2 Movie 02 ‖ Twelve O'clock
There is no other light source here except moonlight.
Yan Shuang saw that it was pitch black inside no matter where she looked, whether from the gatehouse or the window.
I always feel like there is something looking at me from inside those dark windows.
The crowd turned around and around in this small village, and there was a house with lights on in front of them.
"That's it." Lin Hai said with a sigh, "Let's go in."
Everyone went over and Lin Haichen, who was walking in front, knocked on the door.
The old wooden door creaked as it opened, revealing a pale, wrinkled face.
"You...are here," the old man said. "I am the village chief. You are the people I invited to help, right?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone fell silent.
"Come in." said the old man in a hoarse voice.
No one answered the village chief, and he didn't seem to be prepared to get an answer from them. He walked into the house holding the wobbly kerosene lamp.
Everyone looked at each other, and Jing Ning was the first to walk in.
The five people outside the door came in one after another.
The room was not big, with only a broken table and a few benches inside.
The old man stood in the middle of the room, his cloudy eyes slowly scanning everyone, muttering something in a low voice.
Yan Shuang observed the surrounding environment and just noticed that there was a hole in a window, and someone had nailed a wooden board to the window frame.
I turned my head and met his gaze, and couldn't help but shudder.
Beneath the layers of wrinkles on the village chief's face, his eyes were extremely empty and completely unfocused, like a... dead person.
Yan Shuang quickly lowered her head, afraid of seeing anything wrong, and could only listen to the old man's words: "One more person is missing... one more! How can there be one more person missing?"
The old man became more and more anxious as he spoke, and his voice became more and more shrill.
Just before the old man exploded, the door was pushed open and the woman with the old lady appeared in front of the door.
The old man looked at the woman with blood on her face and gave her a sinister smile, "That's right."
Jing Ning ignored the old man's change and said calmly, "Old man, what do you want us to help you with?"
The old man gave Jing Ning a cold look and said, "The village will be performing shadow puppetry in five days. You need to prepare the tools before then."
"But we don't know much about this thing. Can you give us some advice?" Lin Haichen asked immediately.
"To make shadow puppets, you have to find the skin first, then the tree. Once you find it, haha..." The old man showed his yellow teeth, "Come back and find me when you're still alive."
Everyone's face turned pale.
Lin Haichen grasped the key words: "What skin?"
"Of course it's the skin of a living thing." The old man's smile looked particularly ferocious against the backdrop of the firelight. "It's getting late. You'll stay in the building next door. Remember, two people to a room, two people."
"But there are seven of us!" said the youngest girl in the team.
Among seven people, there will always be one person left alone. No one knows what will happen to the lone person.
Yan Shuang instantly felt several gazes looking at her, no, to be more precise, they were looking at the two people beside her.
There is no doubt that the newcomers want to stay with the two old members.
Only the youngest girl walked in front of Yan Shuang. "My name is Xu Yaoyu. Um... I want to go with you, is that okay?" The little girl sobbed. She had been crying since entering the game, and her eyes were now red and swollen. "It's so scary here."
As a typical straight male programmer, Yan Shuang said after deep thought: "Don't cry, I feel terrible too."
Xu Yaoyu: “…”
Yan Shuang: “?” Did I say something wrong?
"Let's divide it up." Lin Haichen said, holding the four keys in his hand.
"How do we divide it?"
"Yeah! How do we divide it? Who doesn't want to be with you?" The man who wet his pants and the sick man in the team shouted.
Jing Ning randomly took a key from Lin Haichen's hand, glanced at Yan Shuang, and pointed at him: "You come with me, I'm a little sleepy, I'll go back to the room first, you guys continue."
Yan Shuang: "Me, me?"
Jing Ning: "Yeah."
Under everyone's envious gaze, Yan Shuang followed Jing Ning's steps to the next building.
The building has two floors, and there are four rooms on the second floor, which is just enough for them to live in.
Their room was on the far left of the corridor. There was only a bed in the room, a clock hung opposite the bed, and a kerosene lamp was lit on the table, stretching the shadows of the two people into long and thin lines.
Because the light was too dim, Yan Shuang could only walk in front of the clock to barely see the time on it.
"Stop looking, come and wash up and go to bed." Jing Ning held the water and wiped it on his face randomly.
"If I hadn't found the door, would I have been stuck in the game forever?" Yan Shuang sat on the edge of the bed feeling a little depressed.
"What are you thinking? Is the game so good that you'd keep looking? Of course, before everyone dies." Jing Ning took off his coat and crawled into bed. "For example, the time given this time is five days. If you don't find it after five days, you will die."
"How did he die?" Yan Shuang was also lying on the bed.
Jing Ning grinned nervously: "There are many ways to die, such as having your head twisted off while you're sleeping."
Yan Shuang jumped up from the bed.
"Just teasing you." Jing Ning turned over and buried his head in the quilt, his voice a little muffled, "Go to bed quickly, it's not time yet."
Yan Shuang turned off the light and lay back on the bed. She stared at the ceiling and thought for a moment. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Jing Ning's even breathing.
A light rain began to fall outside the window. Yan Shuang closed her eyes and heard footsteps outside the door. It seemed that the others had also returned.
Yan Shuang thought she would not be able to sleep, but after a while, sleepiness gradually came over her and she fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, Yan Shuang suddenly woke up.
The rain outside the window had stopped, and moonlight shone into the room through the window. Seeing that it was still early in the morning, Yan Shuang wanted to close her eyes and continue sleeping, but she heard a rustling sound in her ears.
Perhaps people's five senses would be more acute than usual in the dark. Yan Shuang held his breath and listened carefully. The sound came from the next room.
Tear, tear... like something sharp was scratching something soft.
Since he came back earlier than everyone else, he didn't know who lived in the next room.
The sound was getting louder and louder. No, that's not right. The sound was moving.
Slowly, bit by bit, he dragged the sharp weapon across the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound, and slowly left the next room.
The noise outside the house was getting closer and closer. Yan Shuang felt that the blood in his body was flowing backwards. The thing outside actually came to the door of his house, and then the sound stopped abruptly.
Yan Shuang subconsciously looked towards the door. The door was made of wood. Through the moonlight shining through the gap, she could barely see a dark shadow standing outside the door.
Who? Who would stand in front of his door in the middle of the night? The answer is self-evident.
Yan Shuang's throat became dry due to nervousness, and suddenly a hand reached out from behind and quickly covered his mouth.
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