Marvel's princess becomes king

The eyes of the female ghost in white happened to meet Sadako's, just like a person looking into a mirror. The two have the same origin, but one is the resurrected body, and the other is the residual consciousness left when making the video tape. They are so familiar. Ripe.

It is impossible for a person to lift himself up by his hair, no matter how strong he is, the curse of the female ghost in white cannot kill the body, and it is useless no matter how deep the resentment is.

excuse me! I'm leaving now!

The female ghost in white had a similar thought and retreated to the bottom of the well dejectedly. The next moment, something even more exaggerated happened. The TV returned to its normal image, and all the snowflakes and dry wells disappeared, even the black videotape. Automatically exited.

There was a slight smoke coming from the video tape, which seemed a bit overwhelming.

What's happening here! Diane was stunned.

She frowned and waited quietly for a minute.

She carefully looked at the mirror on the side. There was no distortion in Sadako in the mirror, and the phone in the room did not ring. It was unclear, but Diane felt that Sadako did not seem to be affected by the curse of the video tape.

what is this? ! !

There are countless people in the crew taking care of her, and her acting skills are average. She is obviously a Japanese woman, but she can push herself, an American, into the third female position. Now it seems that no female ghost dares to mess with her. Why? Diane felt like her mentality had exploded!

"Do you have anything else to say?" Sadako asked in a cold voice.

She knows that video tape better than anyone on the planet today. After all, she has secretly made hundreds of them...

Diane had not yet gotten over her previous anger, and now faced with this merciless questioning, she instantly felt guilty.

"me......"

She lowered her head, not knowing how to explain.

"Forget it, don't contact me again in the future." Sadako felt that this friendship was over. She picked up her bag and looked at the videotape from a distance, shattering the resentment in it.

Then she opened the door and strode away.

"Ah!! Don't treat me like this! I was wrong! I was really wrong! -" Diane felt like her heart was completely torn apart. Not to mention love, even friendship was gone now.

She screamed heartbreakingly, her voice was extremely painful, but Sadako still left her rental house without stopping.

The coffee machine, plates on the table, fashion magazines, and newspapers were all pushed over by Diane, and then she even overturned the dining table angrily.

She didn't know who she should hate now, Sadako? Hate yourself? Or do you hate the world?

"Trash! Trash! It's all rubbish! It's all rubbish!" Diane threw the video tape to the ground and stomped on it, as if she wanted to take the opportunity to vent her despair.

Then he threw the broken videotape out of the window. Without looking at it, he threw it at a middle-aged man with a splint on his arm and a bag of pills in his left hand.

As the wind rang in his ears, the middle-aged man turned his head sharply and took a step back to avoid being thrown by the video tape, while looking at Diane sharply.

That kind of ferocious aura that killed countless people was not something that an ordinary woman could withstand. Diane originally wanted to continue to curse, but the actual murderous intention made her choose instead. She hurriedly closed the window and ran back to the bedroom, like an ostrich. Same thing, hide your head under the pillow.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, and it seems to have passed only a moment.

She lay on the bed, curled up, feeling very cold.

The next moment, the sudden warmth made her sober. The lamp in the bedroom suddenly turned on. She subconsciously looked at the door of her bedroom. An old man dressed in cowboys was standing there, looking at her expressionlessly.

Diane didn't know who the old man dressed in cowboys was, but she had no fear at all. She didn't need words or guarantees. She simply knew that the other person would not hurt her.

"Are you here to save me? Am I about to die? Are you God?" She was like a drowning person, holding tightly to the last straw.

The old man dressed in cowboys nodded first, then shook his head.

The old man didn't speak, nor did he show any positive emotions such as joy, excitement, happiness, etc., but Diane was still deeply inspired. She covered her mouth and cried, and the tears seemed to wash away all her sadness and pain.

The more she cried, the sadder she became. She didn't want things to get to this point. She was once a good girl.

"Can I do it again?" she asked.

The old cowboy remained silent. He pointed to the coffee table, where there was a blue key.

He also took out a blue box. The moment she saw the blue box, Diane felt that her heart had been purified. All negative emotions such as jealousy, guilt, and resentment disappeared. She felt that her heart was full of kindness.

Diane seemed to understand something, she wiped away her tears: "I understand, I will live strong! I promise!"

......

"Damn bitch! Come out!" 006, who was almost hit, cursed at Diane's window for a while, then felt bored and turned and left the street.

He has been very unlucky these days!

A nuclear bomb hit his head! Just asking are you afraid?

That day, he drove his yacht out of San Francisco Bay to meet one of Wieland's clients. He never expected that a nuclear bomb would fall from the sky. Even if the explosive device was deactivated in time, such a large missile would fall directly with huge kinetic energy!

He didn't see clearly what it was at first, but when he saw the person clearly, he froze. What was the point of hiding in front of a nuclear bomb? No matter how good your skills are, it's useless no matter how sensitive your reactions are.

Especially when the nuclear bomb hit his head, he was completely desperate and dead!

At that time, he had given up resisting, but then he discovered that the nuclear bomb's explosive device had been deactivated, and then he began to escape. Even though he was well-trained, he was still a bit old, and his reaction speed was far less sensitive than when he was young, and the time he wasted before was also too much. More, he finally managed to jump into the sea, but the nuclear bomb overturned the yacht, and his arm was also broken by the rudder...

Today another inexplicable crazy woman threw some crappy videotape at me. Are you all bullying me?

When he returned to his residence, he felt a little dizzy and groggy. After recording today's diary, the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He dialed a number urgently and fell asleep.

When the dream and reality merged, he felt as if he had become a beggar covered in dirt and grime. His limbs were all broken, and he could only crawl on the ground on his elbows and knees, relying on the people around him. A little charity to keep you alive.

A square blue box appeared next to him, and two little people the size of fingers kept wandering next to the box. He felt that his memory was collapsing at an exaggerated speed. In the end, he couldn't even think of himself. Who has forgotten all his previous experiences and only knows that he is a beggar.