to think of various excuses for Maurice's disappearance, such as being kidnapped, giving the wrong address and so on.
But in the end, he still couldn't continue to deceive himself.
After all, Maurice had met him once before leaving, and they had had a violent fight.
The reason is—Jenny.
The cheerleader, a beautiful blonde.
Maurice seemed to like Jenny very much, and kept asking him if he had a relationship with Jenny, as if he was afraid that he would snatch Jenny away. The tone of the question made him extremely uncomfortable.
Coupled with the unclear anger in his heart at the time, Zhou Yu and Morris quarreled and started a cold war.
Afterwards, Morris moved away suddenly, leaving only a letter with his address in the mailbox in front of his house.
And obviously, that address was also fake.
Zhou Yu's eyes were slightly red, and he buried his head in the soft bed again, but his exposed shoulders trembled slightly.
In the clean and small room, the black-haired boy was lying on the bed sulking.
And where the young man didn't notice, in the narrow corner of the room, the space began to twist continuously.
It was as if someone was standing in the corner, wondering whether to go forward or not.
After an unknown amount of time, the black-haired boy lying on the bed stopped moving, and half of his cheek was exposed sideways, revealing slight tear stains on his cheek.
His breathing was steady, and he was clearly in a sweet dream.
At the same time, in the originally empty corner of the room, a vague figure gradually appeared, which gradually became clear like a ghost in a ghost movie.
A scorched man stood in the corner, only a pair of blue eyes revealed his complex emotions on his unrecognizable face.
"I'm sorry, Zhou Yu." A deep and hoarse voice sounded, with a hint of caution.
The man walked to the bed and covered the boy with a quilt to prevent him from catching a cold.
He looked at this young man who was still thin and made him feel distressed, and couldn't help stretching out his scarred fingers, wanting to touch this good friend he had always missed.
But when he was about to touch the young man's smooth and fair cheek, the man suddenly saw his ugly and distorted palm, and immediately withdrew his hand.
How could such a disgusting and ugly self touch him!
Withdrawing his fingers and holding them tightly, the man gave the boy one last look, full of reluctance and love that he didn't even realize.
"Don't worry, I will deal with anyone who wants to hurt you."
The hoarse and deep voice no longer has the melodious magnetism of the past, but it makes people feel more horrified and frightened.
The figure of the man gradually disappeared, and the original calm returned to the room.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky outside the window completely darkened, and Zhou Yu finally woke up from his sleep.
He sat up and looked at the quilt on his body, with a little doubt in his eyes.
Did he cover himself with a quilt before going to sleep
and…
Zhou Yu looked around the room, and his gaze finally settled on a corner of the room.
I always feel that someone familiar has been there.
Zhou Yu got out of bed, went to the window to look at the sky, and then turned on the light.
Bright lights illuminate the entire room, and every corner is exposed to light.
Walking to a corner of the room, Zhou Yu looked down at the floor, his green eyes were like a deep pool, and the emotions in it were unpredictable.
On the floor, a black footprint is extremely eye-catching.
Is it a ghost
or God? Or both
Zhou Yu turned his head and picked up the schoolbag beside the bed, looking at the black handprint on it, which was exactly the same color as the footprint.
As if thinking of something suddenly, Zhou Yu opened his schoolbag and flipped through the contents.
Textbooks of various subjects, pencil cases, exercise books—everything is there, except for the book with the portrait of the god, and the letters that were returned.
What exactly is going on
Looking at the black footprints, Zhou Yu frowned in distress.
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