I tell fortunes for NPCs in a horror game

"Dad, it hurts! Let me go, I won't play anymore!" The boy's voice sounded so panicked in the empty building.

Lin Xiangwan turned two corners and found a small door not far away. The structure was familiar, like... the Fan family's bathroom.

"You cry, your brother is outside. If you cry to him, I will let him come in and play together."

After Fan Sheng said these words, Fan Yiming's crying stopped suddenly, and there was only a low sob.

If it weren't for Lin Xiangwan's sharp hearing, she would have doubted whether Fan Yiming, who was still being tortured just now, had broken free from the shackles of the devil.

She began to understand the "uneasiness" Zuo Qianrou mentioned. It felt like there was a thousand pounds on her feet. She pressed the door handle and gently pushed the door open.

Fan Yiming stood beside the low stool, his eyes as red as rabbits. He was the only one in the space, but Fan Sheng's voice echoed infinitely:

"Let's play a game."

"Yiming, it's time to play games."

"Be obedient to me!"

"Your mother would be very sad if she knew about it. Do you want to tell her?"

"If you dare to tell others, I will kill you..."

"Shut up!" Lin Xiangwan drew an isolation note in the void to isolate the sound. She was so angry that she stepped forward and grabbed Fan Yiming's wrist, saying coldly: "Let's go, I'll take you out."

His body was trembling, and he raised his head and looked at Lin Xiangwan: "I can't go with you, mother will be sad."

Thinking of Wang Wenmeng's love brain, Lin Xiangwan became even more angry. She touched Fan Yiming's head and patted it gently: "I only see your sadness."

Lin Xiangwan couldn't help but lead him out of the door, and led him downstairs.

Step after step, it's like falling into an abyss.

"My mother said she would have had a better future if it weren't for my brother and me."

"Oh, really? It's her problem that she failed to lead you and your brother to a better future."

"Dad said, I'm just a dragster."

"Why didn't he say that before he married your mother? Hindsight is the most annoying thing. Don't imitate him in the future."

"Let me tell you secretly, my father can beat and curse people. My classmates said that I will become such trash in the future."

"Fan Yiming, you can be a blockbuster, or you can be a rising star tomorrow. No one can decide your future, except yourself."

When he walked down the last staircase and saw the same door as before, Lin Xiangwan turned sideways and stopped: "Fan Yiming, what do you want?"

Xing Gulan doesn't want to marry Yan Jingtian, but what about Fan Yiming? Want to resist?

"Me?" Fan Yiming raised his head and smiled slightly, "I want to make everyone happy."

Lin Xiangwan stared into his eyes and leaned down: "In life, there are things to do and things not to do."

This is what she said to Fan Yiming when he grew up, and what she wanted to say to him at this time.

She removed the breath-holding talisman and caught the blood in the mixed smell.

Without waiting for Fan Yiming's answer, she reached out and pushed open the door. Behind the door was Fan Sheng who died tragically, with his limbs nailed to the wall as if they were twisted section by section.

This method of death also reminded Lin Xiangwan of a person: "So, you also killed Yu Liangping?"

"Isn't it good? If he wanted to hit you, I would kill him." Fan Yiming, wearing a junior high school uniform, stood beside her. "Well, when he hit me, you also protected me."

There are two "hims", one is Yu Liangping and the other is Fan Sheng.

Lin Xiangwan's eyes fell on his school uniform. There was a large stain of blood on his chest, which was exactly the same as what she saw Fan Yixiang wearing in the corridor!

Noticing her gaze, Fan Yiming unnaturally covered the blood stains with his coat, smiled at her and said, "My brother and I will protect you. I like you very much. Can you stay here with us?"

It was the first time that Lin Xiangwan was confessed in front of such bloody light, and he was not at all excited: "I'm sorry, what did you say? Do you like me?"

"Yeah, I want a 'mom' like you. Is that okay?"

If it hadn't been for this last sentence, Lin Xiangwan might have been happier. But it was precisely because of Fan Yiming's explanation that she understood that his "like" for her was nothing more than the hope that his mother could stand in front of him and protect him for once.

It's a pity that even if Wang Wenmeng becomes a ghost, he only has a normal life in his heart.

Lin Xiangwan took Fan Yiming's hand, and he began to look at her with dependent and expectant eyes: "Do you want to stay?"

"I have my family, and I can't stay." Before Fan Yiming's ghostly aura had completely risen, Lin Xiangwan endured the stench at the tip of her nose, and drew a soul-killing charm on the palm of his hand with red eyes, "Do you think you You have no place to stay, but someone is already protecting you from the wind and rain. Have you forgotten?"

Obviously, Fan Sheng said he was not allowed to tell anyone, but he still brought them here;

Obviously, he could pretend to know nothing, but he fought back angrily.

It turned out that Lin Xiangwan didn't understand why Fan Sheng was seriously injured, Fan Yixiang was killed, Wang Wenmeng died, and only Fan Yiming escaped the disaster.

Now, the truth is out.

The real master of "Play a Game" is not the dead Fan Yixiang, but the unwilling Fan Yiming...

Because the good brother who protected him has been killed. No one can protect him anymore.

Lin Xiangwan touched his cold cheek: "I wish you peace and joy in the next life, and not be disturbed by the world."

The talisman printed on the palm of his hand shone slightly with golden light. When the light was about to cover the entire space, she vaguely saw someone hugging the thin figure from behind.

The two brothers nodded to her in unison, leaving a duet of "thank you".