Salted Fish Zombie

The scene in the photo is very familiar, it is the toy room that Ning Su has just been to.

The man in the photo is holding a wax doll and stuffing it into the little girl's arms.

He had a smile on his face, an amiable smile, but an indescribable light shone in his eyes.

The little girl looked at the wax doll quietly. She didn't understand many things at the age of three, and there was no expression on her face.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, wisps of silvery light shone on the two of them.

This scene happened to be captured by one person and left on the photo forever.

Ning Su looked at this photo for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

He put the photo frame back in place and looked at the study.

Most of the books in the study room are naturally books. The books here are roughly divided into two categories, political and economic and ghosts and ghosts.

Not only books with ghosts and ghosts, but also printed related materials. The reason why these materials were not made into books is because it is impossible to pass the review and publish them.

In fact, many books here are privately printed and privately circulated.

The paper is full of dark legends and records of Gumantong, especially the production method, which is **** and numerous.

For some sensitive and timid people, just looking at the pictures will make them a nightmare all night.

Ning Su held the handle of the locked drawer of the desk with black energy wrapped around it, and pulled it open without making a sound.

In two drawers, he found most of the information about ghost friends, or Gumantong.

These materials are all handwritten, in elegant and powerful fonts.

I don't know what kind of mood that person had in writing this thick information word by word.

Ning Su went through these manuscripts one by one, and still put them back where they were.

He came out of the study and walked to the master bedroom on this floor. The master bedroom is the room with the best view and the largest view in the whole villa. The cloakroom and bathroom are very large.

Ning Su entered the bathroom closest to the door first. The bathroom was as messy as the study.

The liquid in the bathtub had already dried up, and a thick layer of blood-red unknown substance had accumulated in the bathtub.

Bottles and jars scattered all over the ground, half covering the **** footprints on the ground.

The cloakroom was still very messy, with clothes thrown all over the place and several men's suits and women's dresses ripped into pieces.

The bedding should be white, but it's hard to see now.

There are red, yellow and yellow stains all over it, some seem to be dripping from the wall, and some seem to be left by something crawling over it or being dragged by.

One after another, from thin but not thick bodies.

Under the drawer, Ning Su found another photo frame, which was a wedding photo from the wedding.

The man in the photo is the one in the study photo, and the woman is obviously his wife, a very beautiful and gentle woman, whose appearance is not inferior to that of a female star.

It's kind of like Manman.

The children's room is connected to the master bedroom, and when the door opposite the bed is opened, there are small girls' children's rooms.

In the family where Ning Su lived, the children didn't sleep in separate beds with their parents until they were five years old. I don't know how old Manman was when she was transferred to this weird children's room.

The children's room is full of frightening figurines, grimace masks, and skeleton toys.

The bed is not covered with soft bedding, but with thick long hair several meters long. The pillow is a human body, and there is a skull next to the pillow.

On the small bookshelf, there are also ghost and horror stories in the comic book.

The only normal book is about filial piety.

When Ning Su was about to continue watching, his nose moved suddenly and he smelled something.

He immediately put down the book in his hand and went down through the window.

The coldness brought by those cold little hands spread from the face to the back, and Zhu Shuangshuang's whole body was covered with a dense layer of goose bumps.

Her ball head is spread out, and two strands of hair are hanging down, dangling in front of her eyes.

Her eyes were divided by the hair, and she looked at the boy's gray-purple lips. She smiled with the corners of her lips pulled, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zhizhi, what are you talking about?"

The boy stood there silently, not responding to her question.

With his hands still on Zhu Shuangshuang's face, he moved a little closer and rubbed Zhu Shuangshuang's face, "Sister, you treat me very well, really well, no one has ever treated me so tenderly and protected me. really like you."

"I like Zhizhi too." Zhu Shuangshuang swallowed hard, "Can you put sister down first?"

The boy still didn't respond to her question.

Zhu Shuangshuang was dizzy. The rotating lights in the pink lotus lantern and the talisman papers in the storage room made her even more dizzy and uncomfortable.

She closed her eyes forcefully, forcing herself to calm down so that she could analyze the current situation and Zhizhi's state of mind.

"You let my sister down, and my sister will take you to bed, okay?" Zhu Shuangshuang said: "Tomorrow my sister will teach you how to play chess at home. You are not stupid at all. You will learn it in a while. From now on, we can play chess at home."

