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I took a million-degree commission.

Looking for a girl in high school.

However, the goal does not exist anywhere in the real world.

She’s in a game, a N18RPG holocaust game that’s long gone and that’s been circulated among teenagers for sexual violence.

In terms of tone, I think it’s a horror game.

However, the client stressed that it was a B-girl game, and that all male roles were constantly chasing me behind my back, like crazy.

After the game, I’d like to ask him.

Can you call him after him?

The B-girl game means the game for women.

It takes the form of a relationship simulation between a woman and a man, and as a result, most players are women.

But those who entered the game, both men and women, ended up in a coma, like the subjects I was entrusted with, and had to lie in a hospital to sustain their lives with nutrients.

For the sake of money, I took on this suicide mission and, after passing a series of psychiatric threshold tests, I received games from the client:

There’s only one painting with a big slap.

The paper is ink, it’s cold, it doesn’t look comfortable.

Looking up, it’s a smoked house, a young woman lying in a coffin, surrounded by a group of young men with long legs, the tallest man in the head, wearing a veil, and pointing his hand high to the sky, as if an order was being made.

Looking down, apart from the broken name of the game, there’s a visible scan downloading portal with a red-coloured ad.

“Draw the game now and enjoy the joy of being chased by beautiful men! I’m sorry.

Standard B-girl style, looks nice.

I believed my client’s statement, I lay in the game barn, I chose to type in my name, and I immediately entered it.

As consciousness grows, a gentle and gentle voice slips into the ear.

“Your Lord is afraid of cold, go down with her.” I’m sorry.

Those who speak seem to have a very high standing.

As soon as he spoke, his coffin was followed by a disarray of footsteps, followed by several violent cries, accompanied by the screams of begging for forgiveness and dying.

The other side remained untouched and was still under the most vicious command with the softest voice.

“To leave the body, to be buried together. I’m sorry.

I’m silent.

What kind of youth game is this?

I was going to wait and see, but with an order, the coffin in front of me is moving up, but the game is not 100% loaded, and I can’t control it completely!

You’ll be buried alive when it starts?

I was going to scream, and I found something in my throat, spit it out, and it was raw rice.

It’s just a game.

Fortunately, I managed to control my arm until the coffin above my head closes, and I accidentally stuck it in that inch of the suture, spitting rice in my mouth and moaning, “Wait…”

“Let me out…”

The tone has fallen, and the noisy background has stopped.

The coffin was lifted and I was lifted out of the coffin and the sound was shaking.

“The wife, but the wish is not over? I’m sorry.

He wears a veil, and he wears a veil, and he leans straight to the ground, and his body curves are drawn from a close cloth, and he has a long sense of beauty.

Even if you can’t see your face, you can see that you’re a great beauty.

It has to be said that the game is very real and that the details of the veil and the veil are different.

When I speak, I have full control of the body, and I have to hold the coffin and jump out, who knows that the other hand is holding me, and the tone is still soft.

“If you wish, you can give it to your son. Why are you tired? I’m sorry.

When I got up, he pushed me back, and he was upset: “Stop me and I will take you with me.” I’m sorry.

Well, the other side heard something.

But he was so happy that he was shaking: “If he didn’t give up, I would.” I’m sorry.

Dude.

What kind of crazy person is this?

“I’m not dead.” I’m sorry.

As soon as I caught the other side, a transparent window appeared.

People: Pei King, all words

Origin: Jiang City Bae Jiaiko, master of Qin books and paintings, master of Qin, master of the business. He is your true lord, who has longed for you, but has often shed tears alone because he cannot please you.

Skills: Not started

Items: Unopened

In addition to these elements, which are obviously the background explanation for the NPC, there is a good sense query box down there with a line of small words of blood:

When the level of affection is above 80, the NPC will achieve a heart-to-heart achievement.

When the taste is below 0, there will be a risk of being pursued by NPC, please know.

And I’m very close, and fortunately, when that dialogue box was unlocked, it was a good number.

Current Happiness: 65/100

They didn’t fail me so much, I didn’t look like a dead man and turned around and threw me out of a coffin.

And looking on the floor on the knees, it’s exactly the same as in the posters, a group of colorful men, fat and thin, tall and small, with all kinds.

It’s a horrible game that almost died. It’s a real baby.

It’s like a general game, a green algae well, a white tug, one of the big red coffins, which can almost drop blood.

And look out, only the sky is low, and the roof is a falling sun, as if it were a flower in the fog, and it was as if it were a paper-painted light.

At the very moment I tried to get out of the threshold, there was suddenly a blood fog in the vision, and the thick blood plasma came out of all directions, and there were three big words in the vision:

[14 Nights]

I have to say, the opening animation is a little scary.

But it’s just a handshake, and what really bothers me is the meaning behind the title.

Fourteen nights?

Is that what it means to keep me in the game for 14 nights?

I feel that a game that causes a coma would never be so simple, but there is no more clue at all, and I have to put aside my thoughts for a while.

And the heart of Pei was not like a lie. And when I climbed out of the coffin, he gave me a special vein, and made sure that when I was raised, I held a plaque in my hand, and covered the veil with tears.

I’m not dead, and those young men naturally don’t have to be buried.

Then he waved, and the people scattered.

And look out the window, and as the sun falls, it fades.

And he sent me to my house, and before leaving, he commanded me: “The night is windy, and his wife remembers that the door is closed. I’m sorry.

Sounds like good for me.

After he left, I entered the room, a big screen of the door, accompanied by two fine-grained wooden chairs, northwest by the lady’s brooming table, with gibberish powder, various colours of jewellery, and, in the end, with a thousand workers out of the bed, with the same veil on both sides.

The layout’s fine. It’s just that the furniture is red, and it just broke into me like it fell into a big dye tank.

And not only that, the bed was covered with a big mirror, which showed people in the face, and the “I” in the mirror was full of heads, wearing a light summer dress.

It’s summer. Why are red scarfs around your neck?

I was just about to remove my towel, and suddenly there came a moment of prostration from the door.

“Who?”

“Miss, it’s the little post. I’m sorry.

Listen, like a servant.

I’m just trying to find out what’s wrong with you. I’m sorry.

“Who are you hiring tonight? I’m sorry.

“Career”? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, you said it yourself, at least one every night! I’m sorry.

I’m:

It seems that the role is designed to be luxurious.

The servant’s voice just fell and suddenly a transparent panel appeared:

Hissing, red-word job?

On balance, I cried out outside the door: “I love the most, call him.” I’m sorry.

“Okay! I’m sorry.

The small pillar promised to step down, it seemed to be moving away.

In a relieved breath, I opened a window and saw nothing but a gray moon hanging on the edge of a low dome, so big as to be inconceivable, with the naked eye alone, to see the hidden black spots on it.

The view of the night seemed more ominous than the day, and I looked at it and closed the windows.

Not for a while, there’s once again a mess of footsteps.

“Miss, Achille is here. I’m sorry.

I did.

It was only when the door was opened that the other side was not a pair of twins, which looked so delicate that it was not lethal.

Until they remove the cloak, there is only a veil that is light and thin and cannot hide.

..the lady is so good at it.

I couldn’t deal with two NPCs, so I wanted to send out one: I’m tired today, just one person to serve, who will stay? I’m sorry.

The two were face-to-face.

Ah-chung held his brother by his side: “We cannot separate, my lord, please…”

“Just for one night, what is it?”

Saying, I didn’t mean to rub a red turban in his waist and look familiar, so I reached out with a finger: “What is it? I’m sorry.

They saw me asking questions, frightfully unmasked their towels, shivering to my hand.

At the next minute, the object will pop up a dialogue box:

Acht and Abigail’s towels are the same as their masters.

– Yeah?

I even tried to untangle the veil around my neck.

I’ve been looking at the mirrors in my bed, looking at the moon, and seeing only one blue bruise on the white neck, almost strangling the whole neck!

Shit!

The twins behind them hold each other together, licking each other’s tears, and strangling each other, asking for forgiveness: “Do you think you can give us back something?” I’m sorry.

I haven’t noticed yet. A pale palm has reached me.

The point is, does it make sense that the other side, while standing by the wall, has an arm that cuts across the room, almost a few metres long?

I shivered and put a towel on it, but the twins were dissatisfied and the sound became sharper.

“We’re a couple! Not one less! I’m sorry.

I was just trying to throw another one over, but they were screaming in a difficult hug and they were spinning and twisting!

We cannot be separated, my lord. Please.

“Please, please…”

This is an incredible sight for the world’s indigenous people.

Their limbs grow longer, they pile up on both sides of the body, their heads roll around, their long necks fall down, their mouths grow to the maximum, almost to the chest!

I didn’t say anything.

But my foot had its own consciousness and took me to the window.

And before that giant squid reacts, I cast the rest of the towels in pieces to the melted face.

“Go away!”

Then I pushed the window and jumped out!

Say it late but fast.

I just ran out a few metres, and there were several cracks in the back, and the door fell!

I had no choice but to run out along the porch, and there were no servants out there, but empty cold winds that traveled through the garden in the middle of the night, and the sound of increasing noise behind me.

It’s not the worst.

The worst thing about it is that it consumes blood bars!

I couldn’t help but watch the red on top of my head recede, but for a few seconds, the glitter sound came up, and an ice-cooled toucher swam on my shoulder, and the sad cry hovered in my ears.

“My lord, I don’t like Abigail.”

“My lord, my lord…”

I was chased down and yelled.

“Aah, aah, aah, aah!”

And look ahead, in the dark of the lumber, there’s about a light.

I’ll be happy to go through the bush.

Unfortunately, it is also a man across the street, with white lanterns on his hand, looking at a full moon.

I’ve been busting through the lanterns.

And after looking at them, the two tiny teenagers had merged into a squid-like monster, standing up at a height of more than two metres, with eight hands and feet on the ground.

And as soon as we’re caught, the lantern becomes a piece!

The heart knows what is at stake, and We push around: “What are you waiting for? Run!”

Run, why run?

And the one who was anxious at me gave him the tongue of doubt.

He’s got an ape’s arm, and he’s got his hands on that big squid!

At this moment, the white moon shines on the veil of the earth, and it floats and it is mysterious, and the other one grows up and his voice is cold: “No one can harm his wife! I’m sorry.

When the voice came out, he cut it open, and the slimy grey black fluid came out, and the sluice splattered like a waterfall and sprayed my face!

It’s not over.

After hand-to-hand toe toe the twins, Pei wiped his hands and left the indescribable body in court.

“People. I’m sorry.

When the voice was heard, two small people stood side by side on the bouquet.

“Take it to the kitchen and make up for it. I’m sorry.

“No, no, no, no. I’m sorry.

And the word of Pei turned to me, and even with its veil, he could feel its unpleasant sight.

“I’ve lost my weight recently. I’m sorry.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

While the rejection was somewhat unhappy, the other side did not press for it, but left in silence and on the back.

Wait!

And We were too busy to hold back the veil, and to speak sincerely.

“Shall we watch the moon together?”

In order to finish the story, I had to invite Pei to the nearby stone pavilion.

After all, the twins are gone and the mission continues.

The other side sits behind the table, folds its hands around the table, like white jade, and has a clear bone, especially when it’s a fine line of art.

This double-twilight hand, a multi-body octopus?

What is the logic behind this?

The night is dark and the moon is flowing.

If in reality this should be a good night, yet I can only speak to my conscience about human beings who are silent not far away: “The moon is beautiful.” I’m sorry.

King Pei said nothing.

Even if the eyes were covered in the veil, I could feel the fluorescent and cold gaze, but I could add a new sentence: “Same as you.” I’m sorry.

Then the voice fell, and suddenly the hands were held tight in front of him: “Is it?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

“So why did you lift my cover at the end of the night and never look for me again? I’m sorry.

I said, “Oh, this. I’m sorry.

The man who designed the game lost his brain. The suicide set is out of order!

I was trying to crush the past with ignorance of my youth, and suddenly the other side lamented, and the shadow was stretched so long by the light of the moon, that it stood before me as a black abyss.

Don’t waste the night. I’m sorry.

The panel once again rebroadcast the message:

♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪

How about that?

I didn’t wait for me to clarify the logic behind this: “There is a month and a wind but no joy this evening and the son is willing to placate for his wife.” I’m sorry.

Come on, wave in the shadows.

And at the next moment, a jade violin was presented to the servants, and the Pei king turned his sleeves and turned his strings, and truly meant to play a song.

I see him in the mood, and I can’t help but listen to him and think that when he’s done with it, I’ll put some information in his mouth.

