Weird collapse, chasing husband crematorium

Some of them had their mouths wide open, with their facial features almost pressed together, like deformed children.

"what!"

The woman was shocked. She thought the fourth floor would be a treasure attic, but it was filled with pictures of humans.

What was the villa's previous owner doing? Why did he collect portraits of ordinary people? Does it matter?

The woman took a deep breath and found that the fourth floor was a long corridor with no rooms on both sides. Perhaps the hall was at the end of the corridor.

"Follow me, just across the corridor."

As the woman spoke, she walked forward with a flashlight, completely unaware of the man's strange appearance at the moment.

His lips opened, curled, and drooped from time to time, as if he was trying to find the most appropriate expression.

The facial features kept coming together and then separating.

He took every step the woman took, and from the initial unsteady steps, he gradually became more skilled as time went by.

The two people walk at the same pace, but the man's body bones are different from the woman's, which makes his walking posture look very strange.

"The more I look at these portraits, the more they seem off. They're like AI-generated creations, and they don't look like ordinary people at all."

The woman asked a soul-searching question.

The man suddenly asked with a smile: "Is there anything wrong? I think it's quite normal, what do you think..."

The woman clicked her tongue, stopped, and shone the light of her cell phone at a photo on the wall to her right.

It shows a handsome man in a suit.

He was tall and thin, with unusually long limbs, slender and pale fingers, unusually long nails, and smiling lips slightly parted, barely revealing his sharp teeth.

He was dressed very neatly, without any dirt, and was looking at...someone outside the photo with a smile on his face.

Judging from the appearance alone, there is nothing wrong except the long nails.

"Don't you think it's strange?" the woman asked.

"Don't you think so? Isn't this normal?" The man continued smiling, as if smiling was a habit.

"At first glance, he's quite handsome, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable. And... I feel like this photo is strange. The person in it doesn't look like they were captured by the camera, but more like... they are looking at the people outside. The photo is like a mirror, he is inside, and I am outside."

The woman shook her head. "Keep going. I'm probably just worrying too much."

The woman stopped meddling, but she hadn't forgotten her real goal: to make more money. It was inevitable that wealthy people had some quirks, and collecting photos of passersby was just a minor issue.

But gradually, as the woman walked forward, she felt more and more strange, her heart beat faster, and she instinctively felt an inexplicable fear and eerieness.

The people in these photos are no longer facing outside the photos; their eyes are all focused on her.

"Art? Like being stared at by a photograph?"

The woman didn't understand why those wealthy men had such a strange habit, and she deliberately adjusted the position and angle of the photos to create a corridor that was always under scrutiny.

"Husband...I'm a little scared..."

The woman suddenly became weak, took a few steps back and acted coquettishly in the man's arms.

The man smiled and said, "The end is just ahead. Don't you want to see what's inside?"

After hearing this, the woman had to muster up her courage, pick up her phone again, and turn the light to the maximum.

This action made the faces of all the photos on the wall clearly visible.

The woman took a deep breath and kept comforting herself that these were just photos. How could an adult be scared by photos?

The woman walked forward with big strides.

However, one photo caught her attention.

The woman slowed down, moved her gaze to the middle of the left wall, and suddenly her eyes widened.

Because it was a picture of her husband.

The husband in the photo is wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and has a ferocious expression, as if he is enduring great pain. He holds his head with his hands, but his palms are already bloody and his white bones can be clearly seen.

If this photo is real...

Who is the husband behind her?

The woman remembered that her husband was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt yesterday, and he took it off and threw it on the bedside table when he went to bed. Logically, he should have put on the clothes on the bedside table first when he got up in the morning.

But when I found him today, he had changed into a black short-sleeved shirt.

"Wife, what's wrong with you? Did you... discover something?" The man came up to the woman and asked with a smile on his face.

The woman finally saw the man's clothes clearly. Although the black short-sleeved shirt was simple, it was very expensive because she had seen it in the photo of the previous owner of the house provided by the agent.

The woman didn't dare to answer, shaking her head desperately, and hurriedly fled with a random excuse: "No, no, my stomach hurts a little, I need to go to the bathroom first!"

The man did not hinder her, but naturally made way for her and let her leave.

As to why, no one knows the reason.

The man continued walking forward, looking at his own photo on the wall and smiling slightly.

The man in the photo instantly changed from a painful expression to a weird smile, and his clothes changed from blue to black with gold edges.

He continued to move forward and finally reached the end of the darkness.

There is only one person here, a white-haired woman.

The woman who escaped from the fourth floor was breathless and still in shock. She ran to the first floor and saw Ying and Ling.

The woman's hair was disheveled and her face flushed, making her already unattractive features even more abstract.

The image of the shrew comes to life on the page, and Sakura and Ling subconsciously retreat.

The woman suddenly thought and shouted to Ying and Ling, "Hold your phones, turn on the camera, and see what's at the end of the corridor."

Ying took the phone. For children, orders from adults were like imperial decrees.

They are helpless and have to live under other people's roofs and have no choice but to depend on others for their lives.

The woman added: "If I meet my husband, I will tell him that I am tired and rest in the bedroom."

The woman was impressed by her own cleverness in her heart. She knew that one lie needed to be covered up with another lie, so that no matter whether the man had any problems or not, they could get along peacefully for a while.

Ying and Ling followed the order and went to the fourth floor with their cell phones, turned on the cameras.

