Around the gaps in his fingers was an abandoned coal mine. The spreading darkness and the shrouded night were integrated. The girl took her hands away and looked around with her black eyes.

"Have you all hidden? I'm coming to find you~~" The voice echoed in the night.

The coal piles were covering each other, like monsters lying on the ground, and the joking laughter of children came from behind.

"I said I can't use crutches!"

"As long as you catch us, we will agree to play with you!"

"Whoever is slutty is a puppy, no one is allowed to play with her in the future!"

Listening to the response in the coal mountains, the girl blinked and threw away the wooden crutch she was leaning on without hesitation. The small wooden crutch was made for her by her grandfather.

Her left foot is naturally deformed and it is difficult to control her body's balance. She needs to use Mukui to walk.

Throwing away the Muguai, the girl gritted her teeth and stuck one foot forward, and stood up straight on the ground, dragging her forward little by little, and her body showed a strange posture.

The ankle was tingling, the sweat beads of water emanated from their face were chilly, but the girl's mouth was grinning with white teeth, and her thin body exuded warm happiness.

The girl thought she was finally going to be accepted by her friends, but she didn't know that it was just a group of children who had agreed to deliberately tease her.

After all, who would like to play with a disabled girl who picks up trash?

"Hey, I've seen you!"

As she moved forward in a strange posture, the girl bent down and climbed a coal slope with her hands and feet, revealing a head stained with coal ash. She looked down at several children hiding in a pile of whispering.

"It doesn't count if you see it, you have to catch us, hahaha..."

The children ran away in scattered, and the crisp laughter made the girl a little anxious, and she fell unsteadily under her feet and rolled down from the coal slope.

After a while.

The girl opened her eyes, a child threw the crutch over, grimaced and mocked, "A little bit, you didn't catch us, you will never catch us."

"Even if we catch us, we won't play with you."

After the children finished speaking, they jumped and hummed a song and left...

"The old man who picked up the rags picked up a lame baby, without a father or a mother, and the whole family picked up the rags. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The sound was like a terrifying spell echoing over and over again. The girl curled up in a ball and covered her ears desperately, because, grandpa said, as long as she blocked her ears, she would be unable to hear anything!

But why are those voices still burrowing into my mind!

In the dead silence, floating cinders fell down layer by layer and covered their curled body, a dirty cheek exposed, and the dark eyes stared at them...

……………………………

The yellowed walls wrapped around the three-story self-built building. The top floor of the concave building is covered with rusty awnings. The ripped and air-looped skylight is strangely shaped. The ground in the yard is bumpy, and the rainwater flowing from the sky gathers into puddles of varying depths.

The entrance of the building was covered with a faint cold wind, climbing up the stairs that were climbing up the stairs, pouring into the dark and narrow corridor, making a "whimpering" sound, like an invisible black shadow slowly wandering into the end of the corner of the corridor.

Old rusty iron railing window security door with a deformed sign with missing corners

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It's the room that Chen Chao rented

The dark living room walls are nailed with faded walls, and the pendulum hanging below is broken.

Only a small piece was left swaying silently back and forth like a mute, which was broken by Chen Chao himself. He slept very lightly and could not stand the friction of the swinging bell.

A whimper came from the open bedroom, and the sound was shrill and strange, reaching the depths of the soul. Chen Chao, who was sleeping against the wall, curled up into a ball without realizing it.

"I've had a nightmare!"

Chen Chao suddenly opened his eyes and breathed greedily. The dream just now was too realistic, which made him feel suffocated.

The pillow was soaked, and he was covered in cold sweat, as if he was fished out of water. Then, he noticed that the phone on the corner of the table was playing terrifying music at some point.

Chen Chao frowned and stood up to pick up his phone. The moment he struck the table with his index finger, a line of weird and squirming words suddenly appeared in his pupils.

The white paper folds were like human skin stitched by needles and threads, and the black and solidified fonts were like wriggling maggots, which came into view word by word. Combined with the cold light reflected on the mobile phone screen, Chen Chao jumped and completely dispelled his sleepy sleep. It took him a while to realize that this should be the app on the mobile phone that was clicked on.

"Is a thriller mobile game? Is this the opening cg?"

How scary music is played in the middle of the night in the garbage mobile game!

Chen Chao rubbed the yellow secretions stuck in the corner of his eyes, and focused his eyes on [Author, are you ready!] These words suddenly felt a strong sense of substitution.

"So the protagonist setting of this mobile game should be a writer. So, isn't it perfect for me to behave like me? This game seems to be tailor-made for me..."

The dream just now had not subsided, and Chen Chao didn't want to sleep for a while, so he was ready to study this mobile game. Maybe some of the settings in this game can be borrowed from his new book.

When you tap the screen desktop, the wriggling text collapsed unwillingly, and the game's operating interface emerged.

