Chapter 18: Mom and doll

The lights on the second floor were still very dark. Zhou Jiayu had not moved yet, and he saw Xu Jinyu picking up an object from his arms. He took a closer look and found that it was a delicate compass. The compass is only the size of a palm, with a gossip on it, and a small pointer in the middle.
Xu Jin said: "Can you feel anything?"
Zhou Jiayu looked around and nodded. The blackness of this floor is even thicker than the first floor, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.
Xu Jin said: "I am looking at this floor now, what about you?"
Zhou Jiayu hesitated a little and decided to follow his own feelings: "I will go upstairs to see."
Xu entered the road: "Okay, pay attention to safety."
Zhou Jiayu nodded and turned and left.
Zhou Jiayu went to the third floor. Xu Jinyu looked down at his compass. When Zhou Jiayu just left, his compass began to go crazy. He raised his eyebrows slightly and cast a face at the place where Zhou Jiayu left. Very deep eyes.
Zhou Jiayu went to the third floor alone. The style of the third floor is similar to that of the second floor. There are a lot of lively dolls, but there are more things in the corridor. On the third floor of the wall, every few meters, there are various photos.
There are handsome male masters, beautiful mistresses, and their lovely children. This family of four, was set in a wooden frame, facing a sweet smile, sweet photos and this gloomy atmosphere is simply out of place.
The content of the photo is very complete, from the wedding of two people to the birth of the second child, the photos of each stage have not been broken.
Zhou Jiayu looked as he walked and said: "It's a pity."
"Yes." Sacrifice eight responded in his mind. "A family of four is so gone."
And listening to the tone of the beans, the murderer did not seem to find it, Zhou Jiayu was sighing in his heart, but the footsteps stopped, and unconsciously, he went to the end of the corridor.
The last photo is a family portrait of four people. Dad is holding her daughter. Mother is holding her son and standing on the grass, keeping the happy smile. Opposite the photo is the stairs on the fourth floor. Because of the shackles of the small beans before, Zhou Jiayu did not mean to go up, he was preparing to turn and leave, but vaguely heard the scream of a child.
"What sound?" Zhou Jiayu was shocked.
Sacrifice eight: "It seems to be from the fourth floor..."
It was indeed from the fourth floor, Zhou Jiayu held his breath, this time, he heard very clearly that the voice came from the fourth floor...
Zhou Jiayu hesitated for a moment, still decided to go and see, anyway, now is in the game, there should not be anything terrible. He turned and slowly went up the fourth floor, but when he was about to corner on the stairs, he looked back and looked at it. This made his body pores blast directly. I saw a picture of a family of four hanging at the door of the stairs. The heads of the two children don’t know when they’re squatting in one direction, and the parents’ heads are squatting in the other direction. Their posture is so strange, even with that smile, it’s creepy. Zhou Jiayu almost didn't step on the air.
"The trough." Zhou Jiayu whispered, "What is this?"
Sacrifice eight: "You are calm, this is definitely your illusion."
Zhou Jiayu said: "Well?"
Sacrifice eight: "There are things that only special people can see. The scientific explanation is that you and its frequency exactly match."
Zhou Jiayu listened to the ignorant.
Sacrifice eight continues: "If you give an inappropriate example, if a person is shaking, and the frequency of your shaking with him is a glance, then in the eyes of both of you, you are still."
Zhou Jiayu: "..." Listening to the science of the Eighth Festival in such a gloomy place, I always feel that my heart is full of the brilliance of socialism.
When he spoke, he had already reached the entrance of the fourth floor, but there was a black iron gate that blocked the path of Zhou Jiayu.
The iron gate seems to be some years old. Zhou Jiayu noticed some dark red marks in the corner under the iron gate through the dim light. If he didn't guess wrong, it might be blood.
Seeing the door, Zhou Jiayu was hesitant. The sound he had heard before disappeared. According to Sacrifice Eight, the voice may also be his illusion... If so, let it go.
Zhou Jiayu thought so, just intended to turn around and leave, but suddenly felt like he had stepped on something under his feet, the body directly lost balance, and a squatting forward.
Because of inertia, he fell to the iron gate. In order to prevent slipping, Zhou Jiayu had to reach out and support the iron gate.
Change happens at this moment.
Zhou Jiayu can hardly describe that feeling, just as the surrounding environment is all distorted, and his soul is forcibly pulled into an unknown place.
Quiet... Quiet... Zhou Jiayu violently gasps, he kneels on the ground and smells a strong smell.
Quiet... Don't make a noise... The voice continued to mutter in his mind, Zhou Jiayu bowed his head and saw the bright red blood on his hands. The blood was fresh and exudes a strong breath. He seemed to be hiding under the bed, and his body became a child. The whole man trembled on the ground.
Zhou Jiayu took a few seconds to react - he seemed to be pulled into the murder scene, and his body belonged to a victim who died in the villa.
The sound of the footsteps came, and the sound was like a high-heeled shoe on the floor. Zhou Jiayu felt that the body seemed to be nervous and vomiting. In order not to make a sound, he bit the back of his hand.
"Baby, where are you? Giggle..." The voice of the single woman sounded.
I am so scared... I am so scared... Help, who will save him... Zhou Jiayu’s mind is filled with thoughts that are not his own. His eyes begin to fill with tears of fear and his breathing becomes short.
The woman seemed to turn around in the room. When she was wearing the feet of red high heels and stayed in front of the bed, Zhou Jiayu’s heart seemed to follow.
"It was not here." The woman said that she slowly turned and slowly left.
Zhou Jiayu breathed a sigh of relief and buried his face in his arm. However, when he was lifting again, he saw that the woman who should have left, was bending down and staring at him. Her face had been stained with blood. Full, with a sly smile on her lips, she said, "Baby, what are you afraid of?"
This face is very familiar to him - it is the face of the villa hostess.
Zhou Jiayu’s screams were suppressed in his throat. He felt his hand caught by the woman and then dragged it out of the bed.
The woman’s right hand was holding a knife and gave a giggling laugh. She said,
Bad children, bad children – why do you want to break your mother’s dolls?

