I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"In ten minutes, we will arrive at the village in the city."

"It's a bit chaotic over there, and there are no people at night."

"Some alleys don't even have street lights, let alone surveillance."

"Is that so?"

On the street in the early morning, the driver wore a peaked cap to cover his face, talking without saying a word.

Yang Shou gave a thumbs up, "I just came to Jinghai, and I can feel it so thoroughly, it's good."

"No way, professional habits." Seeing that the surroundings are getting more and more desolate, the driver no longer has so many scruples, "Everywhere I go, I must first familiarize myself with the terrain.

"Sounds very experienced." Yang Shou glanced at the driver, "You are young, how long have you been in the industry?"

"Three months."

"The time is a bit short, but you definitely can't imagine what I have done in these three months."

Haven't found anything wrong yet.

Think I'm the driver of a sports car?

After the driver answered, under the peaked cap, the doctor's face became more and more excited.

His name is Wang Lin.

In the past nearly two decades, they were all trash in the eyes of others.

His father was addicted to gambling, drinking and domestic violence.

The unbearably humiliated mother ran away from home one day and never appeared again.

From then on, Wang Lin, who had grown up under his father's stick, suffered even more crazy torture.

This made him more cowardly and introverted when he was a teenager.

Even if you leave home, you will be bullied and bullied by your classmates at school, and you will always be the one who is forced to help your classmates clean up.

However, even so, he still felt that school life was very happy.

At least, not alone with his demonic father.

It was just that after another gamble of borrowing money, his father set his mind on the young Wang Lin, forcing Wang Lin to drop out of school, find a job, and then confiscate his salary.

Wang Lin was working three jobs at the same time, and could only sleep five hours a day. In this way, at some point, he might be picked up by his drunken father and beaten violently.

The reason was that he was so similar to the runaway mother that his father got angry when he saw it.

"If you dare to escape, no matter where you go, I will find you and break your bones little by little."

This is what his father said to him.

When he said this, his father was bloodshot and stared at his eyes, which reminded him every time he had a nightmare.

Cowardly, he thought he was going to live a miserable life like this.

Until one late night three months ago, it was raining heavily.

After finishing his last job, he dragged his exhausted body and ran home.

Wanting to get less rain, he took a shortcut and passed through an abandoned industrial area, only to meet a man in a black raincoat.

That 980 was a murderer, grabbed a woman, stripped her naked, and was slowly shaving off the woman's flesh in the rain.

The sound of rainwater suppressed the woman's screams.

When he saw this scene, the raincoat killer also saw him.

Wang Lin really wanted to turn around and run away, but his father's years of torture had made him extremely cowardly. At that moment, he lost his courage and collapsed on the ground.

The already soaked trousers added new water stains.

The raincoat killer caught him, and in front of his face, he cut the woman into bones, and the blood mixed with the rainwater flowed into a river.

"It's your turn."

After appreciating for a moment, the murderer grabbed Wang Lin and was about to tie him up.

But what surprised the killer was that from the beginning to the end, although Wang Lin was afraid, he never cried out, let alone resisting.

This makes the killer feel very boring.

He enjoys the expression of his prey screaming in pain, and doesn't want to see a guy like a dead fish.

The murderer stripped off Wang Lin's clothes and picked up the knife, but he couldn't make a move.

Wang Lin's body was densely covered with hundreds of scars.

Lacerations, scratches, burns, traces of cigarette butts.

For more than ten years, my father beat Wang Lin almost every day.

And once he couldn't bear the pain and yelled out, it would attract more punches and kicks from his father.

The reason is that it will attract the attention of neighbors.

Wang Lin was already used to torture.

The killer has completely lost interest in killing.

"Killing you isn't as rewarding as killing a dog."

Patted Wang Lin's face with a knife, the killer decided to let Wang Lin go.

However, he was not out of kindness.

He let the watermelon knife that had killed people into Tian Lin's hands.

"As a human being, you have to be fierce."

"Otherwise you will be worse than a dog for the rest of your life.

The killer wanted to watch a good show of father and son fighting each other, so after remembering the address of Wang Lin's house, he released Wang Lin and prepared to drive him crazy slowly.

Wang Lin ran away in a hurry, stumbled back home only to find that the watermelon knife was still tightly held in his hand.

"What am I still doing with this?"

Seeing the blade still vaguely bloodstained, he was frightened again.

This is the knife that kills people!

He wanted to hide the knife quickly.

But when he turned around, he saw his father who was drunk again.

After glancing at the knife, and then at Wang Lin's unnatural expression, his father was furious.

"What do you want to do?"

The angry father rushed over, trying to take the knife away.

Wang Lin was very nervous and refused to let go, stammering and explaining what happened.

