Two companions died suddenly, and Wu Qing didn't even have time to react.

The recorder played the music again, but he was still stunned, holding the deadly puppet in his hand.

This thing is like a time bomb, and it cannot be thrown away or dares to hold it. When fear comes, Wu Qing feels that he is thrown into the sky. Before dizziness strikes, his soul is pulled in half and his whole body is trembling.

Qi Wenyue reminded him: "Go to the bed first, or you will die immediately."

Suddenly someone spoke, Wu Qing was pulled back to reality, he was so scared that he almost threw away the things in his hand. The sweat beads on his forehead were about to fall off, and his steps were like a drunk man, lying on the bed in a daze.

As the recorder music was played, the thick red curtains shook, automatically blocking the moonlight.

Under the dim yellow light, it was impossible to tell which dye and blood were there. The girl's soft sobs disappeared. The strange atmosphere filled the whole room again, and only the female voice in the tape recorder happily pinched out a gentle sound.

"Children, let's play the bedtime mini-game together. Have you all been lying down?"

"No one is talking, just lie down. Now the game begins - 321. We are all wooden people, so we are not allowed to speak or move."

The last word "moving" is like a snail of death, pulling extremely long. Zhou Ran's head rested on a small pillow and his eyes were looking at the ceiling above his head.

This time, no one ran down, and there was not even a sound. The players wanted to not even breathe. Everyone was lying straight, and the whole room was as quiet as a grave.

Zhou Ran thought that this time, just like last time, the recorder would end when the sound of the recorder fell, but this time, the recorder did not send a signal to the end of the game.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes.

Ten minutes passed, but the recorder still had no intention of talking. Instead, the ceiling above his head sounded again, and the sound of clapping his palms. The sound was very slow, with a long interval, accompanied by the sound of a mop crossing the ground.

Zhou Ran frowned, listened carefully to the movements upstairs, and quickly thought about why this was happening.

Is the machine broken?

Or is the death mechanism refreshed?

At the same time, in Zhou Ran's live broadcast room, the barrage was almost crazy.

[Jiuhuanhua: I'm going to suffocate, is anyone saying something?

Luo Feifei: This sound is so scary. I feel creepy when I hear it outside the screen. I can’t imagine what it feels like to have a three-dimensional surround. I feel so sorry for the young lady.

User 5894587: Suffocating, I feel that I am not doing well, but I can’t quit now, and I will have nightmares when I watch it...

User 4878889: But why do I feel that the young lady is not afraid? I should call her little sister now. She is so cute and wants to hug her!

Little waist: It's really beautiful, like a porcelain doll. I, a girl, am almost out of reach, and it seems to be holding it in my hand!

Lululu: Well, there are a few people upstairs, each country has a complete set of criminal laws

Xiao Feifei: This is a young lady who violently cuts the baby's belly. I bet she is not afraid!

Qingfeng and Fengqing (big member): This level? Old fans tell you, small questions, small scenes, hands spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spreading/spread

Yu Xiang: Can you unlock the plot this time? I want to watch it!!! Let me krypton, yum!

Lu Zhizhi: kkkkkkkk, something is coming in!]

Suddenly, the door was blown open by the wind. Zhou Ran thought that the woman had come in, but when she rolled her eyes and looked at the door, she saw nothing.

But it was obvious that something had come in, because the sound of the mop sliding came from the floor again. However, this time, Zhou Ran's skill time had not passed, and his ears were extremely sensitive, and he soon heard something was wrong in the sound.

This is not the sound of a mop slashing the ground.

Because the texture of the mop is not that delicate, it is like a human skin lying on the ground. The sound of clapping hands is the driving force to move forward, which can explain why they saw dark red traces like dragging corpses in that room.

The reason I heard it wrong was because Zhou Ran heard the sound of Pipi's water, so she naturally thought it was a mop mopping floor. But now it seems that it was the sound of blood gushing out and rubbing on the floor.

Pa, pa, pa.

The sound was not aimless, but walked forward in one direction. It was getting farther and farther away from Zhou Ran, so Zhou Ran slowly saw what was on the ground clearly, but at the moment she saw it, even after several bloody scenes, she gasped.

That might not be considered a human skin - the broken limbs were sewn together by something, and the flesh on the belly might not be found, so I used some black cotton plugs, and the crooked black stitches were like a group of black beetles under the dim light, squirming their bodies and moving forward.

This thing is only the size of a child, with only one palm on his body and a little bit like a human. He used a little bit of friction to support his broken body and walked forward. The bones were gone at all, only pieces of minced meat.

It moved, giggled and muttered.

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

"Do you want to play with me?"

Next, the ghost said something that made everyone feel creepy.

"Wu Qing, do you want to play with me?"

Wu Qing was named after her hair was blown up all over her body, her heartbeat was amazingly fast, and she was about to poke a hole in her chest!

He finally couldn't help it and yelled in a collapse: "Who the fuck is going to play with you, get out!"

The little thing was stunned for a moment, the minced meat shook, splashing black blood, then raised its cramped head and stared at somewhere, and said quietly: "Wu Qing, say it again, are you going to play with me?"

Xu Lang lay on the bed. Listening to the sound, he felt that he was about to explode. Lu Qing and Qi Wenyue also showed discomfort.

Xiang Jiangming tilted his head and acted in the same way as Zhou Ran. He watched the little thing climb under Wu Qing's bed, raised his head and wanted to ask Wu Qing to play with it.

At this moment, Zhou Ran's eyes were extremely clear and she could see very faint details. The little thing's empty eyes were not looking at Wu Qing, but the puppet in Wu Qing's hand!

Its empty eyes pointed to the puppet in Wu Qing's hand and said, "Wu Qing, do you want to play with me?"

