Hush!don't open the door for him

Chapter 126 Dead, Not Completely Dead

In his flustered thoughts, Fang Yin seemed to have had an extremely lengthy dream.

There are familiar faces in the dream.

He suddenly dreamed of high school, complicated mathematical formulas and chemical equations, sitting in front of the window scratching his head and unable to solve a problem, and when he looked up, he found that the college entrance examination was about to come, and the anxiety was overwhelming, and the feeling of suffocation and suffocation came again. The sense of powerlessness almost overwhelmed Fang Yin.

Suddenly, I dreamed that during the Chinese New Year, my parents and various relatives were lively watching the Spring Festival Gala in the living room.And he secretly hid on the balcony and talked with Qin Pinggui on the phone.He was not able to accompany him that New Year, and the post he couldn't leave made them hold the phone and listen to each other's voices to relieve their miss on New Year's Eve.

Downstairs is the River of Lights, and the sky is filled with fireworks. Fang Yin is pasted on the cold glass of the balcony, and his fingers are unconsciously picking at the newly replaced window grilles. He has a brief phone call with Qin Pinggui. He can't take up too much of his time.Qin Ping still had to call home.

Both Qin's parents and Qin Sang miss him very much.

Fang Yin's palm was pressed against the cold glass in winter, and he slightly raised his head to look at the brilliant sparks.In recent years, people have developed non-polluting fireworks and gunpowder. The ban on fireworks during the New Year is slowly being lifted, and the traditional excitement is gradually restored.

He tilted his head slightly, and through the glass, thoughts filled his chest with melancholy.

Suddenly he dreamed of the summer when the first class of students he led graduated, the prosperity seemed to be the future, and the avenue was full of splendor.Cicadas chirping, drizzle, scorching sun.Fang Yin did not lead them from scratch.The child who took over halfway, he started little by little from a new head teacher.

Like them, in the year of graduation season, they got up early in the morning and returned home late in the moon.Amidst all the anxiety, sweat, and pent-up effort comes summer.The girls put on the beautiful skirts they liked, and the boys wore small suits, all of them tall and straight like Bai Yang.

He watched every child clean up their desks little by little, and emptied the results of three years of day and night. In the overcrowded classroom, only cold desks and chairs remained.There is no need to wait for a long time in the future. After two months, these tables, chairs and square seals have welcomed new students.

Suddenly he seemed to have returned to the night when the story began. After closing the computer, the familiar nursery rhyme melody came to mind again at the door.

Countless faces flashed through my mind, and the man's deep gaze when I met Qin Ping returned again.The first time I saw Mao Chengcheng was that child's heartless smile.The tenderness of Zhao Shuyi's inadvertent glance down, Qin Sang's fragility after letting go of his guard, Xu Sirui's timid and dependent eyes like a cub, and Zhong Ziyan's mean smile.

Those pictures were distant and clear, frame by frame flashed by, Fang Yin couldn't even remember what happened, but the unforgettable feeling was that as the pictures piled up layer by layer, his chest was sore.

It is said that when a person is about to die, the memory will be infinitely stretched, and the pictures of the past will flash in the mind like a revolving lantern.All the beautiful, joyful, disgusting, and regretful things are deeply engraved and deeply remembered.It is the taste of people's short life at the end, and the path is irreversible. Only when you look back at the end, will you know which step will produce flowers and which step will stumble.

In the chaos, Fang Yin's thoughts became completely chaotic, letting him gallop like a wild horse running wild.He closed his eyes tightly, feeling his body become light and light.Consciousness rises with the soul and slowly diffuses.

But the physical body was falling, falling into the boundless darkness.

Fang Yin vaguely and vaguely had a thought: he should die.

The frivolous soul was suddenly caught by something, the chaotic memories froze, and the progress of the diffusion stagnated. Suddenly, his body produced a huge suction force.

His falling body was like a strong magnet, while his floating soul and fading memories were like fine iron filings, pulled back into his body by invisible hands, brutally and directly.

Dead, but not quite dead.

When he finally fell, the strong sense of weightlessness squeezed his heart tightly.

Fang Yin felt that he probably did not die.

The wet liquid rushed in from the nasal cavity, activating Fang Yin's body at once.

"Fuck woo gurg gurg gurg...cough cough, fuck me cough cough cough cough..." Fang Yin struggled to lift his body out of the water, coughing violently.

He groped, and found that he was probably sitting in a bathtub full of water, his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

"Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick..."

What kind of water is this?It is salty and fishy, ​​and the smell makes people feel sick.Fang Yin shook his head, raised his hand to wipe the water, squeezed his eyes, and barely opened them.

A woman with disheveled hair was hung upside down, with her eyes open, staring at Fang Yin like a dead fish, only ten centimeters away from Fang Yin's face.And the reason why the water in the bathtub is salty is also inseparable from her.

The lower legs were tightly bound with ropes and fixed to the ceiling. The flesh on one of the legs was gone, leaving only a white skeleton and a small amount of fascia remaining.

The abdominal cavity collapsed, as if the internal organs inside had been ripped out.

There was a knife pierced through the heart, and the knife seemed to have a blood groove, and the blood dripped drop by drop along the tip of the knife.The whole tank of water was stained red.

