dramatic death

Chapter 63. Welcome to experience the BE ending

For a long time, Yintong didn't even know what to do.

He stood there, shaking his head unconsciously.The crimson blood seemed to stick to his vision, making him look at the turbid liquid that was constantly blurring on the cold floor.

He held the handrail of the stairs stiffly, his eyes gliding over the hideous wound on his arm.He realized that a few seconds ago his young sister had bitten him hard on the arm in order to free himself, and he let go out of reflex.

He didn't notice that Yin Qing was stepping on the edge of the stairs.

—I killed my own sister.

He didn't expect Yin Qing to step on the air.

—I killed my own sister.

He didn't have time to grab Yin Qing's hand.

—I killed my own sister.

Yin Tong clenched the handrail, tried hard to move and walked down the stairs stiffly.

He realized something was wrong.

He vaguely felt that it was impossible for him to say those words. He was an adult, an adult who had experienced countless hallucinations and nightmares.He could not change his face under Christie's aggression, and could be calm and composed under countless hidden sights. How could he scold Yin Qing, how could he get angry at a little girl who looked only four or five years old.

He should be calm, cool and reserved.If he really wanted to change Yin Qing's mind, he should gently soothe her emotions and analyze the pros and cons of things methodically.

He should try to induce her and subtly influence her decision.If his goal is to clear the game, why did he quarrel with Yin Qing?

What does it matter if the woman is "mother" or not?It was just a game, why couldn't he calm down at that time?

Yin Tong stepped on the last step, looking down at the girl lying on the floor in front of her.

He didn't know what kind of vicious circle he had fallen into, but he clearly realized a strange thing at this moment.

--I'm crying.

He was sobbing softly and shaking like a ten-year-old boy.

He saw himself kneeling down and touching Yin Qing's cool face, his fingertips trembling like touching a fragile water polo.He gently brushed away the hair stuck in the blood, trying to wipe off the filth on her face with his hands, but he couldn't stop his tears from sinking into the blood on her face, and couldn't stop his fingers from trembling.

Yin Qing's eyes hadn't closed yet, and she was talking about the blood smearing under her head, which was as black as two cold and hard stones.

He saw his slender fingers become short and immature in his vision, and heard himself tremblingly chanting the girl's name, the words "Xiaoqing" and "sister" rolling on the tip of his tongue, It made his tongue tremble.

He said, "I'm sorry."

"I did not do it on purpose."

"Why did it become like this, I just want to take you home, that thing is not your mother, open your eyes and see, it is not your mother!"

"What should I do, what should I do, Xiaoqing"

His voice stopped abruptly.Yin Tong realized that he had turned his head, looked over the narrow and long stairs, and looked at the closed door at the end of the second floor.

It's like he's playing a first-person perspective game, his consciousness is fuzzy, and his behavior is completely out of his control.

He didn't know what he was looking at, but he heard a voice say.

"There is still a way," he heard himself say, "wait for me, Xiaoqing, wait for me."

--wrong.

It was as if an alarm sounded in his vague consciousness, and Yin Tong tried to stop his actions.

——No, it shouldn't be this time.

He thought of the light screen in his backpack upstairs, and Wen He's text messages. He remembered that the time he had agreed with the other party was 8:00 tomorrow morning, which meant that he could only leave the villa at 8:00.

This is the rule of the game, nothing can change the established rules.

It's as if nothing can change what has happened.

Yin Tong felt himself trembling.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to think of something, but he couldn't clearly grasp the tail of his thoughts.He could only look at his trembling fingers caressing the girl's soft cheek through his hazy vision, and then he closed his fingers into a fist, as if he had secretly made up his mind.

He heard himself say: "There is still a way." His tone was firm as if he had seen the end of the future.

——That must not be a happy ending.

He tried to stop himself, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he called Wen He now.However, a strong sense of powerlessness bound his hands and feet, and he seemed to be stuck in a swamp, struggling and unable to make the slightest sound.

Yin Tong looked at himself raising his hand, getting up as if he was about to leave here.

Then something rushed up in the blind spot of his vision and grabbed his wrist.

At that moment, the trance state was completely stripped away, and he was panting heavily, the pain was really severe, as if tearing his soul violently, and stuffing the older part back into the body.

