Chapter 1255 Past Time
Noisy music, crowded people, and chaotic squares made Fang Shenyan look out of place among the crowd.
It seemed like he shouldn't be in this environment, especially the right eye that was still bleeding, making him look like a weirdo suffering from an evil disease.
But the crowd around them turned a blind eye to this. They pushed, shouted, and shook the glow sticks in their hands wildly.
Fang Shenyan quietly rolled out of the square, glanced around sharply, and then looked solemnly at an office building in the south.
He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The minute hand on it stopped at the quarter mark, which was 20:15.
"She pulled me back to the past, why the past..."
Since the apparent end of the Living Dead Case, Fang Shenyan has been the only executor left in this project.
But this time, there are no rules, ways of survival, or ways of death in the project...
There was nothing left, only him and Fang Shenyan.
Fang Shenyan had expected that he must be hoping to get something from him by taking him away, so death in a short period of time should not happen.
As long as this ghost has a purpose, something may go wrong.
In other words, even if this game is a dead end, it is not without opportunities for change.
Since it is the past, there is one thing that we have to take a look at - the true origin of the living dead.
Fang Shenyan's thoughts were still very clear. He pulled himself back to the past. His intention was unknown, but it must be related to the living dead.
After all, the host's fate was personally caused by him.
In the past, he was not able to find out everything in the case, but now is the time. Maybe this is what he wants Fang Shenyan to do.
After embarking on this road again, Fang Shenyan's mentality changed significantly.
In the case, he did not actually go deep into the fireworks bureau, but looked down at everything from a bystander's perspective.
But now, amid the crowds and cold wind, the unusual smell in the real environment gave him a more real experience.
Fang Shenyan looked at the figures passing by, the faces with different expressions, the ordinary left eye and the bloody right eye. After the fusion, he felt a familiar feeling from these tourists. breath.
Familiar because he has seen it before, in the new world of the Horror House Project.
Those lively and enthusiastic tourists looked exactly like ordinary people, but the feeling they gave Fang Shenyan was the same as when he first saw the female teacher with high heels.
Even because there were too many people and the positions were more densely packed, the strange sense of dissonance became even stronger.
Fang Shenyan's steps towards the south tower involuntarily slowed down, and he began to slowly observe every passing tourist, feeling intense suspicion at the same time.
On the one hand, he suspected that all the tourists he saw before and after Orange Lake were monsters with eyes;
This speculation seems to explain why so many ordinary people in such a large area turn a blind eye to supernatural beings, death and blood.
But on the other hand, he knew very well that this place was actually a mysterious place created by him.
Therefore, everything seen and heard here may be false, fabricated by him to deceive and induce.
It was with this confusion that Fang Shenyan entered the South Tower, where it all began, for the third time.
……
"I said, how did you arrange it? Just put our backstage underground, why is the makeup mirror broken?
What's wrong? Those mirrors were all gray and couldn't even reflect a human figure.
You should quickly find someone to take a look at it and either deal with it or replace it with a new batch. ”
20:18.
Fang Shenyan entered the first floor of the south building through a path that no one had ever thought of, and witnessed with his own eyes the scene when the host was still alive.
In the dressing room, the host changed his humorous attitude in front of the stage and cursed at the staff on the other end of the phone.
"It's the mirror again."
Fang Shenyan stood at the door and listened to all this, and he was roughly sure in his heart that she should have appeared, and it was through the medium of the mirror. However, the host has not yet experienced any abnormalities. He is still handling the upcoming performance in the dressing room, and everything is as usual.
Fang Shenyan at the door didn't understand his intention, so he didn't dare to show his face rashly, so he just stayed outside the door.
"Xiaomei is really, it would be better not to get this sponsorship than not to get it. She worked hard to ask for help, but the result..."
The host inside was still complaining, but suddenly his voice disappeared inexplicably when he said this.
Fang Shenyan frowned and looked inside. As a result, the host who was still sitting on the chair disappeared out of thin air.
20:21.
He immediately rushed into the dressing room, stood where the host had been, looked around, and finally focused on the mirror.
The host's mouth was covered in dust, and the mirror that reflected no one could see anyone. At this moment, red blood began to flow from the upper frame of the mirror.
The red blood washed away the gray dust, and the sticky red mud covered the entire yellow table, dripping down along the edge of the table.
Fang Shenyan took half a step back with a solemn expression. The blood dripping from his right eye seemed to be worse than before, but he still stared straight into the mirror.
This mirror, which had been completely dyed red, was still dirty after the dust had dried, and could only barely reflect a blurry figure.
"The black shadow in the mirror is me, and who does the red blood outside the mirror come from?"
Fang Shenyan felt a strong omen of uneasiness in his heart. As soon as his eyebrows dropped in thought, he immediately pounced to the side.
There was a weird crunching sound from behind, like the sound of something breaking.
And then, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the dressing room, but in a strange environment full of clutter.
20:24.
Fang Shenyan, who came to the utility room inexplicably, lay flat on a dilapidated table, with his arms on his chest and his legs hanging naturally under the table.
He was fully conscious but had lost control of his body.
In the dim room, a weak sobbing sound could be heard vaguely next to my ears. The sound was very weak, but full of fear.
The left eye was blinking constantly, but the bleeding right eye seemed to be no longer part of Fang Shenyan's tissue.
It stared straight at the dark ceiling, moist blood dripping on the surface of the eyeballs, dotting the black curtain in the field of vision with a circle, a circle like a round eye.
The round eye in the black curtain and Fang Shenyan's bleeding albino eye looked at each other for a long time.
Then, a frantically trembling hand stretched out from under the table, and showed a finger above his right eye. The cracked nail was still stained with blood, and it was suspended above the eyeball in a downward posture.
Fang Shenyan couldn't move, and he felt a little nervous inside, but he didn't panic.
The dark ceiling was a black curtain. This was just an adjective, but he was sure that the round eyes he saw were real.
But it is difficult to tell whether the hand stretched out under the table is real or fake.
"Eye removal..."
Is his purpose to take away Fang Shenyan's albino right eye?
But why waste all this effort? Wouldn't it be more effective to kill him?
"Sa!"
The dirty finger suddenly came down and slid along the surface of the eyeball.
Fang Shenyan closed her eyes unconsciously under the instinct of the human body. Her whole body subconsciously trembled for a moment, and then suddenly regained consciousness.
"Dingle, ring, ring!"
A harsh bell suddenly rang under his feet, and Fang Shenyan returned to the dressing room with no injuries on his body, including his albino right eye.
The time came to 20:27.