Hidden Corners

Snapped.

A burning lighter was lightly thrown on it.

With a whimper, the flame quickly ignited the entire picture frame and began to burn the cloth wrapped in the outer layer.

The white cloth turned yellow, then black, twisted, and hardened.

Li Chengyi stood aside without saying a word, just watching the scene quietly.

The wind on the roof blew the burning flame slightly askew.

The yellow flames nearly burned his boots, and he had to step back to avoid the flames.

"Is it okay now?" He sighed and asked in a deep voice.

No one answered.

Li Chengyi frowned slightly and raised his head.

"Huh? Where's Zhong Ying??!"

Suddenly, he was shocked to find that Zhong Ying, who was standing opposite him just now, disappeared without a sound.

There was no movement. Zhong Ying, who was still lighting the picture frame a minute ago, suddenly disappeared? ?

None of the rest of them found out, and they still formed a circle at this time.

five people in a circle

Five people! ! ? ?

Zhong Ying is not here, so who is standing in her place! ! ?

Suddenly thinking of this question, Xindra Songran's face was terrified, and at the same time, he rolled to the side to distance himself.

Li Chengyi and Sima Gui pulled out their waist pistols almost at the same time and aimed at the fifth person.

At this time, everyone left, and the circle disintegrated and disappeared.

Only then did they realize that there was no one in Zhong Ying's position at this time, it was empty.

Li Chengyi and Sima Gui's scalps were numb, and they pointed their guns forward.

But at this moment, they realized that what they were pointing at was not Zhong Ying's position, but two different irrelevant vacancies!

Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.

Sima Gui was panting heavily, his face was flushed, and he felt short of oxygen.

"I, I, I feel uncomfortable? Zhong Ying was still there just now!?"

Li Chengyi didn't say a word, holding the gun firmly, staring at where he was pointing.

It was originally where Zhong Ying was standing.

But at this moment, something was seriously wrong in his senses.

His consciousness could sense that someone was there.

But the eyes cannot see each other.

His ears could feel that there was someone there, and the other party was standing there quietly, standing in Zhong Ying's position.

He could even hear the other party's dress being slightly rustled by the wind.

But he couldn't find it!

The two senses of eyes and ears are completely misaligned.

"Let's form a circle again! Let's try to restore it to the original state!" At this moment, Syndra suddenly called out.

Several people are in this extremely distorted uncomfortable feeling at this time. Hearing this, they are in the trust of Syndra.

Everyone slowly returned to the fire.

The strange thing is that even now that the picture frame has been burned, only the upper part has turned black and charred, and the rest has not changed at all.

"Surround in a circle!"

Syndra was the first to stand at the original position, said in a deep voice.

The second one was Song Ran, a man over two meters tall who was shaking right now. His broad, square face was twisted and pained everywhere.

The third is Li Chengyi.

He resisted the urge to put on the scale clothes, and stood back to his original position.

The last one is Sima Gui.

The guy's arms trembled, and he forcibly held his other hand with one hand. He clenched his teeth, his face turned pale, and he stood back to his previous position.

The four of them formed a circle, holding hands and connecting together.

But the strange thing is that there are only four of them holding hands with each other, but inexplicably, all four of them feel that there is a fifth person in this circle.

Obviously what he saw with his eyes was the four of them forming a circle, but in his perception, he felt strangely that they were five people standing together hand in hand.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Li Chengyi's hands felt numb.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, he raised his head abruptly, and looked forward.

Zhong Ying, who just disappeared, has returned! ?

Her face was expressionless, her white dress was burnt to a withered yellow, her hair and face were covered with blood and black ashes.

Li Chengyi was about to call her out.

Suddenly his whole body trembled, and from the reflection of Zhong Ying's eyes, he vaguely saw a familiar face.

It was a chubby, pale-skinned smiling face.

Bai Feipeng! ! ?

Li Chengyi froze, staring at the upside-down face reflected by his pupils.

The chubby, pale face seemed to be saying something to Zhong Ying silently, and waved at her, signaling her to follow him somewhere.

But at this time Zhong Ying, the person facing in front of him is obviously only Li Chengyi!

Boom!

Suddenly, Sima Gui from the side swooped and threw Zhong Ying to the ground.

The two rolled twice on the roof of the building, separated from each other, and lay on their backs.

Sima Gui gasped for breath, his face was covered with sweat, and he was completely exhausted.

But Zhong Ying passed out completely, her eyes closed, and there was no more movement.

Song Ran hurried over and began to perform CPR on Zhong Ying.

One minute, two minutes.

five minutes. ten minutes.

Zhong Ying was completely silent, and there was no more sound.

Song Ran's head was covered with sweat, and he tried his best to rescue him, but finally he sat down powerlessly and kept wiping off the sweat from his face.

"Hee hee hee"

Suddenly, a small laugh came from behind Li Chengyi.

He was trembling all over, and turned his head suddenly, just in time to see a pale figure standing in the shadow at the only corridor entrance on the top of the building.

He couldn't see the figure's face, but he was wearing the uniform of Dongliu Experimental Primary School, so he recognized it at a glance, it was Bai Feipeng!

Boom!

In an instant, Li Chengyi and Sima Gui raised their hands at the same time and fired. The two bullets hit the entrance of the corridor together, but there was nothing there, and there was no trace of Bai Feipeng at all.

