The noisy music, the crowded crowd, and the chaotic square, Fang Shenyan seemed out of place when standing among the crowd.

He seemed not to have appeared in this environment, especially his right eye, which was still bleeding, making him look like a weird person suffering from an evil disease.

But the crowd around turned a blind eye to this, pushing, shouting, and shaking the glow stick in their hands frantically.

Fang Shenyan quietly pushed out the square, glanced sharply around, and looked at an office building in the south with a serious look on his face.

He raised his wrist and looked at the watch, and the minute hand on it stopped at a quarter of it, that is, at 20:15.

"He pulled me back, why is it the past..."

Since the Living Dead case was over, only Fang Shenyan has remained in this project.

And this time, there are no rules in the project, life and death...

There is nothing left, only He and Fang Shenyan.

Fang Shenyan had an idea that he must have taken him away because he hoped to get something from him, so death in a short period of time should not happen.

As long as this ghost has a purpose, there may be mistakes.

In other words, even if there is no life in this situation, there is not no chance of change.

Since it is the past, there is something that I have to look at - the true origin of the Living Dead.

Fang Shenyan's ideas are still very clear. He pulled himself back in the past, with unknown intentions, but it must be related to the living dead.

After all, the host's fate was personally facilitated.

He used to be unable to find out everything in the case, but now is the time, and maybe this is what he hopes Fang Shenyan will do.

After embarking on this path again, Fang Shenyan's mentality has changed significantly.

In the case, he actually did not go deep into the fireworks bureau, but looked down at everything as a bystander.

Now that he is in the crowd and the cold wind, a trace of unusual smell in the real environment gives him a more real experience.

Fang Shenyan looked at the figures passing by, with different faces, his ordinary left eye and bloody right eye, as he merged, he felt a familiar atmosphere from these tourists.

Familiarity is because he has seen it in the new world of the Horror House project.

Those lively and enthusiastic tourists look exactly the same as ordinary people, but the feeling that they give Fang Shenyan is exactly the same as when they saw a female teacher with high heels.

Even because of too many people and more densely positioned, the strange sense of incongruity became even stronger.

Fang Shenyan's pace towards the South Tower involuntarily slowed down, and began to slowly observe every passerby, and at the same time he felt strong suspicion.

On the one hand, he suspected that all the tourists he saw were eye monsters; this guess seemed to explain why many ordinary people on such a large scale turned a blind eye to supernatural, death and blood.

But on the other hand, he knew very well that this is actually a mysterious place he created.

Therefore, everything you see and hear here may be fake and fabricated to deceive and induce.

A past that is hard to tell the truth and false is not clear. Fang Shenyan walked into the South Tower for the third time with this confusion, and this place of beginning.

...

"I said, how did you arrange it? It would be fine to get our backstage underground, but why did even the makeup mirror break?

What's wrong? The mirrors are all gray and even people can't see them.

You guys hurry up and find someone to check it out, either deal with it or change it to another batch."

20:18.

Fang Shenyan entered the bottom floor of the South Building with a path that everyone had never thought of, and witnessed the scene when the host was still alive.

In the dressing room, the host changed his humorousness in front of the stage and cursed at the staff on the other end of the phone.

"It's a mirror again."

Fang Shenyan stood at the door and listened to all this, and was generally sure in his heart that he should have appeared and was mediated through the mirror.

However, the host has not had any abnormalities yet. He is still dealing with the next performance in the dressing room, and everything is as usual.

Fang Shenyan at the door didn't understand his intention, so he did not dare to show up rashly, so he stayed outside the door all the time.

"Xiaomei is really good. It's better not to give up this sponsorship. I have to work hard to ask for help, but the result is..."

The host inside was still complaining, but suddenly the voice disappeared inexplicably when he said this.

Fang Shenyan frowned and looked inward, but the host who was originally sitting on the chair disappeared out of thin air.

20:21.

He immediately rushed into the dressing room, stood where the host had stood before and watched, and finally turned his eyes to the mirror.

The host's mouth was covered with dust and could not reflect the mirror. At this moment, the bright red blood began to flow from the frame above.

The red blood washed away the gray dust, and the sticky red mud covered the entire yellow table, dripping down along the edge of the table.

Fang Shenyan took a step back with a serious expression. The blood in his right eye seemed to be worse than before, but he still stared straight into the mirror.

This mirror, which was completely dyed red, was also dirty after the dust was drained, and could only barely reflect a blurred figure.

"I am the black shadow in the mirror, and who is the red blood outside the mirror coming from?"

Fang Shenyan had a strong sign of uneasiness in his heart. As soon as his eyebrows were hanging down and he fell into thought, he immediately rushed to the side.

A strange crisp sound rang behind it, like the sound of something breaking.

Then, when he opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the dressing room, but in a strange environment full of debris.

20:24.

Fang Shenyan, who had inexplicably arrived at the utility room, lay flat on a broken table, with his arms on his chest, and his legs naturally hang under the table.

He was very conscious, but he lost control of his body.

In the dim room, a weak sob came faintly in his ears. The sound was very weak, but full of fear.

The left eye kept blinking, but the bleeding right eye seemed to be no longer part of Fang Shenyan's organization.

It stared straight at the dark ceiling, and the wet blood lingered on the surface of the eyeball, pointing a circle to the black curtain in the field of view, with round eyes.

The round eye in the black curtain looked at Fang Shenyan's bleeding white eyes for a long time.

Then, a crazy trembling hand stretched out from under the table, and a finger appeared on his right eye. The cracked nails were still stained with blood, hanging above the eyeball in the following posture.

Fang Shenyan couldn't move, and he was a little nervous inside, but he was not panicked.

The dark ceiling is a black curtain, which is just an adjective, but he can be sure that the round eyes he saw are real.

But it is difficult to tell whether the hand stretched out under the table is true or false.

"Removing your eyes..."

His purpose is to take away Fang Shenyan's white right eye?

But why do you have to waste your money? Wouldn't it be more effective to kill it?

"Sa!"

The dirty finger fell down suddenly and slid hard along the surface of the eyeball.

Under the instinct of the human body, Fang Shenyan unconsciously closed his eyes, and his whole body trembled subconsciously for a moment, and suddenly he regained consciousness.

"Dinglinglinglinglinglinglingling!"

The harsh ringtone suddenly rang under the feet, and Fang Shenyan returned to the dressing room, without any injuries, including the white right eye.
Chapter completed!