Chapter 64 They Will Kill You

The atmosphere in Lin Han's home is actually quite good. The family has lived in harmony until now, and there have been almost no quarrels.

As the youngest child in the family, Lin Han has always been the one who has been cared for since childhood.

Like Lin Han, Song Ziyi is the youngest in the family. They don't have the pressure of inheriting the family business, so they can do whatever they want and live a very comfortable life.

Song Ziyi was playing around and accidentally entered the gaming circle and gained quite a reputation. His family members were very supportive of him and played with him. Later, when New World was launched, it was natural for him to switch to playing New World and bring his whole family to play.

But Lin Han is different.

Lin Han previously worked at Twilight Enterprise, a PC gaming company. Although he clearly saw no future in the industry, he continued to work diligently and had no intention of changing. At that time, New World was advertising heavily, but he had absolutely no interest in the company. No matter how Song Ziyi tried to persuade him, it was useless. He even developed a rebellious mentality and really didn't want to play.

Coincidentally, his family members were just like him, never even bothered to watch it. Only his second sister had some exposure to it due to work, but she wasn't very interested. In short, there were six people in Lin Han's family, and they couldn't even find a game console at home.

At least that's what Lin Han always thought, if Song Ziyi hadn't said it today.

Song Ziyi: "You know what, these old ladies are quite popular now. They are a new idol group that is good at singing and dancing, and they even have a fan club!"

Lin Han: “…”

He rubbed his ears, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Song Ziyi came over, staring at Lin Han as if he was watching a good show, and added, "Magical plane."

Lin Han was stunned, and slowly met Song Ziyi's smiling gaze, already having some guesses.

"Bingo! You guessed it! It's the magical girl you were thinking of!"

Good at singing and dancing, idol, and magical girl, Lin Han has already imagined the scene in his mind.

The two old ladies are indeed very energetic and in good health, and they love to act funny, which is indeed something they can do.

Lin Han knew that they had also dreamed of pursuing the entertainment industry when they were young, but were stopped by their families, saying that it would have a bad influence. In fact, it was entirely because they were tone-deaf and had poor body coordination. It would have had a bad influence if they were to sing in public, and it would have truly brought shame to the family.

Later on, no one cared about them anymore. They had reached the age where they had to care about their reputation. They would occasionally hold a concert at home to satisfy their own pleasure, but Lin Han knew that if they were really given the opportunity, they would definitely not miss it.

The New World is a great opportunity.

According to Song Ziyi, his grandmother probably wanted to take his feelings into consideration by pretending to dislike the new world as much as he did, and even pressured other people in the family not to reveal it in front of him. But privately, when Lin Han was not around, everyone played by themselves.

Song Ziyi: "You know what? Grandma and the others might have looked intimidating when they were young. They didn't fight monsters or play ranked matches anymore. They just focused on leveling up and practicing their voices. Now they sing really well. I've heard them twice!"

Lin Han: "...You're really good at hiding things."

Song Ziyi said innocently, "If I tell them, they'll beat me to death. Can they blame me for that?"

"But it's different now. Let's go back secretly tomorrow without telling anyone in advance. Last time they asked me if you were playing, I said it was with another friend."

Song Ziyi hid the secret from both sides and was not exposed on either side.

However, Lin Han felt a little guilty because of him. His family had to pretend and they were afraid that they would not be able to enjoy playing games.

Song Ziyi waved his hand: "Don't worry! The last time you came home, I guess the two of them went singing together as soon as you entered the room. The game cabin was hidden, waiting for you to fall asleep."

Lin Han: “…” Wait for him to come back and take a look.

However, given how much his family members care about him, Lin Han cannot tell them about his experiences in the new world for the time being, otherwise the old lady will definitely hug him and cry.

Headache.

After exchanging messages with Song Ziyi, he went back to play games, while Lin Han went back to her room and lay down.

Lin Han slept quite a lot these past two days, but he lost consciousness almost as soon as he touched the pillow.

Lin Han was dreaming again, and he was back in the "haunted house" copy again.

He had had this dream once before, so when he dreamed it again this time, he didn't react much and didn't find it strange.

It was cold around him, and he was cold too.

Lin Han's clothes were still damp, with large bloodstains left on them after washing, and they had a faint stench.

While in the bathroom, he had wrung the clothes out very hard. The clothes no longer seemed to be dripping, and some parts even turned from dark to light due to drying, and no longer stuck to the skin.

This is Lin Han's limit.

But after a few minutes, the moisture remaining in the clothes will gather to the bottom edge of the clothes under the influence of gravity, and water droplets will fall down, splashing beautiful little water droplets on the dusty ground.

It was very quiet around, so the sound of dripping water was particularly clear.

Lin Han was a little surprised.

He seemed to be experiencing everything he had experienced before again in a dream, so he was very surprised that he had not noticed the sound of water before.

It's so obvious.

