The fake daughter lives in a haunted house, begging for mercy

Chapter 414 Have you really never come in?
Old Chen suddenly felt flustered, and he went back the same way around the corner, but he couldn't go back.

He asked Shi Ling at a loss: "How could this happen? Can't I go back? Have I also disappeared from another world?"

Shi Ling looked at the live broadcast room and said, "If you still remember us, please deduct 1."

A large block of [111] flashed across the screen.

[Remember, anchors, you haven’t disappeared from this world yet]

[It’s so amazing. Isn’t this really a special effect? Why was it that when I came here it was still a deserted old street, but when I turned around it turned into a fireworks alley? And their clothes look like the styles that were popular ten years ago]

[In this situation, I wonder if you who have completed nine years of compulsory education have anything in mind? 】

The DNA of junior high school students and high school students moved: [The Story of Peach Blossom Spring! 】

College students are clear and stupid: [I can’t remember, I can’t remember at all]

[There are people coming and going, and the men and women are dressed like outsiders. This is simply a real-life version of Peach Blossom Spring! 】

College students: [Oh! 】

Shi Ling showed the phone screen to Old Man Chen and said, "Look, I still remember it."

Old Man Chen is literate, and he often clicks into Xiu Tuzi's live broadcast room when watching videos. Knowing that those are comments posted by netizens, he finally feels relieved.

"How can this place be different from the outside? What's going on with these people?"

Old Chen lowered his voice and asked Shi Ling. In fact, what he wanted to ask more was, are they really human beings?

Shi Ling led him forward, toward the end of Hemu Street, and said casually: "Of course they are human beings. You will know if they have any shadows."

Old Chen didn't notice it just now. When he heard what Shi Ling said, he looked towards the ground and suddenly realized that there were no shadows of the pedestrians on the road!
In an instant, the warm scene turned strange.

Old Chen's heart finally died, and he said in horror: "They have no shadows, they are ghosts!" Shi Ling raised his head and looked at the gray sky with drizzle, "Ah, but of course there are no shadows on cloudy days."

Old man Chen's mood fluctuated greatly.

He followed Shi Ling forward, full of doubts: "If they are not ghosts, then what is going on? Didn't they move away after the fire ten years ago?"

Shi Ling suddenly laughed and turned to look at him: "What if this was ten years ago?"

The girl stood at the end of the street, with the light behind her, and her whole body seemed to be lined with a layer of gold, like an omnipotent god on a high platform.

Old Man Chen felt as if his brain was rusty and stuck. He could hear every word clearly, but he couldn't understand it.

"You said that your lover, son and your son's colleagues all disappeared after entering this old street. But are they really the ones who entered this old street? Why are you so afraid of this old street? You Have you really never come in?"

Shi Ling's voice faintly entered Old Chen's mind, and every word made him shiver.

The memories in his mind also seemed to be fragmented.

Every detail of being with my lover and son is still so clear even after ten years, but the daily trivial matters with the neighbors are like bubbles floating on the water, gradually being washed away.

Why didn't anyone but him remember his lover and his son?

Why does the No. 6 bus in front of his home pass by his son's high school first and end at the vegetable market, but every time he takes the bus without his son's school, the end station becomes a crematorium?
Will people who enter the old streets really disappear completely from this world?

Or is this not the world with his wife and son that he is familiar with at all?

Empty, empty, empty...

The BGM that Shi Ling played before seemed to be symphony with his heartbeat at this moment.