"My sister loves playing chess very much. If someone plays chess together, I won't feel bored and don't want to go out."

"For the rest of the day, my sister stayed at home with Zhizhi."

The boy finally responded to her question, he said: "A few days are not enough, you have to stay here with me all the time."

Zhu Shuangshuang shed a tear, "I really want to stay here all the time, I have food and shelter here, and I don't want to go to those dangerous and terrifying worlds."

The boy finally had an obvious reaction, the feet in the small leather shoes moved, and his hands twisted together.

Zhu Shuangshuang continued: "But how can my sister stay here forever? My sister may be taken away by a powerful force. Can I really stay here forever?"

"Yes!" The boy's voice had obvious emotional ups and downs, and he picked up a delicate doll, "Just put my sister in here."

Zhu Shuangshuang was shocked.

On the first night of staying in the castle, Shi Tianshu asked her if she knew why they entered the dungeon and became children.

Later, Zhu Shuangshuang found out, because they were not "born" yet.

Now Zhu Shuangshuang knows another reason, because they may be made into Gumantong, and Gumantong will naturally be Tong.

Ning Su quietly climbed over the wall and came out of the villa in the night.

He searched for the scent and came to the door of the dilapidated house on the street.

The reason why it is called a dilapidated house is because this house seems to have been moved from the top floor of a certain building. It has a sense of age. The walls are cracked and dirty, and the roof is missing a corner. I don’t know if there will be air leakage.

"Ha."

The boy in front of the door turned his head, and in the overcast night, he saw the birthmark boy who had been turned into a painted puppet, and the people around him.

"Great Gu Po, come out to enjoy the moon again."

silence.

The birthmark boy seemed to have thought of something, "Haha."

Ning Su: "."

Ning Su pushed open the door to let Gu Po go in first, and he and the birthmark boy followed him into the room.

They are late.

In the dark and dilapidated room, on the broken sofa with all the springs poking out, lay a player who looked like a mummy.

Ning Su remembered that his name was Dai Jiuming, and he was a player on the fifth floor.

Ning Su also remembered that after learning that the method of intimidation could be used to get lucky points from ghost friends, no player on the fourth floor used this method, and the fifth floor had the most players using this method, except for Zhu Ji and Liu Liantian. And this Dai Jiuming.

Originally, this six-year-old boy had baby fat on his face and was chubby.

At this time, a thin layer of skin on his face was wrapped around the bones, and the shriveled blood vessels were clearly visible.

The clothes were too big for him, and it could be seen that every part of his body was the same as his face.

Strangely, he is not dead yet.

His eyeballs were rolling, and they rolled more obviously after seeing them, as if he wanted to tell them something, or maybe he was asking them for help.

Beside him, by the old sofa, sat a little girl with two braids. The little girl was wearing a ragged cotton jacket with floral patterns, and she was licking the last drop of blood from his finger with her head down.

The birthmark boy hid behind Gu Po and looked at her.

Ning Su and Gu Po stood in the room silently.

Gu Po said: "I always thought that I would never have good luck in my life and be rejected by the heavens."

Ning Su: "In this game, you are the luckiest person."

Chen Jinpeng and Zhu Ji were lucky at first, but because of their greed, they caused the death of their ghost friend.

The second of three very precious ghost friends.

In the eyes of many players, Gu Po, who should be the most tormenting person, has never forced or threatened a ghost friend.

He is currently the safest player who is almost certain to pass the level easily.

Ning Su thinks about this game carefully, it seems that he can't be good to ghost friends, and he can't be too nice to ghost friends.

Gu Po is just right.

Well, maybe there is one more person.

Gu Po turned her head to look at Ning Su, her eyes stayed on his face for a long time, when she was about to speak, her eyes swept over another girl who appeared in the room, and she closed her mouth.

"Mom thinks he's lucky because I'm not good enough?"

Ning Su turned to look at the little girl at the door.

The little girl in the ragged jacket sitting next to the ragged sofa also looked up at her.

The little girl at the door was wearing a puff-sleeved cotton linen nightdress, with thick and shiny black hair, white and tender skin, and long eyelashes, she was very beautiful.

Just as beautiful as that night.

In the garden that day, the players witnessed Chen Jinpeng intimidating the doll to get lucky points, and followed his pace one by one.

