Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3984 I collect rent in the survival game (46)

  She is the only person in the room, and the temperature next to her is cold.

"Da da da--"

  The sound of footsteps is still ringing, as if someone has been walking back and forth in the living room in the middle of the night.

  Xu Nuan quietly exposed a pair of bloodshot eyes and looked around, and suddenly saw a pale and familiar face.

"what--!"

  She suddenly lifted the quilt, she got under the bed and put her head in, her eyes staring.

"I found you!"

  It was empty under the bed, there was nothing, the dark figure in the room was lying under the bed, crazy.

   "How could it not? How could it not!" Xu Nuan said sharply in disbelief.

  Suddenly started crying low.

   "You are dead... don't come here..."

   "A Sheng!"

   "A Sheng!"

She panted and covered her heart with a painful expression. She staggered onto the bedside table, tremblingly opened the last drawer, took out a small medicine bottle from it, poured out more than ten pills and stuffed it into her mouth regardless. He swallowed without drinking water, his choking face flushed, and his eyes looked around with trepidation, like a frightened bird.

   "Da."

  Ranbai turned over and continued to sleep without being affected.

   I don’t know how long the sound of footsteps have been ringing, but suddenly quieted down, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

  She didn't lock the door of the guest room. People outside could easily come in. The whole room was dim and it was impossible to reach out.

   "Da."

  The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer, and stopped in front of the white-dyed bed.

  ...

  "Attention 404, Xu Nuan talked about Zheng Qian being forced to disappear after being forced by a homeless man, suspected of being killed by Zhao Sheng."

  Guiying looked at the information on the phone, and integrated the information from the past few days and replied.

  Other taskers talked a lot.

  "Is it love killing?"

   "Zhao Sheng killed Zheng Qian? What kind of psychology is this."

   "Perverted mind."

   "It's the fifth day, I hope this ghost mission ends soon."

   "Those residents are too weird. If they make a mistake, they will die."

   "It seems that the theme of the task is 404, and what Xu Nuan said may not be true. The three people took turns watching." Gui Ying said.

When Guiying came down from the top floor, he suddenly found a coffin in the narrow corridor!

  The color of the heavy vermilion coffin is like blood, and a crimson liquid has accumulated on the ground!

   Thick and weird.

   Dust covered in the middle of the corridor.

  I saw the coffin in the corridor in the middle of the night, how weird I thought.

  Guiying looked at the coffin quietly.

  There was silence in the dim corridor.

   "Come in."

   A seductive voice sounded.

"bring it on."

   Misty and misty.

   "Looking for death." Returning to the shadows without waves, his voice was harsh.

  The lid of the coffin was suddenly lifted by a hand, with pale and thin fingers. A child crawled out of the coffin slowly. He was a boy with **** eyes and a shrill cry.

   "I'm so lonely by myself."

   "You accompany me."

   "Be with me."

"Find someone else and go to sleep with your coffin." Guiying's expression was cold, and a blue light flashed in his hands. The coffin burst in the dark, dust splashed, and the little boy's cry stopped abruptly, and he looked at Guiying with resentment. At a glance, it turned into a black mist and rushed upstairs.

  ...

   The patter of rain fell.

  The shadow shrouded.

  The **** the bed closed her eyes, languid and drowsy.

  Shadow lowered his head, staring at her for a long time, holding a sharp knife in his hand, a ray of coldness shining light.

  The child’s breathless cry suddenly sounded outside the door, breaking the silence.

  The shadow did not stay too much, turned around and left.

   actually ran away?

  Ranbai opened her eyes and faced the darkness of the room, a little surprised, pretending to be a pity, and then went on to sleep without any waves in her heart.

  The crying in my ears kept ringing, ethereal and vague, and the weird nursery rhyme I heard in the day.

   Dye Bai was impatient with the noise, opened the quilt, slammed under the bed, and grabbed three or four dolls.

It is different from the exquisite and beautiful dolls in the two children’s room. The doll taken out from under the bed is old and torn. The small skirt is sewn with broken fabric. The child has lipstick on the mouth. The bright colors are a bit messy. It flew up, like blood flowing out.

   grinned and smiled brightly.

  Yan Bai looked up and sneered.

"what--!"

"let me go!"

"let me go!"

  There was another shrill cry in his ear.

   "You shout, it's useless to shout to break your throat. In the middle of the night, see who will save you?" It doesn't matter if you are dyed white, lazy and indifferent.

  Doll: "..."

   Isn’t this the line it should say! !

  Dyeing white Then, from the bedside table, the closet, under the blanket, and the bathroom, a lot of rag dolls were dug out from different places, and they were torn easily.

  The paper strips falling out of it are exactly the same.

  All written a sentence on it——

go to hell!

  The blood-red handwriting has a cruel tone, and the short three words make the scalp numb.

  Dyeing white and supporting the chin.

  If I don’t learn well at a young age, I will make all these messy things.

  She held the scraps of the doll and severed her arm, and piled it up to the door of the two little kids and the adult, giving them a love surprise.

  Tonight’s mission card is dyed white that Qiao You came to find.

  ——Dear 005 tasker, please complete the following mandatory tasks for elimination.

   Arrive at the top-floor roof, and tell the most terrifying things experienced in the safe apartment in turn.

  Qiao You and Ranbai went upstairs together, Mo Lin caught the last train and squeezed in flexibly a second before the elevator door closed.

  "Don't call me again!" Mo Lin was heartbroken: "Can you die by knocking on the door next door!"

  Dye white: "Yes."

  Mo Lin desperately tried to persuade herself to calm down in her heart.

  When they went upstairs, they met a few weird and difficult neighbors. After solving the problem, Mo Lin shook his hand: "The restrictions on the apartment are getting looser."

  "Who would say no, I was crying and howling at night. At the beginning, I was very friendly and now all the ferocious faces are revealed." Qiao You muttered softly.

  Top floor.

  At this time, eleven taskers have been gathered.

  The first two dozen people have now died.

  The sky is gloomy, with gusts of cold wind, and it looks like a heavy rain is about to come.

  The taskers are more irritable than the other. If seven days pass, they will probably be driven crazy by the strange things in the apartment.

   "Let’s talk about it first. Go to bed early and go to bed early. It’s good for your health." Mo Lin said lazily, thinking for two seconds: "The scariest thing I have ever experienced in the apartment..."

  He faintly stared at Ran Bai and Qiao You.

  "Some people will never tell me to act, and show off to me afterwards. Are they still human?"

  Dyeing white: "..."

  Qiaoyou: "..."

  Tasker:? ? ?

   "I'm finished." Mo Lin closed his gaze with a cold face, "Next one."

  The mechanical sound of the system starts: "Judged as qualified."

  Everyone has a different definition of horror, as long as it is the most horrible thing for oneself, you can live.

  The task person has a complicated face.

  But isn’t this horror too weird?

  (End of this chapter)