Chapter 718 Riddler

"Did you agree to dig out his eyes?!" Everyone couldn't help but think of this sentence. Read

Looking at the empty back of Wen Liangshan's head, the fat man couldn't help but shudder. In the past, under the doctor's contrast, he often suspected that his brain seemed to be hollowed out, but from today on, he wouldn't, after all, the scene in front of him was too scary.

Shi Xiaoya's stomach was hollowed out, Wen Liangshan's brain was hollowed out, and the ghosts in this mission seemed to like to do such things.

"He had a chance to survive." Gao Yan sighed and said with regret: "It's a pity that he was not calm enough."

Everyone thought the old guy was talking nonsense.

The time was approaching, the surrounding space began to change, and the rain curtain gradually became sparse. Everyone could clearly feel that it was all about to end.

Meng Yumian, who killed Wen Liangshan, made a "whoosh" sound, standing in the rain in a red dress, with blood on his pale hands.

Then, the scene in front of them made everyone's heart tremble fiercely.

Meng Yumian opened her hand, and a round eyeball appeared in her palm, mixed with some red and white, tofu-like sticky substances, dripping from her fingers to the ground.

As Meng Yumian raised her head, her long hair was blown by the wind. Everyone saw her face clearly for the first time.

It was a fragmented face, with a collapsed cheekbone on the left, a broken nose, and a torn eye socket. Jiang Cheng's first reaction was that she was hit by a stone with sharp edges.

There were only two blood holes left in the position of the eyes, and blood was still flowing out, like two lines of blood and tears hanging on the face.

Meng Yumian first put the left eye into the eye socket, very good, tightly closed.

Everyone knew that this left eye was the one that Meng Yumian snatched back before she died, held in her hand, and belonged to her.

Then, Meng Yumian held up the right eye, that is, Wen Liangshan's eye, with two hands with sharp nails, and stuffed it into her empty right eye socket.

The action was cautious.

This scene is hard to describe in words. The fat man's face turned pale. He couldn't help but take a few steps back and forced his throat to prevent himself from vomiting.

The expressions of the remaining people were also very ugly. Everyone felt physically uncomfortable.

"Bang."

"Bang."

After getting the eyes, Meng Yumian jumped away. The stiff red figure disappeared in the direction of the equipment room. It seemed that he returned to the mirror again.

The strange story was not over, but at least they survived.

"Look!" Shen Mengyun suddenly pointed to a place.

It was in the direction of the grove. Shen Mengyun had been hiding there not long ago.

The rain gradually stopped, and the vision improved. Through the gaps between the leaves, they vaguely saw something there.

"It seems to be a person." The fat man opened his eyes, one big and one small, and suddenly said.

Sure enough, when everyone ran over, a pair of legs were exposed in the depression that Shen Mengyun had discovered before, and the upper body was buried in the withered yellow leaves.

After seeing the sweatpants on the man's legs and the running shoes with steel spikes on his feet, Jiang Cheng knew her identity.

Xiaolin.

She was the girl they were looking for, trapped in the abandoned playground ghost story.

Shen Mengyun pushed away the fallen leaves, revealing a calm face.

It was a girl, for sure.

Huaiyi went up to help, dragged the girl out of the depression and put her aside.

The girl was wearing sportswear, and her physique was much stronger than that of ordinary girls. Her muscle lines were obvious, and you could see the traces of regular exercise.

Like Xiaoting who was found before, Xiaolin had no scars on her body, and she looked as peaceful as if she was asleep, but she had stopped breathing.

"The body is still hot." Gao Yan retracted his hand, looked at Xiaolin's body and said, "She just died, and the time of death will not exceed half an hour."

"That is to say, she was still alive when we just came in." Shen Mengyun frowned.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Xiaolin. Strangely enough, this calm face actually frightened them more than Meng Yumian's face.

To be more precise, it should be uneasy.

Instinct told them that Xiaolin's death had nothing to do with Meng Yumian.

She looked more like suicide.

Xiaolin's two hands were placed on both sides of her body. Jiang Cheng noticed that her right hand was clenched into a fist. He walked up quickly, squatted down, and pulled up the right hand of the corpse.

The fist was clenched tighter than he thought, and he could only pry it open one finger at a time until a bloody eyeball appeared in front of him.

"Fuck!" The fat man was shocked. He had already had a shadow on this round thing.

Xiaolin actually had an eyeball in her right hand.

After Jiang Cheng dug out the eyeball, he pinched it with his hand, and then looked at everyone as if to confirm, and said calmly: "It's true."

The fat man was not feeling well.

Wang Qi stared at the eyeball, and after a moment, he said in a strange tone: "It seems that this eyeball is Meng Yumian's lost right eye. I didn't expect her to find it."

"But according to the task rules, finding the person who lost Meng Yumian's right eye can end the strange talk. Why is Xiaolin still trapped in the strange talk?" Shen Mengyun asked a very appropriate question.

Huai Yi also agreed: "Yeah, that doesn't make sense."

"Hehe, actually we can think about it in a different way." Wang Qi stared at Xiao Lin's peaceful face, as if some guess in his mind was confirmed: "Maybe Xiao Lin herself doesn't want to end the strange talk."

Because of some things that happened before, Huai Yi has always been wary of this man. Hearing this, he frowned and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Xiao Lin can only survive by staying in the ghost story. If the ghost story disappears or leaves the world created by the ghost story, she will die." Jiang Cheng stood up and looked at Wang Qi.

His face gradually pulled up, and Wang Qi's smile was actually a little hideous.

"What are you talking about?" The fat man looked at the doctor and Wang Qi, and felt that the riddle man was the most annoying.

"Let's go quickly, you can't get out if it's too late!" The fat man inadvertently glanced at the time on his mobile phone, and his anxious voice changed.

But the next second, he found that everyone was looking at him with a strange look.

There was a trace of pity in the gentleness. He seemed to have seen similar eyes somewhere, as if in a special public welfare column caring for mentally retarded children.

He watched the doctor sigh, then picked up the eyeball, and then didn't see what he did, and the rain in the world in front of him stopped instantly.

The strange feeling of the other world also completely disappeared, and various subtle sounds began to appear around, the rustling sound of the wind blowing the fallen leaves, and occasionally a few strange calls of unknown birds.

They were standing in a small forest, with almost all the leaves falling off. Not far away was an abandoned playground, which looked ordinary.

In front of them was a shallow pit, and Xiaolin's body was gone.

The fat man suddenly found that everyone tilted their heads and stared at him with expectant eyes, as if they were sure that he would exclaim next, or sigh "how amazing" or something like that.