RPG Chapter 51: Set fifty one
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Setting 51: Supernatural Research Society (4)
When encountering the great **** of host, Shanzi Wei always feels that two medicines are not enough, one is quick-acting heart-relief pills, and the other is regret medicine.
He recognizes the Sp of Hearts, but there are so many cards to make up the Sp of Hearts, so why should it be "Ru Mu"! Why do you want to be a "ruly admiration" of hands, hands, feet, and feet! ! !
——Believe it or not, I’m crying (lang) to show you!
Fortunately, the host didn't ask for a list. Wei will send in now. The black-haired young man put away the toy box and explored the corridor in a proper manner.
Shanzi Wei looked at the host and walked to the Noh mask that the white shadow had fallen from before, bending over to pick it up.
Shanzi Wei's heart moved, he was just caught off guard by Bai Ying, and now he can find many details after thinking about it. The reason why the white shadow is so white is that it wears all-round white, not only the clothes and pants are white, but also the hands are white gloves, the whole "person" is airtight; its figure is flat, obviously male, Coupled with a low figure, either a young man with a short stature, or a young man who has not yet grown up.
Shan Ziwei walked to the host while thinking, and looked at the Noh mask with the black-haired youth. Looking closer, the Noh mask is even more permeating, with a white face, red lips, and black eye sockets that are like an abyss that absorbs all the light.
Shan Ziwei watched the host turning the mask over and over again, and the goose bumps were all up. This Noh mask is extremely uncomfortable, but Shan Ziwei did not find anything worth noting, as if it were just an ordinary scary mask. A certain **** misses the time to activate the set card, and without the "♣2 investigation", the clues can only be found purely based on eyesight and experience.
Shanzi Wei Xuxin asked the experienced gods around him: "Does this Noh Noodles have anything?"
The host shook his head, and Shanzi Wei speculated: "May be used in other places?" For example, hang it somewhere to turn on the mechanism or something.
The black-haired young man was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "This is a mask."
What else can it be if this is not a mask...
Between the calcium carbide fire, Shanzi Wei understood the meaning of host.
——The mask, of course, is on the face.
So the host did the same.
Fuck!
Shanzi Wei was shocked by the host’s daring: Can these things be worn casually! Although it doesn't look like much, it's a supernatural chessboard hero! Maybe you were possessed by something strange!
As Shanzi Wei thought, the host put on the Noh mask and the situation was very bad. He seemed to freeze, and the whole person froze there motionless.
"Hey, hello! host! host..."
Sanzi Wei yelled for several times without responding. He stared at the stagnant figure of the host, and finally gritted his teeth and tentatively patted the host's shoulder with his hand.
The moment the hand was patted, Shanzi Wei was relieved to see the black-haired youth taking off the Noh mask blankly.
"What happened just now?"
The host's response was to pass the mask over, "put it on, look."
Shanzi Wei did not hesitate to follow the host's instructions. He took over the Noh mask, and the cold touch made him feel like he had touched ice. When the entire mask was on his face, the coldness seemed to freeze his breath.
Soon, Shan Ziwei knew what "see" means in the host's mouth.
Through the eyes of the Noh mask, Shan Zi Wei saw another world-he was still in the corridor on the second floor of the Manda House, with some changes in position: he was standing at the entrance of the corridor before. He is in the middle of the corridor. In addition to the change in position, the height of his field of vision has also changed, as if his body suddenly shrank to a teenager, and his height dropped by nearly 1/3.
Then his "body" moved.
The quotation marks were added because Shanzi Wei couldn't feel his control over his body, and this "movement" was not at all out of his wishes. To describe it more accurately, he seemed to suddenly leave his body and attach himself to a child, following him to experience the world.
Wei Shanzi was confused for a moment, and his past experience of playing horror games quickly made him understand what this was all about.
This is... a memory kill?
Speaking of horror game routines, memory killing is indispensable. It is an important way to help players understand the background and script of the game. The difference is that Shan Zi Wei used to watch performances only through the screen, while the holographic online game allowed him to experience this memory killing firsthand.
Shanzi Wei felt all this strangely: the corridor in front of him was brightly lit, "he" slowly walked towards the stairway at the end of the corridor, almost stopping one step at a time, so slowly that Wei could pass by. The reflection of "self" is captured on the vase-a boy wearing a Noh mask and white clothes.
Shan Ziwei was surprised: isn't this the white shadow they met before?
At this time, a "da da da" footstep sounded from downstairs, from far to near, it was obvious that someone was stepping up the stairs. The not rushed footsteps seemed to stimulate "he", and "he" paused for a moment, and then ran towards the stairs in two steps.
As soon as "he" arrived at the top of the stairs, he ran into a beautiful woman head-on. That beautiful woman is about forty or so, whether it is the well-maintained skin or the expensive clothes on her body, it shows that her identity is not simple.
Seeing "him", a strange light flashed across the beautiful woman's face. Shan Zi Wei's heart trembled suddenly. If it were someone else, he might interpret the strange emotions as shock and panic. After all, anyone who saw this mask would be frightened at the first sight. Only Shan Zi Wei could see the shock. And under the horror, a deep hatred was also concealed.