After waiting for a while, after confirming that there was no movement, Li Chengyi and Sima Gui slowly relaxed their vigilance and turned their eyes back to Zhong Ying.

"Zhong Ying is dead." Xindela got up from Zhong Ying at this time, with an ugly expression on her face.

The other three fell silent, not knowing what to say.

The weird feeling just now and the sad feeling of sensory dislocation made it impossible for them to understand how Zhong Ying died.

And this method of death, if it was changed to any of them, no one would have the confidence to stop it.

From the beginning to the end, Zhong Ying suddenly disappeared, then suddenly appeared again, and finally fell to the ground and died.

During this period, their bodies seemed to have been disturbed by some kind of inexplicable, resulting in extremely poor state and disordered perception.

They can't even find the crux of the problem.

The cold wind kept blowing on the roof, as if someone was crying and howling.

Everyone didn't speak, and after waiting for their bodies to recover a bit, they got up and tidied up silently.

Li Chengyi looked at the painting in the fire, at this time the painting was completely charred.

but.

Their purpose has failed.

No matter what kind of preparation.

He walked to Zhong Ying's body and looked down at the woman covered in blood and burns.

"Bai Feipeng, what the hell is that little fat man!?"

"I don't know." Song Ran stood up with a heavy expression on his face, "Maybe it's not Bai Feipeng at all, but something else."

Looking at Zhong Ying's body, they felt chills. The mission of the company this time was to help Zhong Ying get out of the foggy street. But no one expected such an outlandish encounter.

Inexplicably, Li Chengyi suddenly thought, if he hadn't been pulled in by the flash of Wu Street in the dead corner at that time, but had been running out with the little fat man, looking for the so-called Wu Ji grocery store.

At that time, what will he encounter?

Wu Ji's grocery store is not in reality at all, but it is very likely to be in a painting, if he followed it at that time.

Li Chengyi couldn't predict.

He is different from Zhong Ying, he has a flower scale clothes, has the ability to speak flowers, and has his own cards.

What would happen in the end, he didn't know.

But no matter what, it will definitely not be like this.

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Zhong Ying's death did not have any splashes, just like a small stone being gently dropped into the stream.

Silently, even the stream itself was louder than her.

Her funeral was arranged and handled by Song Ran. It was simple, clean, and a professional company provided one-stop services. It only cost tens of thousands of yuan.

With no relatives, friends, or colleagues, she is an isolated body that no one cares about, and disappears without a trace in the world.

After the funeral was settled, Syndra went back to the company first.

Sima Gui also went to rest in other cities and did not stay.

Only Song Ran was responsible for cleaning up various problems after Zhong Ying's death.

Li Chengyi did not leave, but stayed behind. He thought about flashing in again after the foggy street recovered, trying to touch the little white flower. He is still not reconciled.

Star Old Street Candy Bar.

At night, Li Chengyi walked slowly along the old street. Except for a few shops with lights on, the deserted street was gray and dark.

The scorched black marks that can be seen everywhere add a lot of history to this block.

He walked back and forth on the street several times along the sidewalk.

But there was no movement, Fog Street seemed to be completely silent, and no memory flashed anymore.

'Could it be that the chance of memory flashing increases with the appearance of people with dead ends? ’ Doubts arose in his heart.

while walking.

He stopped suddenly.

Look up and look forward.

At some point, the street in front of him was shrouded in a layer of light gray fog.

At the end of the gray fog, in the twilight, under the street lamp, stood a fat white man in a primary school uniform, looking at him quietly.

Bai Feipeng.

Li Chengyi's heart was awe-inspiring, and he also stopped and looked at the other party.

"Shake, shake, shake, shake!" Behind Bai Feipeng, in the mist, no colorful halo flickered on and off.

That's the light of the slot machine.

call.

A gust of wind blew by, and the gray fog quickly thickened, and even Bai Feipeng and the slot machine began to pull away together.

It seems that there is an automatic conveyor belt under Li Chengyi's feet, taking him away from the block where the slot machine is located.

In a hurry, he quickly looked to the side at the foot of the street lamps.

Soon, under one of the street lamps, I found the gently swaying little white flower.

The moment Li Chengyi saw Xiaohua, he was sure and no longer anxious.

"I'll come back again." He took a deep look at the fat little Bai Feipeng.

Zhaoshan, Tianxing Street, Wu Street dead corner.

The only way for him to successfully obtain the flower language of the little white flower is to come here again after the flower god seat is vacated, and keep refreshing the dead corners of the foggy street.

Then enter again and again to absorb the flower gas.

This is bound to be a long process. It is also destined that he will get along with the slot machine and this mysterious little fat man for a long time.

The premise is that the blind corner of the foggy street will not disappear.

Swish!

Suddenly, he exited Wu Street, and the scenery of Tianxing Old Street was restored before his eyes.

Without hesitation, this time, Li Chengyi turned around and walked towards other blocks.

He has really determined that the dead end of Wu Street and the little fat boy Bai Feipeng are probably not in the same dead end at all, and the two are probably crossing the dead end!

Thanks to the two who rewarded thousands of points last week~

Mo Ci sits with candles all night

Drunken person

The drunken person who has been there all the time, without knowing it for many years... Thank you for your recognition of Lao Gun.