Here Lies The Wicked

In the invisible darkness,

It's depressed to very low tension and wheezing.

Only the phone screen is silent.

[Text]: Where are we now, who knows?

[Text]: At that time, in order to rush to life, where can we remember which direction to run?

[Text]: The rescuer will never find us again! We'll never get out of here!

[Text]: I miss home so much

[Text]: I miss my father and my mother, and I miss my grandmother's handmade Ayeyagi. I miss home.

[Text]: Don't be discouraged, infect negative emotions, even if we bite our teeth, we will try to survive tonight. The state will send someone to save us.

[Text]: Why don't we go back? Stay here. The rescuers won't find us, and neither will we.

[Text]: Do you know where we are now? We don't even know the way back.

[Text]: Did you say that the murderer went back to the hotel? That family died so badly, if the rescuers were unprepared, would we... become the indirect killers of the rescue team?

In the quiet darkness, you can only use your phone to type and communicate, and then pass it on to one person at a time.

Everyone is intentionally suppressing the sound.

Don't make a sound.

They were scared, they were scared… the nightfall was filled with terror and bizarre cities, with a shadow of despair in all their hearts.

These are the staying tourists who fled the hotel.

But the worst part of the moment is that they don't even know where they are, and everyone is helpless. Your body is shaking cold in the dark, and someone is holding your knees and crying silently.

The air is filled with despair, sadness, and repression and panic, but at this time, clattering, clattering... the sound of footsteps running under the night, breaking the calm of the night, coming from the street outside the window.

Just listen to the footsteps from far to close, and the closer you run.

The people in despair are happy. Are the rescue team finally here?

The lonely, helpless tourists who lingered in the exotic shone a joy on their faces, as they caught the waterfaller of the life-saving straw and rushed to the window, quietly pulling a gap and looking out the window.

But even with street lights outside the windows, you can barely light up for a few meters, the streets are dark, more places and buildings sink into the dark of night, nothing is found.

Has it been missed?

The man's already gone?

Ten seconds… thirty seconds… one minute, a few minutes later, there was no more footsteps, no sign of a human being.

When these people returned, light-handed people sat around again, and immediately others couldn't wait to type in their cell phones, silently questioning them in the dark.

The result was an answer that disappointed everyone.

But soon, the crowd was surprised to hear, the street outside the window, running footsteps again.

Everybody heard me this time!

That's right!

There are footsteps running!

Remaining tourists are surprised. Is it really the rescue team that's coming and searching for them?

This time more people ran to the curtains and peered out at the street, but they still didn't see anything, still nothing.

In the following time, fear began to spread among these people, as their running sounds began to echo over and over again.

There's always someone running back and forth off the street, but you can't find anything at every look.

Someone, unable to bear this atmosphere of terror and repression, began to propose to go out and look for footsteps, perhaps by the rescue team.

But there was also opposition, the city's night, suddenly there was footsteps running around, always giving people a feeling of anxiety with a big rock on their head.

Just at the time of the argument, someone suddenly seemed to think of something, rushed to pick up the phone to type and hand it out, [text]: The three Jiayi who said to go to the toilet inside, are you back?

[Text]: I think I'm back...

[Text]: I am Jia Hui, thank you for your concern, the three of us are back

[Text]: I'm Zhang Han. The three of us came back together.

[Text]: For insurance purposes, we recheck the number of people

Cell phones start to pass between one person, one person, one… two… 15, 16!

Not many, exactly sixteen.

Everyone's nerves are tight. At this time, they exhale gently. The strange running noise outside, which is always invisible, puts too much psychological pressure on them.

[Text]: Have you heard of a folklore that was mentioned by an older generation?

[Text]: Jia Hui, they left our sight for a while, are you really sure that the person who came back is a person?

[Text]: What does that mean?

[Text]: I wonder if you've heard a story?

The story is, before going to bed at night, the father went to say good night to the son, and he pushed the door open and found the son pale, curled up at the corner of the bed, and Cesar trembled, and saw the father, and the son said, "Dad, there's a monster under my bed. And then the father lifted the sheets and saw the son with tears on his face, and looked up and said," Dad, I'm your son... "and then the door was pushed open, and the nervous father shouted at the father beside the bed," Stay away from my son. "

For the safety of all of us, I think it is necessary to do a simple survey in the team!! You can say Ancient ignorance or feudal superstition, but it is undeniable that Ancient people have been through a lot of strange things in thousands of years of history, and there are many strange folklore coming from Ancestors. For example, I once heard my old man tell me about a folklore called "Ghost Gas”!!

It is said that when a person dies, a sigh of yāng will clog his throat, because the similarity between the sickness and the swallowing of the accent, plus the ancient illiteracy base is huge, basically depends on the mouth to mouth, so it is slowly passed on to people after death, a sigh of breath cannot be swallowed, the topic is a bit farther and farther away, let me just say a long story, the so-called "ghost asthma” is that when a person dies, a sigh of bad breath clogs his throat, so after death, people cannot swallow and inhale, this is the folklore "ghost asthma”!! Only the living can breathe normally!!

For the safety of all of us, we all prove ourselves innocent, see if there are any in the team, faker!!

[Text]: Stop saying that. I've heard it all cold.

[Text]: Please don't mention that word again, it scares me.

[Text]: Okay, try it! It's also for everyone's own good. Please cooperate with your self-incrimination.

In the depression of the darkness of the five fingers, a dozen people sat around in a circle,

Start preparing the test.