I made a secret pact with my sister that I swore I would take to my grave.
This agreement is that no matter who of us dies first or how, the other person must immediately smash the other person's cell phone, drown the USB flash drive stuffed in the corner of the bed, break the other person's phone card, and burn all the Mary Sue words of the other person's childhood that cannot be shared by outsiders.
Adding to my identity as a certain Tang writer, these things become even more important.
I have even thought about it, if I am assassinated, and when the relevant departments choose to investigate my browsing history to find the murderer, I will have to jump out of the urn and struggle to shout, "I am a shark! Don't investigate!"
Even if I die, I will leave my innocence in the world! !
But what I never expected was that, even though nothing happened, when I opened my eyes, I found that I had changed my appearance and became a completely transparent ghost. No one could see me, I couldn't touch anything, I was useless except for walking through walls, and I couldn't even open the door to go out.
"Crack."
The door of my house opened from the outside, and there were footsteps.
Are they rescuers?
No.
They are the Infinite Survivors. They want to have an escape room in my house. They are either alive or dead.
And I can only watch them rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for clues...
Help! ! Is it too far away? Is it too far away? ! Don't turn on my phone! The Haitang page from last night hasn't been withdrawn yet! Don't click on the chat history between me and my sister! ! There really are no clues there! No clues! Don't, don't, don't! ! The blood in the toilet bucket is because of my period! Not a shark hunter! ! There are only rancid apple peels in the trash can. Please don't dump it out. Help! Don't touch my second grade diary from elementary school and the novel about the four major families on campus. There really are no clues here! ! !
I cried really loudly.
They really can't hear it! ! !
I'm so desperate!
I could only experience this public execution again and again with a broken face. I gradually became numb and wanted to cry without tears.
However, I found that as they investigated, my home seemed to become more and more unfamiliar...
Help? ? Where did the ghost come from!
! I'm really afraid of ghosts! ! Don't come here! ! !
Ouch! ! ! !
Oh?
Can't even the ghosts see me?
That's okay :)
Purpose: No matter where you are, never give up courage and kindness
