The high-cold character design collapsed again today [Unlimited]

An old yellowed photo, probably seen repeatedly, the corners are all sanded. In the photo, there are two children, one tall and one short, wearing the same sea soul shirt, standing side by side.

The taller child looked a little reserved, maybe it was because he was not used to being photographed, or because he was not used to the slightly crooked body of the shorter child who was approaching him, but the standing posture was stiff and straight.

Strangely, the faces of the two children were blurred as if they were overexposed.

Ning Zishan stared at this photo for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. It was as if something was gradually recovering from his chrysalis memory, struggling to break out of the cocoon.

But that layer of "cocoon" is too flexible, and the memory buried by time still can't break free from the shackles after many attempts, which also makes Ning Zishan more and more anxious. what's going on.

In the end Ning Zishan gave up, he sighed, the hand holding the photo was casually hanging on the side of his leg, he leaned his head up on the cracked sofa back, raised his other hand and pinched Shangen.

My head hurts, which is the result of not resting well, restlessness and catching a cold.

He closed his eyes for a while, sat down again, and continued to turn his schoolbag upside down, but unfortunately found no other useful clues.

Ning Zishan was a little unwilling to give up, so he stood up and moved the sofa away, only to get a thick layer of dust.

Then Ning Zishan sat on the sofa for a while, and finally decided to put this doubt aside and go find a weapon. Maybe he will remember it after killing the "ghost" at night.

The public bathrooms and toilets were useless, so Ning Zishan went down to the courtyard on the first floor, stepped on the wet and wet ground, and walked around the corners where sundries were piled up.

The light rain still does not stop, as if it will never stop.

This time Ning Zishan was lucky. After looking around for a while, he finally found an ax behind a pile of discarded furniture.

The ax is not big, just like the kind commonly used in rural areas for chopping wood. The wooden handle is smooth and blackened, and the ax blade looks sharp.

Ning Zishan took the ax in his hand and weighed it, then found a piece of waste wood and tried it, and the wood was easily split in half.

I don’t know if this “ghost” can be killed with an axe. If it’s the head or the neck, it should be the same, Ning Zishan thought. He just hoped that the “ghost”’s bones would be destroyed. Not harder than an axe.

After that, Ning Zishan searched and picked around again, and gave up after finding no better weapon than the axe.

After returning to the third floor, Ning Zishan looked at the time, and it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.

He put the ax next to the sofa, found another stiff towel and wiped his shoulders and hair wet from the rain, yawned, found a place to lie down on the old sofa, and prepared to take advantage of the sun Black catches up on sleep again.

In fact, the main reason is that he hopes to dream of Ke Xu again. The skinny Ke Xu in the dream really makes him worry too much. Even if it is just a dream, Ning Zishan wants to ask him why he became like that , even just to hear his voice is good.

But Ning Zishan was disappointed, this time he still slept soundly and didn't dream of anyone.

It was already dark outside the window, and it is now past eight o'clock in the evening. Ning Zishan slept for five hours, and obviously felt that his spirit was much better.

Ning Zishan walked to the corridor and took a look in the yard. The rain was still falling, but under the dim streetlights, there were no NPCs chatting together yesterday.

Will the "ghost" really come tonight?Ning Zishan couldn't help but start to doubt.

After returning to the room, Ning Zishan went to the kitchen to cook the other half of the vermicelli. Now there is only a little rice left in the whole kitchen, which may not be enough for tomorrow’s ration. If Ke Xu can’t be found tomorrow, he can’t get out of this dream. Will I have to go hungry in the future?

After sucking and sucking the noodles, Ning Zishan took the ax he found and hid in the public bathroom again.

The "ghost" made a lot of noise after it appeared, so there's no need to worry that you won't be able to hear it if you hide here, but you don't know if its "language" attacks will take effect if Ning Zishan can't hear it.

Around twelve o'clock, there was a sudden violent tremor on the ground. Ning Zishan was startled, and ducked out of the bathroom, hiding behind the corridor fence. He saw that the red "ghost" really Appeared again!

Because there was no NPC downstairs this time, the "ghost" didn't delay. It went straight to the stairs, and its strong body squeezed up the narrow stairs, all the way to the third floor without stopping.

Ning Zishan hid in the public bathroom again, and heard the door opening in the corridor, and then it was the same as last night, Ning Zishan first heard a sound of pinging, bang, bang, smashing things and hurling curses, which lasted for more than an hour. It fell silent again.

Perhaps it was because Ning Zishan was not in the room this time, or because the voice of the "ghost" was much quieter because of the distance, this time Ning Zishan did not receive an unknown whip.

But this time it was very strange. After a short period of silence, the "ghost" did not fall asleep after cursing casually like last night.

Ning Zishan didn't know what kind of madness it was going on, but just hearing the sound made him shiver, and he wanted to find something to plug his ears.