The place in the garden that used to laugh the most became the place that cried the most.

Then, in the garden, Juji cornered the slime to death.

At two o'clock that night, she appeared in front of them so beautifully.

She was also wearing a white skirt, sitting on a still swing, the fluffy skirt covered the entire swing, and the corners of the skirt shone like moonlight.

She gathered the hair on the right side behind her ear, revealing a beautiful blood flower earring, "As you all have seen, human beings are selfish and cold-blooded."

"For their own benefit, they show their ugly faces and use all kinds of dirty means to persecute us and force us to death."

"Once there are people and ghosts who can bring them more benefits than us, they will abandon us without hesitation."

"Aren't you willing to open your eyes and take a good look?"

"Getting emotionally involved will only hurt yourselves!"

At that time, she shed a tear, as if she had a memory and thought of something.

She thought of the ragged jacket she wore before she died.

It occurred to her that she was living in a shabby room.

It became clearer and clearer, and when I came out of the castle, everything was restored.

In the wave of laid-offs, the lame father of the textile factory lost his job. Their family lived in a self-built textile building, and people came to drive them out every day.

The younger brother cried every day from hunger, the blind mother cried from worry every day, and the father became increasingly irritable.

She would have nightmares every night, dreaming that someone was knocking on the door and trying to kick them out.

Once they come to drive people away, their parents will beg them, and if they beg without self-respect, they will scold: the family is disabled, bad luck.

The word "disabled" would irritate Dad again and again.

After they left, Dad would beat Mom and her angrily.

He hated that he could only marry a disabled person like his mother, and he also hated her for being unable to walk.

Later she died.

Death looks tragic.

The Taoist said that this is a murderous house, whoever lives in it is dangerous, and whoever gets close to it is unlucky.

This incident spread quickly in the textile factory, and they were horrified by the sight of her death, and everyone panicked.

Several families moved out of that building, and each floor was not fully occupied. Since then, no one has come to drive them away.

And she was taken away by the fake Taoist priest.

A new round of torture began.

Not for a lifetime, but for a child who has never been treated kindly before death, what will happen when he meets someone who is so gentle and kind to him?

She couldn't explain clearly, she only knew that she would not be able to accept this person's harm to her.

Especially not being able to bear this injury was my worst nightmare during my lifetime.

He was kicked out of the room and scolded as a cripple.

The ragged girl lay down in front of the mummy and closed her eyes.

The dilapidated house exudes a strong musty smell, and paradoxically, there is a smell of burning fire.

In the storage room, the lotus lamp exudes a strange fragrance.

Zhu Shuangshuang said to Zhizhi: "Zhizhi, when I can still use this body, can I use it for a few more days?"

"I still want to use it for the last few days. I like the warm body temperature of 36 degrees. I like my hair to grow."

Zhu Shuangshuang's voice was hoarse, as if she was crying. She didn't shed tears, but that was it, and it was more effective than a single tear.

Squeak bit his lip, he also liked her hair.

At the castle they had slept in the same bed, except for the first two nights when her head was very close to his.

He could smell the faint fragrance of her hair, and touch it gently, it was smooth and soft.

Even better than that big star woman's hair.

Before going to bed, she tied a high ball head and tied it with a red hair tie.

He knew that the red hair band was a red hijab.

That day the red hijab covered the entire castle, but in fact he had been looking for her figure in the gaps where the wind blew up.

There are so many monster children below, so many players, his eyes are easily fixed on her.

She had been blocking the monster kid below all night, and she had no strength left.

The monster kid jumped on the wall, smashed the castle through the red hijab, and she staggered and fell.

While crying, she stumbled to set the monster child, her face was covered with corpse fluid, and her eyes were red and swollen.

After the monster kid withdrew, he ran out of the castle and ran to her who was unconscious, and found red and purple scars on her body.

When the monster kid hit the wall angrily, it wasn't the wall that hit her, but her.

Standing upside down, Zhu Shuangshuang saw a tear fall to the ground.

Not hers.

"I really like you."

If there is such a person who is willing to sleep next to his head, teach him how to use chopsticks, and protect his sister desperately, he is willing to use everything to change.

Both body and soul.

Zhu Shuangshuang was put down.

Ji Mingrui was sitting face to face with Suisui, reading a book.