And whosoever knoweth the sound, lo! behold! We are weary.

holograms often directly stimulate the brain, so there is little difference between five senses and experience in reality.

And it is almost at the next moment that it is difficult for me to resist the ever-increasing enormity, and to faint on the table.

When I woke up, the sky was bright.

I was awake, and I was still in the garden, and my clothes were even covered with dew, and Pei was gone.

Fortunately, the system panel was opened and last night’s mission was completed.

Looks like this NPC doesn’t hurt me, it’s an available object.

I went back to my lady’s room while there was no one, but I saw the attic, and the doors and windows had been restored to their fullness, except that the scarves of the twins had fallen in the middle of the house and brought to the house yesterday’s unsettling night.

I picked up the towel in front of me, and the system did pop a hint:

Items:

♪ In the sweat of a beautiful young woman ♪

…was a falling prize.

I’d like to try, but it’s daytime to hang the towel on the screen, and the red towel with the light lady in the top half of the picture, it looks even more glamorous.

Everything’s fine. I searched the room again.

The dressing cabinets were searched, and the items were not unusual, except for a two-foot-long wall. It appears to be a bamboo forest, which is neutral with a thin man wearing a white long shirt with red flowers.

Just after the painting, the system immediately pops up a note:

A strange self-portrait.

There is no more information.

I was going to look at it for a while, and suddenly there was a hurried sound outside the door, and a rather sharp sound was screaming.

And when We were careful, We opened the door, and saw several men carrying a large red coffin, passing through the courtyard in haste.

“Be careful! “If the back-up coffin is damaged, my father will eat us alive! I’m sorry.

Grandfather?

A spare coffin?

No, isn’t that the one I laid yesterday?

I can’t miss any clues, I’ll stop before I get busy, “Wait! I’m sorry.

“This coffin is for anyone else? I’m sorry.

When he saw me, he put his head on the line: “Miss! I’m sorry.

“It’s a spare coffin, and yesterday’s coincidence, so you’re lying down, but it’s all yours, isn’t it? I’m sorry.

They laughed and their eyes were cold and numb.

When I was a fool, I said, “Who will be given this coffin?” I’m sorry.

He said, “The little man didn’t say anything. I’m sorry.

It appeared that an ominous switch had been opened, and since then that person had repeatedly repeated that sentence and had been moving at an increasing pace.

“I didn’t say anything! I’m sorry.

I put up with the creeps on my back and quickly hid back in the house.

Outside the house, the big red coffin remained quiet for a long time, until the sun moved west, and the casket was re-opened, and the casket was drunk and gone.

When they left, I returned to the yard again to find a missing picture of the coffin.

From the edges, it’s a puzzle.

The young woman in the picture was wearing a light veil and was wearing a red veil around her neck, lying still in a coffin, asleep.

And the moment we get the puzzle, the system pops a hint:

Fourteen nights (1/14)

Red, see red.

I’m going to hide the puzzle in the lady’s room, but I’m just restless, and just moving the screen to the corner, I feel like I’ve been looking at it.

Looking back, the waiter, who was lying on the top of the screen, somehow became a sit-down, with a single-tone triangle of eyes hanging high, and each of them turned violent.

I’m numb, and I’m going to spread Red’s towels and cover the screen.

But that cold and vicious sight did not disappear.

I turned around, and that’s when I discovered that the sight came from the wall’s wall.

The man in the painting, to be exact.

At this moment, the white clothes on each other have become red, and a long pair of eyes are covered in blood, and they are staring at me almost instantaneously.

I’m out of my temper and I’m throwing the painting in a bunch and throwing it in the corner with the ghost screen.

I don’t know, it’s blackening.

Perhaps because of the game, the day of the world is very short, and as the gray moon rises, the sound of the little pillar appears again outside the door: “Miss, which waiter will you hire tonight? I’m sorry.

Don’t even think about it. I’m just squeezing.

“Pe Myung, I want Pei Myung!”

The night is whistling like a ghost crying.

The doors and windows were so loud and loud, and in this ever-more grotesque, the cold came back: “Pe is not in the house tonight.” I’m sorry.

I’m:

The other side said, “Let’s get the lady another one.” I’m sorry.

I can’t change it. I can get a mahjong for the monsters in this house.

“If you ask me to trade, who is the lady? “I don’t care, I want Pei Jungjun tonight! Get out of here if you can’t do it! I’m sorry.

There was a terrible silence outside the door.

I was going to ask him again about Pei’s whereabouts, and suddenly the door was blown up, and the other one was begging, “Miss, take another one, or it’ll be a disaster if it’s not a small pillar.” I’m sorry.

“Please, miss! I’m sorry.

And We were not hearing, and then gradually the sound outside the door became sharp and bleak, and it was not like a voice.

“Please, miss! I’m sorry.

The red wooden doors were sorely hit, they were sorely shaken, I went to the corner to carry the screens, and the situation was so relieved, that the lady above was standing up when she did not know when to do so, with her hands up and pushing the door and staring at me.

And that’s the perfect balance inside and outside.

I fell back to my lady’s bed in spite of that frenzied bellowing of the door, and the blood strip would drop.

That’s it. I’ve had a long night, and I finally got to the next morning.

The chickens rang together and the knocks stopped immediately.

Then it was a loud and long cry, as if the heart was upset and as if it was angry at someone.

When everything was calm, I removed the screen and opened the door, but there was no one outside except a black and gray sept, which spreads the stench of the snot.

I’m going to cover my nose and say, “Squeeze” not far away, the yard door is open, and Pei’s coat, the veil, is coming from outside.

Beauty, some in the skin, some in the bones.

For the people in front of us, there is no need to look at the face at all, so that you can see the wind like a frost forever.

I jumped over that uncharted liquid and almost slipped over the ground, and the other one came and held me in the arms.

“Mister, be careful.”

The acoustic line is still warm.

I heard I threw my face and pushed people away.

Where were you last night?

10,

“Why?” he says. I’m sorry.

“Why can’t I ask as your wife? I’m sorry.

Maybe I’ve never seen such an operation before, and the other side is in silence.

My heart sought to pierce his face of hypocrisy, but I knew that I could not rush it, and then my eyes were dazzled: “Why do you care about me and leave me alone in the house all night?”

“Looks like you’ve lied to me in the past, you’ve played me, you’ve played me, you know! I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I covered my face and cried out.

I was crying all over the place, and one hand was standing in the air, and half of my back was tweaked. I’m sorry.

When I turned my back on him, I caught him.

“No, you must make it up to me! I’m sorry.

Through the veil, you can see the five men standing in front of you with no face: “Oh, what do you want from your wife?” I’m sorry.

I was busy beating snakes and sticks to see that there was no distress in him: “I will reset my house.” I’m sorry.

Unexpectedly, he agreed.

On that day, the servants were ordered to throw all the strange furniture out of the yard.

I was going to throw the painting away, and Pei, who had been standing by, suddenly objected: “If you lose, the owner of the painting will be very angry.” I’m sorry.

Ping-Ping used to say something, but it was strange behind it, and I was too busy picking up the painting: “You know who it is? I’m sorry.

He nodded his head: “It looks like your cousin’s brother.

“He likes blood and inks, and he’s famous in the city, and I’ve already advised you, but you’ll always take away his favorite work and hurt his brother and sister. I’m sorry.

“I was wrong, husband. I’m sorry.

Pei King:

“Wait, what do you call me?”

“Father. I’m sorry.

The man before him was dazzled, and suddenly he stretched his hand into the veil and lamented:

“This is the first time you’ve called me husband. I’m sorry.

The voice just dropped and suddenly a page of the system panel appeared:

I took him out with me, and I took him away: “Worship, please take me to my brother right now and apologize to him.” I’m sorry.

11,

Pei did not refuse.

After that, he took me out of the courtyard, through the courtyard, to a bamboo forest.

At that time, the men in the picture had become red, and the red one seemed to be moving and was gradually spilling around the frame.

As you know, once the blood is spilled out of the frame, it’s certainly not good.

It was about a fragrance, and there was a handsome white man in front of him, with a red umbrella, and he was paleer, with a thin body shaking in the wind and feeling like the wind was blowing.

I’ve seen him, Pei’s standing up, and he seems to have a lot of fear.

There was a distance between the two (monsters) and there was a stand-off between them.

And I took it with me, and I said, “What happened to the brother? I’m sorry.

The system immediately pops up the panel:

People: So-soo.

Origin: The Sioux family of the Great City is an expert in painting, but most of the works have been taken away by their sister, and they have their own name in the Foreign Office, in order to gain the glory of a talented woman.

Related items: a strange self-portrait

Good sense: 20/100

Damn it, is it a negative?

By the way, there’s a hint in the system that once a taste is below zero, the NPC will be hunted down at any time!

I can’t stop thinking about it.

In front of you, Su Xi’s eyes fell apart, like an insensitive corpse, and somehow his white dress was dyed with some red flowers, and the area of the flower was expanding — it was clearly not a bloody flower, but a blood coat!

I’m shaking, and I’m slamming it into each other’s hands.

“Big brother, I was wrong, so spare me this time. I’m sorry.

12,

In order to obtain forgiveness for the “brother” and to return the painting, I bowed to the bottom of my head, saying, “When I was a little girl, I used to be ignorant and pretended to be a brother, I made a big mistake.”

“The sister knows her sins, she goes out tomorrow to make it clear and return all her fame to her brother. I’m sorry.

Silence.

Long silence.

I’m sorely bent, and the sophomore girl finally opens her lips, and her voice is as cold as a dead body: “You stole so many paintings from me, and now suddenly you’re wrong.” I’m sorry.

I rose up and held the white hands of the man in front of me, and my voice choked: “I dare not lie to my brother!”

“The younger sister became aware, ashamed and afraid to face his brother…”

I can’t tell you how emotional I am.

And when I saw him not doing anything, I added a fire to my heart: “No, no, no, no, no, no.”

“You’ve broken your relationship with my sister. How about this? I’m sorry.

Brother, you can change your name to Soo-sim.

In fact, there was a long, silent laugh:

“Not necessarily. I’m sorry.

Then he put a roll of it into his cuffs: “Beware of the error, beware.” I’m sorry.

With this move, the system sent another message:

[Soots + 10, current #1000]

That’s what acceptance means.

I’ve made the servants move to a ghost screen while the iron is hot: “Big brother, the little sister is a rough man, and I’ll give it to you.

“I see this screen is an elegant object, but it matches you! I’m sorry.

– After all, it’s just like his painting, it’s all about pussy.

“This is a legacy, you really want to give it to me?” I’m sorry.

“It’s natural!”

I’m nodding my head, staring at the screen with one eye, and the purple lips are full of crap:

“Well, I’ll trust you this time. I’m sorry.

The voice just dropped and the system gave me the message: # So the girls are happy # #20, the current good #10/1000

What a big hand!

Looks like he’s got a good vibe, because the other side, with the red umbrella in his hand, turned around and left it in my hand: “Sister, it’s Huang Mei. Brother gave you an umbrella. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, the purple lips ripped a little radians.

“Fear of the rain, hold it. I’m sorry.

13,

“My dear brother, blood is thicker than water! I’m sorry.

Before I left, I was grateful that I’d been holding on to his sister’s arm for a long time and said he’d come back.

On the way back, Pei saw me with a red umbrella. I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

As I understand it, although the game is a man and a woman, the sun is upside down, there seems to be some order and logic in chaos and terror.

The likeness of the strong and the weak, of the strong and of the weak, of the great and the humble.

And so I followed its rules and got the first sweet.

Items:

You seem invisible with your umbrella. _Other Organiser

This appears to be a support device, and when the umbrella was opened, a puzzle fell into it, drawing a man who was standing in the bamboo forest and was bleeding.

I went back to my lady’s room after saying goodbye to Pei, where I dug three feet and changed my face, and I completely turned it into a safe house.

Tonight, we can finally get some sleep.

It’s just a little while ago, there was another knock on the door outside the house and two sharp voices:

“Miss, I’m here for you.

“Who are you going to hire tonight? I’m sorry.

I said:

This vicious killing game.

14.

No doubt, I have given Pei’s name.

They should leave and go to the courtyard, and they cannot help but look back: “Well, where is the footsteps?” I’m sorry.

“You must have heard wrong. I’m sorry.

They push for a while, they think they’re hearing things, and they walk forward again.

Now that a brief day has passed, the sound of the house is round, and the white moon falls on the dark lumber, and behind them I pull out the turban with an umbrella, and blindfolding my eyes.