So familiar...
The beautiful woman quickly erased the strangeness on her face, showing a petting smile, "Baby, why did you come out?"
"He" did not speak.
The beautiful woman stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch "his" head, "Do you want something? Tell mom, mom will buy you..."
"He" reached out his hand and pushed the "Mom" in front of him hard.
The woman’s expression freezes in astonishment. Shanzi Wei watched this happen in disbelief. Behind "Mom" is the tall and long stairs. Shanzi Wei just ran a trip, so he can guarantee that the stairs are better than Generally, stairs are much more dangerous. Shanzi Wei subconsciously wanted to hold him, his motionless body told him that what he saw before him was nothing but a memory that had happened long ago. He couldn't change anything. He could only watch his "mother" leaning back like a dying swan. The hand that had nowhere to focus because he waved in the air, just hitting "his" face.
Because of the presence of the mask, "he" did not feel any pain, only the mask was knocked loose and hung slantingly on his face.
"Porphy, Por, Por..."
Shan Ziwei's vision was blocked a lot by the slanted mask. He could only hear layer after layer of dull impact, which was so suppressed that people could hardly breathe. "He" straightened the somewhat crooked mask and looked condescendingly at the bottom of the stairs.
The woman lay on her side crookedly and crookedly under the corner on the opposite side of the ground floor, apparently after she rolled out the stairs and hit the opposite wall; her body was broken in many places, and blood was knocked out in many places. Shan Zi Wei thought the woman was dead for a moment, but she still opened her eyes soaked in blood tremblingly. Even if he didn't do it, Shanzi Wei subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief-great, "mother" was not dead.
"Mom" was lost for a while, and then she turned her only movable head with difficulty, and gradually, gradually turned her head to look upstairs-she finally couldn't see the person she was going to see, Shanzi Wei's Halfway through his breath, he froze. He looked at the wall where "Mum" was leaning in horror, on which-a decorative weapon intersected by a hamaxe hung.
Everything is like entering a slow motion, perhaps because of the previous impact, or perhaps because it has not been repaired for a long time, I saw the heavy hammer facing the beautiful woman’s head, sliding little by little by gravity, and finally straight Straight down——
Click.
Shan Zi Wei took off his Noh mask abruptly, the sound of bone crushing lingering in his ears, his eyes were full of blood that could not be washed away. His heart beats extremely fast, strong emotions rushing across his head, fear, anger, and unspeakable sadness. Shanzi Wei knew that these emotions were not his. He was indeed a little frightened. He was also angry at what "he" did, but he would not be so strong or even sad.
It should be the influence exerted on him by the Noh mask. Is it a price to watch the memory kill? Shanzi Wei thought, he glanced at the panel, and as expected, all three types of sp were reduced by a bit.
These foreign emotions were quickly cleared up by Shan Zi Wei. After everything subsided, a certain idiot suddenly found something wrong. He turned around and swept for a week, and then found something angrily.
The host is gone.
Listen Wei didn't come up in one breath--how about a good cooperation? ! Where is the most basic trust between people! ! !
The poor, abandoned white-haired young man stood alone in the hallway of the ghost house, holding the Noh mask left by the ghost in his hand, surrounded by darkness. No matter how you look at it, it’s a convenient rhythm in the next second. You must know that no matter which horror movie you are in, being alone is equivalent to declaring "fire at me" to the ghost. It is basically an unsuccessful death flag...
The word "flag" caused Shanzi Wei to turn around and was about to go downstairs to find other companions. He stared at the setting panel, fighting fiercely in his heart.
[Setting 2: You are a member of a supernatural research community that actively participates in activities, and believe in "If you do not die, you will die" (1/8). (9:22:31)]
If you don't die...you will die.
Although Setting 2 is far from activated, "1/8" stipulates that they have to fight 8 times before the setting is activated. I heard the sound of footsteps running upstairs and **** once, but it was far from enough. Shanzi Wei had the final say, even if they had played all the supernatural games on the event leaflet, only 5 times, they still had to seek more opportunities for "death".
There is no doubt that the behavior of exploring the haunted house alone can definitely be counted as "death".
Shanzi Wei suddenly had an unreliable idea: the host...wouldn't think of this, so let him go?
Say hello to him anyway, uncle!
The white-haired youth is full of grievances. As for the host is a list of missing things due to some accident, Wei did not take it into consideration-that is the host, the host with the brand name "World", even if other players are dead. That guy must be alive and well.
Complaining and complaining, Shanzi Wei turned around honestly and faced the corridor on the second floor again.
In the dark and heavy shadows, Shan Zi Wei touched the light switch on the wall of the stairs. With a "click", although the light was on, the light projected was very limited, and it was sparsely spread on the corridor, half dead.
