A wooden cone-shaped object that looks like a top.
Different from the gyro toys launched by current toy manufacturers, it is more like something passed down from an era when technology was not so clear. It has a pure wooden rigid structure and is driven by a whip. This kind of toy was popular in an era that was at least 30 years ago. Twenty years ago this year, or even earlier.
In this Internet age with the rise of mobile phones and computers, the probability of encountering such a toy in a community densely populated with modern facilities is extremely slim.
It's more like an old object that someone forced into this environment.
As if responding to Shen Lin's thoughts, every time he blinked, unnecessary objects began to appear on the originally messy ground.
The toy rocking horse looks like a rocking car, with a scarlet color structure. It sways when no one is sitting on it, as if an innocent child is riding it happily.
The roly-poly can't tell the difference between a smiling face and a crying face. Its strange gaze seems to be looking at you no matter how you avoid it. The moment you look at it, you feel the coldness from inside.
"Boom!"
Within the visible range, there was a clear sound of falling to the ground.
"Liu Junwei, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you Liu Junwei!!!"
The neighbor next to him shook Liu Junwei desperately as he fell to the ground, and even started unprofessional cardiopulmonary resuscitation. But soon the fishy smell came, and the neighbor doing CPR screamed and backed up, unaware that he was deep in the fog.
Liu Junwei, who originally fell to the ground, began to age and rot at a speed visible to the naked eye. His stiff torso and wide eyes seemed to be accusing him of something. The strange rattle in his corpse's hand swayed and made a creepy sound.
Weird deaths, weird corpses, weird everything, it makes people crazy.
Why die? Because of toys?
There was a storm in the depths of Shen Lin's mind. He desperately wanted to figure it all out. His desire to survive made him not want to stay here and wait for death for a moment.
There is no doubt that the ghost's killing pattern has been triggered, as Liu Junwei's sudden death is enough to prove it.
Because you touched a toy? Or is it because of playing with toys? Why did the other party die?
These people still saw the toys, but they were safe and sound. What is the essential difference?
"Ah~~~"
There was another scream, and an aunt fell down within sight. She died silently, and her body began to rot, with the same fishy smell.
The only difference is that there are no toys in her hands at all.
Exactly the same way to die, but without toys, this is a qualitative difference.
When they couldn't see, she secretly played with a wooden horse or a tumbler or some other large toy?
Shen Lin shook his head, unable to think about it. Toys would not appear for no reason. The killing pattern was definitely related to it, but the directions were too varied.
Is there a problem with one type of toy? Or are there problems with everything? Do toys cause death? Or does playing with toys lead to safety?
"The situation has changed, and a variety of crude toys have appeared on the market. Basically, they are all wooden, and the style tends to be twenty years ago." Zhang Ming reported in a low voice. "The murder pattern has been triggered. Two people are known to be dead within sight. The method of death is unknown."
Zhang Ming felt troubled. Since the resurgence of terror, he had seen a lot of ghosts, but they all basically appeared in physical form. No matter how strange the ghosts were, they had their own rules. There had never been a situation like today, a silent death. It's like a non-existent god of death wielding a scythe, and you don't even know where it is.
"Pa~"
The sound of the stool falling caused bursts of screams. The sensitive nerves of the residents could not withstand any stimulation at this moment.
"I, I don't want to die! I, I, I just got a boyfriend, and I promised to accompany him to see his parents. We agreed to travel and get married."
The quiet girl with long hair collapsed on the ground, regardless of makeup.
Her collapse seemed to have a chain reaction, and people within sight suddenly wailed everywhere.
Even a few men who usually pride themselves on being brave cannot help but collapse when faced with the situation at this moment.
"I, let's escape, spread out, find a few people to attract the attention of the ghost, and the rest can get out."
someone shouted.
"Yes, yes, Shen Lin, you go ahead. You and Teacher Zhang are brave. Teacher Zhang is also capable. You will definitely be able to do it."
"grass!"
After regaining his composure, Li Meng ran over and kicked Zhou Fang, who was shouting, to the ground. He wanted to stomp a few more times.
"Why don't you go?"
"Either everyone dies, or a few of them die! Your choice!"
Zhou Fang simply broke the jar and shouted this with a ferocious face.
It's an obviously inciting sentence, especially on this occasion. Hope arises out of despair, even if it is a despicable hope, it is still hope.
There were echoes in twos and threes all around.
"Teacher Zhang and Shen Lin went to lure the ghost away. Teacher Zhang has experienced this kind of thing often and will definitely survive."
"Yes, yes, I beg you, we will each give you a sum of money afterward."
"Shen Lin, Shen Lin, your family is not rich, isn't it? My family has it. My family has a house. If you are willing, our family has a villa in my name. It will be yours afterwards. So many people have testified."
