[Pure horror story + unit story + no CP + high IQ protagonist + infinite reversals]
Supernatural writer Mr. Qi always said that the most terrifying stories have an "earthy flavor". But when the submission with the ID "Xiaoman" popped into the mailbox, what he smelled was the blood and moldy poison that was too thick to be dissolved.
"The Bloody Orphanage" - the title is as straightforward as an old scar.
The text is a living picture of hell: **On a rainy night eighty years ago, the decaying wooden floor of the orphanage was groaning under the trampling, the smell of the caregiver's cheap soap mixed with the fearful sweat of the children, the touch of the warm blood droplets splashing on the cold Madonna statue when the butcher knife fell...** The details are so real that Mr. Qi's fingertips are numb. This is definitely not a creation, it is a memory playback engraved into the soul! **
He immediately searched for "Xiaoman", but a cold "This user does not exist" popped up on the page.
His professional instinct led him to retrieve the encrypted archive and enter the coordinates in the story - "The foothills of Yunyin Mountain in the western suburbs".
A dusty record pops up: **Eighty years ago, a serious murder occurred in the "Love Orphanage". All members died tragically, and five perpetrators disappeared. The case remains unsolved to this day! **
The name, location, disappearance of the murderer... Perfectly fit with Xiaoman's story! **
The chill exploded instantly.
It is impossible for a centenarian to write this kind of text, let alone disappear instantly after submitting it!
The gears of logic are turning crazily, crushing all common sense explanations, leaving only one horrifying answer:
**This is not an adaptation. This is the resentful spirit entrenched in the ruins of the haunted house. It is sending the memory of its death to the world through the network cable! **
Mr. Qi decisively sealed the file and marked it as "Erosion Level - Untouchable".
But the last IP address visited before the "Xiaoman" account evaporated weirdly pointed to the coordinates of the orphanage's former site, which is now the hinterland of the nature reserve... There is no signal tower there at all!
A month later, new emails hit the dead inbox.
Sender: **Lost Lamb**
Title: "Baby Soup" - a baby girl with seven-star moles and the everlasting stove fire
Mr. Qi stared at the title, the blue light of the e-cigarette reflecting his suddenly contracted pupils.
He was familiar with this smell - another "earthy smell" from the abyss.
And this time the sender "The Lost Lamb"... Is he also standing in another resentful ruin, typing on the keyboard across time and space?
The attachment is downloading. The progress bar is like a lead to hell, burning faintly.
Mission: "Those who gaze into the abyss will eventually become a new chapter in the abyss."
