There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 60 Sin
This is what Churchill said. The original meaning refers to those who are afflicted by depression, and it reflects other phenomena of the human mind.

The city seems to be shrouded in darkness, and this darkness comes from people's hearts.

Xu Shuo came to the third floor, which was Qiuzi's residence, and the stairwell smelled of decay, which became particularly pungent on rainy days.

He took out the key from his backpack, inserted the rusty keyhole several times before turning it around successfully, the old iron door creaked open, the room was dark and damp, occasionally there was the sound of ticking water coming from the toilet.

This place is really not very good.

Xu Shuo turned on the dim light, and saw a hut with one bedroom and one living room. Leftovers from lunch were placed on the table. The grease hadn’t solidified in summer, and because the windows and doors were closed, the smell inside was a bit weird. .

However, this is a shabby-looking house, but it is still clean and tidy.

He closed the door, walked over to open the window of the living room for ventilation, the sound of pattering rain came in instantly, and the curtains swayed slightly in the cool wind.

Xu Shuo dutifully washed the dishes again. The kitchen and the toilet were next to each other, so the space was very cramped. The faucet in the bathroom was not tightened tightly, and a drop of water would drop into the bucket from time to time. The sound was very clear in the quiet room. .

After that, he continued to explore in this small rental house, trying to find something that could trigger the character card.

After all, after getting the character card, you can directly open all the life memories of the character, which is more convenient for exploring scripts and completing tasks.

Excluding those necessary daily necessities, Qiuzi has very few personal items.

There are a few regular contacts on the phone, and there are also a few chat records in the social software, but they are all about daily exchanges such as "dance practice" and "rest". Xu Shuo jotted it down after reading it.

There is a large bed and a simple wardrobe in the room. There are various ballet costumes and girls' regular clothes in the cabinet, and there is no hidden compartment to hide things.

The dressing table was full of cosmetics that he didn't recognize.

Suddenly, Xu Shuo saw an upside-down wooden frame on the top of the dressing table.

After lifting the things up, it was a group photo of the two of them. The girls who seemed to have a good relationship smiled brightly and took this photo while sitting cross-legged in the dance practice room in dance clothes.

Found a clue that might help.

Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows, took out Qiuzi's mobile phone, opened the photo album to check, and found the same girl in the photo among a bunch of selfies.

In addition to Qiuzi and this girl, there are three other people who often appear in the camera, but it is obvious that the girl who specially printed the photo has a better relationship with the character.

And their backgrounds are all in the dance studio.

Could it be that this is the classic mode of choosing one of three?

Qiuzi is about to participate in a competition, which is related to ballet, so she practices so late every day.

However, he was killed tonight.

Is it because of jealousy?
Xu Shuo stroked the edge of the photo frame, sitting in the dimly lit room and meditating. The sound of the pattering rain outside gradually diminished, while the sound of water droplets falling from the faucet in the toilet gradually amplified.

As if something appeared, the room became dark and dense, and the sound of ticking was particularly harsh.

Xu Shuo turned his neck, the dark and lifeless pupils narrowed slightly, and became a little fierce, the dim yellow light above his head fell, and the girl's pale and delicate skin reflected the crystal color.

The body suddenly became a little stiff, and the fingertips made a sound when they moved. All these changes showed that this body was different from before.

Xu Shuo almost forgot that he was a dead person now.

Speaking of which, this body will change over time, won't it become stiff?No streaks?No way?

In this stiff state, the viscous feeling in the darkness became very clear, and the sound of ticking came from a distance, like an ethereal music.

Xu Shuo felt something weird sticking to his back, and a cold and trembling sensation hit his face, and, obviously, he didn't need to breathe anymore, but the feeling of suffocation and depression hit his mind.

But the next moment, his stiff body gradually eased.

The darkness is like sea water, the tide ebbs and flows, and the sense of suffocation quickly subsides, and the sound of pattering rain outside the window comes again.

The body regains normal control.

Xu Shuo raised his hand and touched his soft neck.

What was that just now?
If it was something that brought Qiuzi back from the dead, then his time seemed to be running out—that thing was asking for something.

Xu Shuo got up and walked to the dressing table, looking at his face in the mirror.

The girl's face was still pale, delicate and weak as if she had suffered from a serious illness, and the pupils in her wide-open eyes were dark and lifeless, as if something strange was circulating, dark and a little scary.

Xu Shuo blinked, but it was useless, so his brows and eyes turned into crescents, and a bright smile opened at the corner of his mouth.

Even more creepy.

He couldn't help but rolled his eyes, got up and fell back on the bed, then rolled around with the quilt in his arms.

Today, the female police officer seems to have suspected that he is abnormal, and she doesn't know what the background of this world is like. In case there is really something weird that can be detected...

Xu Shuo groaned in his heart for a while, then sat on the dressing table again, looking at the cosmetics on it and lost himself in thought.

In one night, he should be able to learn how to make up!
……

The city fell into darkness and silence.

The flashing neon lights gradually disappeared, and there were only faint street lights on the street fluttering in the wind and rain. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crashing on the ground, and flowing into the sewer near the edge of the street.

The dark mouse was rummaging around beside the trash can, and when the water splashed, it quickly rushed into the alley like a frightened bird.

A figure wrapped in a windbreaker walked in the night, he looked around in horror and fear, his footsteps were extremely hasty, and he stepped heavily on the ground full of water, until the tower-like building was close in front of him, he showed his loose Tone expression.

The man hurriedly rushed to the building, as if something terrible was chasing after him, he jumped in front of the closed gate, and he patted hard.

"Is there anyone?! Is there anyone?!"

He didn't dare to shout loudly, he could only lower his hoarse voice, screaming tremblingly and eagerly.

After patting for a while, the thick door was pushed open by his strength. The man was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly ran in.

In the tall and spacious church, the huge cross on the wall is shining brightly, and the colored windows on both sides reflect the neon light, projecting illusory and ethereal on the ground.

Above the prayer table, there is a figure with its back to the door, as if praying to the cross.

"Father! Help me!"

The man yelled and rushed over, kneeling on the ground with a panicked face.

Hearing the sound, the person standing above turned around, with a solemn but gentle expression on his slightly vicissitudes face.

But looking at the man kneeling down who was startled and frightened, the corner of the priest's mouth slowly curled into a smile, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Speak out of your sins, and the Lord will forgive you."

　I'm guilty, I only updated one chapter.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)