Shanzi Wei's mood is the same. Having a companion and not having a companion are completely two concepts. Even if a companion is not reliable, as long as someone is standing by his side, he will feel a lot of peace of mind. This is a kind of "potential". Without this kind of popularity, the pressure on Wei Shanzi has increased exponentially. It is as if he is just standing here alone, and the dignified atmosphere around him can't wait to squeeze. Coming up, forcing him to listen to his own heartbeat, look at his own shadow, and feel his own fear.
The Noh mask in his hand is getting colder and colder, and Shanzi Wei can’t wait to throw it away, but it is obviously a very important prop, so Shanzi Wei only stuffed the Noh mask for——
Shanzi Wei suddenly froze: He still has little Gaia, doesn't he?
Perhaps knowing that this board does not use it for anything. Little Gaia has been very quietly lying on Shan Zi’s shoulder since the game started. Seeing the Noh mask handing it over, he first stuck his head on it, like a A small furry animal puts its face on the Noh mask-looking at the mask on top of its head, you know that it seems to have a soft spot for masks. However, the Noh mask is made according to the proportion of ordinary people. The little Gaia's face, which is only the size of a doll, is not even half of the Noh mask. Only the face of the mask on the little Gaia's head is flat in a straight line, and the silver-haired and black-robed doll is silent. Retracting his head, bulging his cheeks, swallowing the Noh mask in one mouthful, and leaning back on Shan Zi's shoulders, his eyes disappeared.
Since Wei Le, Shanzi, little Gaia turned his head to look over. The eyes with black and white pupils were still ghostly, but Wei An was very heartbroken.
"Fortunately, I still have you."
Little Gaia seemed to perceive the panic in Shanzi Wei's heart, and his small mouth with red lips and white teeth opened, spitting out comforting text bubbles one after another.
[I am]
[I am]
[I am]
[I have always been]
[I]...
"Hmm, well, I know, I know." Shanzi Wei Dali touched Gaia's head, his face was a little feverish, and he was really getting better and better, and he even wanted a toy box to give him. Cheer up. Due to Shanzi Wei's actions, the last text bubble overflowed before he finished speaking. Little Gaia opened his black and white eyes and swallowed the remaining four words.
[I]... everywhere.
During talking to the toy box, Shanzi Wei also stepped into the corridor. The entire second floor seems to be run through by a corridor with different rooms on both sides. Shan Zi Wei saw the study room inside through the glass door on the left front side of the stairway-there must be paper and pen in the study room. You can play with pen if you have paper and pen. Immortal.
However, it cannot be opened without the key.
Shanzi Wei looked over all the way. There are vases between the doors on both sides of the corridor, and paintings are hung on the wall behind the vases. Although it is a painting, the picture is black and there is nothing. Shan Zi Wei Bing studied the mentality of investigating all the objects in the horror game for a while, and finally missed the previous keyboard game with a heart-fighting.
Anyone who has played the real escape room knows that the real secret room is not as intuitive as the game interface-what can be investigated, what cannot be investigated, what is investigated is useless, and what is a customs clearance item should be taken away. Clearly Chu. The biggest feature of the holographic online game is that the player can fully interact with the various props in the scene, so it creates a dilemma that all clues at a glance-how do you know whether the painting on the wall is a set setting or a reminder of clearance? ?
The 233-year-old Mr. Shan gave up thinking, and went on numbly, and tried to turn the handle when he encountered the door. When he reached the end, Shan Ziwei found that the door on the left of the corridor was locked. Although the door on the right could be opened, it was completely dark inside. The previous corridor was shrouded in shadows at best, and some outlines could barely be seen, while the room on the right was really black, so black that Wei could not see it when he reached in his hand. Therefore, Shanzi Wei tried to touch the light switch at the door, and didn't mean to walk in at all-he wanted to die, not to seek death.
At the end of the corridor, Shan Ziwei saw an ink painting. The painting is very big, taller than Shan Zi Wei, so big that it occupies almost the entire wall. On such a sprawling paper, there is only a picture of a person holding an oiled paper umbrella.
Of course, one person is enough.
It was just a back view, and it was mostly covered by the oil paper umbrella, which made Shan Zi Wei feel the grace of the person in the painting, and he couldn't help holding his breath. The figure in the painting is slender, wearing a dark long gown of silk and satin, holding an umbrella, and walking leisurely in the rain like this, giving people a hazy and deep beauty.
Shan Ziwei was amazed, not only amazed at the beauty of the person in the painting, but also at the superb skills of the painter. He seemed to be able to hear the sound of rain dripping on the oil-paper umbrella.
Tick-answer-tick-tick-
Shanzi Wei's eyes trembled uncontrollably, he heard it right, there really was a sound of water droplets!
The white-haired young man stared at the rain in the painting. Perhaps it was because of the ink painting. The rain in the painting was colored with ink. It didn't look like rain, but something very evil and very dirty.
Tick—Tick—Tick—
The terrible sewage in the painting is gathering more and more, and it seems that it is full of overflowing from the painting.
The oil paper umbrella trembled suddenly.
Tick.
In Shanzi Wei's horrified gaze, the person in the painting turned sideways little by little, actually turning his face away.