fake smile lover

In the dark and old stairwell, there was a sound of hurried footsteps.

The wooden steps that had been in disrepair for a long time made a "creaking" sound, which was particularly harsh in this night of heavy rain, wind and thunder.

A flustered girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old looked like a student at a local school.She was holding a pair of candlesticks in her hand, which were covered with stains, covering half of the original brass color. I don't know if it was blood or mud, which was rubbed off by the girl from time to time.The candles burning above had been half burnt, and from time to time, candle tears fell on the ground of the aisle, and some scattered and splashed, hitting the girl's bare legs, or sprinkled on the back of her delicate hands.

But the girl didn't make any sound, she ran quickly on the steps, the candlelight stretched her figure continuously, like a monster that chooses to devour, it opened its bloody mouth, trying to swallow the girl in one gulp , peel and remove the bones, eat dry and wipe clean.

This aisle with no end in sight spirals upwards, surrounded by portraits left by the previous owner, blond-haired and blue-eyed Western characters trembling in the shadows of the lights.

The girl felt that her every move seemed to fall into the eyes of the people in these paintings, and she had nowhere to escape.

Fear is like a patient hunter, quietly lurking in a dark and imperceptible corner, coveting this poor man, watching the survivors of this previous carnival feast.

The girl still remembers being with a few good friends and the boy from the next class.Under the guidance of the leader, venture to this abandoned church in the south of the city.But when they stepped here, in the middle of the dilapidated auditorium, they lit bright red candles, and the leading students who were proficient in this way used their fingers stained with chicken blood to draw a few strange shapes on the ground, and strange symbols could not be said .The children seem to have opened a door of demons, and Pandora's box has been opened, out of control.

The originally clear sky suddenly began to rain cats and dogs.In the dusty old house, a dense fog gradually formed that could not be dispelled.

And the leading girl who once vowed that she could see the future with such a method, smiled and opened the dilapidated mirror lying crookedly on the edge of the church.Right under everyone's noses, a person dressed in luxurious women's clothing rose from the mirror, stretched out his hand and dragged the girl into the glass mirror.

Terrifying wailing surrounded the entire auditorium.

The chain of fear spread like a virus. In the small group staying in place, whoever screamed first, the people who were already panicked fell apart in an instant.

The girl saw the classmates fleeing towards the gate. The thick fog had already covered the entire house. They rushed into it. The candlelight reflected splashed blood, and the huge wooden fence crashing down in the distance seemed to be a silent announcement. to their end.

In the glass mirror in the distance, a woman with a pair of withered arms slowly hugged the female student into her arms like embracing a lover.

The candle was flickering, and she stretched out her hand to straighten her neck. The swan-like white and youthful neck was like a beautiful picture scroll.

Suddenly, the woman's arm gracefully extended into the girl's mouth. Under everyone's gaze, her jaw slowly parted. She couldn't scream any more, and could only keep screaming "woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo". No one can help her, and no one dares to help her.

The girl was standing by the dilapidated piano, watching her companion's jaw slowly open into a very strange arc, and then, holding her head, she kept leaning back, back, and back...

A crisp sound made the whole cathedral instantly quiet. There was no sound. The weeping of the children was suppressed for a moment, leaving only the sound of blood and white liquid dripping on the ground.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

In the end, the girl who took the lead was thrown on the ground by the owner of those hands like a tattered bag, fell into the dust, fell into hell, and paid a heavy price for her curiosity.

Suddenly there was a scream, and a child who was hiding among the pews in the church was dragged out again.The girl knew this man, he was a famous figure in the school, he was recognized as a handsome guy, he was very eye-catching, probably good-looking people would not be unaware of it, on the contrary, they would make great use of it.He is quite sociable, and he is like a fish in water at school.

Now the owner of that handsome smiling face is kneeling on the ground like a scabbed dog, his forehead has been knocked hard on the ground seven or eighty times, and the blood is running down his handsome face , Penetrating straight into his neckline, the clean and beautiful white shirt has been dyed bright red.

The one who dragged him out was a tall and strange man, his whole body was covered in a black blouse, his face could not be seen, he shook the begging boy viciously, the 1.7-meter-eight student was like a spinning top , spinning and crashing into the mist.

There was a crackling sound, and then there was silence.

The other girl who survived was like a fish out of water, twitching and bouncing in the mist, trying to catch the last sliver of life, but gradually the aura in those originally shining eyes disappeared, leaving only gray One piece, but she didn't have the strength to close her eyes again.

"There's one more..." A devilish whisper rang in the girl's ear.

She could only keep running in this church. The assailant seemed not in a hurry to kill her. Whether it was a weird person or a ghost hand, they no longer appeared in front of her eyes, but the girl could still hear them vaguely. The sound of light footsteps, mixed with her chaotic breathing, fell behind her unhurriedly.

