The Grim Reaper Can't Be Tricked

The long-haired girl still buried her face in the short-haired girl's shoulders, and everyone could only see her cloud-like smooth hair from any angle.

The air conditioner seemed to be getting colder, and many people in the room shrank their arms. Cen Jin's arms were covered with goosebumps, and he could even hear the whistling of the air conditioner facing him behind him.

But the next moment, the air conditioner was obviously turned down.

Cen Jin turned his head in surprise, the wind from the air conditioner facing him was indeed much lower, and the wind was at a level that made him feel comfortable.

Could it be that the boss still remembers what he did in his post a few years ago?

But apart from him, everyone else in the room still looked very cold, obviously there was only one air conditioner.

"The summer of the eight years was very sweltering, the temperature was as high as 30°C every day, but my mother refused to turn on the air conditioner, and woke up every day to the humming of the fan and sticky sweat.

On this day, I woke up sweating profusely as usual, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing the fan, the curtains behind me were drawn, the sun shone in, and the room was very bright.I glanced at the painting on the wall out of the corner of my eye and thought, she must have been looking at me all night.

It's all because the uncle in the attic brought her home, I hope she won't entangle me, I don't have the habit of stealing now.

My mother was downstairs urging me to go down to eat breakfast. After I finished washing, I watched my mother throw the prepared breakfast heavily on grandma's table while I was eating. My father was watching TV with the back of his head facing us, pretending not to see.

But I know he can see.

Grandma sighed helplessly, her old appearance was a little pitiful, I was soft-hearted, but when I saw the two black holes where her eyes were, I got angry, and thinking that she insisted on letting my uncle stay in the attic made me even angrier.

So I yelled at my mother, deliberately saying that the paintings in the room were too annoying, and she was about to steal all the important things in the house.

Because the uncle’s travel expenses to Liben were to steal grandma’s private money and parents’ wedding money. They have always been worried about this matter. The word “steal” is very sensitive in our family, so my mother cooperated with my performance. , pointing at Sang Huai in the kitchen.

The screeching and clattering of pots and pans made me regret mentioning the pictures in the room.

Oh, why don't they understand that I'm actually telling the truth?

Grandma took the plate to the attic to deliver food to my uncle. I put my schoolbag on my back and put on my shoes at the entrance. I looked back at my dad who was reading the newspaper and said: Dad, if you keep pretending not to see, maybe one day you will really see up.

Dad glared at me angrily.

I giggled and ran out of the house, and suddenly remembered that I forgot to tell my father not to steal her private money while my mother was not paying attention, and not to steal the food at home, my nutrition and my mother’s blood to give to my mother like grandma. Uncle.

A week later, I woke up suddenly with strong heart palpitations, and the clock beside the bed quietly pointed to 3:45.

There are dense eyes staring at me in the dark, they come from the direction of the painting, staring at me firmly, I seem to be able to hear them whispering.

Talking eyes?

so funny.

But I couldn't laugh, I was flustered and scared, I desperately wanted to sleep, but I couldn't, I wanted to scream, I wanted to call my parents, but I couldn't, the eyes in the painting were looking at me.

I don't know what would happen if I was found awake?

Will it turn into two black holes in the eye sockets like the stealing grandma?

But I haven't stolen anything for a long time, since I found out that the painting can also steal things, I dare not.

Will it turn over old accounts?Blame uncle, blame grandma, they steal things by themselves, why do they want to harm us?

Finally, until dawn, I rushed out quickly, holding my uncle's room fiercely, and then ran downstairs to ask my mother why she still kept my uncle?Why can't grandma and uncle live in the old house?Is the reputation of filial piety important?Is grandma's pension important?

My mother felt sorry for me, who was emotionally broken, and finally asked my grandma and uncle to move to the old house very firmly. I took the opportunity to make a request, and my uncle took away the paintings that my uncle had stolen.

For Dad, of course, Mom and I are more important, so this time he finally put down the newspaper in his hand to respond to our appeal.

Looking at the two eye socket-like black holes on his face, I couldn't help swallowing in fear.

Eventually the family decided that grandma and uncle had to move out tomorrow.

My mother was very happy and rewarded me with a big chicken leg. I was also very happy, so I looked up and asked seriously: "Mom, will you steal things?"

Mom said: Of course not.

I immediately gnawed on the big chicken leg with peace of mind, and at night, I went back to my room to sleep, staring at the painting of Liben vigilantly, always feeling that the woman in the painting would look back at me from time to time.