In this way, another half an hour passed before the entire Tongzilou fell silent again.

Ning Zishan didn't dare to move rashly, and waited for a long time to confirm that the "ghost" really seemed to be asleep like last night, then walked out of the bathroom with an ax in hand, and approached 306 on tiptoe.

The light was on in the room, and Ning Zishan leaned on the window and carefully glanced in. The whole living room seemed to be worse than last night. The tables and benches were overturned. Bloodstains, which were not there when he escaped yesterday.

The bloodstain stretched from the door of the bedroom to the main entrance of the living room, twisted and crooked like traces after dragging, brighter than flames on the dirty floor.

Suddenly Ning Zishan thought of something, looked down at the corridor outside the door of 306, and saw a dark mark on the concrete floor, which looked like it was wet, but Ning Zishan knew, It was blood. When Ning Zishan didn't see it, something injured came out of the house.

Is it a "ghost"?But why didn't he even hear the sound of going out?And judging from my own observation yesterday, there should be no other "people" in this room, so it couldn't be the "ghost" who hurt himself, right?

Ning Zishan: "..." From the sound of smashing in the room just now, it seems that this is not impossible.

Ning Zishan walked along the bloodstain suspiciously, wanting to see where the thing went.

The bloodstains moved forward, dragging a dark red river on the ground, and Ning Zishan found that the bloodstains stopped for a moment every time they passed a door, and finally stopped at 302, which is the door closest to the stairs.

And 302 is also the place with the most blood in the entire corridor.

Room 302 was pitch black, and no sound could be heard. Ning Zishan paused outside the door for a moment, and decided not to make trouble, and go back to 306 to see if the "ghost" is really gone.

Ning Zishan returned to 306 with the ax in hand, took out the key and gently opened the door, then slipped in through the crack like a wild cat.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, and the bloodstains on the ground were even more shocking when viewed closely. Ning Zishan didn't know what was wrong with him. He had seen more bloody scenes before, but he felt that there were no bloodstains like this before. unbearable.

Suppressing the discomfort, Ning Zishan clenched the handle of the ax with both hands, and walked towards the bedroom in a defensive posture.

There was a slight snoring sound coming from the bedroom, and Ning Zishan was taken aback. Could it be that the blood on the ground did not belong to "ghosts"?

Cold sweat overflowed from the palm of the hand holding the handle of the axe. Ning Zishan couldn't help but clenched his hands, and looked towards the bedroom—the "ghost" was still on the bed, sleeping soundly holding its big wine bottle, and the blood Whose?Could it be that someone else entered the room after he left?

Ning Zishan lowered his eyes, and found another pool of blood on the open space between the wardrobe and the bed. Beside the blood, there were several broken wine bottles, glass shards all over the floor, some soaked in a pool of blood, some It collapsed on the floor, and was illuminated by the light, making people dizzy.

Ning Zishan looked away from the pool of blood as if avoiding it, then walked around the blood and glass shards on the ground lightly, and walked behind the "ghost".

The sleeping "ghost" didn't know that someone was peeping at him with an axe, and he was still whining to himself, his rock-solid chest heaving greatly.

Ning Zishan raised the ax with both hands and pointed it at the "ghost"'s neck, but he couldn't cut it down no matter what.

This is a "ghost", although it looks like a "ghost" on the surface, until Ning Zishan knew that it was actually a "person" under the skin of the "ghost", it was the fat man Ning Zishan had seen in Ke Xu's phantom, so If he really chopped down with an axe, would he kill a "ghost" or a "human"?

No no, even if he is a "human", this place is just a dream. He is at most an NPC, how can he be considered a murderer...

Ning Zishan was confused, until now he realized that he didn't seem to have the courage to kill a "person", even a "person" wearing ghost skin.

Just when Ning Zishan was struggling, the "ghost" suddenly moved. Ning Zishan was startled, thinking that it was about to wake up, and almost dropped the ax in his hand. There was a blank, the body followed instinct, swung the ax and slashed at the "ghost"'s neck!

"Crack"!It was the sound of the ax blade cutting into the neck, Ning Zishan was taken aback, he did not expect that he would succeed so easily.

But the strange thing is that there was no blood spurt, not even a little bit of blood, the neck of the "ghost" was chopped off by the ax, and the lost ghost's head rolled off the pillow and fell to the ground , and finally stopped at the edge of the pool of blood, as if wanting to drink the pool of blood.

The fractures of the neck and head are uneven, showing a stone texture.

Ning Zishan threw the ax with the curled blade on the ground. He looked at the headless "ghost" in disbelief. Did he guess wrong? It was a "ghost" and not Ke Xu's at all. guardian?

Where is Ke Xu?Is it all useless work that I have done?

A strong sense of dizziness immediately hit Ning Zishan's brain. Before he had time to think about anything else, his legs went limp and he passed out.