What I saw through the gap between my fingers was an abandoned coal mine. The spreading darkness and the shrouded night merged into one. The girl took her hand away, her black eyes looked around.
"Have you all hidden? I'm coming to find you~~" The voice replied in the night.
Piles of coal covered each other, like monsters lying on the ground, and the laughter of children came from behind.
"Say you can use crutches!"
"As long as you catch us, we promise to play with you!"
"Whoever is a puppies, no one is allowed to play with her in the future!"
Listening to the response from Meishan, the girl blinked her eyes and threw away the wooden crutch she was leaning on without hesitation. The small wooden crutch was made for her by her grandfather.
She was born with deformity in her left foot, it is difficult to control the balance of her body, and she needs to use wooden crutches to walk.
Throwing aside the wooden crutch, the girl gritted her teeth and protruded one foot forward, with the other foot sticking upright on the ground, dragging it forward a little bit, showing a weird posture on her body.
There was a tingling sensation in the ankle, the sweat on her face was chilly, but the corner of the girl's mouth was grinning with white teeth, and her thin and thin body revealed warm happiness.
The girl thought she was finally going to be accepted by her friends, but she didn't know that it was just a group of children who had discussed it and wanted to tease her deliberately.
After all, who wants to play with a disabled girl who picks up rubbish.
"Hey, I saw you!"
Moving forward in a weird posture, the girl bends her waist and climbs up a coal slope with her hands and feet together, revealing a head contaminated by coal ash, looking down at a few children hiding in a pile of whispering.
"It doesn't count if you see it, you have to catch us, hahaha..."
The children ran away, the crisp laughter made the girl anxious, and an unstable foot fell and rolled down the coal slope.
For a long while.
The girl opened her eyes, and a child threw the cane over, making a mocking face and mocking: "Slightly, you didn't catch us, you will never catch us."
"Even if we catch us, we won't play with you."
After the children finished speaking, they bounced and hummed and left...
"The old man picking up the tatters picked up a lame baby. There is no father or mother. The whole family is picking up tatters. Oh, no one plays with her, no one plays with her..."
The voice resembled a terrible curse over and over again, and the girl curled up into a ball, desperately covering her ears, because, grandpa said, as long as the ears are blocked, nothing will be heard!
But, why, those voices are still digging into my mind!
In the dead silence, layers of floating cinders fell to cover the curled body, a dirty cheek was exposed, and dark eyes stared at it...
…
The damp yellowing wall wraps the three-story self-built building. The top floor of the concave-shaped building is covered with a rusty canopy. The rain dripping from the sky gathered into puddles of different depths.
The doorway of the building was concealed, and the sulky cold wind climbed up the stairs, poured into the dark and narrow corridor and made a "woooo" sound, like an invisible black shadow slowly swimming around. At the end of the corridor corner.
The old rusty iron-bar window security door is nailed with a broken corner and deformed door plate
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It's the room that Chen Chao rented
A faded wall clock was nailed to the wall of the black living room, and the pendulum hanging below was broken.
Only a small part of it swayed back and forth silently, as if it were dumb, which was broken by Chen Chao himself. He slept very lightly and couldn't stand the friction of the pendulum clock.
There was a whimper from the open bedroom, and the sound was stern and strange, reaching the depths of the soul. Chen Chao, who was asleep against the wall, curled up into a ball without knowing it.
"Have a nightmare!"
Chen Chao suddenly opened his eyes and breathed greedily. The dream just now was too lifelike and made him feel suffocated.
The pillows were soaking wet, and he was soaked in cold sweat, as if he was fished out of the water, and then he noticed that the phone on the corner of the table was playing crippling music at some point.
Chen Chao frowned and got up and picked up the phone. The moment his index finger moved away from the desktop, a line of weird and wriggling handwriting suddenly came into his eyes.
The folds of Senbai’s paper resemble human skin being sutured by needles and threads, and the pitch-black fonts resemble wriggling maggots. Words and words came into view. Together with the cold light reflected on the screen of the mobile phone, Chen Chao really frightened him. The drowsy drowsiness was completely dispelled, and it took him a while to realize that this should be the app on the phone that was activated.
"Is it a thriller mobile game? This is the opening CG?"
Trash mobile games play scary music in the middle of the night!
Chen Chao rubbed off the yellow discharge stuck in the corner of his eyes, and focused his eyes on [Author, are you ready! 】These words suddenly felt a strong sense of substitution.
"So the protagonist of this mobile game should be a writer. So, isn't it a perfect fit for yourself? This game is like tailor-made for yourself..."
The surplus of the dream just now hasn't disappeared. Chen Chao didn't want to sleep for a while, so he was ready to study this mobile game. Maybe some of the settings in this game can be borrowed from his new book.
Tap the screen desktop, the creeping text unwillingly collapse, and the game interface appears.
The whole is a rotten and moldy bookshelf, covered with spider silk and dust, and each layer is piled with dust-covered old books. At a glance, there are countless layers. A black shadow on the ground engulfed the bottom of the bookshelf.