Or suddenly opened the clothes, revealing a lot of eyes staring at me, otherwise how to explain the dense sight that gathers on me every night?

In the second half of the night, I was woken up by the heat again, and in a daze, I felt dense eyes staring at me, and I was drawing—no, no!This time the line of sight was very close, as if there was a person standing at the head of the bed and looking straight at me.

Because the fan blowing towards me by the bed was whistling, but there was no wind blowing on me!

I dare not open my eyes at all, but I trust my intuition, knowing that the painting on the wall staring at me is different from the one standing beside my bed staring at me at this moment.

Those clumps and clusters of sights concretized in my mind into countless eyes, densely packed eyes of different sizes and shapes, just looking at me so indifferently until I had a nervous breakdown... Of course I didn’t in the end Crazy, I don't know how long it took, and suddenly my whole body relaxed, and those horrible, dense sights left my room.

I was panting alone in the room, I thought I would open my eyes until dawn, but unexpectedly I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I looked at the painting on the wall for the first time, but the painting had been taken away.I quickly put on my shoes and ran into my uncle's room in the attic, where the clothes and beds were all cleaned up.

Finally gone.

I breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and leave when I suddenly wondered why this room with nailed windows was so bright?Is the light on?

Nothing.

I looked for the light source, stared straight at the wall that had been chiseled out with countless holes, leaned over to look at a hole, and found that it was my bedroom, facing my bed, and the wall on this wall The back is where the portrait of Liben's woman was originally hung.

I suddenly shuddered, wondering if the person peeping at me every night was a painting or an uncle?

My mother suddenly appeared at the door of the attic, urging me to wash up and go to the Children's Palace.I agreed and walked out. Because of the light behind me, I couldn't see my mother's face clearly until I accidentally caught a glimpse of my mother's front from the mirror hanging on the stairs.

I asked stiffly: "Mom, didn't you say that you never stole anything?" "

The weather in June, the room was stuffy, and everyone was startled to sweat profusely by the story of the long-haired girl. No one expected that the woman who seemed to be the most afraid of ghosts would tell such a shocking horror story.

No, now no one can tell whether it is suspense or horror. What is certain is that it is extremely scary when you think about it carefully. Every sentence and every place is terrifying.

Are the previous few words, "Don't cling to me" a child's childish language, or is the child's ghostly eyes still open, what did he see?

The things at home are about to be stolen by the paintings in the room. Was it stolen by the 'painting' or by the 'uncle'?

Did 'I' discover some secret?

The scariest part of the story is the two black holes on the face of 'Grandma', what does that mean?Had her eyes been gouged out?For stealing?

Why do you get your eyes gouged out for stealing?Who dug it?

Later, the father was also gouged out because he often stole money from his mother's private house. The protagonist used to steal before, but he didn't dare anymore.

The uncle and grandma also stole, and the mother at the end should also have her eyes gouged out, because she stole things. Combining the above, it may be that she stole grandma's pension account.

And the most thought-provoking part of the story is the paintings on the wall, and the dense holes on the wall in the uncle's room.

Is the peeping protagonist's sight coming from the painting or the uncle?

If it was an uncle, why did he dig so many holes?

The protagonist surrounded by dense sight, is her intuition correct?

The student sister screamed softly, shook hands and stared at the same-sex couple opposite: "That long-haired girl, why do you keep lying on your girlfriend's shoulder? You... have you seen her face?"

The red-lipped girl next to the short-haired girl immediately flicked away, bursting out with an authentic Cantonese accent: "Duo Lei's mother!"

The others stared at the two vigilantly: "Make it clear, are you human or ghost!"

The short-haired girl: "...it's a human being. My girlfriend has a cold, she's wearing a mask, and she's dizzy, so she's lying on top of me." She patted the long-haired girl on the shoulder: "Xiao Li, show them."

The long-haired girl raised her head reluctantly, and sure enough she was wearing a mask.

Soon she lay back down again, but the others were still vigilant: "She is so timid, why does she still come to play? Why is the story she tells so scary?"

Short-haired girl: "Because she likes to play this kind of horror and suspense games very much, and is also a horror novel author and horror game commentator up master."

The student sister couldn't believe it: "How is it possible? She is so timid!"

Short-haired girl: "People are addicted to vegetables..."

After finishing speaking, she was punched by the long-haired girl.

Anyway, after the misunderstanding was resolved, everyone returned to their original positions and asked the long-haired girl what the keyword was.

She said softly: "But I haven't finished yet."

and also?