But not only did his father not believe it, he slapped him a few times.

Under the severe pain, his feet were unsteady, and he threw it head-on.

The drunken father was taken by him and also fell down.

There was a snort.

The father lying on his body stared wide-eyed, full of pain and disbelief, and then turned into fear and fear.

"You...you really dare to do it?"

"Don't kill me, don't kill me."

When he opened his mouth to speak, black blood kept pouring out of his father's mouth, and his face became paler and paler.

He lay on the ground, begging for mercy.

A watermelon knife emerged from his back.

Struggling to get up, Tian Lin was stunned for a long time.

This devil, who has oppressed him for more than ten years, is actually afraid of him and begging him for mercy?

Subconsciously, he lowered his head and looked at his blood-stained palm.

He burst into tears.

Ten minutes later, in the abandoned industrial park.

The Rainy Night Killer, who was dealing with the scene, turned his head and saw Wang Lin who had been let go before was back.

He still had the watermelon knife in his hand.

The expression looks weird.

With confusion, but also with a sense of relief.

"He has treated you like that, and you dare not kill anyone? You can't be saved.

"Wait a minute, I will spare my hand and kill you to bury your child in the grave."

The Rainy Night Killer thought that Wang Lin was scared back by his father, and was completely disappointed in him.

So cowardly.

Looking back, the killer arranged the woman's bones, and before he started to look closely, a familiar knife tip pierced through the heart from behind.

"You taught me."

"As a human being, we must distinguish clearly.

Wang Lin, who took the initiative to kill for the first time, was trembling, but seeing the expression of regret and fear on the rainy night killer, he smiled.

On this night, he experienced the feeling of being looked at seriously.

Taking advantage of the rainy night, Wang Lin fled overnight and hid in Tibet.

Perhaps it was his luck that a murderer like him was not the focus of the Public Security Bureau on the eve of the coming of the weird era.

Those spooks who have awakened to be weird attract the attention of official forces.

In the past three months, Wang Lin wandered in many cities, and by a coincidence, he landed on the death forum.

He has gained self-recognition because of killing people, insisting that he is a perverted murderer, so he just hangs around in the forum.

However, the record of only killing two people made him a little bit embarrassed, and he couldn't get in a lot of posts.

So he changed his ID, highlighted his first murder target, and set up his own personality:

"The first time I killed someone, I killed my own father."

"Who can be more perverted than me?"

Most killers also have emotional needs.

His name is indeed very conspicuous, and he has finally established a foothold in the forum.

In the homicide section, some homicide maniacs even regarded him as a senior, and sometimes asked questions, and they were very respectful to him.

Wang Lin, who has always been treated as a waste, found a sense of belonging in the killer.

He concealed his real number of murders, and created a vicious and ruthless perverted image by studying crime-related books and film and television dramas.

Slowly, he became more popular in the forum.

However, a few days ago, things changed.

A person who claimed to be a big sunshine boy suddenly appeared in the forum, posted posts in various professional forums, and would comment on other users' comments.

In a certain post, Wang Lin made up the process of how he killed a fat man and lit his sky lantern.

Then the big sunny boy Aite him, pointing out various illogical places inside.

Up to now, Wang Lin still remembered the original words of the other party.

Sunshine boy: "The amount of oil output from the corpse is wrong, according to my research on the ratio of human body oil and combustion..." (ccci)

Sunshine boy: "There is a problem with the incision, it is best to light the sky lantern from the position of two fingers behind the top of the head, so that you can enjoy a more painful expression.

Sunshine boy: "The weight of the ashes is obviously wrong. I have compared data thousands of times. The ratio of human body weight to ashes is fixed, especially in the aspect of living body incineration. Experience tells me..."

Wang Lin wanted to refute it, but he knew that he had made it up.

And the big sunshine boy is well-founded and logical, and it can be seen that he has countless practical experience.

"This is the real perverted murderer. I don't know how many people have been killed, and I can't even count them!"

Wang Lin wanted to reach the same level, so he searched for posts about Sunshine Boy, and the more he read, the more he admired him, and finally he sent dozens of private messages, wanting to worship him as his teacher.

The other party has not responded, and he has no choice but to give up.

Unexpectedly, soon the big sunshine boy said that he would start classes in Jinghai.

Seeing this news, Wang Lin was so excited that he immediately set off and rushed to Jinghai. According to the guidance of several forum members, he determined the location of the black building.

What he didn't expect was that, when he entered the black building full of confidence, he could only see a broken and smelly ordinary corridor that had nothing to do with weirdness.

He couldn't get into the dark building at all.

"You don't have any malicious intentions, let alone a perverted murderer, so don't come to the dark building to join in the fun.

