RPG Chapter 54: Set fifty-four

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Setting 54: Supernatural Research Society (7)

Shanzi Wei was desperately led by the host to move the mirror downstairs.

Finally, the two of them were alone. A certain **** became ill for a while, and finally couldn't help but say: "In the future... you want to play the role, can you say no in advance?"

A few more times, his old man's heart can't stand it.

The host glanced at Shanzi Wei and nodded silently.

Shanzi Wei was shocked by the look of the black-haired young man, and then heaved a sigh of relief when he nodded. The more reasonable the host is, the more Shanzi Wei feels guilty. After all, what the host did can't find a single mistake, and he helped him solve the contact problem once and for all.

The white-haired young man walked quickly to the full-length mirror at the entrance of the master bedroom, and uncomfortably dropped a sentence: "Just...Thank you."

The host's deep and powerful voice chased up.

"You are welcome."

I don't know why, the host's "you're welcome" sentence made Shanzi Wei fearful again. He felt like he had made a rather stupid suggestion, and the bitter fruit of this suggestion would make him cry and pay back.

Shanzi Wei and host picked up the full-length mirror and returned to the entertainment room upstairs. Upon entering the door, Shan Zi Wei found that all the girls were gathered around the bar, seeming to be circulating something.

"Thanks." It was the milk tea sago that had always greeted them. Now the milk tea sago is hiding far away, and the mystery garden has made it clear that the man’s attitude is, so the pearl milk tea has to speak, "Come and see, we Just found a page of diary here."

Diary?

Shanzi Wei couldn't help but touch his nose. This supernatural chessboard is really an orthodox horror decryption game. There are no shortage of routines: the high energy from time to time, the memory killing of the main plot characters, the ubiquitous diary/data report, littering, Interlocking keys (the key to room c is found in room a, the key to room b is found in room c, room b is found in room b...), the npc who needs help but always has puzzles...

These routines evoked some memories of Shanzi Wei. When it comes to horror decryption games, Shanzi Wei is actually no stranger. In the 21st century, a game worker wants to make money. One is to become a competitive professional player and participate in all kinds of offline competitions; the other is to be a game up host, live broadcast or make some game live videos, among which horror games are the most popular The subject matter, whenever the up master is frightened by the horror game, the audience is delighted to hear it.

A certain **** is afraid to show up in offline competitions, so he mainly takes the second path. He has done a lot of live horror games, and his voice-changing skills have also been developed (in order to dub various characters), and he is naturally very familiar with these classic bridges of panic. However, it is these old-fashioned bridges that have played a huge role in holographic online games. Take human headlights as an example. In the past, at most, a picture of a human headlight was suddenly posted on the screen, and a bit harder was to make a 3D modeling of a human headlight. Now it is a human head falling directly in front of the player. The color, fragrance and flavor are all-can this compare!

Shanzi Wei sighed about people's right and wrong, and suddenly a segment flashed through his mind—he suddenly realized why he felt familiar! The layout of this house is very similar to a horror game he once played!

Because I used to look at the 2d top view, and the overall layout of the haunted house is still unclear, Shanzi Wei did not react at once.

Shanzi Wei looked at the bubble tea and handed the diary page to the host, hesitating to say it.

Think about it carefully, it's not very the same. The haunted house in the horror game in the past had three floors, while the Manda house had only two floors. Although the rooms can be roughly matched, the clues are not enough, Shanzi Wei thought, wait for more rooms to come up.

The host read the diary through ten lines at a glance, and then handed it to Shan Zi Wei. Shanzi Wei was still in the shock of the thought just now, and took it over absently.

At this sight, I was stunned.

[xx month **** day, week x day cloudy

Today is the first time I have seen the young master, so I'm so nervous.

I did a lot of preparations, but I still messed up...

He wears a scary mask, so scared that I can't speak.

Mrs. said that he was ill and couldn't get too close to people. He got a rash when he got close, so he usually didn't leave the room and covered himself tightly when he saw people.

It can be seen that both Mrs. and Mrs. are a little afraid of him and don't know how to get along with him.

From now on, shall I serve such a person...]

"This is the servant's diary." The girls have already started to discuss, "It turns out that the one who is sick is the'child'. No wonder it is the costume."

"Sick, not going out, withdrawn." Hyacinth counted one by one: "In the long run, his personality will be distorted, his personality will become weird, and full of hostility towards the outside world."

"——So he made the act of ‘Mother Killing’." Rose Blood took Hyacinth’s words: "From the servant’s diary, it can be seen that his relationship with his parents is not very good."

Listening to their discussion, Shanzi Wei's heart seemed to open a gap, and the sorrow and sorrow that paralyzed the internal organs flowed out.

