Yin sacrifice

The hand is not bad, few living people can beat him, how can the soul without entity subdue him, the strength is surprisingly strong, could it be that there are ghosts outside of people, and there are ghosts in the strong?

The world has been going on for tens of years, but I never thought that one day my boat would capsize on top of a ghost, what a pitiful life!

He was shocked, and then swung his left fist, but was caught by the opponent's raised hand again.

"it's me!"

The person on the opposite side spoke, and he was slightly dazed when he heard the voice.

I thought I was hallucinating, but the temperature from the wrists of both hands is indeed human body temperature.So it's not a spirit body, it's a living person.

"How did you come?"

It was Yu Yan who came, but who was standing beside him?It was a male figure, slightly thin, and somewhat familiar.

The other party stood still in the darkness, not saying a word.

Shao Zhuoer narrowed his eyes slightly, and swipe his thumb twice on the screen. The dazzling white light on the back of the phone lit up and shone on the figure, so he could see the person's appearance clearly.The moment he saw it clearly, his face immediately sank, and his tone became sharp: "Why did you bring him here? Do you think this is a child's play house?"

Yu Yan looked at him strangely, "Isn't it because you wanted Xiao Hui to come to the night shift before? Now that he's here, why are you talking in a weird way? Did you lose your mind after staying here for too long?"

"Aren't I afraid that your heart will hurt?" He even said that he has a strange yin and yang, okay, if that is the case, let you see what the real yin and yang is. "He's your darling. If something happens, don't you want to settle accounts with me?"

He said lightly: "There are too many accounts between you, I don't care about adding more."

Shao Zhuoer was angry and gritted his teeth, "I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, now you go to the broadcasting room with me, the students may be in danger."

Yu Yan and Xiao Hui followed him, and the three of them returned to the broadcasting room together, but it was a pity that they were still a step late.

The door of the broadcasting room was opened, and there was a strong smell of blood coming from inside. When I entered, I saw seven or eight students lying in a pool of blood, without breathing.Sheng Yi and the other students were gone, and the footprints on the ground were messy, which showed that the situation was very bad at that time.

Shao Zhuoer looked through the corpses all over the place, and as expected, none of the dead students belonged to his own class.What happened during the time he was away, and what is the relationship between the resurrected Black Mary and the students of the gluttonous class?

Countless questions kept flashing in his mind, causing him a splitting headache.

Yu Yan's cold tone came from behind: "Are you satisfied with the way it is now?"

This sentence was extremely sarcastic, but Shao Zhuoer didn't excuse himself, he knew what Yu Yan meant by this sentence, and he really couldn't get away from it when the matter developed to this point.

Xiao Hui: "Stop talking, here is a piece of paper."

He went over to pick up the white paper on the console, and his expression suddenly became more dignified. He glanced at it hastily, and then spread it out to Shao Zhuoer and Yu Yan, "Look at the content on the paper."

It said: The copy of the game is about to start, and the multiplayer mode is officially launched.

All the strength in Shao Zhuoer's body seemed to be taken away suddenly, and he sat limply on the ground, muttering: "Shangying may be about to change."

"Do you know who called me to inform me that something happened to you?" Yu Yan said something irrelevant.

Hearing this, Shao Zhuoer immediately pulled out of his absent-minded state, and asked him with wide eyes: "Who is it?!"

"He Dongchen."

Shao Zhuoer became dejected again.

This is really not a good place to talk. There are corpses all over the place, which looks not much different from hell, and the smell of blood that has not dissipated lingers on the tip of the nose, which makes people feel uncomfortable in the stomach.But maybe this is the only place that is relatively peaceful, that note says everything, if the murderer wants to return, he will definitely not leave that sentence behind.

For Yu Yan, a patient with moderate cleanliness, the environment here is very bad. If there are other safe places, he will definitely not stay here for a second. Unfortunately, they have no choice now, and he can only temporarily endured.

He heard Shao Zhuoer say: "He Dongchen's changes are expected, and Le Yuan should be blacked out for nothing. We all know this. After all, there are no little angels here, it's just..." He licked his dry hair Lips, touched the neck and continued. "It's just that I didn't expect them to be blackened so quickly, and they even found a copy of the game."

"Do you regret it?"

After hearing this, Shao Zhuoer smiled, "It's not regrettable, I'm just sorry for dragging you in."

"I'm very glad that I was dragged in by you, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to you now." If I hesitated for a while when I received the call, I might not be able to see him. It's a pity.

They sat quietly, as if waiting for something.

