Super thriller live broadcast

This sentence seems to contain special magic, and I feel that my thinking has become slow.

I was speechless, my body froze, as if I was soaking in an ice pool, and even my blood was about to solidify.

"It's a girl's voice. She's not very old, but it's not Yiyi. Who is she?"

"Is it Lu Xing pretending to be? Impossible. If it was Lu Xing, I would be dead now. He won't do such useless things. It is his style to seize the opportunity and kill with a knife."

"Could it be the maze designer's killer move? Is this his trap?"

My consciousness seemed to be lying on the edge of the abyss, unable to turn back, surrounded by darkness.

My body can't move, but I can still hear my heartbeat. I'm still alive, but my mind has become a little blurry.

"Guess who I am?"

"Guess who I am!"

The voice behind him became sharper and shriller, as if something was pricking his heart, recalling the most terrifying things.

"Who are you?" I spoke the question in my heart with trembling lips, but there was no sound behind me. The thing covering my eyes moved a thin crack, and I saw the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me.

I stood in front of the mirror. Behind me, there was a girl with disheveled hair and blood stains on her face. She stretched out her hands covered with wounds and covered my eyes.

She was wearing a light red dress, and the expression on her face was complex, including resentment and anger, but more importantly despair and pain.

"So it's you..." The first time I saw the little girl in red was in the tunnel car, she was sitting behind me; the second time I saw her was in the haunted house, when I was about to go to the third floor, she suddenly appeared She led me to another building. This was the third time I met her.

"Why do you keep following me?"

"Guess who I am?"

My question was not answered, and the voice coming from behind was monotonous without any change. It seemed that the words "guess who I am" had been firmly imprinted in her soul. It was precisely because of her obsession with this sentence that she continued to There is no detachment.

The gap between my fingers gradually widened, and through the gaps between my fingers, I noticed that the mirror in front of me became blurry.

Broken and fragmented pictures were imprinted into my mind along the girl's hands.

The banner of the amusement park read an advertisement from five years ago. A young father took his daughter to play in the amusement park. The girl was very happy and put on her favorite light red dress.

They had a great time that day and tried most of the entertainment facilities except the maze and the haunted house. They played from morning to evening. When it got dark, just when they were about to leave, the girl saw a clown.

He wears exaggerated eye shadow and uses clumsy movements to make onlookers laugh. People love funny clowns. But only the little girl discovered that the clown was not happy. There were blue tears on his face. He was a crying clown.

"It's dead, it's dead!" A voice came from the crowd, and everyone looked there. A child about the same age as the girl fell from the Ferris wheel.

The blood flowed under the young body like a blooming dahlia.

People crowded towards it, including the girl's young father.

"A dead person?" The girl had never seen death before. She saw a large area of ​​bright red, panicked and backed away, and happened to meet the crying clown.

"Want a balloon?"

The girl looked up and found that the clown who was originally crying was smiling extremely brightly. His big red mouth was completely split, revealing rows of teeth inside.

The girl was so scared that she shook her head and prepared to leave.

"Then let's play a game." The clown grabbed the girl's arm. The girl tried her best to break away and ran towards the crowd, but before she could run two steps away, her mouth and eyes were covered at the same time.

"The name of the game is Guess Who Am I?"

The subsequent scenes became somewhat bloody and cruel. The girl was hidden by the clown in a haunted house and tortured in a dark secret room. She became the clown's toy and played various games at the clown's request late at night. Sometimes the clown also In order to increase the fun, the girl will be deliberately placed in the maze and let her escape.

In the dark mirror world, the girl spent many late nights in such fear. In the end, she smashed the mirror, but facing more and seemingly endless mirrors behind the mirror, the girl despaired. She picked up the broken pieces. Glass, ended his life.

Then she saw her body being taken away by a clown, embalmed, wrapped in rubber, made into a doll, and placed in a haunted house.

She also saw that similar things were happening underground, in the cement of walls, and in many, many places. She wanted to stop them and kept wandering around.

"Guess who I am?"

Listening to the mechanically repeating voice behind me, I felt a little sad for no reason. The girl in red was one of the victims of this 'paradise'. She was resentful, but she did not turn into a ghost. This may be because Because of her extremely kind nature.

Thinking about it carefully, on the way here, I heard the driver say that there was an accident in the tunnel five years ago. The little boy who survived was the only one who survived because he listened to the advice of an older sister and curled up to protect his head. of.

Now I think that the sister in red must be the girl. She has been trying to save the tourists who were killed by the clown.

"I see."

Many questions were easily answered. For example, when I was driving in a tunnel, I saw a red figure behind me, turning on the safety device. That was the girl's reminder that I was being targeted and wanted me to leave quickly.

Also in the haunted house, I once saw a rag doll suddenly appear on the stairs. The doll looked ordinary, but it had a mole specially painted on its cheek.

This must be the girl trying to tell me to be careful about Li Manman. When I was about to go up to the third floor of the haunted house, she did not hesitate to show up in person to lure me away. From this, it seems that there is something terrible hidden on the third floor of the haunted house. thing.

She has been protecting me. While I was surprised, I also felt a little bit lucky and regretful. The previous live broadcasts were almost without any danger, which made me feel a little arrogant. This live broadcast did not even use self-defense talismans. It was really reckless not to redeem a few.

"The live broadcast of the underworld show is performed with my life. I must go all out. If I can survive this time, I will never be careless and underestimate the enemy in the future."

The pictures in my mind slowly dissipated, but the girl still had no intention of letting go. She covered my eyes, as if to prevent me from seeing the mirror in front of me.

"The girl didn't mean any harm. Why did she do this?" I glanced at the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me through my fingers. I don't know if it was my imagination. The originally blurry mirror became clear again. Under the illumination of the flashlight beam, Under the mirror, only my figure can be seen in the mirror.

But the weird thing is, I'm smiling in the mirror.

Smiling is a very common expression for everyone, except me. Since becoming the anchor of the underworld show, my mind has been occupied by various things every day. Smiling is a luxurious expression for me.

"The person in the mirror is not me!"

The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of me seemed to be the killing plot prepared by the maze designer and Lu Xing for me. I looked at myself in the mirror through the girl's fingers. After looking at it for a long time, I felt a particularly strange feeling. Feel.

It was as if I was locked in a mirror, I was in the mirror, and it was outside the mirror.

The boundaries between illusion and reality are blurring, and whenever I have doubts, the voice of the girl in red always sounds behind me. She always reminds me to believe in myself and don’t get lost!

Time has lost its meaning, and I don’t know how long after the stalemate, I stopped smiling in the mirror, and he stretched out his hands as if he wanted to step out of the mirror.

"How can this be?"

I watched myself in the mirror walking out, and soon his hand touched the mirror.

The smooth mirror surface was like ripples on a calm lake, and then something even more shocking happened to me.

Its hand passed through the mirror and turned from virtual image into reality. Its outstretched fingers grasped my head, and the cold breath spread throughout my body.

I couldn't move at all, and the girl in red behind me was trembling and wanted to leave.

"What the hell is this?"

Half of my body in the mirror has walked out, its body has been stretched into a deformity, and the monster's hands are getting closer and closer to me.

But just when those hands were about to touch me, strands of black hair came out of my pocket, like giant black pythons twisting and folding!

"Destiny ghost!"