This is a live broadcast, a live killing live!
An unnamed simple sentence, this was the first sentence he said when he entered the chat group, but with the live broadcast at the moment, it seemed extremely horrifying and weird!
Xu Lang raised his brows. He even came up with words to stop the anonymous live broadcast, ordering him to leave "1706" as soon as possible, but these words made him take back the dissuasion he had just raised...
Yes, they really want to know whether the death method of the rainy night is consistent with the story told by the driver. Although this does not mean that there is a chance to escape, at least it can let everyone know how they died!
No one ever thought that Wuming would be so bold, risking a big mistake to walk alone in a deep apartment on a rainy night, and he doesn’t know how long he has been walking this way. The seventeenth floor is obviously the most reliable. One of the upper floors, and the people who live there...
Everyone's attention was focused on the small live broadcast, although there was no bright light there, it looked very dark, but the figure of the man with his back to the door was already very vivid.
Which executor is in room "1706"... This sentence has become a question in the hearts of all the executors present!
Until... there was someone who sat in his room and watched the weird live broadcast attentively. He only felt that the scene and the furnishings in the room, including the back figure, were so familiar!
His figure trembled a little, and the fluorescent light on the phone screen illuminated his pale face. There was no blood on it. For some reason, he began to tremble all over, as if he was uncontrolled by something.
And he slowly raised his head and looked at the wall in front of him. There were two reflections on the blank wall...
One is his sitting black shadow, and the other is standing beside him, looking at him motionlessly, that figure is graceful and slender, representing thousands of styles!
His brain seemed to have been struck by thunder, and bursts of roar blasted in his skull, and his ears were suddenly deaf. He seemed to be frightened and stupefied. He stood up from the ground, and he glanced at his side with the remaining light .
The position of the graceful shadow was empty, as if it could not be recognized by the naked eye.
He panicked!
It was not until this moment that he finally knew that the room scene of the anonymous live broadcast was "1706", and he lived in this room!
He suddenly lost control, flung the phone away, and swooped backwards, with one hand stretched straight forward, and the face full of fear and tremor appeared in the live broadcast!
Let all executors have a real look.
The owner of that face is Han Bolin!
Rao Xu Lang couldn't help getting into a cold sweat when he saw this place!
"Save me! Nameless! Save me!" A cry of wailing passed from the live broadcast into the ears of all the performers, and the unstoppable despair began to spread!
However, the live broadcast did not tremble. Wuming did not enter room "1706". Only the hand holding the mobile phone reached into the room, and he was standing on the side of the door frame, watching Han Bolin's bitter voice in the live broadcast. Begging, the indifference on his face has not changed.
Even if he is close at hand, he is just watching. In fact, he can live the death method in the room where the evil spirit appears, and it is extremely dangerous to exchange information for the performer.
When the door of "1706" was opened, Han Bolin's death was unavoidable, and the gods could not be saved!
Han Bolin's body began to make a crunching and crisp bone sound, as if the whole body's bones were hardened and stiffened. The appearance of the evil spirit could not be shown in the live broadcast, and its figure was not visible.
But the slender female shadow on the wall has already declared everything.
Han Bolin's body is controlled by spiritual power. He can no longer choose to die on his own. The shadow of the evil spirit on the wall is just a light stroke of a slender finger.
And Han Bolin was stunned. He watched his hands and slowly stretched out to his throat. It was the same tragic situation as John's before. It was a tragic death by tearing his throat with his own hands!
It is impossible for him to scream, because his control is already in the hands of evil spirits!
"1706" in the live broadcast has become a purgatory on earth. It is full of weird shadows and splashes of blood. The wall where Han Bolin is on has been completely rendered by the scarlet blood that has been blown out, and he has achieved an extremely shocking experience. Feast of death.
This was the second dead person to appear four hours after the start of this mission, and Han Bolin's death was under the eyes of all the executors.
His death told everyone that the rainy night evil spirit's method of killing people was to manipulate living people without any solution, and cut their throats by themselves...
Han Bolin has not completely died yet, but the live broadcast is cut off by the unlisted side, and the matter has become a foregone conclusion.
"This is the murder method of the rainy night evil spirit."
