Here Lies The Wicked

Listening to two young voices coming out of the sports equipment room,

Fang Zheng moved his head.

Quietly approach the door of the sports equipment room, then follow the narrow, concealed door seam and look into the sports equipment room.

Boom!

Boom!

At this point, there was an abnormal noise coming from the sports equipment room, which seemed to be smashing something, and then smashing it, the sound was a bit boring, and it didn't sound like it was smashing hard objects.

Sports equipment The indoor light is not sufficient, and there is even some darkness. It took a while to adjust to gradually see the indoor environment.

A row of basketball racks, tumbling ropes, relay bars on the ground, stacked high military green gymnastics mats... from his perspective, you can only see the inside corner of the sports equipment.

And Shen Wenle, this little chubby, just appeared in Fang Zheng's view.

In front of Shen Wenle, there is also a junior high school student. This junior high school student should be Han Peng.

However, Han Peng turned his back to Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng could only see Han Peng's back. He did not see Han Peng's front.

At this time, the two junior high school students, head to head, half squatting, seemed to be burying their heads to do something, because Han Peng blocked sight, Fang could not see clearly.

She frowned quietly.

There seemed to be some weirdness in front of him. He actually saw Shen Wenle and Han Peng at the same time. This scene was completely different from the first time he walked away.

The first time a girl disappeared was searched for, but only the fourth girl was seen and no other three girls were killed.

However, this time... he not only saw Han Peng, but also Shen Wenle, who was already dead!

Fang didn't show up.

Mr. Fook had told him that there were several taboos on walking in the shadows. One was that the living and the dead were separated from the dead, and that the living should not disturb the dead.

As long as the living do not disturb the dead, the world of the dead will not discover the existence of the living and will not create exclusion.

Otherwise, there will be great terror.

Even when a psychologist enters the patient's spiritual world, over time, the psychologist may be affected, and other psychologists need to be regularly consulted to guide the psychological problems for themselves. Not to mention the spiritual world of the dead, which is weirder and more evil than the world of the living.

Boom!

The noise of smashing things still came out. Shen Wenle and Han Peng met and squatted. From the narrow door seam, you can see that Shen Wenle was holding something in his hand and seemed to be smashing something at once.

“So much blood should be more or less.” It's Han Peng's voice.

Then Shen Wenle threw his hands off the Middle East and West, grunting, grunting, sports equipment indoors with heavy scrolling sounds.

Boom, finally rolling to the foot of the shelf was blocked, it was actually a dumbbell.

At this time, Fang was hearing movement. Shen Wenle and Han Peng seemed to be leaving the sports equipment room. Fang was rushing to hide behind the building.

Though he did not proactively disturb the world of the dead, the people in these memories would not see him, but be cautious.

He kept in mind his goals and found out where Han Peng was.

This time it is the mysterious side, the strange side, the special side of the psychic divination, most likely the same level of danger as Bloody Mary and Pencil Fairy, the side does not want any unexpected or extraneous branches.

Don't be curious.

Don't do anything unnecessary.

Do not disturb the spiritual world of the dead.

This is Mr. Fook's correct and repeated orders!

Later, Fang was watching quietly in the dark, Shen Wenle and Han Peng left the sports equipment room. At the same time, Shen Wenle had an extra black plastic bag in his hand, and the black lag seemed to contain something heavy and soft, because he saw Shen Wenle take it a little hard.

In the end, all he could see was Han Peng's back.

When I watched two junior high students leave the playground, it wasn't until then that they came out of the dark.

Standing in front of the sports equipment room, first look at the direction of Shen Wenle and Han Peng's departure, then look at the direction of the sports equipment room.

Squeaks… Palms gently push open the door of the sports equipment room.

Fang did not know whether there was an olfactory presence in the spiritual world of the deceased. When his palms touched the door of the sports equipment room and gently pushed the door open, he smelled a little bloody.

Frowning.

SHEN Wenle and Han Peng squatted in the spot before looking around the indoor environment. There was no wildcat body that had been smashed in the head, nothing.

Fang Zheng's eyebrows were twisted and he never entered the sports equipment room.

Keeping your palms gently pushing the door open, it seems that your eyes are thinking about something.

“Memory playback? ”

Afterwards, Fang Zheng, holding the soul lamp that emitted the spectacular blue light, turned away from the sports equipment room and continued to chase the direction of Shen Wenle and Han Peng disappearing.

……

Tap, tap, tap.

An empty staircase, with regular and gentle footsteps, is coming up gently from downstairs, a residential building in a small area, and finally standing in front of a household door.

“Room 607…”

This is Shen Wenle's home.

Ever since leaving the Sports Equipment Room, the Ecstasy has been leading the way out of school.

It turns out that Shen Wenle has returned home...

In the black and white world, the party is trying to gently pull down the door handle of the anti-theft door. As a result, the anti-theft door can easily be opened outward, so called the anti-theft door is a fiction.

Shen Wenle's family had only Shen Wenle. His parents didn't show up. This was a ghost town.

Shen Wenle's house was pitch-black, as if he had entered the abyss world for a moment. He could not see his fingers in the dark. There was only one hidden bedroom with a door and a faint light.

It is not the master bedroom, it should be Shen Wenle's bedroom, and the thinking room is close to the past.

Through the hidden door seam, Fang Zheng did see Shen Wenle sitting on the bed, but this time he did not see Han Peng.

At this point, a small detail was noticed, and the wall clock was displayed at 20: 31 p.m.

“At night...” In the silence room, Fang saw Shen Wenle sitting in bed, already starting to play psychic divination.

Because Shen Wenle has already seen a set of cards, one sheet is spread out on the bed.

“Han Peng, the psychic fortune tells me that the best time is between 8: 00 and 10: 00 p.m. I'm going to start playing. ”

Shen Wenle's voice came from the bedroom, but there was no Han Peng's voice. It was understood that the two were in contact by telephone.

Next, you can only hear the constant cut, but you can't see all the scenes in the bedroom.

“Scarecrow? ”

“Like a man, not a man, not a man... a floating dead man hanging on a drift? ”

“What a mess, I don't understand, how can you smoke such an ugly card? ”

Shortly afterwards, the lights in Shen Wenle's bedroom went out, and the whole house fell into darkness as if it had solidified for a thousand years. Shen Wenle had fallen asleep.

For some reason, Fang suddenly fell asleep at this time. Although he remained vigilant, he could not stop sleeping. His eyes were too heavy to open.

Fang is falling asleep.

When the square is closing its eyes, the whole world is in total darkness.