Horror Studio

"Where am I?"

As soon as Qiancang stood outside the tent, the sight in front of him was a forest, but it made him terrified.

He didn't even know what he was afraid of, perhaps because of that, he was afraid.

A drop of rain fell on his head.

He raised his head, looked at the dark night sky, and then used the helmet light, but there was no light source on his forehead.

"Is it useless?"

Qiancang frowned.

Another drop of rain fell.

"and many more……"

As soon as Qiancang opened his hands, he found that the situation was a little different from what he had expected.

The trajectory of the rain falling is quite strange, not directly falling, but... in a "spiral shape".

Although the light is too dark to see clearly, his body can feel the rain falling.

Except for the soles of the feet, there is a feeling of rain falling on the body up and down.

"Calm down, figure out where I am first? Why did I come here."

Qian Cang Yi's right index finger and **** pressed his temple. He remembered the previous events very clearly, but what happened after entering the forest seemed to be shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see through it.

"Since I can't remember it for a while, it's better to just think it's a dream."

"Will it be a dream?"

Qiancang opened his hands and felt the impact of rain.

He closed his eyes and stood on tiptoe slightly.

Suddenly, he felt the surrounding situation from a unique perspective.

His own figure appeared in his mind, and at this time, "self" was watching himself from the perspective of God.

Farther away, there is also another "self" on the sidelines.

Infinitely overlapping scenes.

Images that keep accumulating.

Everything is marked with a question mark, and it is impossible to distinguish between false and true.

A completely closed world, countless prying eyes.

The falling trajectory of the rain began to change and changed back to the normal falling path. The only difference was that the rain turned into a waterfall.

As soon as Qiancang opened his eyes and covered his head with his hands, he wanted to return to the tent. He just opened the tent, only to find that it was full of water.

Under my feet, the surface of the water was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and my knees were submerged in a few seconds.

"what happened?"

Qiancang always ran out of the camp. He just ran a few steps before the water actually rose to his waist.

At this moment, he had come to the edge of the camp and saw a strange scene ahead.

Rainwater is packed in transparent jars in the camp, and gradually accumulates. A distance of less than one meter seems to be the difference between life and death.

As soon as Qiancang rushed to the edge of the camp, his right hand was slightly bent and stretched forward.

When his arm touched the edge of the rain, he encountered obstacles, like being blocked by ice.

He put his hands on the edge of the rain, as if he was sticking to a transparent glass wall.

The rain did not slow down the rise of Qiancang No.1 because Qiancang No. 1 encountered difficulties, and the water surface had already risen to Qiancang No. 1's neck.

"Could it be..."

As soon as Qiancang spoke, the rain flowed into his mouth, almost making him cough.

The water is still rising.

Qiancang raised his head and took a look, then he jumped hard with his legs.

Just as he waved his hands to swim upward, his body fell back to the original place.

The water did not provide him with any buoyancy at all!

Qiancang's eyes widened, glanced at the ground, then made a fist with his right hand and thumped towards the water wall.

The ring of miracles!

Qian Cang glanced at his right index finger. He had already used the miracle ring, but there was no light on his right index finger.

The feeling of hypoxia is getting stronger and stronger.

Qiancang looked around and tried to find a way to leave. Suddenly, the sound of broken glass came.

At the same time, Qiancang felt that the world was spinning, and when he recovered, he found that the surrounding environment had changed.

He is staying in the classroom. The only difference is that the people in the classroom, including himself, are all "building blocks" made up of geometric bodies.

"31, are you okay?"

The teacher on the podium cast a caring look.

Qiancang looked at the teacher up and down, seeing his feet from his head, and his head from his feet.

The teacher's face is mainly composed of a rectangular parallelepiped and a sphere. A large rectangular parallelepiped is in the middle, and a horizontal short rectangular parallelepiped underneath, forming an inverted t-shape.

There are two spheres of different colors at the corners of the two cuboids, one large and one small. There is a regular tetrahedron above the sphere, but the part where one regular tetrahedron contacts the sphere is sharp, and the other regular tetrahedron The contact area is a flat surface.

When Qian Cang saw this abstract face, he thought about his appearance and expression.

The teacher on the podium looks beautiful and is worried about his condition.

Qiancang took a deep breath. He looked down at his hands, two irregular tetrahedrons were slowly turning.

"31, I will help you."

The same table whispered a word, then bent over and stretched his right hand to the ground.

Qiancang lowered his head and focused on the desk.

At this time, he noticed something was wrong with the desk and chair. His desk and chair were not normal, but human.

The four supporting legs of the desk have become human hands and feet. Because the length of the hands and feet are not the same, the desk is inclined.

On the side of the table, a face was looking at Qian Cangyi with a calm gaze.

It's not...dead?

Qiancang Yi noticed that the human face was not like a statue without the slightest anger, but a living face with eyes capable of turning.

"It's okay." The tablemate reached out and patted Qiancangyi lightly.

