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

The masked man's words were crazy, but to a certain extent, they were very real.

The background of the death forum is not comparable to ordinary tricksters.

"Okay, let's deal with this and get ready to go."

The masked man ordered.

The so-called treatment was actually to hide those blood-stained security uniforms.

That was left by the death forum's sudden attack and killing a few security guards.

Zhang Liang directed the tricky girl, picked it up, and stuffed it into the filing cabinet in the corner.

I looked around and simply eliminated the traces of my hands.

A group of people left the security room.

Silence enveloped the room again.

The faint moonlight shines in from outside the window, which keeps the place from being too dark, but at the same time adds a strange eerie atmosphere.

In the dark corner, there was a slight knock on the door - sounded.

The filing cabinet, which was originally tightly closed, opened the door bit by bit.

The crumpled security uniforms fell out.

Another moment passed.

These uniforms slowly floated in the air and propped up.

The security guard with pale and swollen skin emerged from the clothes.

They were expressionless and straightened their uniforms.

Then he staggered and sat back in the chair.

Through the window of the security room, he stared indifferently at the few people who left.

"Is there something weird spying on us?"

The sense of the blank masked man was exceptionally keen, he looked around and realized something was wrong.

The teammate next to him casually said:

"It should be from the rotting corpses in the forest, right?"

"These guys are transformed by the filth of the community, and they are very difficult to deal with.

"As soon as the opportunity arises, we will attack the target we are targeting."

"Maybe." The man in the blank mask turned his head subconsciously and glanced at the security room in the distance.

The room is dark and you can't see anything through the glass.

But he always felt that someone in the security room was watching them.

How can it be.

The weirdness of those security guards was directly swallowed up, and they were all transformed into their own weird strength.

Never come alive.

Abandoning this ridiculous idea, the man in the blank mask turned his head back and looked at Zhang Liang who was leading the way.

"Is there anything more powerful and weird in the building where they live?"

Zhang Liang returned in embarrassment:

"I don't know either. I didn't dare to check it at the time."

"Besides, I am in a hurry to report back to the security room."

"Hmm." The blank masked man didn't say much, but took out a booklet.

Several buildings are marked above.

Beauty salons, clinics, Building No. 9, community supermarkets, etc.

"Where should we go first after we bring those living people?"

The companion came up and asked.

The man in the blank mask had already had an idea.

"Let's go to the beauty salon first."

"According to my estimation, the cunning tattoo artist there is the most powerful student in the community.

"As long as it can be persuaded, the owner's committee will have a sign."

The companion was puzzled and pointed to Building No. 9.

"But, didn't those security guards say that?"

"Building No. 9 is the most mysterious place in the community."

"They seem to be afraid of it."

"Mystery means that there is no information." The man with the blank mask said calmly:

"Let's ignore it for now. If the tattooist and doctor are not willing to cooperate, let's go to Building No. 9."

Zhang Liang, who was walking in the front, hesitated for a moment, then turned around and asked:

"These should be fierce, right?"

"If they not only refuse to cooperate, but also want to swallow us, how can we pay back?"

With a chuckle, the man with the blank mask said lightly:

"Under the suppression of the power of community rules, they dare not do anything if they are not sure."

"After all, the weirdness in me is evil!"

DEUT...

Zhang Liang took a deep breath. He didn't know what the power of the death forum was until now.

Even in the Hongguang Homeland, if it is fierce and strange, it must be the existence at the top of the pyramid.

As long as you don't confront the property or violate the rules of the community, basically your life is not in danger.

It can be said that the evil spirit is almost invincible here!

His heart became hot, and he felt that there seemed to be a great chance of successfully conquering the community.

"The lunatic they said before is really lying, isn't it?"

"I don't believe that someone will mess with the property of the community, and dare to stare at the strange death forum."

Zhang Liang cursed in his heart.

For some unknown reason, maybe it was because of the intimidation of the man in the blank mask.

Even the green plants are weird from the rotting corpses in the forest, and they are much more peaceful than when they first entered the community.

This made Zhang Liang more confident.

He led the way and returned to the previous building.

When he was about to press the elevator, the man in the blank mask stopped him.