In the light of the moon, there was a scene of great horror.

The walker’s servant disappeared and was replaced by two silver, long wet marks, at the end of which were two moving flesh and blood, one of which was full of eyes and one of which was full of mouths.

The post is dead, and there’s a little mouth and a little sight.

It seems to be some kind of implication.

The two monsters passed through the flower arch and came to an insolent courtyard, which was full of shadows and silenced, and where they wandered for a long time without entering.

For a long time, one of them cracks open his mouth and calls it fear.

“Pelong Jun, Miss, please. I’m sorry.

The voice fell, but it did not stop, but it made it even louder, even though I was standing a few metres away, and I could not stop my head from getting dizzy, so I went back to the door of the flower.

About a fragrance of time, a veiled figure came along.

The night wind rolls over and shows its wrists, and it walks in a long position under the moon, as if it were to return to it at the next minute.

At this moment, this godly man is looking at the air, but his voice is warm:

“What are you doing here? I’m sorry.

15,

I put the red umbrella away and pretended to be passing by: “Of course I’m waiting for you.” I’m sorry.

“Oh? Pei came to me, and he said, “I can’t imagine a day when I can get your eyes.” I’m sorry.

And We took off the turban of our face and laughed: “No. I’m sorry.

On the one hand, the props were stuck in the sleeve.

Test over.

Red umbrellas and turbans are useless to high-level monsters.

And after him, the servant had only one little eye.

As you can imagine, it must be a dead ball.

After that, it seemed as if nothing had happened, that closeness, like a husband and wife, had accompanied us back to the lady’s room.

With Pei, I can’t worry about opening the window.

In the summer, just outside the window is a small tree slashing, long as the arm of a human being, with a small, gray flower on its head.

And We were moved to Pei’s; “Look, the flowers are falling.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm? I’m sorry.

I kept saying, “Does it work? No, it’s the way I look at you…”

He seems to be wondering, “But what about the guacamole?” I’m sorry.

“What is it?”

I turned back and held my hands in the cold: “Since such a good night, you have nothing to say to me. I’m sorry.

“Oh? I’m sorry.

And across the veils, the faces of the people in front of us are as cold as ice, and the veil in the face, the elegance, and the strange beauty that cannot be said: “It’s true that this evening should not be swayed by words. I’m sorry.

He said, “No more than lift the veil tonight, and let his wife be happy.” I’m sorry.

He was too close to me, and he stinged me when he was discomfortful: “Why can’t he lift the veil?” I’m sorry.

He didn’t answer, he threw up and laughed, and he opened my skirt.

At that moment, shame, repulsion, fear struck my nerves, frightened me and gave up the test: “I, I, I, I, I, I have a bad back lately, I’d better get some sleep. I’m sorry.

To the effect of that.

This is a lot lighter than my burden!

I don’t know if it’s a man or a squid under that veil, but it’s too heavy, even if I pull the light, and I can’t accept that I’m going straight into the bed, and I’m standing by.

Fortunately, he saw me play dead, but he didn’t ask.

The darker the night, the larger the moon’s wheels on that day, as if there was a gray and white fog in the heavens and the earth, and the branches of the windows were coming into the house, but they had just touched the mantle, and they shrunk like lightning.

And suddenly the people of the bed sat up and looked at the girl and said, “But it was not a guacamole, but a herb tree. I’m sorry.

He looked down at those who slept side by side and smiled softly: “But so cute.”

“So cute, so pathetic…”

16,

The next day, Pei was not on the side.

In the early days of the day, I put together two pieces of a puzzle, and I came up with a complete view, with a lobby, a well, a pass-through gallery, a chapel on the edge of the bamboo forest, and a small door next door, which covers almost half of the Sou’s house.

Maybe I can’t be confined to the lady’s room.

In order to explore more maps, I took the red umbrella and went back into the bamboo forest.

In the depths of the shadows and in the white, when I come near, the so-called “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.

“The little sister is going to paint and finish her promise to her brother. I’m sorry.

When he was whispered, he saw me walking away, and suddenly came out: “Go to the east, half a mile away, and do not go in the wrong direction.” I’m sorry.

I was busy nodding my head: “Thank you, brother. I’m sorry.

His mouth promised to go east, but he actually went to the pyrotechnic road to the west, walking less than a fragrance of time, and he was facing a chamber of smoked cigarettes, with their head on top.

And standing outside the door, there is a golden statue full of sweet eyes and husks, a tall, straight algae well, and ignoring its background, which is exactly the same as the temple of man.

It doesn’t look like it’s special here, but Su-soo seems to be a bit shy.

And I stood outside the gate of the hall, and I intended to leave at a glance, but I heard someone whispering.

Although the conversation was vague, I seemed to have heard my name.

Maybe a little closer, you can hear what they’re saying.

I’m going to go check out the door. It’s like the time of the twins.

However, I’ve just crossed the threshold, and suddenly there’s a cold cry behind me:

“Men master!”

It’s not very loud, but it scares me!

And who knows, the next second, the voice of the private voice in the hall is amplified, and it’s splattered with a loud sound!

It’s as if I’m upset, and not only does it flush me a few metres away, but it lifts off the veil they never took off!

As if the fog were as low as a veil, it fell before us.

17,

It’s like a glacier, and it’s like a star.

And in a moment, I had only come to the point of detail, and Pei had quickly turned his back and welded his head again.

“How can you run around, my lord?”

Listening to him in peace, not so angry, I explained, “It’s too boring to come out to worship Buddha.” I’m sorry.

They say, “What is he?”

“Call on him, rather than me.” I’m sorry.

When I listen, hold his hands in front of him: “Well, I want to go out, you come with me? I’m sorry.

“…no way. “I gave you more in the house of Soo than you were allowed to enter or leave.” I’m sorry.

Listening to his refusal, I said, “Well, I’ll go alone and you rest at home?” I’m sorry.

Pei raised his fingertips and touched my cheek, as if there was no limit to his feelings: “The wife’s master is getting better and she’s talking now.” I’m sorry.

The system has been sending me a message for a long time:

“Pee’s Happiness + 5, Current Happiness 80/100, Accomplishment”

He took something from his sleeve and hung it around my neck.

“This shall guide his wife to his way home. I’m sorry.

I grabbed that black thing and the panel pops a note:

Items.

The dead, the white bones can revive the role. _Other Organiser

… blood for profit.

And when I saw Pei’s eyes as a good thigh, he remained soft: “Go, come back before dark.” I’m sorry.

Under his guidance, I left through the small door.

But I didn’t know the other person looked at my back and I was gone.

“If you don’t go home, I’ll get you.”

18,

The Sioux house was long and murky to the east.

The city of the West is a rich trading market, with both sides of the street, and pedestrians, like weaves and small stalls outside the door, as usual in the past, are just plain cloths, oil salt, tea, etc.

I just don’t know if it’s another day’s decoration.

Following the West City, there were a bunch of poor-manufacturing paper people in front of me, squeezed over and stuffed the road, and I went around the back of the stand and pushed a little guy who slept on yellow paper.

“This friend, excuse me. I’m sorry.

Pushed several times, as if he was asleep and not responding.

I looked around the store, and I saw the door hole was so big that I painted a pair.

Left: Men and women

Right-wing: Ragold.

Cross-section: Crabs of Bounty

“The wise don’t fall in love.” I’m sorry.

It was reported that the other person immediately raised his head from two arms: “The hatred is repeated.” I’m sorry.

I said, “The widow has made a great journey.” I’m sorry.

He said, “Building beautiful China! I’m sorry.

After that, he looked at me with the confidence of his face and said, “You too…” I’m sorry.

I nod my head.

Without delay, he dragged me to the back door.

It’s also filled with paper, almost nowhere to go, and it takes me to the corner and kneels at the bottom of it: “Do you have a way out, boss? I’ve been stuck here almost six months! Fucking crazy!”

And I brought out the two pieces: “Sorry, I’m new.” I’m sorry.

“No way!”

“The new man’s map is at Su’s house.” I’m sorry.

“What’s wrong?”

“That’s the most horrific map, and maybe even the end of it. He kept saying, “We played this game in dozens of groups, and the entire army that got into that map was all but me and my brothers out there…”

“What about your brother? I’m sorry.

And he heard it, and said, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

Listening to him, he was so thin, I had my last patience sharpened, and I went straight in, “Listen, I need you to help me find someone.” I’m sorry.

“Aon”? “Who are you looking for?”

“A high school girl. I’m sorry.

Speaking of which, I wrote her name on a piece of ephedrine.

I don’t know, when I saw those three words, the little monk immediately took my hand and died in shock.

“She, that’s her…”

19,

Some people are alive, she’s dead.

That’s a good word for my gold lord, Okja.

A week ago, her family paid me a million dollars to get into this game and save her lost soul or lost brain waves or something.

But what is present is a paper man of equal height.

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

“She died, but the soul was left in this paperman. The little monk said, “Someone told me to make a paperman like her and put this ink in her eyes so she wouldn’t really die. I’m sorry.

I looked at the paint, and the liquid was dried up, but it still smells like corruption and bad news. I’m sorry.

Of course!

“I saw with my own eyes the person who painted it moved.” I’m sorry.

“But he also told me that this paperman could only keep her, but to keep her alive, there is still a precious drug for dead and white… “

I took the little black charcoal off my neck.

“You see this?”

With the rhinoceros, the little monk sheds tears.

“The world of the big ones is so scary! I’m sorry.

He closed the store and sealed it so that he could light it.

In a moment, a strange smell washed through the nose, smelled and smelled,

Gradually, the fragrance of the paper on the ground was changed, and the wrinkled paper became soft and smooth, and the five officers became distinctly moving, and the convulsive limbs grew.

The world has its own rules:

And the sun of day is like a filtration, and it makes it a illusion.

It’s like a dream. It’s like a dream.

When the original paperman disappeared, a young girl with her eyes closed was lying there, and the little monk collapsed and cried on her shoulder.

For a long time, a powerful voice came from somewhere:

“Don’t cry, Daddy loves you. I’m sorry.

“…fuck you. I’m sorry.

The little monk shouted, turning his head and pulling the girl from the ground.

I said, “Hello, Miss Okja, there’s not much time left. I’m sorry.

She said, “David, who is she? I’m sorry.

20,

In a short time, we shared our identities.

“What do you do?” I’m sorry.

“I do research in psychiatric hospitals. I’m sorry.

“So good?”

“Well, being studied. I’m sorry.

“…”

When I was very young, I was diagnosed as schizophrenic by the hospital because I often heard empty voices, and who would have taken the task if I hadn’t raised money for medicine? I’m sorry.

The two were face-to-face.

For a long time, Okja coughed and said, “Okay. I’m sorry.

“Whether or not you’re spiritual… anyway, we’re on a rope now. I’m sorry.

Dawei’s noding, “Yeah, why don’t we form a team and then we’ll find a way, and we won’t lose a fly.” I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

After agreeing, I received an invitation from a team.

David invited you to join the Young Women of Time and Time.

When I asked for confirmation, I found out that there were only three names on the team, and the other dozen were gray.

So the death here is temporarily offline?

Or even deeper?

Without waiting for me to think, the system pushed another hint:

Current team puzzle (fourteen nights 10/14)

I was like, “Well? It’s only been a few nights. It’s already 10 nights? I’m sorry.

“What’s the 10th night?” I’m sorry.

“The game, isn’t it 14 nights? I’m sorry.

For a long time, the girl shook her head: “You were wrong, the word was not night. I’m sorry.

“Not at night. What is that? I’m sorry.

“is dead. I’m sorry.

“Not 14 nights, but 14 dead, and the main line of the game is to collect the 14 ways of human death.” I’m sorry.

It is as cold as a cold to the soles of its feet, and it makes it cold.

We haven’t spoken for a while.

21 – 21

Okja took me to her initial map while the sun was at hand.

I just got to the place, and I was thrown out of my house somewhere. In the face, pick it up, there’s blood on it, and there’s a faint smell.

And under the porch, there’s a line of fat-painted, weird-looking men.

I looked at Okja and said, “What is your role?” I’m sorry.

“The Mother of the Wind and Moon.” I’m sorry.

Great. I’m sorry.

She seemed nervous: “What should I do? I’ve never seen them like this. I’m sorry.

“What are you afraid of? You’re the boss’s wife! I’m sorry.

“…that’s right. I’m sorry.

Okja heard that he had a mean face and led us through the crowd, which, fortunately, was just standing under the porch and not coming up and chasing.

