This is what Churchill said. It originally refers to those who are tortured by depression, but it also reflects other phenomena of the human mind.
This city seems to be shrouded in darkness, and this darkness comes from people's hearts.
Xu Shuo arrived at the third floor, which was Qiuzi's residence. The smell of decay spread in the stairwell, which became particularly pungent on rainy days.
He took out the key from his backpack and inserted the rusty keyhole several times before successfully twisting it. The old iron door creaked open. The room was dark and damp, and occasionally there was the sound of dripping water coming from the toilet.
This place of residence is really not that good.
Xu Shuo turned on the dim light and saw a small house with one room and one living room. On the table were the leftovers from lunch. The grease had not yet solidified in the summer. Because the windows and doors were closed, the smell inside was a bit strange. .
However, this is a house that looks very shabby, but is still clean and tidy.
He closed the door and walked over to open the window in the living room for ventilation. The sound of rain falling outside instantly came in, and the curtains swayed slightly in the cool breeze.
Xu Shuo washed the dishes again dutifully. The kitchen and toilet were next to each other, and the space was very cramped. The faucet in the toilet could not be tightened, and from time to time a drop of water would fall into the bucket. The sound was very clear in the quiet room.
After that, he continued to explore this small rental house, trying to find something that could trigger the character card.
After all, after getting the character card, you can directly open all the life memories of the character, which will be more convenient for exploring the script and completing tasks.
Excluding the necessary daily necessities, Qiuzi has very few personal belongings.
There are a few frequently used contacts on the phone, and there are also a few chat records on social software, but they are all about daily exchanges such as "dance practice" and "rest". Xu Shuo flipped through them and took a few notes.
There is a large bed and a simple wardrobe in the room. There are various ballet costumes and girls' regular clothes in the cabinet, and there are no hidden compartments to hide things.
The dressing table was full of cosmetics he didn't recognize.
Suddenly, Xu Shuo saw an upside-down wooden frame on the top of the dressing table.
After lifting the things up, there was a photo of the two of them. The girls, who seemed to have a good relationship, were smiling brightly. They were sitting cross-legged in dance clothes and took this photo in the dance practice room.
Found a clue that might be useful.
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows, took out Qiuzi's mobile phone, opened the photo album, and found the same girl among a bunch of selfies.
In addition to Qiuzi and this girl, there are three other people who often appear in the camera. However, it is obvious that the girl who specially printed the photo has a better relationship with the character.
And their backgrounds are all in dance studios.
Could it be that this is the classic three-choose-one model?
Qiuzi is about to participate in a competition, which is related to ballet, so she practices until so late every day.
However, he was killed tonight.
Is it because of jealousy?
Xu Shuo rubbed the edge of the photo frame, sitting in the dimly lit house and meditating. The sound of rain falling outside gradually became quieter, while the sound of water dripping from the faucet in the toilet gradually grew louder.
It was as if something had appeared, the room became dark and dense, and the ticking sound was particularly harsh.
Xu Shuo turned his neck, and his dark, lifeless pupils shrank slightly and became a little sharp. The dim light above his head fell, and the girl's pale and delicate skin reflected the crystal colors.
The body suddenly became a little stiff, and the fingertips made a squeaking sound when moving. All these changes showed that this body was different from before.
Xu Shuo almost forgot that he was a dead person now.
Speaking of which, this body changes over time. It won’t be rigor mortis, right? It won’t have spots, right? No, right?
In this stiff state, the sticky feeling in the darkness became extremely clear, and the sound of ticking came from afar, like ethereal music.
Xu Shuo felt as if something weird was sticking to his back, and a cold and trembling touch hit his face. Moreover, he obviously no longer needed to breathe, but the feeling of suffocation and depression hit his mind.
But the next moment, his stiff body gradually relaxed.
The darkness was like sea water, with the tide ebbing and flowing, and the pressing sense of suffocation quickly subsided, and the patter of rain outside the window could be heard again.
The body returns to normal control.
Xu Shuo raised his hand and touched his soft neck.
What was that just now?
If it's the thing that brings Qiuzi back to life, then his time seems to be running out - that thing is asking for something.
Xu Shuo stood up and walked to the dressing table and looked at his face in the mirror.
The girl's face was still pale, delicate and weak, as if she was seriously ill. The pupils in her wide-open eyes were dark and lifeless, as if there was something strange flowing around, and the darkness was a bit scary.
Xu Shuo blinked, but it was no use, so his eyebrows curved into crescents and the corners of his mouth opened into a bright smile.
Even more terrifying.
He couldn't help rolling his eyes, stood up and fell back on the bed, then rolled around holding the quilt.
Today, the female police officer seems to have suspected that he is abnormal, and she does not know what the background of this world is. If there is really something weird that can be discovered...
After Xu Shuo wailed in his heart for a while, he sat on the dressing table again, looking at the cosmetics on it and lost in thought.
In one night, he should be able to learn how to put on makeup!
…
The city fell into darkness and silence.
The neon flashing lights gradually disappeared, leaving only faint street lights swaying in the wind and rain on the street. The rain became heavier and heavier, crashing on the ground and flowing into the sewer along the edge of the street.
The dark mouse was rummaging around the trash can, and when the water splashed, it quickly scurried into the alley like a frightened bird.
A figure wrapped in a windbreaker walked in the night. He looked around in horror and fear. His steps were extremely hasty, and he stepped heavily on the water-filled ground. It was not until a tower-like building was in front of him that he revealed his loose skin.
The expression of the tone.
The man rushed towards the building, as if something terrible was chasing him behind him, and threw himself in front of the closed door, and patted it hard.
"Is there anyone?! Is there anyone?!"
He didn't dare to shout loudly, so he could only lower his hoarse voice and scream tremblingly and urgently.
After shooting for a while, the heavy door was pushed open by his strength. When the man saw this, he was overjoyed and quickly ran in.
In the tall and spacious church, the huge cross attached to the wall shines brightly, and the colorful windows on both sides reflect the neon light, which is projected on the ground in an illusory and ethereal way.
Above the prayer platform, there is a figure with his back to the door, seemingly praying to the cross.
"Father! Help me!"
The man shouted and rushed over, kneeling on the ground in panic.
Hearing the sound, the person standing above turned around, with a slightly weathered expression on his face that was solemn but gentle.
But looking at the frightened, frightened, and unconscious man kneeling below, the compassionate priest slowly raised a smile on his lips, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Speak out your sins and the Lord will forgive you."
