Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 520: Killing Nursery Rhymes (Part 2)

Chapter 520 Killing Nursery Rhymes (Part 2)

Familiar singing came to my ears, and I used my judgment eye to look at the playground shrouded in fog: "Be careful, they are coming."

"They?" Truman didn't have judgment, so naturally he couldn't see the scene in the mist. He stood side by side with me, and didn't hide behind me at the critical moment: "I checked this dream before, and there are no living people. You are sure you read it right."

I signaled Truman to get back, the singing gradually approached, and those swaying figures had already surrounded him.

One by one, their faces were sallow and their bodies were weak, like children made of paper walking out of the fog.

"Anchor, it's best not to communicate with outsiders in the dream, and be careful not to get lost here." Truman reminded in a low voice, I nodded, intending to evacuate, but it was too late, these children seemed to recognize me And Truman, no matter where Truman and I go, they follow behind.

"A total of seven children, the same as what I saw in the dream of the hunchbacked boy, including Foxit and Fuming." The appearance of the children in Ye Bing's dream should be their appearance in real life, very real , but it seems that the feeling of horror has not diminished at all.

"Anchor, let's go quickly." Truman pulled me along the dirt road to leave, these children did not do anything out of the ordinary, just followed me and Truman, looking at me faintly , the eyes are very strange, as if they found a new toy.

Truman and I were walking in the mist, and it was easy to be exposed, but now there are seven weird children behind us, so I don't feel safe at all.

"Wait a minute, I seem to have overlooked a problem." Pulling away Truman, I stood where I was, looked at the children, compared the two dreams, and suddenly thought of the problem: "I see."

There was a smile on the face under the mask, and my eyes were fixed on a child.

"What do you understand? Don't waste time, the nightmare will never give up, it may come at any time, before the danger appears, we need to search as many places as possible, the more we have, the more we can escape Those who go out will make me bigger." Truman didn't understand what I was going to do, the mask covered my face, so he couldn't see the smile on my face at this moment.

"No matter what happens later, don't come here. If something happens to me, you can go first." I said in a low voice.

"Why is it the same as telling the funeral? What are you going to do?" Truman wanted to say something, but his words were interrupted by another voice.

The tallest boy among the seven children came out. He was in the period of changing his voice, and his voice sounded very strange: "Can you play a game with me?"

"Anchor, don't promise him. Playing games in dreams is the most taboo. It's true and false. Games in dreams are easy to get lost." Truman didn't want to leave by himself, and wanted to take me away forcibly , During this delay, both of us were caught up by the children, and the expressions on their faces became more and more excited.

"Are you new teachers? Play a game with us!"

"If you don't play this game, we will follow you all the time."

"If you don't play with us, we'll find someone else to come over."

Seven children were making noise, preventing Truman and me from leaving. During the period, Truman tried to force his way out, but before he had gone far, a thin child jumped on his back, like a piece of tinfoil Clinging tightly to him, pressing his head on his shoulder, he kept repeating in his mouth—let's play a game.

It wasn't until Truman came back obediently that the child jumped off his back.

"I can't go away." Truman had a bitter look on his face, he was still discussing some plan just now, and he fell into a desperate situation in a blink of an eye: "Be careful, I suspect that it is the nightmare that drives these ghost children, and she can become the root of all nightmares Master."

"Don't worry." I walked up to the tallest child: "What game do you want to play with me?"

"It's a very common little game. Have you ever heard of bamboo cage eyes? It's just a ghost squatting in the middle, blindfolded, pretending to be a caged bird, while other people are holding hands around and singing in circles. The person on the back has to guess who the person on the back is, and the guessed person will replace the original person as a ghost." The tall boy spread his hands after finishing speaking: "Isn't it very simple?"

"Okay, I'm here to play with you, but I need to clarify the rules before playing. If I don't guess correctly, what will happen? Do I have to stay here to play games with you all the time?" I changed He lost his voice and spoke in a hoarse and low voice.

"I'll tell you when I'm done playing, how about this, we have seven people, I'll give you seven chances, as long as you can guess once, not only will we not stop you, but we will also give you a little hint. "The boy said very sincerely, seven chances, the other party has seven people in total, even if it is blind, the probability is not low.

Hearing the rules of the game, Truman also breathed a sigh of relief. In his opinion, this is not a fatal game: "Anchor, why don't you replace me. I watched your live broadcast before, and your luck has never been so good." Good."

"No." I waved my hands and looked at the tall boy: "Tell me the names of the seven of you, and then we can start the game."

The tall boy reported seven names one by one, none of which I have heard of.

"It's all fake names!" I cursed inwardly, without revealing anything, looking at the two brothers Foxit and Fuming in the crowd, I became more certain about my previous guess: "Okay, I remember all the names Stop, let's start the game."

I made a gesture to Truman, telling him to stay away, and if the situation is not good, he should go first.

Knowing that he couldn't change his mind, Truman sighed and pushed a few meters away.

"Don't peek." The tall boy took out a cloth strip to cover my eyes, they held hands and sang that weird nursery rhyme.

"Bamboo cage eyes, bamboo cage eyes."

"A bird in a cage."

"When will it be out?"

"Night at dawn."

"The crane and the turtle slipped."

"Who is the person behind it?"

Every time I listen to this nursery rhyme, I feel very weird. When night falls, the tortoise and crane, which symbolize longevity and auspiciousness, fall down. When bad luck comes to the door, guess who is behind it?

A murderer? Or a deadly ghost? Or is it the master of nightmares?

The nursery rhyme stopped, and I shouted without a moment's pause: "The person standing behind me is called Foxit!"

After I finished speaking, I immediately took off the black cloth and turned my head to see that Foxit, the tallest boy, was standing behind me in embarrassment.

"There is no Foxit in those seven names, anchor, did you remember it wrong? But it doesn't matter, there are 6 more chances." Truman secretly gestured to me with his hands in his pockets, he also remembered it before The names of these seven kids, trying to cheat give me hints.

"Did I guess right?"

Throwing away the black cloth, I stared at the boy behind me, he felt uncomfortable from my look, so he reluctantly waved his hand: "You guessed wrong!"

"Really? Then let's continue." Looking at the boy in front of me, I remembered the scene when these children played tricks on Chen Jiuge. No matter what he said, these people said that he guessed wrong.

However, I am not him!

The game continued, I tied the black cloth, and the seven children held hands and sang nursery rhymes. The moment the singing stopped, I called out Foxit's name again.

This time Truman also noticed that something was wrong, because my voice was very sure, and this time it was still the tall boy standing behind me.

Turning around, I tore off the black cloth: "Did I guess right this time?"

The tall boy's face turned purple, and his expression was stiff: "No, you guessed wrong! My name is not Foxit."

"Then what's your name?" I put my arms around my chest: "Could it be that your name is Ye Bing? Or are you called Nightmare?"

Hearing my words, the tall boy's face became very ugly, and he squeezed for a long time before saying: "How did you guess it? I have hidden all of Ye Bing's memories. Where did you see it?" ?”

"Do you think I will tell you?" I sneered, as early as when the seven children appeared, I felt something was wrong. The orphanage in the dream of the hunchback boy stayed twenty years ago, in Ye Bing's dream The orphanage in my home was more than ten years ago. At that time, Foxit had been killed by a hunchbacked boy. How could he appear? So this Foxit must be fake.

As for who in the nightmare has the ability to impersonate a dead person, the answer is obvious.

Only nightmares!