When we dumped that pile of bodies, we went to the second floor of the attic, where there was an elegance room on the street, which seemed to be safe, except that there were lots of holes in the walls and windows, which seemed to have been corrupted by something.

Okja removed a piece of brick from it, and took a pocket of it, and said, “It’s very difficult to get a puzzle, we’ve sacrificed several of our colleagues, and all the results are here. I’m sorry.

It’s not just her. Even David can’t stop crying.

“Get out of here first. I took my pocket, and I put two of my own in it, and I said, “Maybe after the puzzle has been put together, everyone has a chance, and it’s not time to be sad.” I’m sorry.

The two men, listening to the nods, seemed to think of me as the backbone.

As the sun began to fade, I opened the door and was leaving, but I found a man with his back on his back, pulling away from him: “Who is this man?”

She was blinded: “I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“What was your initial mission? I’m sorry.

“To finish, to fulfill Qi’s wish. I’m sorry.

“You did?”

I heard it, and he looked at me with shame: “No.” I know which room she’s in, but I’ve never had a good time. I’m sorry.

Dude.

So what are we now?

Head off?

The man who spoke, who had been standing far away, hugged and dingled, was getting closer.

The scary thing is, he’s walking backwards!

Walking, stretching out and touching the long hair behind your back, the sound line is soft and broken.

“Miss Sue, you finally came to see me. I’m sorry.

22,

I pulled two men back to the house and put one in the doorlock.

Okja grabbed my arm, and he said, “What do you want to hear? I’m sorry.

“Whatever!”

“The good news is that my job is done. I’m sorry.

“The bad news is…”

It’s too late to say, because the door was opening automatically, and the voice of the ghost was ringing outside the door: “Miss Sue, didn’t you like my back the most?

“How can you turn away when I wait for you to come to the door?” I’m sorry.

And Okja stomped at me: Yes, his wish is to see you. I’m sorry.

I’m:

Late but fast, the door was set down, and there was a fragrance in the room, and the back was on the door, but not the back of the neck, but a beautiful face.

“You’re underme,”

“Ah, you’re a negative.”

I’ve seen this scene all the time, and I’ve just pushed the side of the window, “Go! I’m sorry.

Fortunately, there was a big tree under the window, which prevented all the blood strips from falling.

After we escaped from Yastra, we decided to follow the same path, and we saw that we were almost at the paper shop.

It’s a thunderbolt!

Some games change weather patterns in order to get real, but I didn’t expect the sky to get dark as the thunder went off and the sun disappeared!

“No, we have to get back to Su’s house before dark!” I’m sorry.

I just started thinking about it, and I saw the rain coming out of the sky, and the people on the road screamed and gave up, and the owners closed their doors and even left their stalls outside.

Quietly whispered: “It was this rain that killed several of our comrades…”

At first glance, it is indeed the yellow rain beneath the sky, but it falls not on the body, wetting the clothes, but brings a thick, heavy feeling.

“Come on in! I’m sorry.

The two were busy doing what they said.

After that, I put on the towel and found that it was not the rain that fell from the sky, but rather a gray, sticky eyeball, with a few bumps, which fell on the faces of different pedestrians, on their heads, and the next thing you know, tore each other’s eyes into them!

It’s more scary than disaster!

In order to avoid the eyeballs, we had to move forward, all of a sudden, a roadside painting hole opened, a strange man was pushed out of the water, and quickly covered with a full eyeball and fell down on the floor screaming!

Rolling, his eyes and standing under my umbrella.

My heart’s broken.

This man can see me, but he’ll be trapped by this rain, and he can’t be a high-class monster.

He’s also a player.

“Please, help me…”

And the people who were before them cried, and crawled in vain towards us: “Please, O O Lord, please!

I grabbed the umbrella, but I couldn’t move.

It’s not a big umbrella. Three people are already crowded, let alone a strange variable?

And at the moment when We seized them, behold, the eyeballs before them ran away and set forth a clean path on the earth.

At the same time, the man’s tentacles sprung out, as if he had fled from anything, and fled in a hurry.

After that, he was standing on the ground staring at me, staring at me.

And look ahead, there’s a black umbrella in the dark rain.

“Why don’t you go home?

23,

For a moment, I’ve been running through a bunch of fucked-up methods.

But to be safe, the illuminating painting pointed at it not far away: “I was just watching it, and I became obsessed.” I’m sorry.

“Oh? I’m sorry.

“Yeah, and two little friends. I’m sorry.

Listen to me. The two are nodding.

I have to say, it’s so normal for Pei to wear the veil and look at the kiosk over most NPCs.

But think about it, isn’t it even worse if the abnormal ones are already terrible?

Under the dark umbrella, this deep-seated monster doesn’t look at them, but looks at me coldly through the veil: “What’s so beautiful? Why don’t you take a look at him? I’m sorry.

This is a notification, not a request.

I couldn’t help but watch him walk up the stairs and push straight out the door.

However, just as the door opened, the light went out.

The original illuminating painting was in the lobby, with no finger on it.

And with a whirlwind, a dead gray face emerges in the darkness, and even though I hide behind Pei, I am shocked by the ghost.

“… Miss Sue, you’re here.”

Pei’s side looks at me like a clock-down bomb.

“This is the painting you reward?”

24,

And the sound of the voice was not heard, and suddenly the candles that were in the midst of it were lit.

It’s all out in the next second.

In the battle between two high-level monsters, you come to me in the halls of fire, and when the original climate of terror was destroyed, there was a feeling of joy at eight o’clock in the night.

The scene can be summed up in one sentence: the housewife’s curator, and the lovers caught the rap.

My mother’s been single for 25 years, and for the first time, I felt a little hasty, “No, you…”

When I spoke, they said, “Shut up!” I’m sorry.

So we, the weak and the poor, went far away from the door to fight, except for Pei’s uprightness and his scorn: “The children of Israel, every one of them shall be humbled.” I’m sorry.

“If the face is saltless, there is no reason to hide it. I’m sorry.

“It’s a shame, even though the whores are especially proud.” I’m sorry.

“Who is better than a concubine? I’m sorry.

Bae’s hand is in front of his head, and he can’t lose his hand.

“Do you know that your good wife master, who talks about my beauty every time he looks at me, says he’s gonna throw up whenever he sees his face?

“Look at you wearing a veil so ugly you can’t see people…”

Don’t say that about my husband! I’m sorry.

And when he had not finished his speech, I came up and interrupted him: “How can I be humbled to him, who has never been respected?” I’m sorry.

Today, this monster must not be allowed to sit on the charges, or I will not live until tomorrow!

I heard that half of my face was on me, and that dark eyes, bitterness, hatred, and all sorts of emotions, and that mouth, when water was dripping at me, made a sound of it:

“Miss Sue…”

I do not look at him, but I look at him with all my heart: “How can I be sorry to you, I know how you feel, and my husband does his work day and night, and does much for me?” I’m sorry.

The white fingers of the Quakers hold on to the Biwad, and the remaining half of his face is particularly scary: “So you used to be gentle with me, and you swore to me that it was all a lie? I’m sorry.

We should say, “How can you be true when you are in the land of the wind and the moon, and we are nostalgic?” I’m sorry.

Words are left out, scum is left.

Under the red umbrella, two kids raised their thumbs at me.

And look at Pei-Jing, he’s covered in his veil, and he can’t see his face.

And it looks like he’s been hit hard.

And the cry of the desolation stings the eardrum of all those present, if it were of substance: ‘You heartless woman, because you say you like my back. Behold! I have become this ghost for you.

“You’re so mean.”

Stop! I’m sorry.

When he ran away, I hid behind Pei, saying, “Where is there no grass?” Look, your boss’s here too. I’m sorry.

Crying, quenching.

In a moment, everyone’s eyes were on Okja.

Girls have never seen such a big scene, and it’s a little shy. I’m sorry.

That’s a good move.

And We kept those around him: “Wasn’t we redeem him?

“But a poor man, we gave him freedom, and he won’t bother. I’m sorry.

Pei is silent.

His mundane sexuality affects the difficulty of the mission, because I can’t capture his thoughts, and I look as carefully as a curious cat and try to tame him.

Don’t say it’s not just exciting, it’s addictive.

Fortunately, they nodded their heads.

And the next second, the whole painting recovered the light, and then looking forward, the twisted and terrifying figure disappeared.

It leaves only a cold humming and a blood-stained puzzle.

25,

We found a monster in the corner of the lobby after the ghost Qi left. It was hard enough. I took the towel off my eyes to know it was a dead shopkeeper.

The crisis came to an end, and the other side came to me immediately and enthusiastically and enthusiastically.

I took advantage of the fact that I had told him the truth about my own stolen drawings and had successfully fulfilled my commitment to Su-soo.

After that, we went out and went back to the street.

It’s a good thing the eyeballs stopped raining.

It is terrible that the people around remain silent.

I invited Pei to the great guacamole for the flowers.

And when a cold wind passed, and the man standing by his back under the moon with a thin veil, I ran into his eyes, and fled.

“Father, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“Where to begin. I’m sorry.

“I was young and I didn’t appreciate you. I’m sorry.

“It’s over. I’m sorry.

“But you haven’t forgiven me yet, have you? I’m sorry.

And in the two silences, as if We had read of that veil, a murdering machine.

The faces of those who are trapped in the shadow of their veils are immersed in the depths of the abyss, but the mouth is slightly raised, as though they were scorning, filled with incomprehensible ferocious and evil.

It’s a high-level creature that’s enough to play me with a unique wisdom.

A total hunter.

For the first time, I have tasted what is called “the deepest fear in my heart”.

It’s the taste of a soul shaking.

The great fear drove me to hold each other’s cold hand and try to break it in the other direction: “Father, I have decided.”

“I have decided to discharge all my servants and to spare you your life. I’m sorry.

“A lifetime, a lifetime, a pair?”

The other side heard and repeated my words.

It’s worth noting that that’s a mind-boggling tone.

Our eyes covered with tears: “Yes, my husband has always protected me and taken care of me with his heart, and I am stuck with the little spirits. Will you not be sad?” I’m sorry.

“I’m… certainly sad. I’m sorry.

He said that he was sad, but he couldn’t hear any feelings.

We looked at him with wet eyes: “No one will be with me after that.” I’m sorry.

“I’m yours, just yours. I’m sorry.

…so can you kill me later?

At the performance of my hard work, he moved a little.

“Men and Master…”

“Father…”

And we are gathered together in the mighty moon.

Like every couple with a hard time.

26,

The night passed in peace.

The next day,

And We called Okja and David, and poured all the pieces together again, 11 in full, and gradually drew a blurry outline.

River Town and common county planning are similar, with residential areas, neighborhoods, halls and temples on the edge of an unknown fog.

Rivers covered by fog, like an island in the sea.

This puzzle, apart from the death of a thousand wonders, has no clue that the story is half-baked and still has no light.

“I found the hidden rules of the game.” I’m sorry.

“What rules?”

“Identity. I’m sorry.

“identity is the rule of the game, and every person must act in accordance with his or her identity, even the monsters of rival camps. I’m sorry.

This would explain why, even though Pei had the chance to kill me several times, he had to continue to play his role.

After all, he must abide by the rules.

I hear Okja’s nodding and David seems to understand.

I explained, “At the same time, in a very logical game, social status is also the same as the ability of monsters. I’m sorry.

This explains why Pei did not take the initiative and did not look down on the lowly charlatan.

“Maybe those monsters, like us, buy their hands off in this game, enjoy the pleasures of killing, and suffer the same rules as us.

“This game is the medium of contact between two worlds. I’m sorry.

I went on to conclude, “Think deep again, the real players here may not be us. I’m sorry.

It is no longer necessary to dwell on who it is.

For a while, nobody spoke in the house.

It took a long time to whisper the puzzles in the hands of the giant tremors, saying, “But this is just your guess and maybe, by putting together all the puzzles, we can get the game out of hand.” I’m sorry.

Okja’s coming after me, afraid I’ll say no.

I’m not refuting it.

After all, everything has already been answered.

27,

In order to search for the remaining three puzzles, the next day I asked Pei to leave alone.

“It’s not a bad thing to stay in the house without running around.” I’m sorry.

Beyond that, it’s thought-provoking.

“It’s boring to stay at home. I’m sorry.

And when I turned my back, the Lord of Pei delivered a gesture of silence, saying, “My wife will not listen to me, and will not love me.” I’m sorry.

“Love you, but I love freedom more. I’m sorry.

“…”

He finally agreed when he pulled a half-cracker.