"Shut up, everyone!"
In the end, Zhang Ming did not let this farce go on. Due to the mist of the suspected ghost realm, these fools did not understand what the ghost realm represented. If it was a ghost realm, staying here would be much safer than running around, not to mention the surrounding area. There is a ghost spying.
"We need to get out."
Shen Lin plucked up the courage to speak.
He pointed at the toys around him.
"I have carefully observed the number of these toys. They are increasing and the speed is getting faster and faster. Sooner or later this area will be filled with toys."
"As of now, several people who died died strangely after the toy appeared. Although it is not clear what the specific murder pattern of this ghost is, it is definitely inseparable from the toy. We cannot stay here and wait for death. If Touching a toy is death, and the moment toys fill the air, we all die."
Toy? Zhang Ming observed carefully and found that the number of strange things was indeed increasing.
Gritting his teeth, he had no choice now. No matter from any aspect, what this young man said made sense. If he stayed here, he would probably be trapped in a ghost trap and wait to die.
"It's too foggy here. I'm not familiar with the terrain. You can lead the way."
Shen Lin responded and gave Li Meng a wink to take the lead. They didn't have time to argue over unimportant matters now.
Li Meng hurriedly followed behind him, while many street interviewers around him were still hesitating.
They seemed to be hesitating whether to follow them or act in batches.
Shen Lin was moving. He forced his legs not to tremble and walked towards the door of the auditorium in his memory.
The fishy smell hit him, and he saw the door of the auditorium covered in blood. There were many blood-stained corpses around, and the shoe prints on their bodies were all over their clothes.
Apparently died from a stampede in a panic, rather than being killed by a ghost.
Glancing at the number of people behind him, there were three people, Li Meng, Zhang Ming, and a timid girl, Sun Yue. His college classmate is also one of the few people in the entire community who can talk to him.
"Our location is in the center of the third floor of the neighborhood committee, with stairs on both sides, and the road to the stairs is dozens of meters long," Shen Lin said.
He was giving those following him a reminder of where they were going.
It was calm along the way, and everything in the mist seemed to contain no terror except the unknown and darkness. Seeing that the staircase in their memory was about to appear in front of them, the joyful smiles on the faces of the four people could no longer be suppressed, and the light was right in front of them.
One step, two steps, three steps, here it comes!
"ko~~"
Like a roar in his mind, Shen Lin saw the event he least expected to encounter in his imagination.
What he saw in front of him was not the stairway on the third floor at all, but the door of a house.
I glanced at the house number, 503.
They just walked straight against the wall for tens of meters, and actually came from the third floor to the fifth floor.
No, the neighborhood committee itself is a special building. Its architectural layout is completely different from that of a residential building. What you see in front of you is obviously a residential building for daily living.
Next to the neighborhood committee is the community's sports training ground and a kindergarten in the community. The nearest residential building is far away from them. They span half of the community for nothing!
Ghostland, ghostland again.
The ghost realm is another world, a world controlled by ghosts. The five senses, orientation, geography, etc., are all controlled by ghosts at will. They have no chance to escape.
Suddenly, Shen Lin seemed to see something.
It was another existence in the mist.
It caressed the few remaining people in Room 503 affectionately, like a gentle mother caressing her child.
But the person under her hand began to decay with the touch, just like a century-old tree. The living person turned into a mummy in a few seconds.
What's even more terrifying is that the people around the mummy didn't seem to see all this.
It seemed to them that the mummy appeared out of nowhere, and they screamed.
Fear filled Shen Lin. Even though he imagined countless scenes of facing ghosts in his mind, this terrifying scene still made his heart feel like it was about to jump out. The feeling of depression can make a person go crazy.
"Buzz~~"
The roar from the brain seems to be a warning from the human body itself.
A pair of strange eyes looked at Shen Lin.
A frail woman wearing white clothes, she is dressed like a gentle woman from the Republic of China period. The skin around the eyes seemed to have dried up long ago, and the pair of round eyeballs seemed to be about to pop out of the eyes at any time. Under those strange eyeballs, they were full of white without any black embellishment.
The white mist seemed to be her arm. Wherever she passed, a steady stream of white mist began to erode everything. The whole world began to be filled with gray and white, as if it would turn into a gray and white photo with a realistic scene at any time.
Decay, indescribable decay, a decay that seems to swallow up everything.
The pungent fishy smell filled the air, and Zhang Ming finally felt something was wrong. He tentatively touched Shen Lin, but he saw everything at the moment of touching.
Depend on! What kind of ghost is this? He has never heard of such a ghost before. It seems to be able to make the whole world become an illusion.
This is definitely not something he can handle.
