There is a sick girl before and a ghost after

"I'll go in and deal with it, you can just wait here." Saying that, Qianlang handed over the jade pendant, "Take this, it's best not to leave the car, no matter what happens outside, you don't have to take it with you Come together, but if you are too far away, I will not be able to arrive immediately if there is an accident, so I will wrong you."

"You go in by yourself? Don't, if something happens to you inside, will you let me go in to be buried with you, or will you not sleep well for the rest of your life?"

He was just stating the facts, but Qian Lang smiled so happily that he rolled his eyes: "Then give me some motivation. If I come out safely, let me feed you tonight, okay?"

Wen Yuran wanted to cry just thinking about that scene: "...Do you think from the bottom of your heart that the scene of two big men feeding each other can be seen?"

"If you wanted me to wear women's clothing, you didn't ask..."

"Okay, now that I know you go in, you can eat as long as you don't wear women's clothing." Life is already so difficult, why should we hurt each other.

Watching Qianlang walk into this abandoned orphanage seemingly leisurely, Wen Yuran was still not at ease. After all, he was not a weak little girl, and couldn't watch others go on adventures alone with peace of mind.

But I have to admit that if he goes in together, it may not necessarily be helping or adding to the chaos.

Leaning back with a sigh, a hard object was pressed, Wen Yuran touched it out and found that the jade pendant was left behind.He couldn't help but patted himself on the head. Why did he forget to ask Qianlang to take this thing back? He wouldn't use it anyway. It was a waste of resources. It's indescribably eerie and weird, especially the dark red that has dried up on the wall, and the plants that have gradually covered the wall over the years.

In this wilderness, I couldn't even receive the radio, so Wen Yuran could only turn on the CD music that came with the car to ease the atmosphere, at least it was better than the uncomfortable silence.

Really bored, Wen Yuran couldn't help but glance at the gate, hoping that Qianlang would come out soon, so that he wouldn't have to worry about whether to find someone all the time. .

Looking down at his watch, Qian Lang had been in for more than half an hour, and there was still no movement at all from the outside, and he didn't know what it was like inside.Before leaving, Qianlang said that the phone is basically useless in this kind of place, but he tried it just now, and it really didn't work.

He didn't know how many times he looked at the gate, and he didn't see anyone coming out as usual. He couldn't help sighing, thinking about whether to close his eyes and sleep to save the stress, and he noticed something moving at the gate out of the corner of his eye.

Turning his head to look vigilantly, it's okay if he doesn't look at it, after seeing it, Wen Yuran really felt that he almost didn't come up - he actually saw a group of children jumping and running out of the building, even talking and laughing of.

It is not surprising to see such a scene in the orphanage, but this is an orphanage that has been abandoned for decades, and there are evil spirits living in it. Are you kidding me? !

There is a large open space in front of the building of the orphanage for children to play on weekdays. From the gate, you can directly see the inside, so Wen Yuran can clearly watch the children laughing and playing games.

Roll down the car window a little bit, and the unique shrill voices of children can be heard in the ears, and the children can be heard playing noisy games, which looks like playing house or something.

The children decided their respective roles with rock-paper-scissors, and then they began to pick up the scattered small stones in the yard, and they piled up in twos and threes to form several small stone piles. They couldn't see clearly and didn't know what they were for.

One of the little boys ran back into the building, and it didn't take long before he ran out wearing a large taupe coat, which obviously belonged to an adult man, and it looked very big on the boy, and it was a little dirty.

"Come on, let's start playing!" "Hurry up and start!"

The children surrounded the children who had just been assigned roles, sat in a circle, clapped their hands and sang: "You take one, I take one, and there is cake to eat today."

The little girls surrounded in the middle picked up cakes made of stones, bounced and distributed them to the children sitting in a circle.

"You take two shots, I take two shots, uncle dean drinks water."

The little boy in the coat made a gesture of drinking water.

"You shoot three, I shoot three, and Ruirui smashes the vase again."

Another little boy pushed down a pile of stones, and the stones were scattered all over the ground in an instant, and the children's clear nursery rhymes continued.

"You shoot four, I shoot four, Uncle Dean is angry."

The boy in the overcoat stood up and pushed the boy who had broken the vase to the ground.

"You shoot five, I shoot five, the beautiful sister is here to interrupt."