It was just that, somehow, we insisted on being with me, and then, after lunch, we got together.

I am surprised that, contrary to the Sioux mansion, there is no fragrance in that continuous temple in West City.

It is a place where people are smoked, broken, and where a sissy Buddha is directly abandoned, with the exception of a full body, the limbs are almost fragmented.

And by the temple of marriage, I pointed to a giant copper tablet across the finger: “Go there and look.” I’m sorry.

After a fragrance, the Emperor of Pei saw me read the words in front of the fallen statue of the gods of the treasure, saying, “You can’t see the temple of the moon, you can’t kneel?” I’m sorry.

“Ahhh. I’m sorry.

And We shake our heads: “What is there to ask, and what is not to ask, and what is not sweet, and which is not sweet, and will be killed one day by accident?” I’m sorry.

“What kind of partner does not ask?” I’m sorry.

“Solitude. I’m sorry.

I rose up and washed the dust under my knees: “Isolation is the eternal companion of life than love.” I’m sorry.

“Doesn’t have to ask, let alone get a little warmth elsewhere, that sooner or later we will return to its arms and remain with it, won’t we? I’m sorry.

There is no rebuff to Pei’s allegations.

After leaving the temple, he insisted on taking me to the Moon House.

It has to be said that the old moon standing on the high stage is warm, white and long in size, and that the tender face, gentle in nature, is the only godly statue I have ever met in this place.

However, this holy statue has no head.

The beautiful head was placed in the fragrance case, and the eyes went far into the dark sky, as if they were saying nothing.

And look at the ground, there’s a lot of broken chuls all over the place, and it seems to work.

I picked up a couple of them on the cover, and they said, “I love you” on the cover, and they painted like a pair of geese, two separate, one together, and it looks like it’s a smart one.

I delivered Chang to Pei King: “Father, let’s leave a memorial. I’m sorry.

He did not object.

After that, we wrote our own name on it, exchanged it, and put it in the cage before us.

Gradually, the sky above the head falls.

After all, I walked through the nearby temples, consumed most of the mornings, and Pei stood by the side of the road and said, “No? I’m sorry.

I shake my head: “Don’t go for a while. Unless you find what you’re looking for.

He didn’t ask.

Then, standing at the west end of the road, in the first moon, I tied my towel to my eyes.

Again in front of us is a truly true and indescribable hell.

At the bottom of her feet was the delivery lady who had been crushed by her side of the road. She was a noble, broken goddess whose bloated belly seemed to be bearing something, but it was certainly not a normal fetus in the form of a bulge.

And I went to the Temple of Monopoly, in which the desolate shrine of the former Great Coast was made to be a swarm, and the body of the fallen was crawling with dirty insects, and it was only like a maggots that swayed in the dust, making a sound that was not human.

In the end, I came to the moon’s palace.

There is blood all over the place and it stinks and it seems that a killing has just been completed.

The head of the goddess was cut off and the end was put right next to it, while, not far away, several dark, thick hands were moving in the middle of the white body, and they kept acting in a dirty manner.

The skull seemed to have a breath, but only watched its pure body being humiliated.

And we’re watching, just as nothing can be done, nothing can be done.

This sense of frustration as an ant can almost kill people because, in the next moment, I almost immediately asked Pei-mei a suicide question: “Why are they doing this?” I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

I pointed to that beautiful head: “Who has made God so miserable?” I’m sorry.

Not far. He looked at me under the veil: “I thought you knew. I’m sorry.

“I’d rather hear your opinion. I’m sorry.

The other side hesitated for a moment to choose a more euphemistic wording: “…this is a war on chaos and order, who won, and the result is clear. I’m sorry.

“So that’s the winner’s flaunt? I’m sorry.

In the blood of the room, I can’t help but ask, “When chaos devours order, all the winners here satisfy their desires, such as killing and humiliation? I’m sorry.

According to the news, Bae’s head is shaking: I’m sorry.

Perhaps what he wanted to say was that there was a part of it that was like him or Su-soo’s sister, who didn’t do anything, and Ming Cheol kept up, but in my opinion, that was somewhat unconvincing.

And the next second, I look at the subtle look under the veil, and I just go in: “Sex is common, but some are special. I’m sorry.

“for example, to be seen. I’m sorry.

28,

There was no distress for Pei, but he shook his head: “Do not think that you know me.” I’m sorry.

I spread out my hand: “It’s just a guess, okay? I’m sorry.

“You’re wrong. I’m sorry.

“Oh. I’m sorry.

What was he going to say, “You–” and suddenly he turned his mouth, “So will you follow me or stay here?” I’m sorry.

“I can’t leave yet. I’m sorry.

“…”

For a long time, there was no answer.

Turning back, only the shadow of an evening coat.

When he left, this late-night temple became an altar of destruction.

More lost, more weird.

In the fragrance case, in a pile of flesh and blood, the head of the goddess turned to a dead eye and looked at me, unconsciously struggling or making a last cry for help.

She’s crying.

I went to her, “What do I want, you know. I’m sorry.

And they looked at me for a moment with their dazzling eyes, and lo! their lips were wide.

Next minute, I’ll stretch my hand in.

There was no touch of flesh in that mouth, but it was empty, and I had to put my whole arm in there and grotesque, and it took a long time to touch a hard object.

After taking the puzzle out, she almost immediately died, with a dark, pale eye towards the sky.

After that, I picked up the altimeter and covered the miserable head.

Out of the moon’s age, there is a dark road ahead, and a man who can’t see his face is not far away, and I wonder how long he’s seen me.

He’s talking in his mouth and his voice is familiar:

“You can’t win.

“No way.

“Give up. I’m sorry.

29,

I should not recognize him, but I do remember that voice — the man who cried for help in the rain of his eyes.

“Give it up. How?”

“Be like me, convert.” I’m sorry.

Then he went on a little run to his mother’s mother, who had been crushed, and his voice was loud and clear: “Ant! Ant! I’m sorry.

As if he had met his call, the bloated belly was more volatile.

“How can I convert?” I’m sorry.

“You want to be like me? “Believe me not, soon, soon, and you can be a god like me.” I’m sorry.

The other side says, and the other side blinks at me.

It’s like a cobra of snakes.

Is it God who abandons himself?

And I thought of it, and I was careful to stop there: “No, I still want to try another way.” I’m sorry.

The man stopped and yelled at me, “Your resistance is useless.” I tell you, He is not a man, but a God who fears. I’m sorry.

“You know him?”

They say that they shake their heads and nod their heads, and suddenly they say, “How can a small human being know him?” But if your brain is advanced enough, it happens to be the same.

“This game of nightmares is your window of contact.”

“Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey. I’m sorry.

And I had a heart for him to say, and suddenly he waved, “If you do not believe, I will help you.” I’m sorry.

Come on, he’ll put his hands together, straight down!

It’s not like a bag, but it’s still high and high, and it’s plumbing on the surface.

One rule, one pack, one fight, it’s hard to describe!

In short, it’s a bunch of weird snakes of different sizes, each with a skull eyeball, as if they had a direction as soon as they landed, swimming straight to the east side of the road, leaving only a bright wet spot on the ground.

The man had the pleasure of clapping his hand: “The child is born, the child is born!”

Come on, the hand was still scratching in the broad belly, and a lot of little snakes went through his arm and went under his clothes, and they didn’t think they were squeaky, but they grunted.

And finally, again, for a while, he drew from the depths a jigsaw puzzle with blood on it, and threw it at my feet, “Here you are.” I’m sorry.

Two pieces of puzzle, beheading and death, respectively.

One in the mouth of the decapitated bride-in-law and one in the belly of the Queen’s delivery.

This seems to imply the death of the old gods.

It also implies the end and destruction of humanity.

When I picked up the puzzle and put it in his sleeve, the man laughed, “The real game has not yet begun.” I’m sorry.

Then suddenly he was short.

First, it collapsed into a swarm, then it was extended to one, chasing its companions.

I almost looked away and drove him away.

The snakes that used to be human?

30,

On the way back, I traveled all the way, drying up — this unstoppable vomiting is not from the body, but from the extreme destruction and shock of the mind.

Until the middle of the night, the moon on the top of its head turned red.

It’s a red red with blood all over it. It’s like a madman’s eyeball.

Blood is everywhere.

Soy, muddy roads,

A distorted line in the red moon.

The stars have been completely overturned, and I have a red umbrella, and I see my tiny reflection on a flat skyglass, which quickly runs on a twisted blood-intestinal trail, while moving wildly, with a four-sided, chaotic outline.

And all the sights are crooked, ridiculous, confused…

It’s just that I’ve heard a chorus, in addition to the sound of snakes moving in all directions.

Soft, secret, undetectable.

I stood up, “Well, let’s go. I’m sorry.

As I found out, the man behind him came near, and the purified veil was dazzling in a blood-stained ground, and in between there was a holiness founded on filth.

Ridiculous, broken, yet moving.

In the darkness ahead, the contours of Su’s house appeared, and We pulled the corner of the veil.

“I’ve always wanted to see your eyes. I’m sorry.

“Maybe I have more than two eyes. I’m sorry.

“You can only show two eyes. I’m sorry.

“…”

31,

The back door of Su’s house, the creeping moistures were disappearing.

Me and Pei went through the shadows as if nothing had happened, but I felt something was staring at me.

Look around and there’s nobody.

It was almost early in the morning that I had to lie back in my bed when the blood bars were near empty, and Pei, not far from it, seemed very excited to stand by the window and to look at the red moon outside the window.

I whispered, “Please, can I paint you? I’m sorry.

They ignore me.

“I’ll put your real name on it. I’m sorry.

“… whatever you want. I’m sorry.

I don’t want to touch any more nails when he’s in a stand-by mode.

Outside the window, the red moon is still falling.

The back-lighted spherical spherical swirling of pupils and blood entwined — that was a huge eyeball!

All of a sudden, the people at the side of the window were standing up and staring at the threat of rapid sinking.

“No, she’s mine. I’m sorry.

It’s a competition for what the prey belongs to.

After the invisible killing, that horrible eyeball retreated.

It is still a gray moon that rises and disappears.

A new day has come.

32.

The next day, I’ll put 13 pieces together.

At this point, there is only one last gap in the entire map, and from the angles, the puzzle is in the Su’s hall, where half of the huge edge of the head can be seen.

– I don’t know if he’s a sitting Buddha or a patient with a tumor.

“I remember it, I remember it. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“The rumors of the year!”

Speaking of which, he was so excited he was in front of the puzzle: “The legend is that the frame of this game is designed by a man with the last brain tumor! The man used the horrors he saw in his dreams as a model of a game to make the details more realistic, even to remove his brain as a terminal server…”

Okja was shaking: “But it’s just a legend. I’m sorry.

“I thought it was a commercial until we got here! I’m sorry.

David said, “Isn’t this a crazy world, you say? I’m sorry.

I must say, there’s a little truth.

He was so excited to see us not talking, and he was so excited at his thighs, “That’s true.” Let’s get to Su’s Hall. That’s the last map! I’m sorry.

“Go is going. “I shake my head, but I’m alone. I’m sorry.

They said, “Why?”

“In case the entire army is destroyed. I’m sorry.

David stuttered: “But we are friends with each other!” How can you risk it alone? I’m sorry.

“I take the money, and I’m responsible for it. I’m sorry.

“It’s not about money! “If you die, we…”

“Not necessarily. I’m sorry.

I stung her head with comfort: “How can we die when our real bodies are not in this world?” At best, it’s a vegetable. I’m sorry.

“If I’m dead and you’re out there, you can take care of me for the rest of your life. I’m sorry.

They opened their mouths and wet their eyes.

After that We left them in their chambers, and came to the bamboo forest alone with red umbrellas, sweat towels and all the puzzles.

Deep in the woods, the wind.

I stopped and said, “Brother, I have fulfilled my promise to you.” I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

After a blight, a message came from the system:

# So-ho #20, now 30/100 #

When I saw him, he walked in the depths, and he said, “Will you go west?” I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

“Sit here, at least we won’t hurt you. I’m sorry.

I understand that, in this world of chaos, he and Pei King are among the most gentle monsters (NPCs), but the urge to answer has prevented me from stopping.

“Thank you. If I hadn’t come back for a long time, I’d like to see my brother. I’m sorry.

“…”

33 – 33

It’s hard to talk to a damn ghost.

After a fragrance, I came to the Su family hall, where even the threshold was gravitated out of a gutter, and the fragrance was visible.

There’s no one there. I walked right in.

