Chapter 1511

Before Edgar Allan Poe quietly sneaked back to the hall down the slope, he lay on the ground like a gecko, motionless and observed downward for a long time. After he was sure that the tall woman really left, he dared to breathe out his voice from Panasonic. Although the protective text under his coat had been there all the time, he still felt that he didn't dare to feel at ease until the other party left.

The woman not only took away the humanoid objects, but also the boat fairy. Looking down from where he was at this time, although he could only see half of the hall, the place where Zhou Xian fainted after being hit by the woman's two hands was just within his field of vision. At this time, it was empty, and there was no human figure long ago. He pricked up his ears and listened for a long time, and there was still no sound in the covered Hall of the other half - gone, must have gone, and finally gone... Damn it, he stepped on dog shit.

Allan Poe slowly climbed down the gentle slope and looked at the bare gray concrete ground around him. He really wanted to scold someone. In such a large valley, he had to design and adjust everywhere and find out the right words in order to finally present such a scene of Poe's style; Now we have to start all over again a little bit. What's the difference between cutting wood and building it when the wind blows down the house?

It would be much easier for him to give up the visual presentation of Allan Poe's novels. Anyway, Allan Poe has never read Allan Poe. He has only seen the first two pages of the collapse of the house of Usher, one of which is an illustration of the house of Usher; But he knew that Poe's style was higher than Stephen King - unfortunately, he had not seen the illustrations of Dante's Divine Comedy, otherwise he would definitely come to that.

As he went downhill, he was in a trance. Until he entered the hall, he was about to return to the door of his room. Suddenly, he was stunned that the woman named Lin didn't take the dead body away - presumably, who wants to move a dead body?

The body of the young girl, still as it was when she first died, lay at the door of the room; She looked sideways at Poe's direction, her eyes wide open, as if there was a certain color of anticipation and excitement, which was permanently frozen in her black pupils.

Allan Poe left far away, turned around twice, finally stamped his feet, strode up, grabbed the trouser leg of the female corpse with a few fingertips, and pulled her away from the door; He didn't know where to throw the body, so he pulled it out more than ten meters away and threw it in the center of the hall. It's not unattended here. If a dead body is thrown out, it will be taken away soon... Right? In other words, the power of operation to maintain the release space of this new game, what is the origin, is it human

Allan Poe wiped the hand that had just touched the leg of the corpse's pants on his pants, which widened the door and looked inside. After he put away the mountains and other words, it was restored to an empty large room. Although it was large, it could see the walls at a glance. He looked at it and felt nothing different. He was about to walk into the room when he heard a rustling sound behind him.

It sounds like the sound of cloth rubbing on the ground.

Poe slowly turned his head, but there was no one in the empty hall except him and the dead woman. His eyes fell on the female corpse, opposite her four eyes. For a moment, he couldn't remember what direction the female corpse finally faced when he just dragged her over and threw her down.

He stepped into the door, and the rustling friction of the cloth behind him gently followed him like a snake in the grass. Poe's scalp exploded, and he twisted his body again in a hurry - just in time to see the female corpse with her hands on the ground, her neck soft, and an unsupported head tilted, as if she wanted to climb up.

"Why did you kill me?" Her chin pointed straight to the ceiling, her lips did not even separate, but her voice slowly leaked out of her throat.

A scream, which he couldn't understand, suddenly rang out from Poe's mouth.

He dodged and rushed into the room. When he tried to pull the door with his backhand, he found that he couldn't pull it any more. He stood up, turned his head, and his eyes fell between the cracks of the door. From the crack of the door, a white face with body spots looming, like a pale full moon, gradually rose to the horizon and into his field of vision.

The female corpse's hand is still outside the door, where he can't see it. It should be holding the door handle tightly.

"Why?" She asked again.

She tilted her head, and her eyes seemed to fall into the corners of her eyes, deeply turning out a large amount of blood at the other end. When she made a sound, her lips, throat and chest did not move at all. Looking down, her feet were leaning outward on both sides and lying on the ground in a scalp numbing posture.

... no one can live like this.

Poe found that he did not know when he had already sat down. "No, it's not my fault," he said, clutching his coat in one hand and constantly secretly reminding himself that he was protected by words. "It's you who didn't take good care of the rules..."

The female corpse slowly sent a shoulder into the crack of the door, as if she was leaning sideways to squeeze in.

"I was going to remind you!" Allan Poe shouted hurriedly, "it's Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang encouraged you to continue, do you remember? I was about to explain to you at that time... But Mr. Zhang has been here for the longest time. I heard that the deadline is approaching, and he must most want to stay for a while..."

The female corpse stopped. She seemed to want to turn her head straight, but with a slight movement, her head fell to the other side like a seesaw. Allan Poe's spirit fought a battle, almost biting his tongue, and asked, "you, you are not dead, are you? Is it... Ah, I understand, is there any protection for game creators here that we don't know yet... So, you are dead and reborn?"

"Due date," the female corpse's eyes did not look at him, but seemed to stare at his two feet, and her voice was mixed with gangsters: "what deadline?"

Not only does it look like a zombie, it seems that even the brain and thinking are damaged with death. Although Poe recognized that the other party was not dead now, he had a little bottom in his heart, But I had to summon up the courage to answer: "Yes, you are new here, and you may not know many things yet. When the new game press conference is full, each of our creators can only stay here for ten months at most... Only when there are fewer people, the time limit for us to create games here can be extended... Until new members are sent in and the group is full of nine people again. So, there are those crazy people who want to keep it forever With the gap, I can stay for a few more days... "