"walk the stair."

"The elevator is too passive."

Zhang Liangliang nodded, and opened the staircase door next to him.

The corridor was dark and gloomy.

But several of them were tricksters, and they had adapted to this situation, lined up and walked upstairs.

As soon as he reached the fifth floor, the sound of the stair door opening on the first floor sounded, and it seemed that someone followed him in.

Several people's faces changed, and they turned around decisively, staring at the darkness below.

After a long time, there was no movement at all.

It was as if the opening of the stair door just now was just their illusion.

"There is a problem with this corridor."

The man with the blank mask didn't dare to be careless, "Hurry up and go upstairs."

They turned around, speeded up, and flew upstairs.

The confused footsteps of several people echoed in the corridor.

Clap clap.

Clap clap.

After going up seven or eight floors in a row, the masked man who ran last noticed something strange.

He felt another footstep behind him.

Turn around abruptly.

Behind him was still an empty dark corridor, nothing.

His face hidden under the mask was even uglier.

His strangeness told him that there was an unknown existence, right here.

But he couldn't see it with his naked eyes.

"What's wrong?"

The rest of the people also stopped and asked questions one after another.

"There's something following up."

"Only the sound of footsteps can be heard, but the shape cannot be seen."

As soon as this sentence came out, Zhang Liang didn't feel anything. The members of the death forum were shocked and said in unison:

"Could it be strange stories?"

"What is weird talk?"

Hearing this name, Zhang Liang couldn't help but feel hairy.

...asking for flowers...

"It's the hardest kind of weirdness to deal with!"

There was a hint of fear in the voice of the man with the blank mask explaining.

"Normal weirdness is all transformed after death."

"But this kind of weirdness is different. The reason for its formation seems to be related to the most primitive fear of human beings."

"The sound of marbles upstairs, the darkness under the bed, the moment when you close your eyes in the shower, the feeling of being followed on the road, and the horror stories passed down by word of mouth.

"Maybe there was nothing at first, it's just your illusion, it's just rumors."

"But as long as some people believe in its existence, and even more and more people believe in it, and start to fear, this kind of fear will form weird and strange stories."

"I can only tell you that the classification of the strange world is not so accurate."

"Following obsession is ferocity, and there are two paths after ferocity, one of which is meme."

"And weird stories are not in the first two classifications."

"From the very beginning, it has characteristics that are difficult to kill and difficult to understand."

"As long as it continues to grow, it will directly reach the meme level!"

Only the powerful will know these messages, and ordinary people, even ordinary tricksters, are not qualified to know.

It's like strange stories, the more people know about them, the more dangerous they are.

The man in the blank mask told him so much because he wanted to attract Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang became more and more confused as he listened.

Strange tales born of fear?

One way of evil is a meme, so what is the other way?

besides.

He couldn't help asking:

"What about unspeakable?"

"How to become unspeakable?"

The corridor suddenly fell silent.

Members of the death forum looked at Zhang Liang with an idiotic look.

Zhang Liang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized what stupid things he said.

The unspeakable is the unspeakable!

Never mention it.

Absolutely no discussion.

Especially in copies!

After a strange silence, neither the death forum members nor Zhang Liang moved.

But hurried footsteps sounded suddenly.

Snapped.

clap!

There was something invisible, and after a distance of two or three steps, he stood among the group of people.

The last masked man snorted, without even having time to react, his body melted directly and turned into black water.

On the steps he was standing on, there was only one black footprint left.

Seeing that footprint, everyone was shocked, and inexplicable fear crazily surged up.

"Leave the corridor!"

Without hesitation, the man in the blank mask rushed to the door of the floor he was on, opened the door and rushed in.

The rest of the people looked tense and quickly followed.

They've seen it.

This black footprint belongs to the strange story in the stairs.

It is the sound of extra footsteps, the fear of not being able to look back.

Wandering in the dark stairs, invisible and intangible, but with terrifying strength.

I don't know if it's due to lack of form or other reasons, even the power of the rules of the community can't be restricted!

Hiding in the elevator, everyone was cold, and there was only one thought in their minds.

"No one can deal with this thing!"

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