Seeing him in a daze, Ji Mingrui frowned and said sternly, "Didn't I teach you to recognize those words just now? Why can't you remember them?"

Sui Sui frowned slightly in pain.

Ji Mingrui said: "Even ghosts have to learn how to read characters well, otherwise what should I do if I don't even understand the "Book of the Dead" in the future? Do you know what the "Book of the Dead" is? Do you know the undead in Egypt?"

Sui Sui sighed, thinking of something, inexplicably relaxed again.

Meng Jiang, who was sleeping, was wrapped in white bandages by a boy on the bed.

The boy sat by the bed, looking at him in vain quietly.

Ning Su bid farewell to Gu Po, and raised his foot to step out of the narrow door.

Unexpectedly, Gu Po would also leave, and the two bumped into each other at the door.

Ning Su stepped aside a little, and stepped over the threshold after he went out.

He glanced back at the dark and dilapidated house, the girl in the ragged coat was lying on the arm of a skinny boy, silently, they were like a statue in the dark.

Ning Su and Manman walked back together in silence.

He passed the room where Zhu Shuangshuang and Zhizhi were, and the materials in Zhizhi's study appeared in his mind.

Zhizhi is the child of a legitimate little flower. For the sake of her career, Xiaohua cannot have a child. She claims that this is her younger brother.

She also let him call her sister at home.

In fact, she spends very little time at home, and she is on the set 350 days out of 365 days a year.

Naturally, she couldn't take him with the crew, just in case, when the boy was conscious at the age of four, she didn't want someone she didn't trust to take care of him at home, for fear that he, who was already sensible, would say something.

The boy watches her on TV every day.

She saw a boy chasing her out of the apartment once, but ignored it.

The boy is always a ticking time bomb, once it explodes, it will be a devastating blow to her career and her upcoming marriage.

The boy chased her all the way in that city with a developed economy and heavy traffic, and lost his way.

He stood blankly on the busy road, was hit by a car, and his body was crushed under another car.

Go past the room where Meng Jiang and the mummy are.

Ayi has never seen his parents since he can remember.

His parents are working abroad, which means to him that a lot of money will be sent back every six months.

But that money was rarely spent on him, all in the hands of his group of relatives.

When the relatives called their parents, they were gentle and amiable, vying to adopt him, but when they hung up the phone, they had another face.

They just want to ask for money from him, and ask for a good word in front of their parents, and no one cares about him at other times.

His death was both funny and sad.

The bad boy cousin brought back a group of gangsters, and the group of gangsters said, he is so white.

At that time, there was a very popular movie about mummy, and he was made into a mummy by these perverted teenagers not long after.

Ning Su walked past the house of Ji Mingrui and Suisui, the house of Shi Tianshu and the wax figure boy, the house of Gu Yangwei and the sugar girl...

Every time he walked through a house, he would think of the corresponding information he saw in the study.

"Mom, why are you walking so slowly?" Manman looked back at him and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah," Ning Su scratched his slightly itchy arm, "I was thinking..."

He glanced back.

The two of them stood on a dark and gloomy street. Looking out from this long, dark street, the Fairy Tale Town outside the street was relatively bright.

But still bleak.

The entire Fairy Tale Town is dark and filled with fog.

The mist may be what they call resentment, hostility, yin, and death. It is always gray and dark, dark and dark.

"I was thinking, why is this place called Fairy Tale Town, shouldn't fairy tales be like this?"

Fairy tales should have bright colors, including apple red, cream yellow, orange orange, honeydew melon green, which is the playground he has seen in Chagall's works.

The little girl looked up at him, with rare doubts in her eyes, "What is a fairy tale?"

Ning Su pursed his lower lip, feeling that his stiff zombie heart had been pricked.

Little girls don't know what fairy tales are.

There are no Snow White and Cinderella in the picture book in her room, only evil ghosts and evil children.

Her companion since she was a child was not her peers, but Gumantong who was full of house.

Since she was born, his father made her familiar with these things and get used to them.

Zhu Shuangshuang is right, Manman means Gumanthong and Gumanli.

She had such a name before she was born.

At the end of the street is their house.

The stack of materials locked in the drawer in the study room, the last one, number 20

— my dear daughter.

A crazy man wrote this sentence tremblingly under the lamp with excitement.

"Her name is Manman. I gave her this name before she was born."