Yin Tong squatted on the ground, his consciousness was unprecedentedly clear.It was as if someone held his head down and poured a basin of cold water, and his whole body felt cool from inside to outside.

He looked at the wooden floor in front of him, where the petite girl was tightly clutching his wrist.

Her nails got stuck in his arm, and her neck was still twisted. She raised her head and slowly licked Yin Tong's body from bottom to top with her dark eyes. The yellow whites of her eyes looked like something disgusting. Inferior gel, turned to squeeze out viscous liquid.

She seemed to be crying, and the dark red blood rolled down like tears.

She said, "Brother, where are you going?"

Yin Tong heard the sound of dislocation of joints, the girl on the floor squirmed her twisted legs and feet, as if she was going to climb up his arm, and grabbed his body with her whole body.

She said, "Brother, where are you going?"

She was no longer "Yinqing", or in other words, the girl who appeared in Hakoniwa Online was not his "sister" from the very beginning.Yin Tong stood up with difficulty, trying to get out of the opponent's control, and pulled his arm vigorously.However, the other party's sharp nails were like tight traps, and the white fingers were tightened, as if they were going to tear off his flesh.

She kept crying, and her cloudy eyes seemed to roll out of their sockets.Yin Tong was dragged by her and staggered down. Before he could stand still, he felt a piercing pain in his arm.

The girl bit his arm, her eyes widened, and she gnawed along the unhealed tooth marks, wanting to swallow his flesh raw.

Yin Tong was bitten until his eyes turned black, and he almost tried his best to tear off the girl's head.However, the pain of extinction poured into his mind overwhelmingly, and the pungent blood almost washed away his remaining consciousness.

He heard the girl's soft laughter, as if he had received the gift he dreamed of.He heard the soft voice of the other party ringing in his ears, as if something wet and cold was licking his soft earlobe.

She said, "Brother, I'm hungry."

Then the world suddenly fell into a thick night.

……

"Player Yintong, the novice teaching failed to clear the level."

"Deducting the prompt item: white card."

"Deduct the equipment in the copy."

"Please choose to enter the main storyline or return to the waiting room within 30 seconds."

"Please choose the player."

"Please choose the player."

"Please choose the player."

……

"If you fail to choose, you will automatically enter the main story line. I wish you a happy game."

……

The distant bell broke into the muddy consciousness.

At dusk, at 18:45, Yintong woke up from his dream.

He was covered in sweat, and his heart was beating like thunder.He heard the screech of the chair scraping the floor, like a bird's sharp claws on hard glass.

Then with a bang, something hit the glass window on his left.

Yin Tong raised his head sharply, and his eyes gradually focused. He saw something flashing past the window, like a bird that fell after being injured.

He realized he was sitting in a classroom.

It was a strange classroom.

As far as the eye can see, they can only be visited in museums, and they are so old that they seem to be used hundreds of years ago.

In the empty classroom, wooden desks, which seem to be quite "expensive" nowadays, are stacked crookedly, and the soft sun at dusk outlines the ridiculous graffiti left by markers on the desktop.The extra-curricular books stuffed into the desk pocket were thrown on the ground by someone, with weird grimaces drawn on them and a muddy shoe print on them.

Yin Tong calmed down his flustered breathing, and his gaze subconsciously stayed on the pattern, vaguely feeling that it was painted like a crow.

He was sitting in the second-to-last row by the window, and when he looked up, he could just see the desks in the third-to-last row that had fallen to the ground.The classroom in the evening was quiet and secretive, and the closed doors and windows on all sides were like an airtight cage, imprisoning him in a small space.

The quartz clock on the wall was ticking, as if someone had been wandering around. Yintong looked up and looked around, but found no other students in the classroom.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the blackboard in front of the classroom.

The cleaning tools were randomly thrown in the corner next to the blackboard. The students on duty seemed to be walking in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to put the eraser into the desk.The blackboard has not been wiped clean, and there is still a small umbrella drawn in the lower right corner, with two vague names written under the umbrella.

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Yin Tong narrowed his eyes and leaned over trying to see what was written on it.

Little did he know that there was a hand slowly approaching his defenseless body.

Ghost story