Someone is destined to be sad tonight, and who can be crazy for whom.
Tonight's night is already going to kill.
The world is about to explode.
A man stood up contentedly and picked up the girl who was sitting in a chair.
The two men walked onto the slimy ground with blank faces.
When he pressed the elevator button, he threw the steel pipe in his hand casually, and hit the boy lying on the ground.
The moment the elevator door closed, he let out a snort.
It's particularly harsh on the floor.
The game console was still flashing, and the boy was lying on the bloody floor, like a dead man, and there were still some scraps of minced meat on the ground.
From time to time, a few broken intestines wriggled in the blood.
The people on the ground seem to have lost their popularity, and only the game console is still shining.
"Sss Liu Yang felt a tingling pain in his chest.
Reaching out to cover it, I thought I had left some disease in the small dark room.
Speaking of the little black house, Liu Yang suddenly didn't understand, he really heard someone talking there, but was it really the black and white impermanence of the underworld, it felt like a dream.
He told the old fortune teller about it.
But the fortune teller was not told to him directly, but played Tai Chi with him.
The old fortune teller was silent for a short time and said, "Do you believe in ghosts?"
Liu Yang nodded, so far, do you think he can not believe it "Then do you believe that there is a netherworld," said the old fortune teller.
But at this time, Liu Yang hesitated.
It stands to reason that if there are ghosts, then there must be a netherworld.
These two seem to be the inevitable things.
If there is one, there must be two.
But why didn't Liu Yang himself believe it?
He couldn't say why.
Before the words were finished, the fortune teller asked again, "If you believe in ghosts, then do you believe in the opposite immortals, gods, and demons?"
Liu Yang was completely silent.
Didn't ask again.
This question is destined to be impossible for him to answer in his life.
In other words, the day he can answer may be the day he dies, or it may be the day he is not human.
The next morning, Liu Yang got up early and picked up the mobile phone on the table.
I received a lot of messages from people, including fake greetings, false concerns, and a lot of doubtful temptations, and of course sincere ones.
Liu Yang saw that Lin Tao did not have any information, and the only one was two days ago.
Liu Yang didn't know if Lin Tao would come to save him, but he had a feeling in his heart.
But now that he's all out, there's no need to answer this question.
Liu Yang didn't reply to them, thinking that if he replied to them, then Gao Chongzhi would also know that he had taken off, which would be very bad for him.
After reading the news, Liu Yang slid down in particular.
Xiao Jue's avatar was still dark, and she looked at the time she had recently boarded.
That was five days ago.
Liu Yang's eyes darkened, and it seemed that the incident still hit her hard.
At this moment, the fortune teller old man walked in, looked at Liu Yang, who had already gotten up, and said concisely, "Go, discharge from the hospital."
Then he turned and walked away.
Liu Yang hurriedly put on his clothes and followed in the footsteps of the fortune-telling old man.
After leaving the hospital, the fortune teller didn't tell him to go there, Liu Yang wanted to ask, but the old man was perfectly avoided.
So Liu Yang didn't ask anymore.
After walking for a long time, the two came to a compound, which was a bit old, dilapidated, but clean.
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The old fortune teller walked into the house with a familiar car.
He put the flag behind the door, walked over to the table, and poured tea.
"You wait for me for a while, I'll go get some pieces."
After saying that, the old man went into the house alone and made some noise.
When the old man entered the house, Liu Yang took a serious look at it at this time.
The house is full of ancient charm.
There is no half-modern architecture here.
And Liu Yang found that when he first walked into the house, he found that the ground was square, and the house was indeed in a circle, connected together, like a tulou.
However, there was a painting hanging on the wall, which made Liu Yang extremely curious.
It's not a painting to be exact.
It's a piece of white paper with a black dot on it, just on the top left, which makes Liu Yang, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, feel a little uncomfortable.
At this moment the old man came out of it, with only three things in his hand, a rune, a pen, and a book.
Liu Yang thought that the old man was going to hand him over something, and his eyes lit up and he was about to say something thankful.
But the old man's words made his eggplant frosty, and Li Bai couldn't cross the river.
"I'm sending it a bit long, this book will give you some time to read it."
"Oh."
Liu Yang took it weakly, and then sat on the chair.
And the old man put the rune on the table, and the judgment pen in his hand sketched something on it.
Liu Yang wanted to take a look, but I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, as soon as Liu Yang looked up, the old man turned around.
The angry Liu Yang can turn the book alone.
It was nothing at first glance.
But as he read below, Liu Yang became more and more shocked the more he looked at it, because it was a death diary.
This is not the most terrifying, the key is that the people who died on it were all his classmates.
The way they all died, the cause of death, and even the order in which the characters appeared, are simply biographies of characters written specifically for them.
At this time, Liu Yang began to look at the old man seriously.
He began to wonder if the old man was the blank, the ghost who killed them, otherwise how could he know so much about us.
"There was a fool in front of him, he was stoned to death by the glass, he hated a woman, and he became his man."
"The woman's man became a stand-in for the fool, pulling a boy to save my body on fire."
This is the first character to appear in this diary.
Liu Yang knew at a glance who was dead, because he was the only one who was smashed to death by glass, and he was also the first unlucky person in the class to die.
It's just that the woman's man is a stand-in for a fool Could it be that Si Feng replaced Zou Jie and died But Si Feng is just missing, even if it is, where did Zou Jie go His and Si Feng's avatars have always been black and have never been lit.
And what is it to save my body that is on fire?
Why does he feel that there is some secret in it?
But what is it?
He couldn't remember. couldn't think of it, Liu Yang simply didn't think about it anymore, and continued to scroll down.
"The second is a woman, who walked into a room, was dragged by a ghost, and ran into a kid."
"The boy ran with her, jumped off a house, the boy fell into the pool, and the woman's body was dismembered."
"The boy asked, woman, why did you go to that room before?"
"And the woman said, I am dead."
The second is Jiang Xuechuan, when Liu Yang met her, but he risked his life to protect her, but unfortunately in the end, I don't know what happened, and she also died.
And died a miserable death.
But Liu Yang didn't ask Jiang Xuechuan what she was doing in that room at that time, it was Liu Ruiqi who later told him that Jiang Xuechuan had been there, otherwise he didn't know.
As for the latter answer, Liu Yang felt that he was even more clueless.
I don't know why, Liu Yang looked at the autobiography of his dead classmate, and it was clear that his name was not on it.
But I just felt an inexplicable panic.
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It's like if you want to, you can write your name and become one of them.
Just use the fortune teller's pen.
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