Rules Quirk: This Death Prompt Is Not Right!

I patted my chest with lingering feelings.

Fortunately, the window was not opened just now.

The buzzing sound outside lasted for a long time, probably seeing that it didn't affect Lin Cang, so the sound gradually stopped.

Looking at the phone, the contacts on the phone are still empty, and there are no letters.

He frowned, took his sister's diary, and flipped through it several times.

I wrote all the rules on a piece of paper.

There are only two short ones on it.

At first, Lin Cang thought that he was now playing the identity of his sister, but now he has doubts about the role he plays.

As night fell, the diary on the table became more and more intense, as if it had been splashed with blood, and the light red gradually turned into a deep red, like dried blood.

Lin Cang's mind was chaotic, and he was rummaging over and over with the new words that appeared in his sister's diary.

Finally, he found some clues.

In her usual diary, my sister always uses it to call the sweeping robot.

But at the time of the first sentence, I was afraid that he would sweep his brother's footprints.

He is used here, not it.

Who is he referring to?

So far, I was the only one in the whole house.

There are no such parents and grandmothers as there are.

As night falls, the third day arrives quickly.

The sweeping robot outside sounded and rumbled to the door of the room.

Lin Cang walked out and found that the sweeping robot did not come to his door, but to the door of his brother's room.

The sweeping robot that was originally unplugged from the socket does not know when it was plugged into the socket again.

Lin Cang walked over and unplugged the socket, put the robot back in its original position, and the robot stopped being restless.

It was not yet nine o'clock, when Lin Cang opened his brother's door and walked in.

The brother's room is blue in tones, there are some balls in the corner, and a beautiful girl figure is placed on the cabinet next to the table.

After touching it carefully, this beautiful girl figure still has a wet breath.

It's like I've been washed.

There is nothing else else.

Lin Cang seemed to have something in mind, so he quickly went to his sister's room and took the handsome guy standing sign on the cabinet.

Carefully wiped with a wet wipe, wiped it again, and placed it on my sister's desk.

After doing all this, Lin Cang thoroughly understood.

My initial guesses were all wrong.

He doesn't play the role of a sister, no, it can't be said exactly.

The first half of him is indeed the role of his sister, but since coming to this villa, his role has completely reversed, and now he is the older brother.

The original text message was replaced by a diary.

The diary is updated daily, just like the previous daily text messages.

When I came to the staircase, I found that the box was back in its original position.

The box is upside down, and there may be something inside.

The scratches that appeared on the dust yesterday are also gone.

The bathroom light was turned on and his wet wipes were taken out of the drawer.

I haven't entered the bathroom, which is still cramped, with some skin care products on it and a lipstick.

It was my sister's lipstick.

Lin Cang put his sister's lipstick in the cupboard, cleaned up the contents, closed the door, and turned off the lights.

He hadn't actually seen it here.

But I experience that weird gaze all the time.

That gaze stared at Lin Cang quietly everywhere.

Both outside and inside the room.

Only when sitting on the sofa will that gaze disappear briefly.

The crows outside were chirping and even though the weather was fine outside, Lin Cang didn't open the window.

The figures lurking in the woods did not disappear, opening the windows to allow them to slip in at any time.

The crow always stood in one position on the tree, and from the moment he entered this villa, it was that posture and has not changed until now.

Twelve o'clock at noon.

The TV was on, not a snowflake screen, but a report was playing.

[At twelve o'clock tonight, the community will send someone to check the safety equipment of each house, please let him enter the door to check the fire facilities after confirming that it is a community member]

The host just said a word, and the report disappeared completely.

The handwriting on the TV is black.

But this is TV, after all, and not something written on paper. If it affects the TV, then the red handwriting presented by the TV is likely to be black in your own eyes.

Lin Cang didn't dare to take the risk.

He chose to go back to his sister's room and took out the diary.

The diary is still in the same handwriting as it was, and nothing else.

It seems that there is no way to get useful information from this diary.

He set his sights on TV.

There are three things that can give yourself clues now.

TV, diary, and cell phone.

He sat on the couch and stared at the TV all the time.

At nine o'clock in the afternoon, the cartoon on the TV was shown on time.

This time two rabbits appear on the screen.

One of the rabbits was obviously a little bigger than the other.

The bigger rabbit said to the smaller rabbit.

"‖ don't open the door to strangers"

"Don't follow strangers"

"Don't take what strangers give"

There was only this one picture, which was played over and over again three times.

This is a powerful reminder.

Don't open the door to strangers.

People in the community are also strangers.

It can affect more than just living creatures, like the wardrobe inside a mother's note.

That's not a living creature.

The television should belong to a being between two realms.

It is affected at a certain time, and good in another part of the time.

Waited on the couch until twelve.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Walked to the door, peeked through the cat's eye and looked.

Outside was a man in yellow with a large hat and a box in his hand.

It looks a bit like a toolbox.

He had a sign on his chest with the words "community members" written on it.

The rest is not clear.

It was dark outside the entrance, after all, it was twelve o'clock at midnight, and the lights outside were not on, so I could only barely see this person.

You can't see anything next to it.

Looking past the cat's eye, the man was standing, without any movement.

But the knock sounded again, who knocked on the door?

It can't be the man in front of you.

This picture made the hearts of everyone present wrench.

The sound of knocking on the door seemed to knock on everyone's heart.