Chapter 241 My name is Han Yimo

Chapter 241 My name is Han Yimo

My name is Han Yimo.

I didn't lie.

No, it seems like he told a bit of a lie.

But that doesn't matter...

Can anyone please help me?

Damn it, my life is stuck! !

Why? ! Who can tell me why this is? !

Why do I linger on this day forever? !

Is it a curse? Yes, it must be the curse caused by that incident, otherwise I would not be able to explain this phenomenon at all.

But you really can't blame me for that matter. I already knew deeply that I was wrong.

But the problem is that no one gives me a chance to atone for my sins!

As the moderator of an established forum, I am more anxious than anyone else when I see the number of views on the forum declining every day.

I really didn't think much about it at the time. I just wanted the forum to be more popular.

So I found a photo of a beautiful woman on the Internet and made up a story at random. Although the story was a bit ugly, I swear I really made it up. The girl didn’t even know the uncle next to her.

But who would have thought that the girl was in the same city as me? !

Who would have thought that this thing would spread faster than the plague? !

I obviously deleted the post immediately, but netizens lost control...

They were like leeches who had been hungry for a long time. They accidentally saw a piece of sizzling fat meat and pounced on it.

Countless people said that this girl was a bitch, a prostitute, and the Pan Jinlian of the new era.

Some people even swore out other dirty information about the girl. One or two of them said they had slept with her, and they told the story in a convincing manner, and even included a few photos where their faces could not be seen clearly.

I never thought that human nature could be so bad, so I immediately posted a statement saying that I had made up the previous story and that the girl in the photo had nothing to do with the uncle.

But my rumor-refuting posts had very few views and quickly sank to the bottom.

I couldn't stop netizens from searching her for human flesh. I even heard that many people found her home and sprayed dirty words all over the wall with paint.

The girl couldn't accept the massive abuse and gossip on the Internet and in real life, and eventually committed suicide.

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killed.

And my curse started from that day.

Three hours after the girl committed suicide, the entire earth began to shake, as if it were the anger of the gods.

I clearly remembered that I died in the earthquake, but when I turned around, I actually dreamed that I entered a strange room.

What happened next was terrifying. The game in that room was called "Liar." Eight of us sat together and had to vote for the liar.

But no matter who I choose, they will be brutally killed by that sheep-head mask in the end.

This dream is too real.

After being killed in the dream, I would go back to the day before the earthquake, and then watch the girl being reviled overwhelmingly, and finally receive the news that she had committed suicide, and then die in the earthquake, and then dream again.

Day after day, my life was stuck.

What kind of curse is this?

Why is this curse so powerful?

Have I been lowered? !

After being killed by a sheep head mask more than ten times in a row, I couldn't take it anymore.

I'm ready to find a way out of this.

If I can't free myself from this day, I will definitely collapse.

Since my curse comes from this girl, I plan to save her as much as possible in reality.

After all, I linger on the same day and can know everything that happens on that day.

Through the information picked up by netizens, I came to the girl's home, which had been ruined by those "messengers of justice".

There was a lot of red paint splashed on the door, and the word "bitch" was written all over the wall.

When I knocked on the door, the first thing I saw was the girl's parents, who were fully armed. They had dark eyes, disheveled hair, and held kitchen knives and spatulas in their hands, as if they were ready to fight anyone at any time.

I told them my purpose of coming, but they didn’t believe me. It wasn’t until I told them that I was a “rumor maker” that their expressions changed.

changed.

I thought they would let me see the girl, but the girl’s father chopped me to death with a knife.

It's really my own fault.

Who can understand how devastated I am?

After being hacked to death, I still couldn't get rid of this curse. I was fucking dreaming again!

It’s still that broken room! Or eight people! Still a "liar"! Or die!

Damn it, who's going to tell me what I should choose?

I'm a fucking liar myself!

There are too many loopholes in this game. Even if everyone chooses me, I will die. If everyone doesn't choose me, I will die.

I suspect this game exists just to kill me.

I was really going crazy during those days. Every time I opened my eyes, it was either before the earthquake or in a dark room.

I was going to die no matter what, and I found that the God of Death seemed to have put a sickle around my neck, and then forced me to do radio gymnastics. If I moved, I would die, and if I didn't move, I would die.

I feel like I've almost got all the ways to die in the world.

In order to get out of this horrible state and not receive the tragic message from that girl, I locked myself in the closet every time I woke up.

I know running away is not a good idea, but I really can't think of a better idea.

But gradually, I would see the girl's photo in the darkness.

It's like it's etched into my eyes.

After another while, I could hear the girl's voice.

She whispered in my ear that she was in pain and that she died unjustly.

In a few days, I always feel like that girl will be standing next to me in the dark.

I have never been so scared in my life.

From then on I could no longer enter a closed and dark environment...otherwise the girl's vision would appear and tell me how unjust her death was.

Yes, I know you died unjustly... I'm trying to find a way to save you!

It wasn't until more than thirty reincarnations that I finally saved the girl.

but this time

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The cost of saving her was a bit high, because I killed the girl's parents who had been blocking me from seeing her.

I knew I was crazy. I killed two people in order to save one person.

But do I have a better way?

No more. If I don’t save this girl who is about to commit suicide, my curse will never be lifted.

I told her that I did everything and hoped she could forgive me, but her mental state seemed very bad and she soon became delirious.

She must be suffering from severe depression, and now her mind is filled with thoughts of committing suicide.

After three or five reincarnations, I finally found the right way to save this girl.

First I want to kill her parents, then tie up the girl and control her, then cover her mouth with a towel to prevent her from biting her tongue and committing suicide. If possible, it is best to cut off her hands and feet, just to be safe.

Is this perverted?

Yes, very perverted.

Although I look no different than a perverted murderer, the funny thing is... I am trying to save this girl's life.

But what the hell is going on with this curse? !

I obviously saved the girl, I obviously let her survive!

But the earthquake still came!

I came to the dream room again!

It’s time to vote again! here we go again!

You go away!

Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Who can come and save me? !

After almost seventy or eighty reincarnations, I completely gave up the idea of ​​saving that girl.

Because I found that no matter how many times I saved her, the terrible earthquake and nightmare would still come.

At this time, another thought came to my mind...could my curse have nothing to do with girls?

Are the nightmares at night my curse?

If I want to escape, I have to crack the "Liar" game at night?

The thought cheered me up.

Is it because I didn't choose the right "liar" that I keep returning to this day again and again?