After the live broadcast ended, a line of small characters was anonymously sent to the chat box. He never spoke again, but silenced all the executors.
On the other side of the phone, Xu Lang felt a suffocation in his chest, so he had to take out a cigarette again, and after lighting it, he tried to use the opportunity of spitting smoke to release the suffocation.
He was faintly chilled. It was not because of Han Bolin's death that he felt sad, but that he finally understood the nature of this mission.
luck…
This is a task that relies entirely on luck. No matter how superb wisdom, no matter how top-notch force, all the abilities that veterans rely on before, this task is a joke, and there is no use at all.
The death of the executors, or when they died, has nothing to do with external factors, but only with whom the evil spirits find.
If you are lucky, the evil spirits may not find you until everyone else has died.
This good luck, the ending that it brought was only the last death, but it was already the luckiest result.
On the other hand, the first death executor, Lou Yun, and the second death executor, Han Bolin, they all stayed in their own room and did nothing. Very simply, the evil spirit came to them and died.
This is the most powerless feeling, and it is also the third unsolvable task Xu Lang has experienced.
And this time...
Xu Lang looked at the rising smoke, and there was some dust in his eyes. The first two times were not so desperate, and the god of death had to rely on the peculiarities of the suburban hospital to try to pass in the later period.
But this time, there is no way to delay...
"What the driver said is true... There is not much difference between tearing the throat and cutting off the throat. That kind of blood volume does cover the walls..." These were the words from Rong Chuan.
At this moment, he stared at the screen of the phone in a daze, but the live broadcast that had ended kept reappearing in his mind, and no one cared more deeply than him.
The first version of the rainy night murder case was the first time Rong Chuan heard about it with his own ears. The first similar method of death without a solution was Rong Chuan saw with his own eyes. If it weren't for his top secret life-saving thing, the rattle Perhaps John died long ago!
And John...
He turned his head and looked at John who was leaning on the sofa and looked almost the same as he was in his dying. It is hard to imagine that he was a vigorous man a few hours ago, but at this moment, he is dying and lingering on instinct.
This is the sorrow of the executors. Perhaps John wants to die at this time. Relief is not necessarily a bad thing for him, but he has lost the ability to act now, and no one can know what he thinks.
After Rong Chuan sent this sentence, he put his phone aside, looked at the rattle in his palm, and fell into a long silence. He didn't know what else to say.
Han Bolin is dead, terrifying death.
Wu Cheng was also very difficult at the moment. He watched the heavy rain outside the window, and it had already shown signs of abating. In less than two hours, the sky was about to dawn.
After daybreak, no one can say whether the curse of the eyeballs on the back of his neck will recover. In fact, he doesn't know what he will experience during the day. This is because he is unprecedentedly confused about his future.
The death of Han Bolin, plus Lou Yun, both died, but in Wu Cheng's heart, these two people are acceptable. They were cannon fodder.
But now it has just passed the first night of the three-day and three-night mission, and all the cannon fodder has been exhausted!
Then, in the next three days and two nights, there will be deaths, who will die
White eyebrows? nameless? It's Yan Yan and Xu Lang, maybe it will be his turn first...
Wu Cheng has never thought about life issues during the mission, nor has he been afraid, but this time there is a trace of hesitation on his face. He is really afraid...
What he was afraid of was that his busy life was about to pass, but he had nothing to remember.
Once he wanted status, then he had it. Once he wanted his relatives, and then Hu Zhen came, but now he has lost everything. After entering the newspaper, he just wanted to live, and now it seems that this possibility is also possible. Very low, very low.
Wu Cheng touched the curse of the eyeballs on the back of his neck. There was some loneliness and loneliness in his eyes. He didn't want to be alone in his death...
At this time, Bai Mei got through his phone, and Wu Cheng answered him silently.
There was a sound of opening the door on the other end of the phone, which made his spirit a little refreshed, and the voice that belonged to the white eyebrow sounded:
"Wu Cheng, my room is 1502. It should belong to a higher floor. Let's stay together. Whether it's life or death, we won't be too lonely on the road."
This time, Baimei’s name changed from "Wu Boss" to "Wu Cheng". Some things disappeared but were replaced by others... (End of this chapter)