This is what the old janitor of the Heilou told him.

Wang Linton lost his mind.

For so many years, no one has ever looked down upon him.

Only when his father and Rainy Night Killer were dying, did he know what it was like to be scared by others.

And on the death forum, he was also respected by many murderers.

Now tell him he's not a pervert at all?

Wang Lin refused to accept it, and made up his mind at that time, he must kill another person, or the kind of torture, to force out his own malice.

He ran to the street, pried open a car, and rampaged through Jinghai in the night, planning to randomly pick a bad guy.

Unfortunately, it was too late, and there were almost no passers-by.

Even if there is, as soon as you see a strange car, you will dodge it in a panic.

Until somewhere outside the rich man’s community, I saw someone who seemed to be waiting for a bus.

People defenseless Yang Shou.

"I'm a pervert."

"I'm a killer!"

At this time, driving the car, Tian Lin was excited when he saw that the village in the city where the Heilou was located was getting closer.

He had already begun to fantasize about how the passengers in the back seat would look terrified when he did it later.

Laughing, he looked in the rearview mirror again.

The carriage was dim, and through the mirror, he saw a pale eye.

A woman with black hair covering her face, only showing her terrifying eyes, was staring at him in the mirror.

"roll!"

Wang Lin's heart trembled, and then mustered up his courage, the evil wolf cursed loudly.

When I looked carefully, everything in the rearview mirror was normal, and Yang Shou, who was sitting in the back row, was looking at him with a half-smile.

"what did you see?"

Yang Shou asked.

"It's nothing." Wang Lin denied, "I'm just scolding for fun."

Yang Shou glanced at the rearview mirror, "Really? But why did I see that there was a woman with black hair covering her face in the mirror just now, and she seemed to be staring at you."

"Can you see her?"

Stab.

The car braked suddenly, the tires rubbed, and a long black mark slipped on the road.

Wang Lin turned his head and asked eagerly, with an expression of disbelief.

He always thought that it was an illusion produced by his psychological distortion after he became a pervert.

"Of course I can see it, and I know it's weird, not ordinary weird.

"What have you done recently, and why are you entangled in such a strange thing?"

When Yang Shou saw the car, he felt that the smell in the car was a bit strange.

A vague, but full of cold force locked the driver.

From the perspective of level, it is almost the same as fierce.

It's just that the weird body is not here.

And the driver is just an ordinary person pretending to be.

So, he took advantage of the opportunity and got into the car.

Want to see where the source of the weirdness is.

This seems to be a powerful weirdness that can come to reality.

I just don't know whether to make up or not.

"Strange? But this is the reality." Wang Lin's expression turned ugly, "And I haven't killed a woman before."

For other killers, they might think that the dead took revenge.

But Wang Lin only has two lives in his hands, both of which are men, and he will definitely not misunderstand this.

So after seeing the strange face these days, he only thought it was his illusion.

After all, this is reality.

Um?

It seems to be a slip of the tongue!

Wang Lin suddenly reacted.

He replied that he had never killed a woman, so the hidden meaning was that he had killed a man?

This will reveal his identity as a psycho killer!

"..."

Wanting to add a few more explanations, Wang Lin was surprised to find that the other party didn't seem to have thought of this, and was still helping him analyze:

"Weird times, reality is not safe."

"You must have done something recently to be entangled by it."

"Think about it carefully, and tell me everything related to weirdness."

"I haven't done anything recently, just scroll through the posts, hurry, and weird things..."

Wang Lin thought about it subconsciously, and asked blankly:

"Does it count that I've seen a lot of horror movies lately?"

"I met a cereal guy, but instead of selling color, he sold horror movies."

"Talking about the weird era, watching more horror movies can reduce the fear of weirdness, if you really enter the copy."

"I thought it made sense, so I bought a lot. Recently, I read it every day, and I was in a trance.

"If you hadn't seen it, I would still think it was my hallucination."

Horror movie Oatmeal?

Hearing this, Yang Shou remembered that when he met the bandage monster two days ago, the taxi driver that day also mentioned it.

Some people keep promoting horror movies in weird times.

Feeling moved, Yang Shou asked:

"The weirdness just now, have you seen it in any movie?"

Wang Lin forced a smile, "Hehe, you don't think it's something creepy from a horror movie, do you? Do you think it's the midnight bell?"

"Huh? Ring at midnight?"

"Black hair covering the face, pale eyes...

He took a breath, and suddenly looked at Yang Shou:

"Is that Sadako?"

"But isn't Sadako a fake?"

"Sadako is fake, but your fear of it is real." Yang Shou finally knows where the weirdness comes from, "Fear will form strange stories."

"Someone is making strange stories in reality.".