Survival Qualification Test

In fright, one of the phones could not be held on the ground, the light source jumped a few times and faced the corner of the wall.

The uncontrollable scream almost jumped out of the throat, and Yuanrong fell to the ground softly, and even touched the mobile phone for a long time, and the trembling flashlight hit it again-

Where else is there?

Odrent crouched down in confusion and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yoko isn't, isn't dead--!" Yuan Rong panted, yelling when he saw Audrent's unclear face, "You won't miss it? Just now she was right behind me." !"

"No one behind you," Odrent pulled him up and said patiently, "You are the only one behind me. I didn't see anyone else."

"Impossible?!" Unbelievably swept the flash in disbelief, the blood stains on the strange pattern of the ceiling, the bright red dense walls, the light hit it, and it twisted into a strange shape, "She also told me In a word, why did you enter her room!"

"I really didn't see it or heard it," Odrent shook his head, comforting, "You are too nervous. She is dead. Everyone has witnessed her body, and it is impossible to survive a little. ."

After calming down and thinking again, Yuanrong only felt horrified.

A person who is supposed to die so that he can no longer die, a person who sees it as he sees it, and who Odrent cannot see.

He suddenly chuckled: "I finally know what the test is. Not the escape of the secret room, nor the suspense of reasoning...Aud, have you seen Ju Guo's famous horror movie?"

The tall man shook his head: "I rarely watch movies."

"The horror of Ju Guo's horror film is unique in its ubiquitous "strangeness" and psychological depression," Yuan Rong took a deep breath. "It's really unfriendly to people like me who are afraid of ghosts."

He twisted the door handle of Yoko's room again. Fortunately, when Yoko left the room, the door was not locked, and the door opened slightly.

A typical, adolescent room.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the door was the cloth dolls piled randomly at the foot of the bed. The bed sheet is a quiet gray-blue, and the gray quilt is very neatly folded into squares. It seems that Yoko is a well-organized person.

The wardrobe, desk, and computer are all very new, and it seems that they have just been bought.

Yuan Rong thought "Sorry" and opened the wardrobe. In line with Yoko's rebellious period, many clothes that are too mature for this age come into view, such as low-cut suspender dresses and lace pleated skirts. There are also some European and American punk style short T and contrast stockings, which are cluttered in the lower layer and not hung.

He put the focus of the search on the desk-this year's girl, if she has any concerns, he will find ways to express it, slammed in the text, or other carriers.

The desk is very neat.

The new notebooks are put together in the corner, the workbooks and textbooks are neatly stacked together, and the pen case is open, exposing a few of the most common models of neutral pens, no fancy gadgets that girls like. A pot of small cacti is next to the glass.

On the second floor of the desk are a few CDs, cluttered around the corners, mostly rock albums of underground stars that the original acquaintances don't know. On the right of the second floor are some very old novels. What are the young masterpieces such as "Anne Diary", "Little Princess" and "Gone with the Wind"? I can see that the owner of the book loves them very much. They carefully wrap the cover with newspaper and use beautiful fonts on the spine. Jane rewrites the title of the book.

The top is full of crafts, piano music boxes, wool felt animals and the like, as well as some sequin greeting cards and small paper strips, which are estimated to be gifts for birthdays.

Yuan Rong basically turned over the textbooks and workbooks, and looking at the fonts alone, it was hard to imagine that the master was a domineering little princess. The whole is elegant and free, but the word foot is neat and steady. The owner must be a meticulous and confident person. In the blank space of the textbook, beautiful small characters are filled with notes, and the introduction of marking symbols is intuitive, and it is an excellent student with a self-learning system.

All these small details interweave a young girl completely different from Yoko.

People can't pretend to be in the details-the original content can be quite certain that Yoko is disguising himself.

Why should she pretend to be so unpleasant? Even this disguise may have led to her embarrassed transfer. Yuan Rong doesn't think that the character of meticulous top students will be unable to stay in the National Harmony, so that it is difficult to solve the problem without transferring to school.

Odrent suddenly said, "Rong, look at this."

Yuan Rong put down his homework book and turned his head to look around. Odrent opened the thick velvet curtains, revealing the windows covered with rain marks.

What is unique about this?

As the original appearance approached, the sound of rain became clearer, and through the interweaving water marks, ignoring the reflection in the house, the original appearance suddenly saw the residents outside the window!

Yes, tenants.

In this street where you can only find a house in the Shenmutian family, when did this family appear?

Yuan Rong was so shocked that he didn't dare to gasp, fearing that the light would disappear in the next second. I saw the light on the first and second floors of the house, and the room facing the window suddenly flashed a slim figure. Ever!