As the little thing said, he pressed his body along the bed board, as if a snail slowly crawled across the table, leaving a sticky mark. Wu Qing didn't care whether he was not playing games anymore. He shouted, and then kicked it down. The thing was shattered and the meat splashed everywhere on the floor.

Wu Qing fell on the bed, gasping for breath.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he withdrew his foot. He thought that the thing was 'dead' and that something would happen again, but the next second, the strange childish voice rang out again: "Wu Qing, it turns out that you don't want to play with me."

"So, you don't want to play with me."

The scattered pieces of meat were quickly spliced ​​together. As the minced meat on the feet was spliced ​​together, the broken little thing actually stood up...

It was like a boy. He stretched out his boneless hand and grabbed it in the air. Wu Qing's puppet automatically fell into his hands.

The wind blew the curtains and threw them into the cold moonlight. Zhou Ran knew that this was the way to demonstrate this dungeon, which was to let all other players witness the tragic death together, and Wu Qing, who had been taken away from the puppet and even a little unconscious, was likely to be cold.

"Since I don't want to play with me, why do you still lie to me? It hurts so much. Brother Wu Qing, I feel so painful. Everything on my body is broken."

Wu Qing slammed and rejected its body: "Don't, don't come over, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

But the boy ignored him at all and continued, "It doesn't matter if I hurt. I can't feel the pain anymore, but when my father sewed me, he shed a lot of tears. How much pain his heart should have shed so many tears."

The boy looked like a loach. Although he had no bones, his finger joints could move. He lowered his head and kissed the puppet, and tears fell: "If you don't want to play with me, why do you want to lie to me?"

The boy stretched out his finger and drew a fork in pain on the puppet's face.

When the boy stopped, something flew out of the puppet. Zhou Ran looked like a thin piece of paper, and a light blue light flashing through.

But this scene was too rapid. The paper immediately burned in the air. In the eyes of others who had no skills, only a fireball suddenly rose into the air.

The fireball slowly swelled, wrapping Wu Qing's body.

Next, Wu Qing's throat made an unbearable roar, and then, his entire trachea was blocked by ashes and carbonaceous substance, and he could not make any wailing sounds, but his wide eyes could feel his unusual pain. His neck twisted, his limbs kicked around, and his face changed from pale to blue.

"If you don't play with me, then you can stay here forever." The boy hugged the puppet in his arms, then turned around and lay out.

Under the surprised gaze of everyone, Wu Qing fell down. His body was hunched over, and he was breathing like a zombie. A bright, weird red cross appeared on his painful face, which was the one that the boy drew with the blood on his fingers.

The music was slowly released again, and the broadcaster announced that the game was over, allowing the children to sleep obediently. When the music was over, the woman walked in again, just like last night, muttering while dealing with Wu Qing's body.

When she saw the red cross on Wu Qing's face, she sighed softly, said repeatedly, "Poor child" and then left the room.

So far, there are only 11 children left in the room, and everyone is trembling and full of fear of the puppets.

After all, it seems that if you throw it away, you will die, if you hold it, you will die. As long as you touch it, you will die...

After the woman left, Zhou Ran opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Xiang Jiangming.

Xiang Jiangming slid down a belt with his overalls and turned his head to look at her. His arms were covered with blood, and there were also a few drops of blood on his white auricles. Zhou Ran frowned and wanted to remind him to wipe it off, but Xiang Jiangming raised his fingers and made a gesture of silence.

So Zhou Ran said in a moustache: "Wipe them off."

Xiang Jiangming raised his chin and patted his chest with his hand: "It's okay, this is a medal that has protected the school beauty."

Zhou Ran: "Wipe off."

Xiang Jiangming: "No, this is my glory..."

Zhou Ran: "I'm dizzy."

Xiang Jiangming pursed his mouth, took off the pillow towel, and wiped the blood on his body hard. The blood was easily wiped off, but it was not like Chen Ziming.

Zhou Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone else spoke on the bed, and the crying and discussion clues sounded, and Xiang Jiangming sat up and spoke.

Xiang Jiangming: "You just saw it. There is a ticket in that puppet."

Zhou Ran also raised her body and nodded slightly: "I saw it, but the boy did not get the ticket, but died."

Xiang Jiangming: "If I were kicked like that, I wouldn't give him a vote."

Zhou Ran thought about it and said that this is the reason.

If you want to get a ticket now, you should take a puppet with your own face and go to the child to change the ticket. If you easily break the puppet, you will end up in a split end.

As the two of them said, the girl on Xu Lang's left suddenly moved.

Zhou Ran's ears were very sensitive and she keenly noticed that the girl who was a little malnourished was moving towards them.

The girl pricked her ears and wanted to listen to their conversation, but when she moved her body, she was very light, as if a balloon was rubbing against the bedding, as strange as there was no physical body.

After saying the serious business, Xiang Jiangming originally wanted to say a few words that child was so weird and he was so afraid of asking the school belle for comfort, but as soon as the words reached his mouth, the tip of his ear suddenly moved slightly, and then suddenly his eyebrows bent and he sighed a long time.

He had sincere feelings and raised his hand to wipe his tears: "Oh, that child just now was so pitiful. That person was so overwhelming. He even kicked him with his feet. He was simply not a human being! If it were me, I would definitely play with him. He was so cute and innocent. He must be a very good kid!"

“…”

Zhou Ran was not as emotional as him, and was afraid that it would be useless to say too much, so she said simply and clearly: "So too."

Xu Lang was confused when he listened, until a cold hand was put on his arm.

He turned his head and saw Xiao Fei, a girl who had been with him today, looking at him quietly through the bed.

"What's wrong with Xiao Fei?"
Chapter completed!