In the fragrance, the great Buddha looked at the void, with a pattern of mercy in his eyes, and in front of him was a dirty sack of cotton, apparently on the knees of many.

I’ve been looking around for a while, and I’ve got nothing.

Everything’s fine here, it’s just empty, and I always feel like someone’s talking.

It’s just this sound, almost exactly what I heard in the treatment!

It’s a weird, slow syllable, and they keep repeating it, but it’s just getting slower and clearer, and it’s like a man talking in my ear.

And that’s how I finally heard the syllables.

“Sue…mear…”

That’s my name!

It’s as if it’s to make me hear more and more and more.

At the same time, the sky outside the window is rapidly darkening.

Dark as a tide, and the Buddha above me seemed to notice, “He” bowed his head, looked down at the ants on his feet, and a glitter of glitter covered the hyenas’ private words: “Supriek, what are you choosing to die? I’m sorry.

The sound fell, the bag I brought broke, 13 pictures fell on the ground, offering a wide range of options, broken necks, strangulations, car cracks, beheadings —

“…I choose the death of a long life. I’m sorry.

“…”

After silent overlooking, Buddha returned to his original position.

A much larger puzzle fell before me, a process that was kinder than the previous experience of collecting it.

It just seems to be a little too simple.

I put the new puzzle into the only gap, but I found the whole shape to be a bit irregular, trying to fold several times into a box with a lid.

So, the key to customs clearance is in this box?

It’s probably the way out.

But more likely … is another trap.

Live, or die?

Open, or not?

This is not a problem, because the weak have no choice.

So I opened the lid and chose to look deep into the box.

Next minute, I’m dead.

There’s nothing in that puzzle box.

It’s a tunnel.

Or a world.

It’s more a trap.

Because the moment I saw that world, I was dead.

And my body, my soul, my brain waves, something like that, was taken to that place.

There is a puddle of red slurry on the top of its head, and there is a flat lake beneath its feet, a few white and lovely clouds hovering at the tip of its fingertips, but when I try to touch them, it feels like stinging a knife.

In addition to this, the abyss above the head continues to float in black pieces, swimming around fast and impervious through me, but light as the air.

The law here is the complete opposite of the object-based Earth and cannot even be interpreted in constant physical terms.

In it, you can see your smallness.

I tried to turn my body around, but I found it hard to use it, and when I finally found the know-how to turn my face, I found hundreds of people behind me in the same position.

Some of them look crazy, some serious, some like me, trying to control their bodies.

But many more are floating silently, like a jellyfish hanging in the air.

In fact, I would like to know what happens to the abyss and what happens to the lake, but those who waited too long and did not reach the abyss are falling down, like a gray tatter that fell on the water.

At my feet, someone’s getting immersed in the lake.

Gold hair, deep dents… a tall white man.

A bath in the water of the lake, where the body was shrunk, and the naked skin gradually appeared, and the eyeball rose to the top… But his face is loose, smooth, as if it were safe.

It reminds me of Western Christianity, where newborn children are baptized.

– Conversion.

After that, I looked up to the abyss.

For a moment, the indescribable fear captured me.

I suddenly understood that, once back, I was still waiting for an unexited game, a hospital-priced medical list, the harshness of parents and the pain of survival that could not be overcome.

As a result, the flat lake at the foot became attractive.

And I’m falling into the lake, like so many people around.

35 – 35

On the other side, in Sue’s house.

She left the bamboo forest rarely.

On the way, he split flowers and crossed through the courtyard to a small courtyard of red walls.

In his eyes, it was a gruesome mudslide of blood and blood, and although he hated the red house, there was still a reason why he had to come.

In the middle of the yard, there’s a man in his arms with a paper man who seems to have waited a long time.

In the moment of sight, Su Xi took a small bottle out of her sleeve and leaned down at her feet: “I brought what you wanted.” I’m sorry.

The “man” and the one in the auditorium.

If not necessary, naturally the distance is as far away as possible.

When he left, the man came and picked up the bottle without saying anything.

In fact, all the “people” here come from different dimensions and come to the lake, just to satisfy their different desires.

This interaction is probably the last time.

In the house, the paper man is on the floor.

The bottles were opened, and the black and red liquid was dripping into the eyes of the paper man.

The other side took a sign from his sleeve with the name “I’m fine” and put it behind the paperman.

He never remembered a name like that in the long past.

So it is hoped that the other party will live up to its commitments.

And when it was done, he came close to the man’s ear and whispered, “The reflection of the abyss is not so terrible a man’s place in the universe.” I’m sorry.

A cold kiss falls on that soft lips.

“Find it and come home. I’m sorry.

Thirty-six.

I woke up in the next second of choosing the abyss.

And before him was a muddy pixel, and then he was solid, and he was on my eye, and he was a long cud.

After the chul, it’s a pair of long radical eyes.

The eyes are a natural insinuation, with black eyelashes, a glimpse of the wind, and the beauty with silk and eccentricity.

“You saved my life? I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

When I woke up, people hung a big fist around my neck.

Look down, but it’s a big rhino.

“…”

I got up in shock and looked down at my smooth hands.

So, me, I actually became a paperman?

What is the logic behind this?

Behind me Pei pushed me to sit down in front of the red make-up, and picked up the same-coloured twirl, and moved softly: “You come back and don’t run away again.” I’m sorry.

“…mmm. I’m sorry.

I look at my head, and I look at my veins, and I look at my skin.

Then the system pushed me a message:

“Pee’s Perception + 10, Current Perception 90/1000”

He was in a good mood when he was wearing a veil and only two eyes were shown, and he was able to see the radians of his lower lips through the thin fabric.

He seems a little different when he comes back to life.

Maybe I was afraid I’d run away, and after a few days, Pei was with me.

In addition to keeping me out of the house, you always bring me some weird soup…

Of course, I slipped all over it.

So day after day, playing the drums, and being free, a few days later the door closed was blown.

Quiet.

Then Pei put his hands on a string, “Who?”

A fine voice came out of the door: “Pei Long, there are people asking to see Miss.” I’m sorry.

“I will not go out and let them come to me.” I’m sorry.

In the room, the cold air has come to an end.

After that, Dave and Okja were brought into the house.

When I met you, they held me tight and wept like a flood: “Shi, you are alive!”

“Why are we crying? I’m sorry.

This is how they discovered that there was a man in the house, who looked like a quail that had been hit by frosted, and could only stand as far away from each other as possible, looking at me drawing.

Despite the strange atmosphere, the time has passed and nothing has happened.

“What are you drawing? I’m sorry.

“It’s me and my husband. I’m sorry.

He cried out, “Ha, I thought it was SpongeBob and Patrick.” I’m sorry.

With Okja a hammer, the laugh stops.

Night.

Pei stood by the window and looked at the big moon outside the window.

And I delivered it to him, and said, ‘What do you think of my drawing? I’m sorry.

“You paint me?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, me and you. I’m sorry.

“You haven’t really seen me. I’m sorry.

“But I remember your eyes. I’m sorry.

“…”

I remember the blurry contours that day in front of the Buddha, so I tried to put them together in full, but only in three. He listened, and he opened his eyes, and the tone changed.

“Well, it does. I’m sorry.

A few joys in the tongue, and a few joys.

When I saw him in a good mood, I put Chu’s pen into his hand: “There’s nothing like it, a husband can paint better than me and can change it himself.” I’m sorry.

“Good. I’m sorry.

I hear he did take the pen and then he took it to the desk.

It was only a few pens that made the people of the painting more flexible, and I was just going to go over and be covered up with their hands: “I have painted, and you cannot look.” I’m sorry.

Listen to him, I can only move my eyes.

When it was done, he placed a line of names in the corner of the scroll.

It is a set of complex, guo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo.

And so I read this completely strange character without any hindrance.

“A Zhu Ro. I’m sorry.

Maybe that’s his real name.

I am certainly not stingy: “It’s good to hear, it feels powerful as God.” I’m sorry.

And he whispered, and looked at me in silence after the veil, and the sight was as close and as bright as a thread that could not find its end.

Late in the night, he hanged the ink-dry painting and blew it under the window.

And a few winds passed through the window, blowing the people of the scrolls into the air — a strange and beautiful thing, even if it had a contours.

I only had a glimpse of it, and the blood strip continued to fall, and had to go on and on.

After that, they sat under the window and watched the painting alone for a long time.

The blood moon rises through the windows, a red moonlight falls on the floor, and the lonely shadow of the beautified painting is a little gothic romance.

In this still-dead picture, the man looked back at me:

“Thank you, I love it. I’m sorry.

38 – 38

The next day, Okja and David came to me.

“Can I talk to them in the yard? I’m sorry.

The other side did not refuse, but seemed to be in a good mood: “Go ahead. I’m sorry.

Words are so sweet, so kind.

Turning around, squeezing his bottom line, and taking them straight to the hallways — since the same yard is okay, should the hallway be all right?

After that, we sat on the floor of the corridor, and I asked Okja, “Yes, remember the world after you died?” I’m sorry.

The girl is blind: “…it’s not clear.

“I only remember being there for a long time… Until you got me back, I forgot everything, and I remembered my name. I’m sorry.

“Really?”

“What if I think about it, because I remember my name, I am not a human snake?” I’m sorry.

I hear Okja is nervous about me: “Is there anything in this? I’m sorry.

“Of course there is. I’m sorry.

And I crouched on the ground and put a circle in a branch: “I doubt that the world has a special definition of death. I’m sorry.

“Definition”? I’m sorry.

“For example, how did you find me alive? I’m sorry.

“We saw your blood strip red again.” I’m sorry.

“Yes, it was offline the other day, and suddenly it went online again. I’m sorry.

I split the circle of the two branches of the earth: “You see, it’s not a dimension, and the monsters can’t really destroy our flesh…

“After all, this insulated operation, it’s limited.

Imagine, what would happen to you if you did your job and found out you couldn’t get through? I’m sorry.

“I’ll probably go mad…”

“Not crazy. I’m sorry.

I corrected his words: “I give up.” I’m sorry.

Name, the smallest self.

Okja didn’t give up on herself until she died, which is probably why she came back alive.

In other words, what he wants is not simply death, but the sacrifice of our spirit/soul, joining, assimilation, and voluntary conversion.

It’s in the words of heart:

In this world, the soul remains immortal.

I hear that both people are crying: “What’s the point of all the puzzles we’ve collected?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah, he didn’t want to let us go! I’m sorry.

I shook my head: “No, a rigorous and complex system set should be absolutely fair.

“Maybe we still have a chance. I’m sorry.

39, 39.

As I thought, Pei-il found me in the halls, and he was but a scornful sarcasm, and there was no greater punishment.

So I made a second request: “Father, I would like to go to bamboowood and ask my brother for a painting.” I’m sorry.

“No, I’ll teach you. I’m sorry.

It is said that I sat in the corner and lamented: “I won’t answer this, and my husband will not love me.” I’m sorry.

“What is love and what is not love?” I’m sorry.

“How can you not love my freedom while you love me?” I’m sorry.

The other side was caught in a paradox, and the face under the veil was clouded by the sun inside.

When he refused to do so, I went to the corner in silence, without drawing a circle, and from time to time lamented.

It took a lot of time for me to come back before dark.

I naturally promised.

Before I left, I took the painting and asked Sue for advice.

After that, I called David and Okja, and went to the bamboo forest while the light was still there.

Deep in the bamboo forest, in the wind.

The strange white shirt still floats in its original form, and it has to be said that it feels like it’s a good time to see Su-soo again after the storm.

Who knows, I’m not the only one who’s touched, and I’m the one next to me.

When he saw the white shirt that hit him in the air, he cried out at the scene, while he went after the white shirt of Sue. I’m sorry.

When the other shuddered, the tumbled into the bouquet, and a cold line came out:

“What’s the matter with you?”

I opened my door to the closed door: “How’s it going? I’m sorry.

“it’s okay to leave me alone. I’m sorry.

I asked David, “Why do you call him the Grand Duke?” I’m sorry.

“That’s him! He helped me make paper! I’m sorry.

When he woke up with tears, it didn’t look like a lie, I turned around and said, “Why did you help him? I’m sorry.

The people behind the door said nothing, quiet as a chicken.

“Don’t say it?”

And when I waved, and sat down at the place of the other two, “Well, then we shall wait here for dark.” I’m sorry.

“Someone will come to me after dark.” I’m sorry.

“We have never violated each other, and if we break this relationship, we will break even more terrible taboos.” I’m sorry.