The whole is a decaying and moldy bookshelves, wrapped in spider silk and dust. Each layer is filled with dusty books. I can’t see how many layers there are. There is a black shadow on the ground that swallows the bottom of the bookshelf.

Only the bookshelf on the top two floors are lit, and the underside is full of dark tones.

The books on the first floor are spread out, with the cover saying "Suspense Author Survival Guide", which is probably the guide for beginners in the game; the second floor is a closed book with the cover saying "Volume One - Echoes in the Corridor" written in bright red blood words. This should be the option to officially start the game.

Chen Chao curled a disdainful curve at the corner of his mouth, and his index finger decisively skipped the first line of "Newbie's Guide" and decisively clicked the button "Start" to the second line.

The picture turns black!

Then, the sound of the pages turning came...

On the blank wrinkled paper page, a line of tilted blood words were slowly printed on the paper. [The pendulum swayed at four o'clock in the morning, and the harsh friction sound was like a finger slashing the wall. The bedroom lights were flickering strangely, and the sound of echoing footsteps came from the dark corridor...]

Chen Chao looked at his phone and frowned: "Is it a text-based interactive game? You shouldn't have expectations for this garbage game!"

Suddenly, Chen Chao was stunned and noticed something was wrong. The light above his head flickered and suddenly went out!

The dark bedroom was the only light of his cell phone, but there was a strange and harsh friction sound in the living room at the same time. How can that sound be described? It's like...

"It's like the nails shave the wall!!!"

The five fingers holding the phone froze. Chen Chao swallowed and spitted, swung the phone to shine the light on the screen in the direction of the living room, and walked towards the living room step by step.

The wall was a little cracked because it was dry and cracked, and was scraped back and forth by the broken pendulum. Chen Chao looked at the clock, and the old black watch hand pointed to the direction of the four o'clock type!

The light of the mobile phone shines on the clock, and the smooth surface also reflects pale faces.

"Are it all coincidences?"

Chen Chao lowered his head and stared at his phone tightly. At the same time, a deep footstep sound came from the corridor outside the door, and the footsteps became clearer and clearer, and then suddenly stopped.

Chen Chao's heart was immediately stuck in his throat, and the footsteps stopped at his doorstep.

Crunch!

The sound of the iron railing window security door being gently pulled, and then the sound of the key being inserted into the lock core turning carefully. The sound was very slight, but it fell into Chen Chao's ears, but someone used an awl to penetrate the eardrum. The terrifying echo made his scalp numb.

Chen Chao has changed the door lock of the rental house. Only he has the key. So, who is the person who unlocked the lock outside the door in the middle of the night?

The imaginative brain uncontrollably outlined various strange and terrifying scenes in his mind. Chen Chao hurriedly ran over and grabbed the door handle. In an instant, the movement of unlocking stopped. He pressed his cheek against the thin and worn wooden door, as if he could feel a palm outside the door passing through the gap of the iron bars and windows, which was just stuck to the door panel, and even a warm touch was conveyed.

hiss......

The muscles on the face suddenly contracted and tightened as if they were stimulated by ice water. The dense goose bumps spread from the cheeks to the neck, and the pores all over the body were trembling.

The dead silence that could be heard was heard, leaving only a thick and heavy breath.

calm!

Be sure to be calm!

The sweat beads oozing from the forehead flowed through the eyelids and the skin hurt. Chen Chao didn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat. His eyes stared at a line of brand new fonts on the screen of the phone:

[...The approaching footsteps stopped, and in the dark and dead corridor, the black shadow stood outside the door, with one hand passing through the gap in the iron railing door, and the strange rotation of the lock core woke you up. You subconsciously grabbed the door lock, and everything returned to silence!]

[The remaining temperature of the palm is transmitted to the cheek through the door panel, but it makes you feel like falling into an ice cave. The rusty iron railings and thin wooden doors cannot bring you a sense of security. Countless death scenes depicted in your pen flashed through your mind, and you finally realized that you are about to be in it, so you—]

【a. Completely overwhelmed by endless fear, hiding behind the door and trembling...】

[b. You are lucky and think it's just that you scare yourself. You are going to open a crack in the door and take a peek at the scene outside the door...]

【c. Block the door desperately and never let people outside break into the house. This may be your only way to live...】

【d. You open the door directly and let the people outside come into the room...】

The gloomy chill rushed straight from the soles of the feet, and the brain seemed to be frozen into ice lumps, and the thoughts were blank. The incredible horror instantly destroyed Chen Chao's brain that had conceived countless suspense stories. The long-standing writing style could not describe his current situation at all.

Mobile games?

A sense of substitution tailored to tm?!

Is this a suspense story written too much, and finally I have encountered a supernatural incident in reality?!!

Hell!!!(”?ヘ?)!
Chapter completed!