Only the bookshelves on the top two floors are lit, and the bottom is grayish tones.
The book on the first floor is spread out, and on the cover is written [Suspense Author’s Survival Guide], which is probably a guide for newbies in the game; on the second floor is a closed book with the cover written in red blood. Volume One-Echoes in the Corridor", this should be the option for the official start of the game.
The corner of Chen Chao's mouth evoked a disdainful arc, his index finger decisively skipped the first line of "Novice Guidelines", and decisively clicked the "Start" button to the second line.
The picture goes black!
Then, the sound of the pages turning...
On the blank crumpled paper, a line of crooked blood was slowly printed on the paper, [The pendulum at four o’clock in the morning is shaking, the harsh rubbing sounds like fingers scratching the wall, the bedroom lights are flickering strangely, and the dark corridors There is the sound of footsteps back to the ground...】
Chen Chao looked at the phone and frowned: "Is it an interactive game with text narratives? I really shouldn't have expectations for this garbage game!"
Suddenly, Chen Chao was stunned and noticed that something was wrong, and the light above his head flickered and went out suddenly!
In the dark bedroom, only the light of his mobile phone was left, but at the same time a weird and harsh rubbing sound came from the living room. How do you describe that sound, as if...
"It's like scratching the wall with nails!!!"
The five fingers holding the phone suddenly froze, Chen Chao swallowed and spit, swinging the phone to shine the bright light of the screen toward the living room, and walked towards the living room step by step.
The wall skin was a little cracked because of the dryness, and the pendulum of the broken stubble was scratched by the friction back and forth. Chen Chao looked at the clock, and the black old clock hands were pointed in the direction of four o'clock!
The light of the mobile phone shone on the clock, and the pale face was reflected on the smooth surface.
"Are all coincidences?"
Chen Chao lowered his head and stared at the phone, and at the same time, there was a low sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door. The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and then suddenly stopped.
Chen Chao's heart was immediately stuck in his throat, and the sound of footsteps stopped at his door.
Crunch!
The sound of the iron bar window security door being gently pulled, and then the sound of the key being inserted into the lock cylinder and carefully turning. The sound is very slight, but it falls into Chen Chao’s ears, but it is not because someone is nailing it through with an awl. The eardrum, the terrifying echo made his scalp numb.
Chen Chao had changed the door lock of the rental house. Only he had the key. So, who was the one who unlocked the door in the middle of the night
The imaginative brain uncontrollably sketched out all kinds of weird and horrifying pictures in his mind. Chen Chao hurriedly ran over and grabbed the doorknob. In an instant, the movement of unlocking stopped, and he pressed his cheek against the fragile and shabby one. The wooden door seems to be able to feel that there is a palm outside the door passing through the gap of the iron fence window, and it is just pasted on the door panel, and even a warm touch is transmitted.
The facial muscles suddenly contracted and tightened as if stimulated by ice water, dense goose bumps spread from the cheeks to the neck, and the pores all over the body were trembling.
The audible silence of the needle fell, leaving only a heavy breath.
calm!
Be sure to calm down!
The sweat dripping from his forehead ran through the stinging skin of the eyelid and the skin hurts. Chen Chao didn't care about wiping the sweat, a pair of eyes stared at the new line of fonts on the phone screen:
[... The approaching footsteps stopped, and in the dark and silent corridor, the shadow stood outside the door, a hand was passing through the gap of the iron gate, and the strange turning sound of the lock cylinder awakened you , You subconsciously grabbed the door lock, everything returned to silence! 】
[The residual temperature of the palm is transmitted to the cheeks through the door panel, but it makes you like an ice cave. The rusty iron bars and thin wooden doors can not bring you a sense of security. There are countless flashes in your mind that are depicted in your pen. The scene of death, and you finally realize that you are about to be in it, so you—]
【A. Being completely overwhelmed by endless fear, hiding behind the door shivering...】
[B. You are lucky, thinking that you are just frightening yourself, and you are going to open a crack in the door and take a peek at the scene outside...]
[C. Block the door desperately and never let people from outside break into the house. This may be your only way to survive...]
[D. You open the door directly and let people outside come into the house...]
The gloomy chill went straight to the forehead from the soles of the feet, the brain seemed to be frozen into a block of ice, and the thinking was blank. The unbelievable horror instantly destroyed the brain of Chen Chao that conceived countless suspenseful stories, and the well-tempered writing style was impossible at all. Describe your situation at the moment.
mobile game
Go to tm tailor-made sense of substitution? !
This is because there are too many suspenseful stories, but have you finally encountered a supernatural event in reality? ! !
Damn it! ! ! ("?ヘ?)!
Chen Chao looked in a trance, and staggered back to the bedroom with his mobile phone. The last trace of reason that was left made me remember to lock the bedroom door upside down, then lay back on his back and put the quilt on his head....