Horror game: At the beginning, persuade ghost oirans to be good!

Breathe in a gentle breath, spraying on his fingers.

He touched his skin again.

The tentacles are warm and moist, which is the touch of living people.

But Lin Xun said that he was dead.

Hua Ling didn't answer Lin Xun's question.

She just hid in that light beam, like the moonlight sweeping across the earth, elegant and quiet.

"People are always good at forgetting things."

"No one has ever experienced death, so no one can say what death is."

"It's like no one can tell how I fell asleep."

"We've been through so much, we've had so many brushes with death that it gives us the illusion that we're alive."

"Human memory is like a credit card record. Every record will erase the previous experience."

"The more things we experience, the more we have the illusion of being alive."

"But actually, I'm already dead, aren't I?"

Lin Xun didn't know how to verify his own life and death.

He was just so firmly convinced.

Hua Ling still didn't answer.

"When most people arrive here, they will definitely promise something about desire. After all, everyone has had such a dream when they were young! But once you make a wish, it means you have hit your plan!"

All desires are born in the living body.

Once the body is gone and the desire is fulfilled, what is the use?

This is the ultimate trap of the game.

A faint smile overflowed from the corner of Lin Xun's mouth.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the beam of white light.

"I make a wish, let me resurrect!"

He spoke every word very clearly.

Lest the other party hear clearly.

No one answered him.

All around, there is only endless darkness.

Time and space froze in an instant.

Only darkness, like the wind blowing at the end of the universe, flows rapidly...

After a long time, Hua Ling finally spoke.

"I grant your wish! Mortal!"

"But, mortal, if you want to enter this game again, just break the red rope on your wrist."

Lin Xun glanced at the red escape rope tied around his wrist.

He didn't know why Hua Ling would say such a thing.

"Do you think I look like an idiot?"

Lin Xun said with some disgust.

"Of course you are not, you are too smart a man."

"Yeah, since you think I'm smart, why would I go back to the game to seek death? Even if I'm an idiot, I still hope I'm alive..."

He said indifferently.

The woman in the beam of light had a shallow smile on her lips.

"Ah Xun! You will definitely come back!"

The voice of a woman is soft and timeless, like tiny waves in the tide of history.

As soon as her words fell, Lin Xun only felt that his body was torn apart...

He seemed to be roasted on the fire, turned into powder, turned into fly ash, and gradually, condensed into ice...

……

Today is February 8.

Lin Xun's first seven.

Lin Xun was not discovered until three days after his death.

It is said that the landlord came to urge the rent at that time, but he did not answer the phone calls, did not reply to WeChat, and did not open the door.

Finally, the landlord kicked the door open, only to find Lin Xun who had been dead for a long time.

The criminal who killed Lin Xun was soon caught.

It's a 16-year-old girl with fair looks.

When he was caught, he was still muttering: "I'm not wrong! He insulted my brother! That's why I did it! I also have my reasons! If it wasn't for his scribbles, how could I have killed her?"

Lin Xun's parents rushed back from the countryside soon.

Although his family is in the countryside, they are not poor. In the early years, they were demolished and took a small villa and three small houses. There is no problem for them to provide for the elderly.

When they heard the news of Lin Xun's death, their parents wanted to sell all the houses and let that girl be sentenced to death!

But the lawyer persuaded that the other party was not yet satisfied, and could not meet the criminal law of the death penalty.

Therefore, the two had no choice but to cremate Lin Xun's body first.

Waiting for the court summons.

After completing Lin Xun's death certificate, and canceling his various card numbers, after the account.

The Lin family's parents took Lin Xun's ashes back to their small villa.

Father Lin was a carpenter in his early years, so he made a small wooden box for Lin Xun and put the ashes in it.

In the past few days, Father Lin couldn't sleep well.

In the dream, Lin Xun always said that the place he slept in was too small and wanted to change it to a bigger one.

Father Lin made him a bigger wooden box.

It is said to be a little bigger, but in fact it is almost the size of a suitcase.

And Mother Lin burned some gold, silver and jewelry for Lin Xun, a villa, a Rolls-Royce, an Apple, a notebook, and by the way, two paper figurines with photos of the two big stars on them.

Afraid that his son would be bullied down below, he even burned a paper man made of Dashi Johnson down there.

It is natural for the old couple to be sad.

The son is dead, revenge must be avenged, and life must be lived.

They hope that they can cope with the next life, and they also hope that their son can live comfortably below.

Soon, Lin Xun's first seven arrived.

……

After Lin Xun made his wish, he felt unbearable pain in his body.

Then, before his eyes, there was a vast expanse of white gray.

Something shrouded his eyes, which made him fear and tremble.

After a moment of silence, he subconsciously moved his hands and feet.

Outside, there was a burst of thunder like a stormy sea.

Summer is a rainy season.

Lin Xun is now in a very small space, his hands and feet are tied, as if he is trapped in a suitcase.

what's the situation?

Could it be another new game?

Or, am I alive?

Wait, if I live, where am I?

Could it be that it was packed in a suitcase and sunk in the pond...

Thinking of this, Lin Xun struggled a lot.

At this time, there was a sound of trembling footsteps outside the box.

……

Holding three sticks of incense, Father Lin pushed open the door and entered the room where Lin Xun's ashes were enshrined.

In the room, there is another photo.

——Sister Lin Xun, Lin Mi's photo.

Lin Mi was only 16 years old when he died.

Inexplicably, he jumped off the roof of the school building.

The school didn't explain too much, just lost a sum of money, and let it go.

Up to now, the Lin family's parents don't know the reason of Lin Mi's death.

That child was always well-behaved and lively, and he couldn't hide things in his heart, so why did he die...

"Hey, when you were born, your mother asked a Taoist priest to tell you a fortune, saying that you were born again from the ashes. Now it's all right, you've been ashamed and shattered into slag. Where are you reborn? Where is the rebirth? "

Father Lin put the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner.

"Of course, we didn't think about whether you were reborn or not. If you were really reborn, you wouldn't scare us to death..."

Father Lin said while wiping away tears.

"You said you didn't do a good job, but you became a screenwriter! Your mother and I should have persuaded you at the time! If you didn't work as a screenwriter, you would still be alive now!"

Chapter 97 One of the main officers of the League of Fathers Worried Listens to Lin's father's true confession.

Lin Xun was very moved.

"Dad! I'm not dead!"

He responded very excitedly to his father.

Father Lin's hand that wiped his tears couldn't stop shaking, shaking, shaking...

There were bursts of thunder outside, and a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. In the hot midsummer, a torrential downpour finally fell.

In the midst of thunder and lightning, the incandescent lamp hanging on the ceiling suddenly flickered a few times, and then went out.

The room fell into silent darkness, and outside was the onslaught of the storm.

Thunder, rain, a huge roar.

A flash of blue lightning flashed across the room, illuminating the room with white light.

The sudden brightness also allowed Father Lin to see a hand, a living, bloodless hand slowly crawling out of the box where Lin Xun's ashes were placed.

Father Lin has always talked less and done more, and his personality is notoriously clean and tidy.

Of course, Father Lin's reaction at this time was also very straightforward.

He clutches his chest.

With a "hiccup", he passed out.

There was not even a trace of unnecessary sound or movement.

……

Lin Xun finally crawled out of the box, wanting to surprise his father.