He stepped back in disbelief: "Below, there is obviously no other house..."

Odrent didn't answer, but slammed the latch and pulled the window open.

At the moment when the window was opened, the roaring wind blew through the rainstorm, and wet the velvet curtain. Yuan Rongqiang endured the rain on his cheek, but saw nothing.

It seems that the soft light seen through the window is just an illusion filled by the tired brain.

But Yuanrong can be very sure, that is by no means an illusion. He vigorously closed the window, which was strongly driven by the wind, and the little shackles appeared again.

He asked softly: "Aud, what do you think is going on? There is only the illusion in the reflection?"

"Time fragments stored by space-time or abnormal magnetic fields," Odrent whispered. "Perhaps, this is an important clue for the tester to observe."

Both were silent, staring quietly at any wind in the phantom in the window.

After a while, the lights on the first floor went out, and the slender figure appeared in the room directly opposite the second floor. She fell short and seemed to be sitting at the desk.

Yuan Rong stared closely at the unclear gray shadow and followed her trail to do the same thing, trying to restore her actions.

Grey Shadow sat for less than half a minute, stood up again, and... higher.

"What is she doing? Is..."

Odrent handed Yuan Rong over the stool: "She stood on the stool."

Yuan Rong also stepped up. He was taller than Gray Shadow, stepped on the stool, and bent down to see the hand marks of the poor stitches of the third layer of wool felt bunny on the desk.

In the next scene, the tightly-trained and carefully staring Yuanrong almost stretched a leg from the stool.

Odrent's eyes were fast, and a big hand firmly supported the original thin waist: "Be careful, now you are easily injured."

"No...no..." There was a murmur in the original brain, as if the thunder burst in the ear, the tight expression was stimulated and collapsed to be unable to think, "She... committed suicide..."

Grey Shadow stood quietly on the stool, hanging his head, wondering whether it was in mourning for the tragic and short life, or the last tears were flowing. Immediately, she stretched her arms and threw out something in her arms. The little head stretched forward, and the whole person was out of force, so she left the standing stool and hung in the air.

The original Rongmu raised his head and the stool was diagonally above, which was exactly where the bedroom chandelier was. He stretched his arms involuntarily, trying to touch the only source that exudes cold glory, and suddenly, a warm arm forcibly took him irresistibly off the bench.

The big hands immediately covered his cold and stiff face, trying to transfer heat from the palm of his hand to the trance-shocked child; as ever, his deep and steady black eyes vaguely changed the look of worry, and looked closely into the black scattered eyes of the crows. .

"Wake up, original appearance. You are original appearance, you are not her, and you have not experienced her..."

But the child is still shaking. He had not eaten or drank for more than six hours, his body fat rate was low, and his metabolism could not keep up with his coldness. Now he is trapped in the illusionary nightmare.

Odrent sinks his eyes, they think this copy is too simple.

It seems that there is no ordinary life of any crisis, but there is a mysterious force that common sense science cannot explain-even more impossible to start.

Wrapped tightly by the heat source, the original face slowly breathed out a cold air, blinking tiredly: "I just seemed to have entered the world of "her". I saw myself throwing that rope, endless desire for life Wrapped up with my desperation... I want to cry, I want to cry, I want to make a final vent to this cruel world, but I can't do it... I stretch my head slowly, I want to stop, I want to stop her , But it's useless..."

"Okay, okay, you've done well enough..." Odrent whispered to comfort him, "Think about the wonderful things. Imagine that you are boating by the lake, and the warm sunshine passes through the rippling lake water. , Very clear; the cool wind engulfed the tide of the lake water, and swept your arm... You stretched your feet into the cool lake water. There are fish and shrimp hidden in the lake water, wandering at your feet... how, Are you more comfortable?"

Yuan Rong took a deep breath again, revealing a reluctant and tired smile: "Thank you, Aude. I feel much better. How do you know how to relieve tension in this way? I mean, you don’t seem to understand psychology Learners."

Odrent smiled gently: "Some recruits, although they have undergone various trainings, but once they see blood on the battlefield, they can't help vomiting, nausea, or even mental breakdown. You have to use some soothing means to avoid These little babies die young."

The original could not bear to laugh out loud: "Your analogy is really appropriate, am I also the kind of "little baby" in your mouth?"

"No," Odrent looked at the original eyes very seriously, "You are a big baby."

His cold and calm face, so suddenly staring straight at you, when you are seriously saying the most popular words in 2000, you are really a bit irresistible.

