I play the horror world as a development game

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Everyone hadn't come back to their senses yet, they just felt a gust of night wind blowing in front of them.

"The kilometer limit, you should escape..."

Before Qingshan finished speaking, he looked up and saw that the black mist in the distance had rolled up to a height of [-] meters, and when it collapsed, it swept away like a flood.

The black mist washed over a thousand meters and arrived in front of the eyes in the blink of an eye. Qingshan and everyone were engulfed in an instant.

Not just the entire development zone, the black mist is expanding at an incredible speed.

In the central office, Mr. Fang realized something. He put down the teacup in his hand and rubbed the space between his brows wearily. In the next second, his office was also engulfed in black mist.

The black mist takes the development zone as the center point and spreads towards the surrounding area continuously, like a huge sandstorm that is hard to see in thousands of years, and all tall buildings cannot escape.

Soon, the black mist stopped, as if blocked by some kind of boundary.

And the stop boundary happened to surround the entire city of Xinjiang.

When all the neon lights flickering in every corner of the city dimmed, the city fell into silence, and the atmosphere of desolation gradually permeated every corner.

The long and strange sound seemed to reverberate in the city. It sounded like... the weeping of the abandoned city?

Whoosh!

The pupils of the pilot and co-pilot of the helicopter circling in the night sky were shrinking slightly as they watched the city engulfed in black mist and plunged into darkness.

"Call the headquarters, can you hear me?"

"1375, I heard, please report the situation over there, we lost the signal with the Fen Branch, what happened?"

"Call headquarters, the city...it, seems to have disappeared."

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I don't know how long it has been, it's like sleeping for a long time and then waking up naturally.

Hearing rustling sounds, Qin Nuo slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was still sitting on the chair.

And the brain is still down and restarting.

Although I remembered it, it was of no use.

When the voice of the white silk female ghost fell, Qin Nuo was plunged into darkness...

The white silk female ghost floated beside Qin Nuo and said, "Are you awake?"

"What happened?" Qin Nuo asked.

"I don't know, you all fell asleep." The white silk ghost said calmly.

"Where's Shu Yue?"

"I'm here."

Shu Yue sat on the side, looking like she had just woken up, still in a trance.

"Girl, young man, why did you suddenly fall asleep?"

The uncle on the side was still smoking, shaking the ash and asked.

Sitting at the side, the aunt looked at Shu Yue's face and said, "Girl, you don't look very well, did you catch a cold?"

It seems that nothing happened.

It's just that Qin Nuo and Shu Yue took a light sleep.

Qin Nuo felt a little weird, looking at the TV.

Coincidentally, the TV suddenly played the normal channel, and it was the evening news.

Shu Yue shook her head and said, "Auntie, no need, I'm fine."

Then, she looked at Qin Nuo with doubts.

Qin Nuo stood up and said, "Go out and have a look first."

It can't be that simple, something must have happened.

The aunt said: "Are you leaving? Have a late-night snack before leaving?"

"No, we're going back."

"The young man is in good health. You are too worried about what to eat for supper."

The uncle picked up the porridge that night and drank it by himself.

"Save some, we're starving too, and we've had dinner too early, and we're starving with this point."

The other two uncles followed suit, filled a bowl each, and drank by themselves.

"This man is hungry. It's really sweet to drink white porridge. Is there any more sister Liu?" asked the smoking uncle.

The aunt drank without looking up, and responded: "I added some mint and peanut oil, so it is naturally fragrant."

"There's still a lot in the pot."

The uncle didn't respond, and continued to eat the porridge, and it seemed that the more he ate it, the more delicious it became. After drinking the porridge, he picked out the few grains of rice at the bottom of the bowl with his fingers, put them in his mouth, and licked them clean.

Their eating movements became bigger and bigger, and they ate faster and faster, as if they had been hungry for days and nights.

"It's delicious! Is there any more? Come again, another bowl!"

The sound of eating the porridge was loud, and they didn't even use chopsticks, picked up the bowl and poured down their throats fiercely, but the white porridge was just boiling, they didn't seem to feel it was hot, and white smoke came out of their mouths.

Qin Nuo stopped when he was about to leave, and looked at the uncle and the others.

"It's delicious, but I can't get enough! Hungry, still hungry!"

The uncle said in a trembling voice, it seemed that he drank too much, choked on it, and coughed up again.

Along with the white porridge, black blood and unknown black minced meat were spit out.

But the uncle didn't seem to see it, and drank it all again, and then went to the pressure cooker over there to continue filling.

There was not much left in the pot, and the uncles were scrambling to fill it up, sticking their heads into the pressure cooker and eating with their mouths open.

Shu Yue watched this scene, her eyes moved to Qin Nuo.

Qin Nuo didn't respond, and held the bone-splitting hammer in his palm.

"Go away! I've finished eating, I didn't see it!"

In the end, the smoking man drank too much, grabbed the pressure cooker and slammed it on the other person's head.

With this smash, the uncle became quiet.

He looked into the clean pot and said with a sigh, "I'm still hungry..."

He sat back on the iron bed, picked up the chimney on one side, and took a few puffs, as if trying to relieve his hunger.

Black blood flowed out, staining half of the face. Just now, the pressure cooker dented a large part, and the skull cracked directly, also denting a large part.

At this time, the aunt calmly drank a little porridge in the bowl, looked up at Shu Yue and Qin Nuo, her face full of vicissitudes turned extremely pale.