The sharp blade stabbed, and Zhou Jiayu’s body made a miserable cry.
A broken doll was thrown in front of Zhou Jiayu. The woman said: "This is the mother's favorite one. Why do you want to do this, bad boy -"
The body seems to be dismembered, Zhou Jiayu does not feel pain, and can not move.
"If it is broken, don't want it." The woman is cold and cold.
Then, Zhou Jiayu saw it with her own eyes. She cut the doll into a smashed shape with a blade. After the doll was chopped, the woman slowly turned her head and smiled again: "Bad boy, it's your turn."
The whole room is full of blood, and there is a suffocating red in the field of vision.
Zhou Jiayu saw too many pieces of the picture, and even the mind could not handle it all at once.
"Zhou Jiayu, Zhou Jiayu! You are all right!" The voice of the Sacrifice Eight floated in looming.
Zhou Jiayu slowly opened his eyes and found himself falling down on the corridor on the fourth floor. No players came here. He didn't know how long he was lying here.
Sacrifice eight is a little anxious, repeatedly calling his name.
Zhou Jiayu said: "Ah... I have been dizzy for a long time."
"You will sleep for a while and the game will be over."
Zhou Jiayu: "..." Oh.
Sacrifice eight: "I thought you were going to sleep to someone to come to you."
Zhou Jiayu sighed and leaned on the edge of the stairs and rubbed his face: "I seem to see something that should not be seen..."
Sacrifice eight: "Well?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "I saw the murderer."
The voice of the sacrifice eight immediately raised a tone, and the whole bird jumped in surprise: "What do you say? You see the murderer?"
"Yes." Zhou Jiayu said, "The murderer looks like."
Sacrifice eight said: "Who is it?"
Zhou Jiayu said: "Yes... the hostess of this house." If you didn't guess wrong, the fourth floor should be the place where the murder occurred. Recalling the surrounding environment when the murder occurred, it should be normal to be sealed up.
The sacrifice was staying. I didn’t seem to think that Zhou Jiayu’s answer would be like this. It said:
But the hostess... isn’t it dead?

Zhou Jiayu sighed: "Where do I know." He slowly got up and reached out and wiped his face before he found that his face was full of tears.
Sacrifice eight: "Don't say it, look for the doll first, if you can't find the doll... Hey."
Zhou Jiayu can only say good.
When he stood up, he glanced at his feet and saw what caused him to fall. It seemed to be a beautiful hairpin, glass texture, and butterfly. It was not bad when he stepped on him. It looked very similar to the style of the adzuki bean. It should have been accidentally lost when she cleaned the room.
Zhou Jiayu licked the and came down from the fourth floor. On the third floor, he did not see it. He had a bad idea in his mind. He ran to the first floor with a sigh of relief. Seeing the beautiful coffee dolls on the coffee table on the first floor living room, at this time, only ten minutes from the end of the game time.
Zhou Jiayu: "..." is finished!