If you don't continue to run forward, you will be killed.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the girl felt that her legs were filled with lead, and she could no longer take a step forward. The deep despair was like a dark cloud, completely engulfing herself.The ghost behind him also seems to be playful. The originally leisurely and ghostly pace is fast and slow, as if he is constantly imitating the appearance of a girl.

When she kept running, the sound of footsteps coming from nowhere was also hurried; when she stopped and moved, it also followed suit and became motionless.

Her throat had long since dried up, and it was very difficult to swallow her saliva. She turned around carefully, and there was nothing but darkness and the shadowy mist.But she found that the portraits hanging on the stairs, some were smiling, some were stern, and some seemed to be angry, but they were all the same, and they were all staring at the girl the same.

The girl finally couldn't stand the endless pressure and fear anymore, she let out a scream and threw down the lamp stand in her hand, and ran wildly in the stairwell regardless of the direction.But before she could take a few steps, she staggered and fell on the spot. She struggled to stand up. In front of her was a wall with various animal heads hanging from it. In the middle of it, there was a A strange head, severed at the neck.

Maybe it was not long after the new death, the blood dripped on the ground, converging into a small river, and dyed the floor a bloody color.

The girl's body trembled, looking at the head, she couldn't see his face clearly, couldn't tell who he was!On the severed head was a pale face with a constant smirk.

As if silently mocking her futility...

In N City in 2017, around the vernal equinox, the weather was sunny and sunny.

City N underwent major urban reforms, merging the entire suburbs into the jurisdiction of the urban area. What was supposed to be a win-win situation, however, has become unreliable inside and out due to gossip.

In a corner of Sanheli Hutong in Beicheng District, a half-grown boy with dyed yellow hair was leading seven or eight young men who were flamboyant, and cornered a child dressed as a student.

"Hey, look, isn't this the captain? What's the matter, aren't your pugs here today?" He grabbed the student by the collar and lifted him up, who was already weak.

The student stammered and said "You...you...you..." for a long while, but he didn't see anything, but it caused everyone to burst into laughter.

"It wasn't like this when I was the flower protector for that little girl Zhao Jia, Captain Wei." He dragged his voice and raised his knee to press between the student's legs.

"Hahaha, Captain Wei, did you piss your pants?" As soon as Xiao Huang Mao let go, the student fell to the base of the wall, and a foul smell came over.

Several young people in society covered their noses one after another, and took a few steps back.

The ridicule is non-stop.

Xiao Huangmao reached out to take the wooden stick from his companion, tapped it twice in the palm of his hand, and said with a sneer, "I've lost face so much before, Wei Ming, today I can be regarded as giving me a chance."

Saying that, the stick in his hand knocked down fiercely!

Wei Ming hugged his head all at once, but he didn't feel the severe pain as expected. He raised his head tremblingly, and saw the wooden stick fall on the ground.

Behind the hooligans, a tall man with a mask on his head stood quietly.

This mask looks like a clown, extremely weird. The corners of his mouth are raised fiercely to the sides, forming a strange arc, as if he is laughing.

But even an unreasonable baby can see that this is a "fake smile" face.

Under the smirk, there is bitterness, ridicule, troublesomeness, fear, and even anger.

Wei Ming shrank back, and the man in suit and leather shoes walked between the hooligans. He pulled out a card from the stunned little Huang Mao, and immediately, the back of Xiao Huang Mao's hand was full of blood.

He screamed, and the man let out a deep laugh, like a wild beast, which made Wei Ming even more creepy.

"Don't be angry, don't fight, you won't be a good boy." He continued, patted Xiao Huangmao's cheek with his palm, but Xiao Huangmao felt miserable as if he saw an evil ghost coming out of hell. It's called Lianlian, resounding throughout the alley.

It's just that they are already notorious in this area, and the neighbors naturally just closed their doors and closed their doors quickly, not wanting to cause trouble.

The man turned around, put his white-gloved palm into his clothes, and took out three unknown cards.

He "smiled" at the little yellow hair and said, "Come, choose one."

Everyone looked at this strange man who appeared out of thin air without knowing why.

His cadenced voice seemed to be performing an opera.

"If it's King, I'll give you 100 million in cash." As he spoke, he took out a suitcase as if by magic, and opened it smoothly with one hand. Inside were stacks of banknotes, all brand new.

"If it's the Queen, I wish you the best of luck." He put away the suitcase and made a rather classic salute.

"If it's Jack, then I'll kill you." His tone was gentle, and he narrated the announcement of a murder, as if he had said something trivial.

There is only a specious "fake smile", which is rampant.