And I smiled at him, “What am I afraid of, neither of you?” I’ll say it’s the brother’s passion…”

The other side smelled, the other side snagged.

Just as I thought he was going to do something, the system suddenly pops up a group application.

Is the player So-soo applying to join the team?

I said, “What?”

Dawei Okja: ?

38 – 38

That’s a great invert.

After all, it’s a dirty, blood-scrambling, and it’s just a weird-looking villain, boss, and I can’t even think about it.

“So you’re a player?”

“Something. I’m sorry.

Su Xi took us into the house and hid himself in the corner: “But unlike you, I have a semi-open system of administrators who can disguise the role. I’m sorry.

“Administrator system?” So you’re a game worker? I’m sorry.

“…and half and half. I’m sorry.

“At least six months ago, an investor found me and asked me to play a game on a particular subject, but I was only involved in production and had no idea of the core.

“Because he has assigned everything, from models to plays, and he doesn’t know where to find strange people to participate in the operation and distribution of the game, and I have little room to interfere. I’m sorry.

“The Stranger”?

“That’s right, these people look so bad, they all look a little sick…”

He looked back and said, “They often meet in secret at the company, and the next day the investors give me a model of a new monster, and he says those are from his dreams…”

In the middle of the day, he ran over a kind of fear: “But it’s true.” The details, the settings! They’re changing the game like they’re calling them out of their dreams!

“I’m just trying to get paid to do things, and I can’t say no to them, and then the project came to an end, and the game got out of control.”

It goes without saying that the game cannot leave normally, that all human players are trapped here and can never escape.

They are in this world the bait for monsters to party.

She says she’s lucky for the rest of her life.

When I heard this, I immediately interrupted him: “Why didn’t you stop the project, knowing it was dangerous? I’m sorry.

Word is, Sue snubbed.

“Maybe because I’m dead? I’m sorry.

After the sound of the voice, David and Okja hid behind me, and I noded: “What do you think?” I’m sorry.

Su-soo had no face: “When the company tested the game, I suddenly broke my heart and couldn’t breathe, but the game was loaded, and I recorded it.” I’m sorry.

“Is it possible you’re alive?”

Zoo’s sister shakes her head and goes through the darkness.

“I don’t know. I’m sorry.

“Well, give me your company address. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“If you die, I’ll collect your body; if you’re alive, it’s another option, in exchange, you’ll help us out. I’m sorry.

“…”

“This is your condition.” I’m sorry.

“More than that. I’m sorry.

I took out the picture, “I want you to help me with the painting.” I’m sorry.

She’s only got a glimpse through the cracks. She’s like a shadow in the water.

In the blurry white shadow, there was a scream of fear:

“You, dare you steal the power of He!” I’m sorry.

40,

And when the white shadow before him stabilized, and came together as “man,” I asked him, “So will you help me?” I’m sorry.

“Why?”

At the expense of the sous-song, the axieties of the axle were thrown away: “The power of those things is different, but each of them has the lethal power of a nuclear weapon, and the one around you is one of the terrible things.

“It is only He who likes pleasure and all that is beautiful and orderly, and He is too rare to indulge in the desire to kill and be one of those who share humanity.

“You’ve got a good feeling about him. You can live here all the time, okay? I’m sorry.

I was told, “So you think I should be with him, like a cat and dog in the ring?” I’m sorry.

“You…”

The other one seemed to be trying to counter me, but one mouth was a little sulky: “Whatever.”

“I just remind you that even if you steal the power of taboos, the game is already completely contaminated and humans cannot afford it…”

I’m a little impatient to see him say, “As long as his mind doesn’t collapse, he won’t really die, will he?

“So accept or reject?”

Fortunately, they finally nodded their heads.

After that, he expelled three of us from their homes and closed his doors.

Nor did he know how he had made it, until the sun had moved westward, and he opened the gate and delivered me a thin package from the door.

And it was wrapped in red paper, and it was light, and I was about to open it, and he pressed it, and said, “He will see it as soon as you use it.” I’m sorry.

“Okay, thanks.

I collected the package, and the so-called girl looked at me and put a note in my hand, and we both knew what was written there.

After that, he covered the door and went back inside.

“Wait!” I yelled, “Tell me what you know and you know we need your help. I’m sorry.

“I have nothing to help you with. I’m sorry.

And in the door, the white ghost was in the corner: “All I can tell you is that there are more scary rules behind it that bring a group of monsters together in the same society.

“If you can find the rule, control it, and use it, you may have a chance, but…”

Saying, “The sound of pollution is the end of everything!” I’m sorry.

At this point, the sky began to blacken, and the shadows began to flow around, and Okja felt wrong.

“So, is this game really built in a deformed brain?” I’m sorry.

“… guess?”

They don’t talk anymore. There’s weird, broken laughter in the door.

Knowing that we can’t stay, with the dark light, we rushed out of the bamboo forest.

41,

Through the courtyard, it’s strangely quiet.

And We placed David and Okja in the courtyard, and returned to the lady’s room, but Pei was not in it.

The mood was relaxed, and I turned on the system panel to look at the current state and found that there was no change in the blood strip.

It seems that the paper man’s status is longer than before.

I’ve left my Sioux bag on the table, and I’m wondering whether to open it, and there’s a fine sound coming out of the door: “Miss, the old man is here. I’m sorry.

The voice was still missing, and the system immediately came up with a line of messages:

[Participation in the Sioux House Brethren 0/1]

Hissing. Red-word job again?

I didn’t just open the door until the footsteps out there disappeared.

Open the door, with a white seal on the ground, and it’s glittered with gold, with several big words in a snake-swam husk:

I’m sorry.

What does that mean?

And look out the window, the moon and the man has not returned.

Perhaps I can live in the corner of this strange world, as Sue says, with his blessing.

But every time I try to retreat, there’s always the last act in the bamboo forest: the so-called strangulation in the dark corners of the world, which is long gone, and he’s lost his human adherence to this strange world.

So I made up my mind.

While the time was precious, he left the room with his equipment.

Just outside the courtyard, the ear room was not far away, and two black heads were found. You’re going to do it alone again?”

“No, you can’t leave us this time! I’m sorry.

So, the three men came together again, and David took the white seal, and he said, “Swisted the night.” When was that? I’m sorry.

“It’s a three-pointer. I’m sorry.

Okja explains: “Students have learned in high school. I’m sorry.

The boy whispered, “What’s the matter with you?” What about the location of the mission? I’m sorry.

I shook my head: “No doubt that the general family’s toast is in the front room. I’m sorry.

The front room, where I appeared at the beginning.

“What are you waiting for?”

“We have so many props, don’t we just take them out?” I’m sorry.

Once again, the three men travelled through the corridor, to the courtyard, and through a small bridge of a fake mountain lake, the front hall.

In the middle of the month, there was an inaccuracies in the front, which were broken and broken.

This BGM, whole like real.

In addition to this, there are many more houses in the dark.

They walk out of the dark corner, with the same white seal in their hands, and on the way, they rub their shoulders on their heels and walk towards the bright front door.

Is this the “morning” of the ceremony?

Before I reached the threshold, I finally looked back at the open ground, full of moonlight.

Unfortunately, no one was there.

In a moment, I don’t even know whether the mood is easy or lost.

42, 42.

The other side.

A man rushed back to the red house while it was dark.

He learned about human culture in the context of this game and saw himself as a decent imitator. On that day, he sought many paintings to make that sentimental soul happy.

But when he came back to the house, she wasn’t in there.

After that, he started looking around.

In the halls, under the trees, those things were whispering in the shadows and mocking at what he did…

After all, wherever he is, he’s an alien.

So he did not conceal his own nature, but put his hand into the shadow, and choked out that thing with his mouths, and strangling it with his head, and splattered his eyes.

It was a very low-grade, crude and indiscriminately made creature, and it was soon left with a skeleton of flesh and blood, left behind by him without mercy, and turned into a stinking pus.

After that, he refused to give up and began to look elsewhere for clues.

On the way, he met a lot of strange people, each with a white seal — This is a restricted pass for “they” to enter.

He shot one of them to get tickets.

“Ajuro! What’s going on?

This is a language that is completely incomprehensible.

He didn’t care about that weak threat and managed to grab the white seal.

And it was only at a moment of contact that it was gathered together as a little snake, and fled from his fingertips.

They denied him access.

Not far from the front hall, the lights are bright, but they seem to have invisible diaphragms that cannot be crossed.

He can’t get any closer.

In spite of that, the beautiful but strange blinking of the eyes, the tears of two bloodslids, quickly dazzling the veil of the head.

Subsequently, more taboos were triggered.

The hysterics of the previously quiet sky, with blood pouring down, quickly accumulated a thick layer of blood on the ground and could not spread locally.

It is as if there is an imbalance of power.

And the moon shall be red.

43, 43.

Step down, I’m in the lobby.

Quietly, back to the day of the login game.

Exactly.

There is a snow and white chain around here, a few fruits and vegetables at the table, a pair of candles, and a big red coffin with a lid on it, just like that day.

Everything looks familiar.

There are people standing in the hall, almost on their shoulders, standing in circles around the coffin, looking inside, as if looking at the remains of the dead.

If this is the necessary procedure, should I look forward to it?

And with this in mind, I left the red umbrella and the turban to David and Okja, respectively: “I will go over and take a look, and you will watch.” I’m sorry.

Two company nods.

Before I looked, I left my eyes open.

So, the package was light, and it opened, and it was a white mask in its hand, and I put on it, and I learned from the people around it, and I took a glimpse of it.

It’s not a monster, it’s a young woman, she’s beautiful, she’s asleep and she’s got a deep ligature on her neck.

That’s me!

The next moment, I’m turning around and suddenly I’m looking at it!

From an original bystander perspective to a subjective one, even with closed eyes, there is a feeling of unkindness around.

It’s the people who look at me.

Every eye, it’s causing me strong mental contamination.

I can feel that the power of my life is being drained and the eyelids are becoming heavy.

Are you going to die again?

A man dies as a ghost, a ghost dies as a ghost…

Seriously, I can’t promise to come back to life this time!

I was just thinking of something. I’m still wearing an unknown mask.

So, in a thick eye, I opened my eyes.

The sight of the second, the strange and insensitive face in front of me, opened up!

I only see the longer that wide mouth is torn to the root of my ear, and the blood is flowing down like a spring, and it hurts, but the other one can’t move his eyes and can’t make a noise from his throat!

I’m going to move my eyes to the other side.

It was a strange man whose forehead was full of eyebrows, whose eyes were closed at once and hundreds of eyelids were running out of a pus, but between them, they were rotting like a dead tree, crying back and down.

I’m:

Top-of-the-art murder weapon.

For some time now, the sights around the casket have disappeared, and the sound of slapping from the coffins has been heard.

After several struggles, I finally sat out of the coffin and found out that it was not a hall.

For a moment, fear spreads all over.

I’m in the lake!

On the surface of the lake, a white body like a jellyfish, beneath the lake, a strange snake!

“You’ve been holding on for so long…”

Behind you, a voice familiar with hiss.

I’m going to look like a madman who turned into a snake that day, and now he’s become a human being, and he’s standing on the surface of the water, and he’s like, “Here is the view, the normal person is crazy, and you’re awake. I’m sorry.

“I’m already crazy. I’m sorry.

“No, you’re not. And he smiled, “Did you ever think that maybe the world was fake and this is real? I’m sorry.

“I didn’t think you were more crazy than me. I’m sorry.

“I’m not crazy. I just found out. I’m sorry.

He said that he looked at the top of his head with a smile — just between the abyss and the lake, and the big, red moon was spinning.

“You’ll understand when you meet your ancestors!” I’m sorry.

It seems to be a signal.

As the moon turned red, the bottom of the lake gradually rose, and a large thing rose from the bottom of the lake to its surface.

It is difficult to describe the dumb call of “He” in the process.

It’s silent, loud, crazy and rational, and I can’t tell because I’m even beginning to doubt my eyes.

A golden Buddha rising before my eyes!

With golden jewels in his ears to his shoulder, with his head wrinkled around his little snake’s bones, making that head look several times larger than his body, with the Buddha’s light behind him —

The sight is so deformed and so holyly clear!

In front of us is the shadow of the sea, and the eye-breathing snake is bred in the bones, and breathes with a breath.

And He looked at me, and suddenly he sighed.

When the wind came, I felt the mask softened — like a curtain wet by rain — and began to transform.

And the strange man turned his back to me, and lamented: “Are you, like me, a chosen messenger of God? Will you not stay here and die? I’m sorry.

“I’m like you?”

