Before Poe quietly sneaked back into the hall down the slope, he lay on the ground like a gecko and looked down motionless for a long time. Only after he was sure that the tall woman was really gone did he dare to loosen his grip.
He spat out the sound in one breath. Even though the protective words under his coat were always there, he still felt that he would not feel at ease until the other person left.
The woman not only took away the humanoid objects, but also took away Zhouxian. Looking down from where he was at this time, although he could only see half of the hall, the place where Zhouxian fainted after being hit by the woman's hands,
But it happened to be within his field of vision. It was now empty and no one was around. He listened for a long time, but there was still no sound in the other half of the covered hall. He was gone, he must be gone, and finally
He's gone... Damn it, he just stepped on some shit.
Edgar Allan Poe slowly climbed down the gentle slope, looking at the bare gray concrete land around him, and really wanted to scold someone. For such a large valley, he had to design and adjust everything to find suitable words before he could finally present it.
It’s such an Edgar Allan Poe-esque scene; now we have to start over again bit by bit, what’s the difference between having to cut down the wood and build it up again after a strong wind blew down the house?
It would be much easier for him if he gave up Poe's novelistic visual presentation. Anyway, Poe has never read Edgar Allan Poe. He has only read the first two pages of "The Fall of the House of Usher", in which
One page was still an illustration of the House of Usher; but he knew that Edgar Allan Poe's style was higher than that of Stephen King - it was a pity that he had not seen the illustrations of Dante's "Divine Comedy", otherwise he would definitely have one.
He was lost in thought while going downhill. He walked into the hall and was about to return to the door of his room, when he was suddenly startled. It turned out that the woman named Lin didn't take the dead body away - come to think of it, who would touch one?
dead body?
The body of the young girl, still in the same condition as when she died, was lying at the door of the room; she looked sideways in the direction of Edgar Allan Poe, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to be a little expectant and excited. She was buried forever.
Frozen in the black pupils.
Poe stayed far away, turned around twice, finally stamped his feet, strode up, grabbed the trousers of the female corpse with a few fingertips, and pulled her away from the door; he didn't know
Where should I throw the corpse? I pulled it out more than ten meters away and threw it in the middle of the hall. It's not that no one is in charge here. If a dead corpse is thrown out, it will be taken away soon... right? Having said that,
, the power that operates and maintains this new game release space, what is its origin, is it a human...
Poe wiped the hand on his trousers that had just touched the corpse's trousers, then opened the door wide and looked inside. After he put away the words "山ridge" and other words, the place became a large empty room again.
, although it was big, he could see all four walls at a glance. He saw nothing strange, and was about to walk into the house when he suddenly heard a low rustling sound behind him.
It sounds like the sound of cloth rubbing on the ground.
Poe slowly turned his head, but in this empty hall, there was no one except him and the female corpse. His eyes fell on the female corpse and met her eyes. For a moment, he thought
When I couldn't get up, when I dragged her over and threw her down just now, what direction was the female body facing in the end?
Stepping into the door, the rustling cloth behind him followed him gently like a long snake in the grass. Poe's scalp exploded, and he hurriedly turned around again - just in time to see the female corpse.
He held his hands on the ground, his neck was limp, and he tilted his unsupported head, as if he wanted to get up.
"Why are you trying to hurt me?" Her chin pointed straight at the ceiling, her lips didn't even part, but her voice slowly leaked out of her throat.
A scream that he himself couldn't understand suddenly sounded from Edgar Allan Poe's mouth.
He rushed into the room in a flash, and when he was about to pull the door shut with his backhand, he found that no matter how hard he pulled, it didn't pull. He stood up with hair on his face, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the palm-long crack in the door. From the door
In the gap, a white human face with faint corpse spots appeared, like a pale full moon gradually rising above the horizon and into his field of vision.
The woman's hand was still outside the door where he couldn't see it, and she was probably holding the door handle tightly.
"Why?" she asked again.
She tilted her head, and her eyes seemed to have fallen into the corners of her eyes, turning deeply to reveal the large bloodshot eyes on the other end. When she made a sound, her lips, throat, and chest did not move at all. Looking down, she
His two feet were tilting outwards on both sides in a mind-numbing manner, and he fell to the ground.
...No one can live like this.
Edgar Allan Poe found that he didn't know when he had sat down. "No, it's not my fault." He covered his coat with one hand and kept secretly reminding himself that he had written protection, and said: "It's you who didn't look good.
rule……"
The female corpse slowly pushed a shoulder into the crack of the door, as if she was leaning sideways to squeeze in.
"I was going to remind you!" Poe shouted hurriedly, "It was Master Zhang... Master Zhang encouraged you to continue, do you remember? I was about to explain to you at that time... But, Master Zhang
He has been here the longest, and I heard that the deadline is almost up, so he must be hoping to stay a little longer..."
The female corpse stopped moving. She seemed to want to turn her head right, but with a slight movement, her head tilted and fell to the other side like a seesaw. Poe trembled with excitement, almost biting his tongue, and asked:
"You, you're not actually dead, right? Is it... ah, I understand, is there some protection for game creators here that we don't know about yet... So, you died and came back to life?"
"By the time limit," the female corpse's eyes were not looking at him, but seemed to be staring at his feet, and her voice was vague: "By what time limit?"
Not only does it look like a zombie, it seems that even the brain and thinking have been damaged by death. Although Poe was convinced that the other party was not dead now, and felt somewhat confident, he had to muster up the courage to answer.
: "Yes, you are new here, and you may not know many things yet. When the new game launch conference is full, each of our creators can only stay here for ten months at most... except for the young ones
When there are more people, the time limit for us to create the game here can be extended...until new members are sent in and the group is full of nine people again. So, there are some crazy people who want to keep it forever
If you keep the gap, you can stay for a few more days..."