The girl stretched out her hand and hammered another boy who had been standing silently in the middle, and then the boy stepped aside so that the girl could see the two boys wrestling behind him, and the girl immediately ran up to pull them apart.

"You shoot six, I shoot six, my sister and uncle play games."

The boy in the overcoat smiled happily, stretched out his left hand, which had been behind his back, holding a dirty ax in his hand, and held the ax high with both hands.

Wen Yuran's pupils shrank suddenly, and even his breathing subconsciously stopped.

"You shoot seven, I shoot seven, it's so fun to be red and hot."

The ax fell suddenly, cutting deeply into the girl's body from the neck, almost splitting the upper body up to the chest in half. As the ax was pulled out, the blood splashed all over the ground and onto the children's bodies. Body, face, and their faces are still innocent smiles.

"You shoot eight, I shoot eight, today's lunch is so rich."

The children picked up the blood-stained stones and happily devoured them.

"You shoot nine, I shoot nine, let's play games together."

As the words fell, the children who had been sitting obediently in a circle suddenly stood up and fled in different directions, with happy smiles on their faces.

Unknowingly, Wen Yuran's clenched fists turned white. He almost forgot to blink, staring at the girl who was felled to the ground by the axe, and saw the girl standing up with a "giggle" smile, pinching her hands The neck of the boy in the overcoat pushed him to the ground, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to bite off a piece of flesh and blood on his neck.

This is simply ridiculous.

He watched the girl use her fingers and teeth to tear the boy to pieces and devour him, so he thought about it.

Then those children were caught one by one by the girl who "resurrected from the dead". Running and laughing, as if this is just an ordinary game of catching people.

The slightly opened car window was closed by him long ago, and even the car door was locked, but he could still hear the sharp and piercing laughter of the children in the yard not far away.

Qian Lang hasn't come out yet, so what will happen in that building?

At this moment, I saw another small figure running out of the building, and Wen Yuran's attention was immediately attracted to him. It was a little boy in his teens. After running out, he saw the hellish scene in the yard , was so frightened that he fell to the ground and cried.

"!" The boy was obviously different from those children who always kept a weird smile, which made it difficult for Wen Yuran to judge whether the boy was really alive, and whether he wanted to save him?

Perhaps it was the boy's crying that caught the attention of the girl who played the role of "sister". The girl left the other child who was chasing her, turned around and ran towards the boy with a smile.At the same time, the corpses all over the ground that had been killed early in the morning also moved. They got up from the ground in distorted movements, and ran towards the boy with sharp laughter.

"Let's play games together!" "Come and play together!"

"Go away! Mom, mom save me!"

The boy rolled and crawled up from the ground, staggered and ran out of the yard, crying in fright while calling his mother in fear. Although it sounded ridiculous, it was indeed a normal reaction of a child.

Now Wen Yuran couldn't sit still anymore, gritted his teeth and held the Vientiane ring pendant given by Qianlang in his hand, wrapped the rope on it tightly around his hand a few times to prevent it from falling off, then opened the car door and faced the boy run in the direction.

This distance is not far, not close, but fortunately, the children who came back from the dead were not fast. After all, Wen Yuran still hugged the boy before a child with only half of his body pounced on him.

What do we do now, go inside?Looking at the countless corpses of children in front of him, Wen Yuran firmly hugged the boy in his arms, turned around and ran towards the car.

Qian Lang said before leaving that it is best not to get out of the car, maybe he should trust the weight of this sentence.

At the same time, he had to trust, because the speed of those corpses seemed to be getting faster and faster, not to mention that he was holding a child, and they couldn't run very far even if they didn't hide in the car.

The laughter of the children behind him and the sound of flesh and blood colliding and rubbing kept coming into his ears, which made Wen Yuran feel like a poor driven horse, and the ghost behind him was the whip, which made him dare not stop for a moment .

Opening the car door with as much force as if trying to pull it off, Wen Yuran carried the boy into the car, and immediately locked the door.

small theater:

Confessions of a crew

Mr. Qianlang has a small notebook for memorandum, and we all agree that it is connected to a different dimension, because every time we chat with Mr. Wen, he can find the answer in three seconds no matter what it is. ∑(っ°Д°;)

Seeing that person forcefully finish his answer with a blank face, he left a sentence: This is the second time.

If you mention my dear more than three times, I will think that you have bad thoughts and never dare to mention Mr. Wen’s name again, okay_(:з」∠)_