"Young girl, aren't you leaving?"

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===Chapter 585 If you are a mother, you will just outline the figure===

In the renovated hall, the weird atmosphere was already evident.

And this kind of atmosphere is not too familiar to Qin Nuo.

Facing the aunt's question, Qin Nuo smiled slightly: "I was just thinking, why don't you cook more, auntie, they don't seem to be satisfied with drinking?"

The aunt said flatly: "I can cook as much as I want, and I can give them as much to eat. They can only grab theirs. They dare not touch what I eat."

Not only his pale face, but also his tone of voice changed significantly.

Thinking about it carefully, just now the uncles were only scrambling for what was in the pot, while the auntie was drinking what was in the bowl, they didn't seem to notice.

The old man was smoking the pipe, as if he was smoking for the first time. He was choked so badly that black blood kept coughing up from his mouth, and the whole pipe was stained red.

The uncle didn't seem to be affected, he just muttered: "The food I eat is too greasy recently, and I have a lot of phlegm."

The other two uncles did not speak. They sat there with their heads bowed, shivering, as if they were hungry or cold.

In their mouths, dripping saliva...

"Girl, I told you just now, do you remember some things that happened to me before?"

The aunt took out a photo from her mended pocket. The photo was clean, but the fingers that wiped it were full of calluses and black mud.

"You said that your daughter committed suicide due to bullying, her husband died, and she was ashamed of her daughter, so that the rest of the time was spent in self-blame and pain." Shu Yue briefly recounted it.

The aunt looked at the photo, with a cracked and purple mouth, showing some smiles: "Actually, there is a story behind, and I haven't told you yet."

"I let go of my pride and responsibility to my daughter. I took the money and got nothing. Instead, I got ridiculed by those who killed my daughter."

"No one helped me. In the eyes of my neighbors, I bought my daughter's life with money."

"After deeply blaming myself, I decided to do something, whether it was for me or for my daughter."

"I go to the school gate every day and sit on the stone bench to wait. I am dressed in shabby clothes and attract a lot of attention. Some people recognize me as Xiaoqin's mother. Because of what I have done, they look at me , of all kinds, not pity, but disgust."

"Those rich men and women who killed my daughter, every time they see me, they will make fun of me, ask me if I am waiting for my daughter to leave school, and then drive away."

"I sit there every day, always waiting for the school to be empty before leaving."

"Gradually, they all regarded me as a crazy woman, imagining that my daughter was still alive, waiting at the school gate that day..."

"Although I have fantasized like this, I am very sober. I go to the school gate every day just to find out the daily whereabouts of those who killed my daughter."

"One day, they all got together, and it seemed that they were going to have a dinner. After the dinner, they even had a private villa and had fun in it. They completely forgot that just a month ago, they killed a person."

"This opportunity is once in a lifetime for me. Looking at the time, I cut off the power and locked the iron door of the only exit tightly."

"Although I am old, all I do is a man's rough work, and I have a lot of strength. I took Lao Sha's hunting anesthesia gun and walked towards the dim building."

"For this revenge, I have prepared too much. In order to learn the gun well, I have practiced it countless times. When two of them came out to check the power supply, my hand holding the gun did not shake at all."

"A tranquilizer gun, I have completed the scene that I have been imagining for countless times. In an old house in the suburbs, they are tied to a chair, their mouths are gagged, and their fearful and pleading eyes are like my daughter begging them to let go. The eyes are exactly the same."

"At that time, there was a voice in my head, it was my daughter's voice, and she was begging me to do this."

"Because of my daughter, I can be a villain, a murderer."

"I used to be afraid to even kill a chicken, but I have no burden or fear when dealing with them."

"Will my daughter forgive me because of my behavior? I didn't think about it at the time. I just felt that my life was meaningless. Why didn't I do what I wanted before I died?"

Once people let go of the shackles and have no worries, they become crazy.

Qin Nuo was a little stunned, but not too shocked.

Mothers are strong, because of their daughters, it is not surprising that they do something unbelievable.

"Then why have you lived until now?" Shu Yue asked, with both hands in her pockets.

"I want to die."

"But in my mind, that voice sounded again. It was my daughter. She forgave me and let me live no matter what. She will always be by my side."

The aunt said with a smile, the smile is so gratifying.

"Meticulous cleaning of the scene, realistic acting skills, and meticulous means of getting rid of suspicion are things I have never had before. Everyone has potential, but they lack a medium of motivation. My daughter is my motivation medium, so that, Finally let me get rid of the suspicion smoothly."

"The parents of those children know it's me, but what can they do? Their eyes want to kill me, but they don't dare. Why? They still have relatives and everything they have worked hard for, but I have nothing!"

The aunt smiled and said, looking at Shu Yue: "Girl, do you think Auntie is doing this to relieve anger, or is it hateful?"

Shu Yue didn't answer directly: "I just think it's not worth it."

"Although it's a relief, it's not worth pulling yourself into darkness for a dead person."

Shu Yue looked at her aunt and said, "The revenge is successful, why are you still alive?"

"My daughter keeps me alive."

"You don't have this voice, you're just afraid of death." Shu Yue replied directly.

The aunt's lips moved slightly: "She's still alive."

"No, dead."

"That's just your illusion."

Qin Nuo glanced at Shu Yue, thinking that there was no need to answer so seriously.