Master of the World [Quick Transmigration]

Lan Chen's expression was indeed not very good. In the dark night, his expression was colder than that of ghosts.

Lan Mingxuan was still shivering until the phone was hung up, without any injustice or hatred, what crime did he suffer in the middle of the night!

In the video, Lin Xun is still working on his theme of exploring the old house, and the gifts have been maxed out. He is like a ghost walking in the dark night. The night is cool, Lin Xun puts the hat of the black sweater on his head, He looked quite a bit cold and handsome.

At the moment he was staying in a small room, Lin Xun intuitively expressed his feelings, "It feels a little better here."

Instead of blindly promoting horror, he took out a drawing book from the drawer. It was obviously a child's immature brushwork, drawing a family of four, with arrows crookedly marking 'Dad' and 'Mum', 'elder sister'.

elder sister?

Lin Xun frowned. He remembered that the story mentioned that the dead include husbands, old people, wives who committed suicide, and surviving sons, but they didn't mention a word about the little girl in the painting.

This room should be well-decorated, he can see the care of the adults who arranged the room, and there are cartoon patterns drawn on the blackout curtains.

"It reminds me of a story."

Lin Xun told a warm ghost story. His voice was very pleasant. It was like a clear stream among countless horror factors. Perhaps it depended on his own experience. The stories he told could always deeply portray the every detail.

The onlookers were fascinated, especially those who mixed Two-dimensional, calm down and enjoy this voice-activated feast.

Lan Chen looked at Lin Xun's eyes through the screen, his eyes were bright, and the black hood made his face smaller and more beautiful.

For some reason, the anger in his heart was extinguished like this.

Through each syllable, I feel the old picture.

After Lin Xun's story is finished, those who were intoxicated just now feel the story, and when they wake up, infinite love is displayed on the screen one after another.

"Ahh! My little brother is so good at telling stories!"

"Please hug! Please be in your arms! Please roll and sleep together!"

"Fuck! Am I the only one who noticed that someone gave me the Eye of God?"

In less than 40 seconds, the same person sent out a hundred God's Eyes.

"The local tyrant begs to hug her thigh! Begs to be caressed!"

"Rich man, evil rich man! Fuck my little brother!"

One God's Eye is equivalent to 10000000 gold coins, and one hundred God's Eyes is exactly 10 yuan.

Lan Mingxuan was the most devastated, he stared blankly at the screen, not knowing how many strands of his long hair got into his mouth.

Isn't this Lan Chen's account? What happened?

It was still a situation of immortality just a second ago, why did he suddenly offer a gift.

Lan Mingxuan is a senior netizen, but he doesn't know that there is still a saying that there is still a second to turn fans.

Lin Xun also noticed the madness in the live broadcast room, and found that he received a gift of 1 yuan in one minute, and grinned, showing half of his canine teeth.

This smile instantly broke the hearts of many girls.

Lan Chen, who had just finished shopping for gifts, saw this slightly shy smile, and his breath tightened. For a moment, he was a little uncertain, whether it was the live broadcast or Lin Xun who did the most harm.

Lin Xun, the protagonist of public opinion, is quite calm. He has not forgotten his main mission. He searched for some clues in other places in the room, such as photo frames, homework books, and a diary with only a few pages. The musty smell of sunlight.

The child wrote crookedly. This diary should be a homework assigned by the school, and there are marks of corrections on it.

Lin Xun read a few pages, and went to several other rooms one after another. There was a crooked wedding photo hanging in the bedroom of the original owner. It was originally a happy family. In the photo, the woman leaned her head on the groom's shoulder, smiling gently. Looking at it, I can't see the madness of getting divorced at all.

Even with the dangling screen, the people watching the live broadcast gradually read a sense of sadness from this old house.Everyone's topics gradually lead to a moral aspect, such as mistresses, scumbags and the like.

Lin Xun didn't seem to have noticed these discussions, moved a stool, touched the wedding photos on the wall, and looked around carefully with candlelight.

On several occasions, viewers worried that he held the candle too low and set the house on fire.

He didn't speak for about 2 minutes, which is quite a long time for a live broadcast.

Some netizens couldn't help swiping presents and begging him to open his mouth.

"In horror stories, everyone will attribute something that happened to the horror itself." Lin Xun finally opened his mouth, but said something inexplicable.

People who eat melons are at a loss, chicken soup for the soul?It doesn't sound like it either.

On the screen, Lin Xun methodically moved the table and blocked the door, and then explained, "This old house has to be developed many times, but the workers have accidents one after another, because there have been horrible murders before. Think of it as a horror factor."

Lin Xun moved a few more stools over, "But in fact, just like a murder case, the final explanation of most things in the world cannot escape the word artificial."

"A child's world view is the simplest, just like the family portrait he drew, there are as many people as there are, no more, no less."

His voice was light and ethereal, and many people felt a little nervous when they thought of the painting that Lin Xun had just brought out.

Lin Xun said to himself: "The little boy should have an older sister. The diary is a running account like homework from the beginning to the end, but it mentions that my older sister went out to play and didn't come back at night."

Some people started to search on their mobile phones, and finally found a piece of news among tens of thousands of messages, which was not true or not. There was a girl in this family, but she never came back when she went out to play. Some people said that she saw a girl in black. The woman in the clothes led the little girl away, and the family thought she had been abducted by human traffickers.

