absurd deduction game.

There is a bamboo and rattan recliner in the innermost part of the bedroom, the kind that can be shaken, and it creaks when shaken.

The curtains were drawn tightly, but because it was too dark, the guide turned on the lights.

Nightmare felt more than once that his eyes were a model of spending money to seek guilt. If the "truth" was beautiful or even ordinary, it would be fine. In the game of absurdity, it is obvious that the terrible truth accounts for the majority.

She can always see something that makes her sick, and she has to pretend to be indifferent, otherwise she will be torn apart by those things.

Just like now, she was pulled by the guide to the reclining chair, and she looked at a corpse on the reclining chair that had been decomposing for a long time.

The face of the corpse showed a dead old appearance, the flesh had been rotted long ago, and the cotton-padded jacket was neatly worn on its body, but the wriggling maggots and the rotting liquid left behind always stained the cotton-padded jacket everywhere. Get dirty.

"Look, my father is so seriously ill that he can no longer walk by himself, but he keeps moving around, and the clothes he just put on are dirty again." Gao Yiling smiled distressedly at Nightmare, with a hint of complaint .

But before Yan could respond, she immediately turned her head and acted coquettishly at the corpse: "Oh, Dad, I told you, it's very cold to wash clothes in winter, you can't walk around now, just lie down in peace, Don't move around, when you recover from illness, I will accompany you out to play around, okay?"

"I'll take you with me, and I'll report all the tour groups I took at the travel agency. Let's go on a trip and never stay in this cold town again. But you have to take your medicine obediently and get better first~"

Yan looked at this scene in a daze, Gao Yiling's eyes and tone were so sincere, it seemed that he really didn't think the corpse had anything to do with death.

It was Gao Yiling who was crazy.

"Well, please wipe his body again, I'll see your technique and learn from it." Gao Yiling made a please gesture to Yan, then obediently sat on the bed, and watched from a very close angle.

From Yan's perspective, the bed had already left traces of rotting corpses lying on it, densely packed insect eggs were born in the liquid, some of which had been broken, and tiny insects drilled out halfway, writhing crazily.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the writhing sounds of the bugs that have become buzzing because of the large number.

Gao Yiling sat down on the bed, her black skirt was stained with dirt, she was in the pile of worms, and cast her gaze on Yan.

A layer of goose bumps appeared on Yan's arms, and insect eggs were falling on the ground. She felt like she had nowhere to go, so she could only bite the bullet and walked forward to the side of the corpse.

Most of the audience who followed their actions gathered in Yan's live broadcast room at this time, because the three of them acted together, and it was obvious that it was Yan who triggered the plot.

The two in the living room may be a bit boring. In contrast, many viewers are very happy to come to Yan's live broadcast room to watch the plot temporarily.

The perspective of the live broadcast room and Yan's perspective are the same, so countless viewers also saw the reality that revealed the tip of the iceberg.

[Fuck, this scene really sucks, I'd rather serve a ghost than share a room with so many bugs]
[It's so disgusting, the sense of substitution is very strong, I can already feel bugs crawling on the back of my feet]
[So now the fact is that Gao Yiling is a ghost and her father is a dead body, right?Does she know, or does she not know? ]
[Two possibilities, one is that she really doesn't believe that her father is dead, and thinks that her father is still alive, maybe she is an obsessed ghost]
[Continue, the second is that she knows that her father is dead, and she has a purpose in letting Yan come into the room to help]
[I think the thinking upstairs is a little simple. This kind of place depends on the overall environment. There may be countless possibilities]
[Then there is no need to discuss it, you said it as if you didn’t say it]
[Ahhh, I am a fan of Yan, who can tell me if she is in danger now! ]
[It's hard to say, I also find it strange, Gao Yiling's reaction is too vague, I don't know what she wants to do]
The hot water bottle on the ground seemed to be freshly boiled clean hot water, and I poured some into the round washbasin. Yan dipped the towel in his hand into the hot water in the basin, at least the touch was correct.

She wrung out the towel until it was half dry, and had to wipe the corpse's face first.

There is a saying that she said is correct, she really worked as a nurse, but in another copy she experienced in the early days, the polluted orphanage had all kinds of malicious patients, nurses, and The dean, and their deducers are like little white flowers who have strayed in.

Those ghost nurses are conscientious towards the patients, which can be called connivance, but they are critical of them, the deducers. Once they do something wrong, they give the ghost nurses a reason to kill them.

In order to survive, Nightmare desperately learned how ghost nurses take care of patients, and in the fear of being killed by her own patients at any time, she finally survived.

A total of eight people's deduction, only she and another girl left alive.

Nightmare suddenly felt that he had returned to that time.

What she has to take care of is not a living person, the danger is unknown, and there is Gao Yiling beside her, watching her just like the ghost nurse back then.

And it is even more difficult now than it was then. Although the patient was a ghost at that time, at least the parts were damaged openly, unlike the corpse in front of her, where the skin and flesh were all rotten. She was afraid that a large piece would be wiped off by rubbing herself.

But Gao Yiling was staring at it, Yan held his breath and concentrated, exerted his greatest patience, and wiped it carefully.

Under the ears, under the chin, on the neck...

When Yan was doing this work, he had to get very close to the corpse, and the maggots that emerged from the rotten flesh flicked their heads and tails on the towel from time to time.

Compared with the densely packed insect eggs under the feet and on the bed, things like maggots are quite familiar, and you have to touch them in many deduction. Yan gradually became expressionless, and when he realized that Gao Yiling didn't seem to restrict her movements much, his hands were quick and his eyes were quick. He picked out the maggots one by one and threw them aside.

There were too many maggots in some places, sensing the danger, they formed groups and tried their best to drill into the flesh, and Yan dug them all out without changing his face. After a while, at least on the surface, the head and face of the corpse were much cleaner.

I don't know what kind of terrifying scene is under the clothes. With a flash of inspiration, he turned his head to Gao Yiling and said, "It's cold now, and we need to keep warm. You can't take off his clothes and wipe his body frequently. The heat that he has finally gathered lost."

"Then what should we do?" Gao Yiling asked anxiously.

"In this kind of weather, you only need to wipe his neck, hands and feet, and then wash his body carefully every other week or so." Yan tried to make the time as long as possible. Anyway, after a week, she would either leave or die. , there must be nothing wrong with her.

At this moment, Yan suddenly felt that his hand was being grabbed by another hand.

With a sudden heartbeat, she turned her head suddenly, and saw the corpse's eyeballs moving slightly in the empty eye sockets with no nerve tissue left, the arm wrapped in the clothes was lifted up, and one hand was placed accurately into her hands.

The corpse, which was so rotten that it was almost impossible to see a human figure, opened its mouth: "Thank you, you are obviously my daughter's guest...but let you do this kind of thing."

Gao Yiling immediately said: "Yes, I'm really sorry, thank you so much!"

The corpse moved its head stiffly, made a breathy sound, then grabbed Yan tightly, and pointed the other hand very slowly at the pile of maggots that were picked out on the ground: "Those...you...can see it."

When talking, the worms and pieces of meat in the mouth fell out little by little.

Yan: "..." Oh, fuck.