Chapter 241 My Name Is Han Yimo

My name is Han Yimo.

I didn't lie.

No, it seems I did lie a little.

But it doesn't matter...

Can anyone come and save me?

Damn, my life is stuck! !

Why? ! Who can tell me why? !

Why am I always wandering on this day? !

Is it a curse? Yes, it must be the curse caused by that incident, otherwise I can't explain this phenomenon at all.

But I really can't blame myself for that incident, I already know that I was wrong.

But the problem is that no one has given me a chance to atone for my sins!

As the owner of an old forum, I am more anxious than anyone else when I see the number of views on the forum decrease every day.

I really didn't think so much at the time, I just wanted the forum to be more popular.

So I found a photo of a beautiful woman on the Internet and made up a story. Although the story is a bit unsightly, I swear it was really made up by me. The girl didn't know the uncle next to him at all.

But who would have thought that the girl and I were in the same city? !

Who could have thought that this incident would spread faster than the plague? !

I clearly deleted the post immediately, but netizens lost control...

They were like leeches that had been hungry for a long time, and accidentally saw a piece of fat meat that was sizzling and bleeding, and they pounced on it.

Countless people said that this girl was a slut, a prostitute, and a new-age Pan Jinlian.

Some people even swore to tell other black materials about the girl, one or two of them said they had slept with her, and they said it in a very convincing way, and even attached a few photos where the face could not be seen clearly.

I never thought that human nature could be so bad, so I posted a statement immediately, saying that the previous story was made up by me, and the girl in the photo had nothing to do with the uncle.

But my rumor-refuting post received very few views and quickly sank to the bottom.

I couldn't stop netizens from searching her, and I even heard that many people found her home and sprayed dirty words all over the wall with paint.

The girl couldn't bear the large amount of abuse and rumors on the Internet and in reality, and eventually committed suicide.

And my curse began from that day.

Three hours after the girl committed suicide, the whole earth began to shake, as if the gods were angry.

I clearly remembered that I died in the earthquake, but I turned around and dreamed that I came into a strange room.

What happened next was too scary. The game in that room was called "Liar". The eight of us sat together and needed to vote for the liar.

But no matter who I chose, I would be brutally killed by the sheep-headed mask in the end.

This dream was too real.

After being killed in the dream, I would go back to the day before the earthquake, and then watch the girl being abused by people, and finally received the news that she committed suicide, and then died in the earthquake, and then dreamed again.

Day after day, my life was stuck.

What kind of curse is this?

Why can this curse be so powerful?

Was I cursed? !

After being killed by the sheep-headed mask more than ten times in a row, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I was ready to find a way to break the deadlock.

If I can't get rid of this day, I will definitely collapse.

Since my curse comes from this girl, I am ready to save her as much as possible in reality.

After all, I am wandering on the same day and can know everything that happened on this day.

Through the information dug up by netizens, I came to the girl's home, which has been ruined by the group of "messengers of justice".

There was a lot of red paint splashed on the door, and the word "bitch" was written all over the wall.

When I knocked on the door, the first thing I saw was the girl's fully armed parents. They had black eye sockets, messy hair, and kitchen knives and spatulas in their hands, as if they were ready to fight with people at any time.

I told them why I came, but they didn't believe me until I said I was a "rumor maker", and their expressions changed.

I thought they would let me see the girl, but the girl's father hacked me to death with a knife.

I really brought this upon myself.

Who can understand how devastated I am?

After being hacked to death, I still couldn't get rid of this curse. I was dreaming again!

It's still that broken room! It's still eight people! It's still a "liar"! Still dead!

Damn, who can tell me what choice I should make?

I am a fucking liar!

This game has too many loopholes. Even if everyone chooses me, I will die. If no one chooses me, I will die too.

I suspect that this game exists just to kill me.

I was really going crazy during those days. Every time I opened my eyes, it was either before the earthquake or in a dark room.

I would die anyway. I found that the god of death seemed to have a sickle on my neck and forced me to do radio gymnastics. I would die if I moved, and I would die if I didn't move.

I felt that I was about to collect all the ways to die in the world.

In order to get rid of this terrifying state and not receive the tragic message from the girl, I locked myself in the closet every time I woke up.

I knew that escaping was not a good idea, but I really couldn't think of a better idea.

But gradually, I would see the girl's photo in the darkness.

It was like it was engraved in my eyeballs and could not be erased.

After a while, I could hear the girl's voice.

She whispered in my ear, saying that she was in pain and that she died unjustly.

A few days later, I always felt that the girl would stand beside me in the dark.

I have never been so scared in my life.

Since then, I can no longer enter a closed and dark environment... otherwise the girl's illusion will appear and tell me how unjustly she died.

Yes, I know you died unjustly... I am trying to save you!

It was not until I reincarnated more than thirty times that I finally saved the girl.

But the cost of this rescue was a bit high, because I killed the girl's parents who had been preventing me from seeing her.

I knew I was crazy. I killed two people to save one person.

But do I have a better way?

No, if I don't save this girl who is about to commit suicide, my curse will never be lifted.

I told her that I did everything and hoped that she could forgive me, but her mental state looked very bad and she soon became unconscious.

She should have suffered from severe depression and now her mind is full of thoughts of suicide.

After reincarnating three or five times, I finally found the right way to save this girl.

First I will kill her parents, then tie the girl up and control her, then use a towel to cover her mouth to prevent her from biting her tongue and committing suicide. If possible, it is better to cut off her hands and feet, so as to be safe.

Is this perverted?

Yes, very perverted.

Although I look no different from a perverted killer, the funny thing is... I am trying to save the girl's life.

But what the hell is this curse? !

I clearly saved the girl, I clearly let her survive!

But the earthquake still came!

I came to the room in my dream again!

It's time to vote again! It's coming again!

Go away!

Ahhhhhhhhh!

Who can come to save me? !

After almost seventy or eighty reincarnations, I completely gave up the idea of ​​saving the girl.

Because I found that no matter how many times I saved her, the terrible earthquake and nightmare would still come.

At this time, I also had another idea... Could it be that my curse has nothing to do with the girl?

The nightmare at night is my curse?

If I want to escape, I have to crack the "Liar" game at night?

This thought makes me excited.

Is it because I didn't choose the right "Liar" that I return to this day again and again?

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