17. A new game starts

◎Children who are not strong enough◎

It all started with September 24th, the worst day in Shao Zhuoer's life.

Shao Zhuoer carried the cardboard box with a big hole in it and several "scratches" on the back, and walked towards home on the crowded subway.

His expression was numb, his eyes fixed on the ground.

At first, he was still a little reactive, knowing that he should firmly protect the cardboard box, but later he let the cardboard box be squeezed and deformed by the crowd.

Not long after that, the radio in the car sounded: "I have arrived at Linshan Road, passengers heading to Linshan Road, please get off at this platform—"

After the soft female voice finished speaking, the crowd gathered and rushed towards the door. After a while, there were many fewer people in the car.Shao Zhuoer stiffly found an empty seat and sat down, then raised his hand and wiped his face, his eyes regained some brilliance, staring at the broken cardboard boxes on the ground, his eyes slowly turned red.

He didn't pick up the cardboard box immediately, but sat quietly under the surprised eyes of the people around him. After those eyes disappeared, he leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes and rested for a while, reckoning that he was about to fall. The train platform was about to arrive, and before the door opened, he picked up the damaged cardboard box on the ground and walked towards the platform outside.

The moment he got up, there were several crisp sounds, including the sound of metal hitting the ground, and when his feet were completely outside the car, a little girl called out behind him, "Uncle, Drop your things..."

Shao Zhuoer didn't see the girl's appearance from the beginning to the end, and he didn't know that it was not the thick and solid door that blocked this kindness, but a cold hand.

In fact, he doesn't need to care about the lost things.

He even thought that everything in the box should be thrown away, and it should be put in the trash... But if he did that, he really wouldn't feel the slightest weight in his heart.

At one o'clock at noon, the sound of cicadas chirping came from the big tree in the flower bed. It was almost the end of September, and there were still cicadas active outside.

Going up the building, walking in the shady passage, and then stopping at the door of the third house on the fourth floor, took out the key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it gently. The sound of ten sharp blades slicing across the wall.

The residents in this building are basically reclusive. They have been living here for almost five years, and they know very few neighbors. They don't even know whether the owner next door is a man or a woman.

Opening the door, Shao Zhuoer threw the suitcase on the shoe cabinet, then bent down to change the slippers, suddenly there was a pair of men's feet in front of him.

He raised his head in surprise and asked, "You didn't go to work today?"

"I went, I came back at noon."

This man is his friend from high school to college, Yu Yan known as "Cold Rakshasa".

The light was blocked by his tall figure. Shao Zhuoer was about the same height as Yu Yan, but because he was bent over, he looked shorter. Buried in the shadow, he couldn't see the expression on Yu Yan's face clearly at the moment.Yu Yan seemed to have a heavy tone when he spoke, and Shao Zhuoer's heart trembled, thinking that something important had happened, but then he thought that Yu Yan usually spoke like this, so he felt that he was thinking too much and didn't ask.

Yu Yan: "Come in after you change your shoes, I have something to tell you."

Shao Zhuoer scoffed.

Sure enough, no matter how long he lived with Yu Yan, he still couldn't bear his appearance, and every time he spoke, he seemed to be giving orders.He used to be a cadre of the student union, and he spoke like an old cadre, but now that he is nearly thirty, his tone is getting older.Shao Zhuoer suspected that the words "vigor" and "vigor" never existed around Shao Zhuoer.

"Tell me, what's the matter."

Shao Zhuoer wearily followed him into the living room.

Only then did he see a person sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The boy with an immature face was wearing a large school uniform, his trousers were rolled up, his sleeves were rolled down to cover his hands, and he was wearing a red scarf under his collar.

The room was extremely quiet, the TV opposite was not turned on, and there was no cup of hot water on the table.

The expressions of Yu Yan and the boy are very synchronized, they both have no expression, the only difference is that Yu Yan is naturally cold-blooded, while the boy's eyes are gloomy, and there is no trace of light in his eyes.

The atmosphere in the whole house seemed weird and depressing.

"Who is he?"

"Ling Yang, my student." Yu Yan sat on the high chair, answering my questions while replying messages to his colleagues. "There was an accident at his house, and he wants to stay at our house for a while."

"Oh." Shao Zhuoer agreed without hesitation.

It's not that he doesn't have doubts, but it's not easy to ask carefully face to face. Seeing Ling Yang's distraught appearance, something very serious must have happened. If he asked directly, it might hurt Ling Yang.

In addition, Yu Yan has always disliked Shao Zhuoer's "spying" on his work affairs,