The bathtub was filled with blood, Fang Yin soaked in it, wouldn't it feel fishy and salty!

"Ouch..." Fang Yin was frightened, and his stomach shrank with nausea.

Really convinced, this is an illusion, if you want to kill him, just give him a good time, can't you?What are you doing? It's so annoying.

But he was still alive and breathing, so Fang Yin couldn't lie down and wait for death obediently.

He still wanted to struggle again, if he couldn't die, would there be a way to get out?

Some physiological tears came out of the eyes from the nausea.With tears in his eyes, Fang Yin leaned back against the wall of the bathtub, cursing the whole Illusion Realm a hundred and eighty times in his heart.

By the way, he also picked up Zhao Gan who kicked him.

Obviously both of them can get out, but if they insist on rushing away, they still want to kick him!It's hard for Fang Yin not to wonder if this little girl who has always looked weak and insignificant has some ulterior motives.

Or just simply panicked and kicked him when he made a mistake.

I don't know if the idiot Qin Pinggui received the last message.He probably felt guilty for not pulling himself out.Fortunately, they found Qin Sang.With his sister by his side, he might feel better.

By the way, did he think he was dead?Will you be sad?Not long ago, I finished drawing a big cake for others, and said that I would gradually understand it in the future.Turning around, I fell here, and I don't know if I can go out.

People, the flag still can't stand blindly.If you have something to say, you have to say it quickly, and if you have something to do, you have to do it quickly.

Fang Yin turned out of the bathtub while thinking wildly.

His feet slipped, and his whole body froze, always feeling that the feet didn't feel right...

Fang Yin lowered his head and found that he was stepping on someone's severed limb.

……

Fang Yin took a deep breath, moved his feet away silently, and then turned out of the bathtub with his strength.

"No offense." Fang Yin clasped his hands together, and bowed towards the vat of blood and bloody scene, with an extraordinarily pious tone.

This is a long and narrow bathroom, with length and width, and wet and dry separation.

Walking out of the bathtub is a bathroom separated by a frosted glass sliding door.

Dim warm light, bright vanity mirror.

Fang Yin was a little apprehensive.To be honest, the unknown space he fell into was very much like the third space he briefly entered in the peek-a-boo game before.

Same eerie.

The element of the mirror... there must be something wrong.

He swallowed, easing his tension for a moment.Be prepared to quickly walk through the mirrored area with your eyes closed and your head down.

Um?Why is my chest hot?

Fang Yin lowered his head, only to realize that his chest was glowing.

To be precise, it was the left chest that was glowing.

The location is quite awkward.Probably that little pink spot on the chest.How can this thing still glow?Then why only the left, not the right?He obviously grew two.

Fang Yin frowned, inexplicably raised his hand to touch it, and then rubbed it again.

A little fluorescent light slowly floated out from his left chest and landed on Fang Yin's palm.

...oh, it wasn't his chest that was glowing.

Fang Yin breathed a sigh of relief.

He had forgotten that he had a small pocket on his left breast.There are the props he obtained in the second illusion.Just that little ball.He later got a lot of props, and gradually mastered the method of using props.However, the function and usage of that prop have not been thoroughly studied.

Even Fang Yin wondered if that thing was really his prop?Like a piece of cold stone, Fang Yin couldn't even establish a connection with it.

When he was free, he also tried to toss it, and he also pressed the small raised button on it, but there was no response at all.It's like a carved decoration.

So this prop was left idle by Fang Yin.But it was a prop anyway, although its purpose was unknown, Fang Yin didn't throw it away at will, but kept it in his pocket all the time.

Who knew, this thing actually glowed on its own initiative.He also flew out of his chest pocket by himself.

The little ball rolled affectionately on Fang Yin's palm, then flew up again with its chubby body shaking, and landed not far or near three inches above Fang Yin's forehead.

Fang Yin waited for a while, and found that the little ball had no other movement, so he tried to take two steps forward.

Sure enough, the little ball followed his movement, and it was also moving, always maintaining a position three inches above Fang Yin's forehead and three inches away.

Fang Yin rolled his eyes to see that it was almost cross-eyed, but he didn't see why.

Simply give up struggling, too lazy to answer.

He lowered his head and rushed towards the bathroom door.When he passed the mirror, he clearly felt something flicker out of the corner of his eye.

Hey, he didn't see it.

Fang Yin secretly rejoiced, restrained his curiosity, never looked at the mirror, quickly pressed the doorknob, opened the door, and left in one go.

Outside is another small separate room.

This room appears to be a study used to store books.

Rows of bookshelves fill the room with oppression and darkness.The lighting can't take care of every inch of the corner.

Where would someone put the book room at the door of the bathroom?

Fang Yin was slightly speechless, and looked back, and sure enough, the bathroom door that came in had disappeared.Behind him turned into a complete wall.There are gorgeous and exquisite wallpapers, which are perfectly integrated with the surrounding walls, and there is no shadow of a door at all.

Behind him came the creaking and shaking of the bookshelves.

Fang Yin froze in place for a moment, not knowing whether to turn around or not.

Fang Yin was sure that if he turned his head, he would definitely see something not so beautiful.