Global thriller: My organs have a mind of their own

Urban legends.

A strange tale that circulates in the city.

Cat-faced old lady, rift girl, closed door village, eight-foot adult, No. 81 in Beijing, Bloody Mary.

These urban weirdos are widely circulated, and many people are familiar with them.

Weird, terrifying, and absurd are the tone of weirdness.

And in this game of endless thriller.

There is only one meaning of the strange talk.

Danger!

Deadly danger.

............

Trembling! Fear!

Cicada Qinran hid under the work and shivered.

Listening to the crisp footsteps fading away from the hallway, she knew that she had picked up another life.

"Woo, woo woo ......

".

Tears rolled in his eyes, and endless fear and grievance coiled in his heart.

She's crying.

But I didn't dare to make too much noise.

Because the footsteps outside are very sensitive to sound.

She saw with her own eyes that one of her colleagues had been skinned off by the owner of the footsteps and died in wailing.

She was afraid.

She didn't want to die.

But she didn't know how to escape from the haunted office building.

"Who's going to save me......

".

Her heart was constantly longing, but she also knew that in the face of the horrors in this building.

How powerless human beings are.

"That's it. "

Downstairs, Lin Soul looked at the towering office building, and a hint popped up in his eyes.

[There are several treacherous people who died of overwork wandering in this building, and the fusion of the dark world has brought them back to this world, and they who think they are excellent employees can't see others being lazy, and they want everyone in this building to "work overtime". 】

"After the death of the social animals of 996, they turned into treachery, aren't you the capitalists who should take revenge?".

Seeing the hint in his eyes, Lin Soul shook his head and strode into the office building.

Future Vision didn't warn him, indicating that the treacherous strength in this building should be rubbish.

Bullying the soft and fearing the hard.

Lin Soul liked it the most.

Cold and reserved.

Lin Soul, who stepped into the door, felt that the atmosphere had changed.

It was the force field radiation generated by the treacherous resentment, and the psychological suppression brought to human beings.

This kind of suppression can cause people to have negative emotions such as fear and panic.

Affect the state of the person.

But for the rulers of the ghost puzzle.

This effect is almost non-existent.

The ghost and the ghost hair released an eerie aura at the same time, keeping the resentment in the air out.

The blood in the body also released a warm breath, directly dissolving the corrosive power of the ghost hair and ghost shadow.

I feel like my body is warming up directly after a warm-up.

Lin Soul clenched his fists and began to search the office building.

Others are treacherous, perhaps by finding treacherous rules of killing, probing the cause of their deaths, and finally subduing or influencing treacherous with strength and emotional resonance.

But Lin Soul didn't have such trouble.

The vision of the future and the regression of death with his eyes can easily see the strange cause of death.

The immortal grip of both hands and the shadow double of the shadow match the source of blood life.

Let him have the power to defend the treacherous.

In the face of treachery, what he needs is to use violence and carry out forced killings.

Divide their bodies and get their puzzle pieces.

This is the orthodox way of playing the game.

"Come on, let me see how horrible you are. "

Click!

In the sound of footsteps, a figure wandered in the corridor.

It was a figure in a black suit.

The suit is crisp and the leather shoes are reflective.

But His head was terrible.

Flattened, broken.

It's like a watermelon that has been crushed.

Brain Jing and blood dyed the white shirt on his upper body into a blood-red color.

His two eyeballs had been squeezed out of their sockets and attached to his head only by their axes.

But that's it.

The eyeballs were still rolling, as if they were looking for something.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped, his drooping eyes suddenly bulging bloodshot and turned in one direction.

There, another figure appeared.

The human figure.

This human being is neither wearing overalls nor working.

His rules of killing have been set out.

Click!

Footsteps sounded again, but this time the sound was dense and furious.

The footsteps were accompanied by a shrill scream.

"Work!work!work!".

The open hands turned into paper cutters, compasses, rectangular rulers and other work supplies.

The eerie cold light stabbed at this lazy human.

The treacherous eyes of the suit shone with a numb and dead light.

It was as if He had seen the picture of this human being about to be "corrected" by Themselves.

Squeak!

However, just as the sharpest compass was about to stab the human.

The suit was treacherous, and he suddenly felt his limbs tighten, and a terrible restraint force made him unable to move for a while.

His eyes rolled.

I found that I don't know when, there were hairs around me.

The hair is woven into a trap that resembles a spider's web.

He was bound in it.

"Work!work!".

The devil's hair slammed into the flesh, and black blood flowed out.

The stench of decay wafted away like a dead man's decay.

Corrosive ghost hair snorted.

"Can't you just put a ghost puzzle on

your own?

Lin Soul, who was holding his hands in his pocket, looked at the compass that was gradually approaching him, and the black shadow behind him slowly stood up.

With a big mouth like a crescent moon, he walked towards the suit treacherously step by step.