Harmony turned his head uncomfortably, his face was a little red involuntarily: "Okay, don't tease me, give it a boost...Come on for clues...you go to the window to see."

But when Odlent looked out of the window again, the whistling rain returned to darkness outside at night, and there was no more light.

Yuan Rong carefully surveyed the things on the desk, and the books covered in the cover were carefully removed and read. In the "Anne Diary", he suddenly turned to a piece of paper with notes.

"...It's nice that she has an older sister. But I'm not bad. I have Yoko playing with me."

this is……

Yuanrong quickly turned the pages of the book, and another one read: "Annie and her mother have a bad relationship, but her father loves her very much. And my mother and father only like Yoko and don't like me....I still don't want to appear in them. Right now."

As it turned out, a series of unexplainable clues have been connected together since then.

Hara Fong, who was surprised, showed these words to Odrent: "I can finally understand Yoko's abnormality."

——Yoko suffers from split personality.

A well-organized but cowardly personality with a cowardly personality; a personality that is rebellious and capricious, but lively and cheerful to be loved by parents.

Excellent personality, that is, the owners of these carefully wrapped book classics rarely appear, occasionally leaving a few sad and sad words; rebellious personality, the owner of those punk style clothes is a little princess known by friends and family.

Odrent nodded thoughtfully: "So, what's the reason for her suicide?"

Yuan Rong paused, a little frustrated: "I haven't got a clue yet, but I think the reason for transferring with her is still inseparable."

He glanced at his watch suddenly: "It's almost 12... Are you sleepy?"

Odrent shook his head: "Not sleepy. You can sleep if you want to sleep, I'll be vigil."

Yuan Rong was a little embarrassed: "Never mind. We are all ordinary physiques now. I can't explain it when I sleep on your vigil." After finishing the words, I looked at Odrent's cold face with a gentle expression, and suddenly remembered the trouble I just made. unhappy. He stiffened his attitude: "Let's find clues quickly so as not to get moths out."

That being said, when Yuan Rong turned over the entire desk, but had no gains, the upper and lower eyelids could not bear it anymore and began to fight. He held on, and fumbled again to see if there were hidden drawers, trying to find a diary or notepad, but unfortunately not.

Odrent roughly dealt with the **** debris in the middle of the room, and paved a thick layer with magazines and newspapers, which was considered to be a steal.

He put up the bedding delivered by Mrs. Shenmutian, put the sleepy child into the quilt, and turned off the light.

Before falling asleep, the original question vaguely asked: "Are you really not sleepy?"

"Even at the average level, my physical fitness is much better than yours. Don't worry about me, be good, go to sleep."

In fact, there was a slight pain in the stomach because of no food, but it was trapped in the soft bedding, and the original content could not help but disperse the consciousness.

He woke up suddenly.

In his sleep, there was a faint noise of "dong", and he woke up gasping, as if it was the sound of a heavy rain outside the window hitting the window.

With five fingers out of reach, Yuanrong dare not determine the time. He touched his watch confusedly, it was more than five o'clock. He dared not sleep again, and found that the reason for the dim room was that the thick velvet curtains were covered, so he got up and pulled it apart, and he was left in place for the next second.

God... still dark.

The endless torrential rain covered all the places where the sight could be touched, and the clangs without fatigue hit the surface of everything, and the wind screamed viciously, as if mocking his involuntary power.

He was the only one in the room, quietly, and the original content could only clearly hear the trembling sound of "dong dong" when the heart was just getting up, and could not help but hair. He put on his jacket and went downstairs quickly. The stairs were groaning in the darkness, as if there were thousands of ghosts breathing in the dark.

His uneasy whispered: "Audrent? Where are you?"

No one answered.

The slight uneasiness broke up when he smelled the faint aroma of the cereal downstairs.

It was originally making breakfast.

......He was so out of control last night. When he was awake, he was so embarrassed that he was about to hit the wall. He thought awkwardly and would apologize when he sees him.

But the moment the slippers slowly reached the first floor, he was stunned.

Through the living room, one can vaguely look into the kitchen interior, half covered by curtains, where...stained with blood.

The blood gurgling and tingling in the retina flowed quietly from the tiles behind the curtain to the tatami in the living room, with a strange color.

Yuanrong trembled step by step, and opened the curtain.

On the cabinets, on the tiles, and even on the stovetop, the pan was sprinkled with crackling blood in the oatmeal still burning hot aroma on the stove.

In the pile of flesh beneath his feet, he saw the fiber of the black sweater that Odrent was crushed.