As Lin Han thought about this, he lowered his head and saw several splashes of water at his feet. Another drop was falling at this moment, splashing on the ground into many small water droplets. Because the ground was covered with dust, those tiny balls took a while to seep in, leaving traces that would soon dry up in the wind.

He saw the smell of shoes.

The pair of shoes that he had been staring at for a long time suddenly appeared in front of him, just like he discovered a drop of water.

It seemed like there was nothing there just now, but it suddenly seemed to have been there all along.

So it's strange.

Lin Han felt that he was also very strange.

In such an environment, he saw the lights flickering above his head, heard the sound of the rusty escalator forcibly running, and the cold wind blew from an unknown source above his head, making him, who was wrapped in cold and wet clothes, cold from head to toe. He could even catch a glimpse of an open door on the left behind him from the corner of his eye. The door was so dark that it seemed to be filled with ink, but he was not afraid at all.

He soon realized that he was in the left corridor of the next floor, right next to the door of the "Kowloon Hotel" scene, but there was no player here, no cabbage, and the ghost inside was gone too. There was only him.

Ah, and those smelling shoes.

Lin Han slowly raised his head, his gaze moving from the uppers of the shoes, to the trouser legs, to the corners of his clothes, to his collar, and finally to Wen's face.

Wen's face was expressionless; he had no expression at all.

His lips were tightly pursed, or perhaps it was the lines that bound him that kept them pressed together.

His eyes were fixed on Lin Han, and along with the cold air, he exerted weight little by little.

Lin Han was forced to almost lower his head. His gaze moved downwards and finally landed on Wen's shoes.

He was a little scared at this time. Wen's last words were still echoing in his mind. He could imagine the scene of his lips being torn and the blood dripping.

He also didn't hear the sound of dripping blood at that time, but he suddenly remembered it now.

He couldn't see anything else but the shoes he smelled. Those ordinary shoes that had accompanied Lin Han for a long distance made him feel safer.

Sure enough, not long after he lowered his head, blood began to rain down in front of him.

Just like the water dripping from his wet clothes, blood splattered in large and small sizes on the dusty ground.

They will not disappear when the wind blows, they will stay here forever, covering one layer upon another.

Lin Han began to hear the sound of Wen.

"It's okay to talk to you, actually. No one can help it. We, every one of us will talk to you eventually."

Just like before, Lin Han realized that Wen was not talking to him.

"I'm trying to suppress my bad mood, but it's really hard. Ever since I saw you, they've been urging me to take action."

"I don't want to."

......

Blood and flesh fell together, and the scene in front of Lin Han was a mess.

His vision was too clear, so he didn't dare to look up, for fear of seeing the horrific wound on Wen's mouth.

He was dreaming, and this time without Alfred covering his eyes.

Lin Han was suddenly stunned.

He already knew he was dreaming, but he didn't wake up.

A gust of wind blew by, and Shi Wen moved closer to him. The blood drops moved closer to Lin Han, almost falling on him.

The stench that Lin Han smelled was completely covered by the smell of blood, and he didn't dare to speak.

Wen's hand touched his cheek.

Lin Han was so cold, so the burning heat in Wen's palm made him subconsciously stop where he was and not move away.

But the scorching heat seemed to be sucked away by Lin Han.

His whole body except his face was still extremely cold. Wen's palms were getting colder and colder, and gradually the warmth disappeared. Instead, they were like frozen iron, almost sticking his skin firmly there. Lin Han wanted to move away, but his cheeks were torn and hurt so much that they were bleeding.

So Lin Han stood there motionless, not daring to move or speak.

Time seemed to have stopped, the lights flickered on and off, and finally remained in darkness for a long time.

He was so frozen that he didn't know if Wen's hand was still against his face, or if Wen was still in front of him.

Lin Han coughed nervously.

He couldn't control himself and coughed several times before he could stop.

Just like last time, at this critical moment, he always couldn't control himself, and his body wanted him to make some noise to break the silence.

He didn't dare move.

Lin Han subconsciously held his breath.

He heard the rubbing of clothes, and Wen moved closer to him. He couldn't hear the sound of breathing, but there was wind blowing towards him.

"Shhh."

It was so close that he couldn't hear the sound of her heartbeat, but the sound of wet water splashing rang out in front of his eyes, and the cold liquid touched his nose and cheeks.

That was not Lin Han's blood, it had now become his blood, flowing down his chin.

"They'll kill you."

Lin Han stood there, feeling dizzy from time to time. Finally, he remembered that he still needed to breathe, so he took a deep breath, exhaled tremblingly, and sat up suddenly.

The surroundings were lit up, and he was in the bedroom, alone.

The temperature in the room was just right, but when Lin Han turned on the light, he saw that his pajamas were mostly soaked with sweat. He touched his cheek again, and it was as cold as if it had just been moved off a block of iron. He was so cold that his mind was a little unclear.

He looked down at his hands.

The last words are for him.