The door was open, and it was broad daylight, but I couldn't see anything inside.

"Sister, are we really going in? Ling is a little scared. There seems to be something strange inside..."

"It's okay, Ling. Hold on to your sister's hand. It will be over soon."

Although Sakura felt scared, as an older sister, she couldn't show her timidity in front of her younger sister.

If even she started to get scared, then the two of them had failed to complete their mission, and all that awaited them was beatings and verbal abuse from the woman.

The same darkness, the same awkwardness, the two people seemed to be walking quietly on the street on a winter night, without any sound, their pores contracted by the ambient temperature.

The photos on the wall cast strange glances at the two of them, but did not make any further attempts.

They discovered that the two people in front of them seemed not to be their kind in the future, and the rules could not be triggered unless... their request was agreed.

Not long after walking, Ying and Ling saw a photo of a man and a woman.

Normally the couple is either complaining or blaming each other, but in the photo they have rare kind expressions on their faces. However, the more you look at them, the stranger their expressions seem, as if humans shouldn't smile like that, not even a fake smile.

No excessive speculation.

The two of them walked to the end of the corridor, which was an empty hall.

The surroundings are filled with extremely luxurious items, including authentic works of ancient people, porcelain and jade bracelets, and everything else. Any one of these items would be enough to provide an ordinary person with a worry-free life if sold.

However, an incongruous scene appeared in front of Ying and Ling. They saw a photo hanging high on the wall in the middle of the hall.

The photo shows a heroic-looking girl with white hair. Her blue eyes are as clear as a stream and there is an ambiguous smile on the corner of her mouth. Her pupils are facing them, as if she is staring at the two of them through the photo.

People usually carve door gods and characters on their doors to ward off evil spirits.

The tradition here has always been that no one would ever put a photo... in the middle of the hall, where the person in the photo would be seen as soon as you enter.

"Sister, let's go. We've done everything she asked."

Ling sensed something was wrong and urged Ying to leave quickly.

Ying nodded, and the two of them left without stopping.

Just after the two people left, the person in the photo lowered his eyes and looked at their departing backs.

She seems...

Got some very interesting memories.

From the minds of two people.

Li Mo, Demon Sword, Seed of Sorrow, Yae Village...

The memories of the future were layered together, and Lenci was clearly accepted by her.

Because they agreed to the request.

Summer mornings are always cool. Li Mo got up early and ate the breakfast prepared by Beichen.

Beichen was still wearing an ancient-style robe, the color as light as morning dew, and the light yellow light pouring in from the window reflected it, like a flowing painting.

She wore a white jade belt around her waist, which bound her waist and made her figure particularly graceful.

Her hair is tied up high, her lips are crimson, and her eyes are like spring water.

She is always dressed exquisitely.

Even though they have lived together for a long time, Li Mo is still amazed by Beichen's temperament and appearance.

"Sister Beichen, do you spend half a day dressing up? You look so beautiful every time I see you~" Li Mo said with a smile.

Beichen smiled lightly, and said with a smile: "It did take some time..."

"It's already 8:20, aren't you going to school? Today... I won't send you off."

Li Mo was stunned when he heard the time. "Huh? Is it already so late? Then Sister Beichen, I'm going to school! Just go do your own thing without worry."

Just say it, grab your schoolbag and run out the door. The school is not far from home, it only takes 10 to 20 minutes to walk there, and it will only be faster if you run.

For various reasons, although the family was not short of money, they ultimately chose to walk.

After saying goodbye to Li Mo, Beichen was the only one left in the room.

Beichen slowly walked to the dressing table, and the mirror in front of her reflected her beautiful face.

White fingers grabbed the wooden comb and combed the waist-length purple-black hair.

However, a figure suddenly appeared in the mirror.

Then, an ethereal and gentle female voice came from behind: "Excuse me, can I sit here for a while..."

Before he finished speaking, the blade was unsheathed, and a blood-red blade light suddenly burst out, splitting the person in front of him into two halves without any pause.

"Ah, so you knew~" The white-haired woman was still smiling, even though she was cut in half by Akazome Sakura. "I won't die, but it seems that you won't exist in the near future. You are dying soon."

Beichen's eyes were sharp, and he lowered his voice: "My life or death has nothing to do with you."

The white-haired woman's words were not affected by her body being cut open. She continued, "You belong to her. You are the most important person in the Poison Pupa, the King."

Beichen: "..."

After a brief moment of thought, Beichen responded, "I have to thank you for providing so much information. While I'm exposed, you've also been exposed to our field of vision. Knowing about the Poison Pupa means your people have infiltrated the Fire Moth. Knowing about Wang proves that the UN high-ranking officials are no longer our friends."

"A fake person lurking within humanity."

The white-haired woman smiled meaningfully, half of her body fell to the ground, and the other half walked in front of Beichen in a deformed posture.

"What good does it do to know this?"

"How many of your kind are left?"

Beichen drew his sword and cut the half of the body in front of him in half. The red cherry blossoms became brighter and brighter, and strange patterns gradually appeared on Beichen's right hand. Fortunately, the ancient robe covered his skin, so no one could see it even if he walked out of the door.

"If humans agree to your request, they will die and be reborn as your kind."

"You can freely observe the memories of your kind, including any point in the past, present, and future."

Speaking of this, Beichen was startled and shook his head.

The fact that there will still be fake people in the future shows that fake people have not been eliminated in this era and there is no cure for them.