"When I was 13 years old, my grandma passed away. My uncle showed up at the funeral once, and it was still tightly wrapped. He left the day after my grandma was buried. After two or three years, I heard that he went to Become a taxi driver in the big city.

As for the painting, it seems to be still hanging in the main hall of my hometown. "

Confronted with the story of the boy in the hat, and directly compiling his prequel, this is a signal of anti-client and active attack!

Awesome, worthy of being the author of horror novels, the content and atmosphere of the story are quite strong, not only taking care of his own logical thinking, but also directly attacking against the boy in the hat.Other people's stories echo back and forth. Her story has many doubts and can be interpreted in many different ways. The scary thing is that the logic is still self-consistent.

The long-haired girl continued, "The key word is: Baimu."

As soon as everyone heard it, they immediately stood up, as energetic as if they drank an energy drink. It was not because of anything else, but because other people's keywords were vague, and only the keyword of long-haired girl was particularly specific.

Baimu, one more word.

There is a hundred-eyed monster in the Shan Hai Jing, which was passed down to Liben and became a hundred-eyed monster, and compiled a history of the hundred-eyed monster, that is, a rich girl has a kleptocratic habit. Every time she steals something, that thing will turn into an eye. Until the whole body is covered with eyes and becomes a hundred-eyed demon.

The hundred-eyed monster can steal eyes, and if it steals a hundred, it will become a thousand-eyed monster, which is difficult to subdue.So when she stole all 98 eyes, a monk sealed her main eye with Buddha incense ash, and subdued her like this.

So in the story of the long-haired girl, as long as someone steals something, his or her eyes will be stolen, so the eyes of the protagonist's family are all empty.

So here comes the question, is it the hundred-eyed demon in the painting who is stealing eyes, or the uncle in the attic?

Long-haired girl: "Next story."

"Wait." The student sister scratched her heart and said, "Who is the Hundred-Eyed Demon? Is there really a Hundred-Eyed Demon?"

Long-haired girl: "I don't know, you ask him."

She pointed at the boy in the hat and threw the blame at him.

The boy in the hat is full of anger, and the next story cannot be separated from this setting, or it will be called a hundred-eyed monster, and the setting will be rounded back, which confirms that the core tone of the story is ghosts and ghosts.

Either to refute the setting of the long-haired girl, but he does not have the IQ and logic of the long-haired girl, and cannot fulfill his setting, which leads to him being successfully trapped.

Cen Jin secretly applauded, they are all very powerful people.

Next is the woman with red lips. She told a story called "Bird in a Cage" that happened in a remote town. The main idea is that the protagonist, as a member of the town's residents, has never left the town and doesn't know the development outside. .

Until one night, the protagonist saw two beams of lights passing by the gate of the town from a distance, and then saw a strange steel monster galloping in the night. She had never seen it before, and she was curious, so she wanted to follow it. Knocked down...

At this point, everyone in the room looked at her and the boy in the hat clearly. It was obvious that her story was based on the logic of the boy in the hat, and they had cooperated long ago.

The red-lipped woman shrugged her shoulders and didn't create any atmosphere anymore. After finishing her speech quickly, she said the key word: "Heterogeneous."

Cen Jin's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the woman with red lips. This keyword seems to refer to 'foreign body' and 'strange'. Are the keywords following 'Hundred Eyes' so obvious?

After the red-lipped woman, the atmosphere in the room changed from the horror and suspense brought about by the original story to the tension and urgency of the players forming gangs in reality. A round of stories is almost over, and they can prepare to eliminate some people.

The remaining two student sisters were probably influenced by the adults in front of them and frightened by the frightening stories. They were nervous, so they wanted to tell the story in depth, but the logical loopholes were obvious.

The last two student sisters were depressed and said nothing.

Now it's the turn of the story of the ninth person, that is, the most eye-catching yellow hair in the crowd.

The narrow room was full of people, even Furiluo, who had a distinctive foreign silhouette, had black hair, and only Cen Jin's yellow hair was dazzling.

Even if he doesn't speak, even the cat will be noticed in the corner, because he is as bright as a firefly in the night.

Everyone looked at him suspiciously, there was no other meaning, the main thing was that he looked like he was ready to quit at any time at first, thinking that he would not be serious and he was not a strong opponent, but this law was just broken by the long-haired girl in a second.

Recalling the story of 'eyes', I still feel creepy.

What if this yellow-haired Sangpi is also the king of food addiction?

Cen Jin, who had no sense of urgency, decided to tell a kinder and warmer story, so he said, "My story is called Ghost School Psychic."

Everyone: Fuck.