Qiancangyi turned his head and looked at the ground. On the ground, two piles of human faces stitched together were lying on the ground.

When Qiancang saw the face, the eyes of the face moved to look at him.

"Your textbook." The same table patted two piles of people's faces, as if they were sweeping away the dust from their faces, and then the same table put the "textbooks" on the "desk".

Qiancang stared blankly at everything in front of him, then he turned his head and looked out the window.

Above the bright blue sky, the hands hanging in the sky are emitting a warm light.

"Sun." The tablemate seemed to have known Qian Cangyi's doubts a long time ago.

Qiancang moved his gaze back to the desk, and then opened the "textbook".

On the first page, there are many lines of different lengths. These lines seem to be drawn randomly, without any regularity.

But... Qiancangyi can see meaningful information from the lines.

Is this world crazy, or am I crazy?

And this is also the question Qiancangyi wants to ask now.

Qian Cangyi turned the textbook to the second page, and he saw a small face sandwiched between the big face.

A word was written on the little man's face.

At the same table.

We will go back together after class.

After Qiancang understood, he turned to look at the same table.

After seeing Qian Cangyi's "gaze" at the same table, he lowered his head and was rather shy.

After class, Qian Cangyi followed the same table and walked down the street.

A "bicycle" passed by, and in Qian Cangyi's eyes.

The so-called bicycle is a human crawling with both hands and feet.

Just as Qian Cangyi focused on the bicycle, the tablemate unknowingly grasped his right hand.

The tablemate’s name is 73.

Qiancang looked at the same table with a puzzled look.

"It doesn't matter, even if the whole world looks at you with strange eyes, I will stand with you." After the same table said this sentence, the head of the regular tetrahedron gradually leaned towards Qiancangyi's shoulder .

As soon as Qiancang didn't speak, he dared not speak.

The content written on the title page of the "textbook" can fully explain his thoughts at this time.

Is this world crazy, or am I crazy?

As soon as Qiancang stopped, he turned to look at the "car" on the highway.

In his eyes, the car is composed of eight people, four people replace the chassis and wheels, and four people replace the doors and roof.

Whenever the "Building Block Man" made an action to step on the accelerator, the four people as the chassis began to hold their breath and accelerate.

"Thank you." Qian Cang glanced at the same table.

"How about we go to the park? It's still early." The same table made a suggestion.

"...Okay." Qian Cangyi felt that he was standing on the edge of a cliff called Crazy, and behind him, a doctor was still yelling, "Your liver cancer is already at an advanced stage."

On the park bench, Qiancang sat on the left side and the same table on the right side.

The "bench" is naturally the appearance of a human being.

At the entrance of the park, a street vendor was selling hand-made "skewers", and the three hands were pierced together by wooden sticks.

"Do you want to eat skewers?" the same table asked.

Qiancang shook his head.

"Wait for me, I'll buy it." The same table got up and walked towards the skewers.

As soon as Qiancang looked at it, the "building block man" children in the park were kicking people in the head and playing.

The same table came back soon, but I still bought two skewers.

"Here you, try it, it's really delicious." The same table handed one to Qiancangyi.

"No." Qiancang shook his head.

"How about a try? When I beg you." The same table persuaded, and at the same time put a skewers to his mouth.

"It's really delicious, don't lie to you!" The same table "bites" the skewers.

Although it was a bite, Qian Cangyi didn't see the mouth of the same table at all.

As soon as Qiancang closed his eyes and did not answer the conversation, he could no longer look at it.

A few seconds later, the sound of sobbing came from around.

As soon as Qiancang opened his eyes, he found that his deskmate was crying.

The small regular tetrahedron separated from the face at the same table and landed on the leg.

As soon as Qiancang stretched out his right hand, he caught the tears from the same table. The small square tetrahedron rolled in his hand, but did not fall.

"I'm sorry." Qian Cang whispered.

"I...I know that the world in your eyes is different from others. I just want to...help you. If you hate me, I won't bother you again." Grilled skewers and ran out of the park.

As soon as Qiancang stood up and wanted to chase him, he felt that he seemed to have a sense of being integrated into the world. He hesitated for two seconds, and the only reason left him made him choose to give up.

Ten seconds later, the sound of sudden braking sounded from a distance, followed by a scream.

On the highway ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ a "car" will hit the same table, and various geometric objects are scattered on the road.

Qiancang was taken aback for a moment, and walked over step by step.

Every step seems to be doing its best.

On the way, the body parts of the same table are being put together by passers-by, and Qian Cangyi's attention is not placed on the same table, but on the car.

The driver who hit the person pressed the belly button of the person who acted as the door of the car. Then, the person who was pressed lifted his left leg, and then the driver got out from under the person's crotch.

During the whole process, as a person who is composed of a car, there is no expression on his face, as if everything is taken for granted.

Everything is taken for granted...

"Ah!" Qian Cangyi knelt on the ground holding his head in both hands.

After hearing his screaming, the passers-by walked up to comfort him. Fupin Chinese