"Although I don't know the inside story, I'm obviously not alone in this room."

As if responding to his words, there was a rattling sound in the corridor.

In fact, the footsteps are very light, but it is too quiet here, and any slight movement will be infinitely magnified.

"Please don't be kidding me."

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"Little brother must be teasing us on purpose."

……

Before the wave of comments was finished, there was a loud noise, followed by thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, and the sound of the door slammed down crazily. The sound became more and more urgent, and finally a dagger pierced through the door, which had been corroded by moisture for many years. , Just by knocking it can cause a violent shock, let alone a sharp dagger.

The comment area exploded in an instant.

Lin Xun avoided it calmly, retreated to a position farther from the door, and said, "Please call the police."

Leaving the specific location, he quit the live broadcast.

There is not much battery left in the phone. If you continue to open the video, it will last for up to 15 minutes.

……

A room that was originally only lit by a floor lamp suddenly brightened.

"You don't know how to play for real!" Lan Mingxuan turned on the light, put on his clothes quickly, and called Lan Chen, but the other party didn't answer, so he could probably guess what, ran out quickly, and drove all the way.

Lin Xun looked at the dagger stabbing in aimlessly, and made a preliminary estimate. The door would not last for a few minutes. His eyes calmly looked at the door full of holes, and he said, "You should cherish this place very much. There is no dust at all, as if someone is constantly rubbing it."

The movement outside the door stopped for a moment, and then came another violent storm.

"If you move again, I'll burn this house down," he paused slightly, "I'll choose this wedding photo as the starting point for the fire."

Outside the door, a hoarse female voice came. She hadn't talked to anyone all year round, and she stammered, "I, kill, kill you."

Lin Xuntian's body is like a layer of iron plating, he doesn't eat hard and soft, and he is not afraid of being threatened with life and death, "Your brother's diary says you are lost."

"Catch, take away."

Lin Xun, "Who took you away."

From the intermittent female voice, he heard a past that no one knew about. At the beginning, the girl's father's lover outside kept urging him to divorce. At the beginning, there was no movement, so she quietly took the girl away. The man thought he was His wife didn't take good care of him and lost his child, so he was determined to get a divorce.

Unexpectedly, it opened the root of the Miemen tragedy.

After the murder happened, the lover went completely crazy, and vented all the resentment on the little girl, whipped and abused him, and later, the little girl accidentally killed the other party in a resistance, and escaped, she had nowhere to go, went round and round again Back to this old house.

"I, I hate."

The woman's voice was filled with endless pain, "Brother, brother, he saw it, but he didn't, he didn't say...he deserves to die."

Lin Xun, "That's why you poisoned him to death, and planted it on his wife. You even killed anyone who came here and wanted to destroy it, pretending it was an accident."

"They're all going to die." She said a complete sentence for the first time, "You're going to die too."

Lin Xun sighed, Lan Chen really gave him a good house.

He used the limited power of his mobile phone to send an audio message to Lan Chen, and said fiercely, "I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost." '

The woman outside the door did not know what went crazy again, maybe talking about old things aroused her grudges, stabbed the door frantically with a dagger, and in the end, directly slammed it with her body.However, Lin Xun didn't really do anything to this house, and even helped to straighten the wedding photos on the wall. His tone was cryptic and tortuous: "I sympathize with you, but it's just sympathy."

Since she killed her own brother, she has come to a dead end.

His voice was drowned in the violent impact, Lin Xun stood by the window, looked at the car lights not far away, looked at his watch slowly, and said, "It's 5 minutes faster than I expected."

Fixing the candle in his hand on the window sill, Lin Xun turned on the music on his phone, closed his eyes and waited for rescue.

The moment the door was knocked open, a woman with disheveled hair appeared. The bench and table hindered her progress, but her limbs were quite sensitive, and she jumped onto the table with one leg. Unfortunately, she had no chance to continue forward. Someone came from behind. He grabbed her collar directly, causing the woman to lean back.

In just a moment, she got up again, the dagger in her hand was kicked far away, she opened her mouth and screamed angrily, and rushed towards the people behind her.

Lan Mingxuan was startled, why is this woman so strong?

On the other side, Lan Chen bypassed the men and women who were fighting together, and walked in.

Inside the room, Lin Xun opened his eyes, tilted his head halfway, and smiled at him with squinted eyes.

This kind of extreme environment can often give birth to some other kind of feelings. Lin Xun stood up and stretched out his hand to him, and Lan Chen held it in a mysterious way.

With the idea of ​​music, Lin Xun suddenly took a light and natural dance step, Lan Chen responded subconsciously, and the two cooperated seamlessly.

Besides, Lan Mingxuan, he knows taekwondo, but unfortunately, this crazy woman fights with all four limbs, entangled on the body like an octopus, unable to exert strength.

Just as he was struggling, he saw two equally elegant people dancing together under the candlelight and moonlight in the room. When he didn't pay attention, his face was almost scratched by a woman with her nails.Lan Mingxuan turned grief and anger into strength, pushed away the person on her body, pressed her shoulder with his backhand, and howled angrily at the same time: "Lan Chen, I'm fucking you!"