“Yes, I would have died if I hadn’t heard his call. I’m sorry.

The men raised their hands and touched their large heads strangely: “And many of my sick friends…”

I’m on alert. I’m sorry.

“Yes, now they are all in the lake, baptized by a new generation, and become as immortal as God…”

“What kind of freshman is this? I’m sorry.

I shook my head: “Is man human after losing himself, but a ghost?” I’m sorry.

“The Ghost”? I’m sorry.

“I am Buddha’s chosen guide! I am the most devout disciple!” As you have seen, He was among our world’s most extensive believers, enjoying the greatest sacrifice. I’m sorry.

I put out my hands and tried to protect my mask, though it was still getting soft: “You’re dragging time?” I’m sorry.

“…”

Otherwise, why didn’t your Buddha ambush me immediately?

I said, “Can’t or won’t?” I’m sorry.

“Or is he also afraid of something that exists? I’m sorry.

The sound of the word is still missing, and the Buddha in front of him breathes his last breath.

The next moment, the mask is gone.

And We were dragged into the bottom by snakes of the humming, and the lake was clear, and the bottom of Buddha was clear.

It’s just that the Buddha wasn’t under the table, it was a four-legged snake with a tail and a stomach full of straws!

This is what He is!

When I fell into the water, it quickly moved the upper half, staring at me with dozens of square eyeballs.

I’ve been staring at you.

In that vast eye, I saw a flat world, with kiosks, temples, temples and human snakes walking straight on the ground, and as the world rotated and expanded, the image was gradually becoming flat.

And while he was staring at me, he wasn’t idle, and the short upper limbs couldn’t hold on to many little snakes in the water, so simple, and so on.

A deformed creature full of eyes was born.

It’s as if a strange, four-legged snake… created by the Creator, by the “He” and by the monotonous, committed syllable.

“Sue…mear…”

I see. He’s been trying to bring me into his world.

I was chosen a long time ago!

In the eyes of that big eyeball, I began to feel the heat of my body, and my legs were stuck together, and my head became so heavy that it was hard to lift…

At the edge of the consciousness struggle, suddenly a cold call was heard from the water.

“It’s dark. Why aren’t you home? I’m sorry.

45,

It is not a sound of temptation or strangeness, but it is like a water of ice, so that I am sober.

And at the next moment, suddenly, the strange snakehead turned away.

On the top of the lake, a little bit of red blood passed through the position, covering the surface of the water, and I saw it, moving my limbs up, until the whole man broke out of the water.

Right in front of you, the lake disappeared.

Looking around, I’m still lying in a coffin in the front room.

It is just as if there has been a brutal murder, even a large hole in the roof, full of dirty debris, not far from it, a man in a blood coat, standing at the heart of the ruins of flesh and blood.

As usual, the tone is soft: “It’s dark, follow me back.” I’m sorry.

I was just trying to talk, and I got strangled from behind.

“She’s not going back with you, you monster! I’m sorry.

“…”

The strange man who crawled from behind me when he saw nothing before him, and his eyes fell apart, and his dry hands grabbed my collar, and he showed a strange and eccentric smile.

“She knows that the whole world is a killing game of monsters! She came close to you and used you to escape! I’m sorry.

Ashuiro’s response was a soft one:

“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.

The voice fell down and strangled my hands.

I look back and see what I can’t forget all my life: The strange man fell down on the ground, scared and confused, and his feet were slowly inhaled into his body, followed by legs and cheekbones, without a drop of blood all the way down for a few seconds, and he just disappeared from the outside.

“This is your ability.” I’m sorry.

“Not me.”

“That? I’m sorry.

“He said something he shouldn’t.” I’m sorry.

What should I say?

Is it “show the killing game” or “show them as monsters”?

Either way, it breaks the rules.

It is a system that is maintained by a system that everyone has to follow, even monsters.

I looked around and found the red umbrella in the corner, and the two below were unconscious and dragged to clean ground.

In the end, a glimpse of the immersed veil, which was not far away, wiped out the blood on the face: “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

“Why?”

“I can’t go back with you. I’m sorry.

Under a veil full of stains, the other side casts a blind eye: “You will not escape.” I’m sorry.

“No, I have an idea. I’m sorry.

Seeing the rules of this game so strict, it’s more certain.

“I never left this way, just because I owe you a farewell. I whispered, “Maybe, our story has a bad start, but it can end romanticly, can’t it? I’m sorry.

The other side was said to have swept away the ruins of blood and stench.

“That’s the end of your romance? I’m sorry.

“Of course not. I’m sorry.

“Maybe you’d like to come back with me to see my family?” I’m sorry.

After a moment of silence, he turned to me, “Are you serious? I’m sorry.

“I’m a madman, but I never lie. I’m sorry.

“…”

Under the veil, the long radical eyes were staring at me without blinking, and the next minute, the system pushed a message at me:

“Pee’s Awe”

And I stomped my feet to each other’s ears: “So will you help me?” I’m sorry.

For a long time, the other side slightly noded.

With his permission, I closed my eyes to the red moon above my head and took off the veil.

And the next moment, behind the moon, there’s a cold rage!

That big moon wheel turned around, it was a big eyeball!

The ball burst, and the rain fell as white as the flesh, and soon it shook with the whole space, and I hid from it, and said, “Yes, indeed! I’m sorry.

“The true perfect game system, even the administrators will be killed without discrimination!” I’m sorry.

As the vibrations increased, the ground began to crack into a dark, dark, deep, and I was hesitant to jump against the water of the lake, and Azuro pointed to the crack: “You leave here, you can return to your world.” I’m sorry.

Listen to him. I’ll take one and I’ll take two kids and throw them in.

Looking back, the other side is still standing.

“Well, aren’t you coming with me?”

“I don’t know what it’s gonna be when I get out of here.” I’m sorry.

“Then you let me go? I’m sorry.

The other side shook its head and dazzled a cloud under its veil, blurring its sharp and cold contours, which was gentle.

“Love a man, should love her freedom. I’m sorry.

“… less bullshit. I’m sorry.

Come on, I got a knife and I just knocked people out.

In front of me, dark cracks are blowing hot air.

And I kept my eyes closed, and I was holding the man in my arms, and I fell!

46,

It’s a tunnel.

It’s a world.

Or a trap.

By chance, a crazy world overlaps with us.

By linking up with some highly spiritual human beings, “they” have made their own sacrifices to their satisfaction.

It was only a brief interaction, but it created the madness and chaos of mankind, and under this pure fall, the “Hes” vanquished order, causing great sacrifice and death.

After that, “pollution” continued.

47, 47.

After everything, I woke up.

The location is where I log in, the city mental hospital.

When I opened my eyes, my client looked at the clock on the wall: “You were unconscious for 14 hours, Miss Sue. I’m sorry.

Fourteen hours?

I struggled to remove the oxygen pump in front of me: “But you must have no idea how long I’ve been in that world. I’m sorry.

“Well, you worked hard. I’m sorry.

My client saw my movement difficult, and he came up with a hand: “Okja is in the next room, and I’ll give you an extra bonus when she wakes up.” I’m sorry.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.

An hour later, the sound of the footsteps of the Zhuang was heard from a pink nurse.

I was sitting in a wheelchair and my client pushed to see her condition.

Fortunately, after a simple test, she was in a generally normal state of mind, looking at me in the eye and understanding, but missing the memory of the game.

The client was satisfied with this and gave me money on the spot.

A deal is about to fall, and before they leave, I was too busy pulling each other’s sleeves: “Can I ask you one more thing?” I’m sorry.

The Jade family was very powerful on the ground, so the following day they left the hospital and the client called the police directly on my behalf.

With my strong request and the good offices of my family, I was agreed to go out with the police to the address on the note — an abandoned factory under the outskirts of the city.

The police repeatedly stressed that there was no one here, but I insisted on going in.

There is no special ground here, and the secret is only in the first basement where sewage is treated.

It was filled with stench and after the police had drained water, two doors were finally found underground, with clear lights and an autonomous generator, which appeared to be a crowded office environment with significant traces of man-made activity.

In the first office, we found a playground, which contained a dry body that had evaporated water.

This guy is the original painter of the game, as shown by the sign on his chest.

I think I know who he is.

Next, there’s the second and third office, where we found a lot of original drawings, each of which is sweaty and can’t be seen.

We went to the end of the tunnel, and we found the further down.

There’s a third level underground.

There’s a ring hall, with hundreds of playgrounds, almost every one of them lying around, with a weird smile on the color of the sauce, for how long?

Police officers changed color and requested reinforcements for the walkie-talkie.

While they were studying the identities of the dead, I quietly walked across the hall.

There seems to be a hidden corner door, its location is hidden, and it opens down into a corridor, leaking wet water.

Walking through it, the light faded.

The wires come from all sides and come together in the same place, where the central server for the whole game should be, but what makes me sick…

General Control, built on an underground lake!

The middle of the lake is a big, transparent, Akry deep tank, with a brain that is many times larger than normal people!

That’s right, with blood and tumours… the brain in the tank!

For some reason, I was not surprised at all, and looking closely at it, the deep cask opened a large slit, from which a blood line flowed into the dark lake, which was particularly bright in the dark.

It’s a bad air quality here, and I was going to take a look, but I didn’t mean to slip, and I just fell into the lake.

The lake is clear, the blood line is still going down.

Up to the bottom of the lake.

Not far away, a man lying there in peace, neither floating nor sinking.

48, 48.

On that day, I rescued a man from the bottom of the lake and took him out of the factory.

He fell in my arms in the twilight of the sun, a scene that was so romantic.

But the police claimed I was out alone.

They didn’t see the young man in my mouth. They only saw me with my hands.

Whatever they say.

After all, I’m used to being crazy.

After that, I made a simple funeral for the dryer with a share of my client’s money, which was his promise.

It was assumed that the police would take the incident seriously, but I was surprised that the situation had not followed up as dramatically as the day it was discovered.

On the contrary, the incident did not provoke any increase, not even the Internet.

And I’m busy with follow-up, and I’m not going further.

After a while, Okja and I became good friends, and she took me to see her best brother, a boy named David.

Also from that game, he did not survive, and is now hiding in a mental hospital every day, always shouting snakes in his mouth, and rejecting everything in its long shape.

We all know what happened to each other.

I deeply believe that the game was created by a group of cults seeking immortality, as evidenced by the hundreds of patients who died during the tests, but when I took another statement, the police snuffed it.

“It’s just a game, Miss Sue. I’m sorry.

And We were not pleased with his understatement: “But it killed many people, and every day they were trapped, and they could never wake up. I’m sorry.

“No, we’ve investigated, it’s the responsibility of the manufacturer, it’s just a game silo failure, too much voltage power, causing brain dry damage to the player,” he says.

“The Game Warehouse Production Company has given a preliminary explanation of this, and the subsequent compensation will follow up, and you’ll just wait for the money. I’m sorry.

I was astonished, “Do you not believe?”

They laughed, “I can’t believe it, we all know your condition…”

In the middle of the sentence, he rubbed his nose again and a small black tentacle came out of his nostrils and shrunk back.

No, I must’ve lost my eye!

When I saw God, the police reached out with a hand and waved in front of me: “Are you still living with the man who was rescued that day?” I’m sorry.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.

It was said that not just him, but the whole office police started laughing.

It’s like someone’s in command.

I stopped arguing and took the bag with me: “It’s dark, I should go home.” I’m sorry.

“I’ll give you a ride?” I’m sorry.

“No, I got picked up. I’m sorry.

Say, I’m out of the office, straight to the door.

In the sky, when heavy rains were taking place, light and yellow rain quickly gathered beneath the steps.

Under the porch, a young man with an umbrella and a long, dark radial eye staring at me.

“Did you wait long?”

“…is okay. I’m sorry.

He softly answered, reaching out one arm and holding it.

I had to hide under the other side’s umbrella and I couldn’t help but complain, “It’s raining. I’m sorry.

“It’s okay, it won’t get you wet. I’m sorry.

Says he leans against me with that umbrella.

We went into the dark rain with each other.

It was strange to say that it was under the umbrella, and the rain quickly stopped, and a gray moon was back in the sky, so big.

“I will never play terror again.” I’m sorry.

“Are you scared?” I’m sorry.

“Life itself is scary enough,” and I shake my head and go home. I’m sorry.

“Hmm. I’m sorry.

When the umbrella was closed, we held our hands and walked away together.

The night is cold, the moon is far away, the sky is wide, the stars are shining, as if there were countless eyes looking.

Ahead,

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I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.