The personality is twisted, the personality is weird...This is a matter of course, because he is withdrawn, because he does not go out, because he is sick.

But has anyone asked him? Asked him whether he would be withdrawn, would not go out, would... be sick?

Shanzi Wei closed his eyes abruptly, and stripped the figure of "Young Master" from his diary.

For whatever reason, "he" hurt his mother too much.

"Fan? Fan?——g fan?"

Shanzi Wei suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the bubble tea who was calling him, and said dumbly, "I'm sorry, I just lost my mind."

The pearl milk tea smiled sympathetically. She glanced at the black-haired youth staring at the back of the white-haired youth, and repeated the words again.

"The game props and the playing field are all available. Fan, can you explain the rules of the "mirror ghost" to us?"

"Well, good." Shan Ziwei sorted out his emotions and thoughts, and began to talk about the "mirror ghost" game.

There are many versions of "Mirror Ghost" in the 21st century. Shan Zi Wei only mentioned the one he knew well: everyone stood in a circle around the big mirror, making sure that everyone could see each other. Make a note of the location of the mirror. After standing up, the girl starts blowing air on the neck of the person in front...

Shanzi Wei was silent suddenly, and the others looked over at unknown reasons, and stopped at half-talking for some reason.

A certain **** suddenly felt that this so-called supernatural game might really be his destined death.

Why do you want to blow your neck in a supernatural game? Why do you want to blow your neck...qaq

"And then?" bubble tea urged, she was very interested in these supernatural games.

Shan Zi Wei continued with a bitter face: "...The person who was blown breathed to the next person, and so on, everyone kept walking around the mirror. When someone felt a blow on his neck twice When you breathe, say "coming" and everyone looks in the mirror at the same time."

Shanzi Wei can’t stop the matter now, he said the taboo of the "mirror ghost" in one breath: "Remember, you can't make too much noise in the middle, don't peek in the mirror, you can't when it's your turn. Move. In the end, no matter what you see, don’t look away, don’t run away, stare at the mirror for at least 5 seconds, say'go' and turn around."

The pearl milk tea was full of excitement. As soon as Shan Zi Wei finished speaking, she asked curiously: "Fan, have you played with it?"

Shan Zi Wei shook his head: "No, I just heard." If he has played, it would be fine, why bother to dig a hole here to jump for himself, all kinds of worry about his next heart sp (hi).

"It sounds like as long as you operate it properly and don't violate the taboo, you will not die." Milk tea sago is a little happy, "I was worried that there would be casualties, and the supernatural game is too deadly."

Yes, the supernatural game is simply a boring way of death by a group of idle painful people. They don’t want to do it, and they don’t want to die, but it’s uncomfortable not to die under the setting of the "supernatural research club members". base.

The rules are clear. So the next question is, how to stand?

The four girls looked at Shanzi Wei and host tacitly. The threat of the black-haired youth is still vivid. Shanzi Wei was stabbed by their sight and stood behind the host very consciously, no matter what, someone had to come into contact with him. The girls looked at each other for a while, and finally the bubble tea stood behind Shanzi Wei. When the host looked over, they couldn't tell whether they were joking or raising their hands seriously, showing their innocence.

"I know, he belongs to you."

Shanzi Wei:...Hey.

The milk tea sago followed the pearl milk tea, followed by rose blood, and behind the hyacinth at the end was the host, which happened to be connected in a circle.

"——Everyone is in place?" Rose Blood looked around and signaled the start, "Then, let's start the game."

As the girl's ending sound fell, the lights above their heads skyrocketed. Shanzi Wei had to squint his eyes. The light was too bright and too dazzling. The too bright purple-red light shone all blood red, like a flesh-and-blood monster melted into the red light, which was creepy.

In this treacherous environment, the hyacinth was the first to move. She trot forward, stopped for a while after the rose blood, and then the rose blood began to move forward...

I almost glanced at the mirror, Shanzi Wei withdrew his gaze. To be honest, he can only recognize who is moving from his memory. In the red light splashed with blood, not to mention the face or the outline of the figure. Taiqing.

There was a faint running sound from behind, and then a breeze blew on the back of Shanzi Wei's neck.

Call, call——

I was nervous, and the bubble tea was a little panting. The warm breath sprayed on his neck in bursts. Although he was mentally prepared, Shanzi Wei's body inevitably rippled.

The white-haired young man ran forward eagerly, blowing his rush and excitement on the black-haired young man.

The host paused. He didn't run, but walked behind Hyacinth without rushing to complete a cycle.

Next, is the boring cycle, cycle, and cycle again. Everything is executed in silence, it is a matter of life, and everyone abides by the rules of "mirror ghost". However, this dead silence immediately became the pressure of the people present. They were unable to communicate, and could only mechanically run forward, blow, wait, run, blow, wait... and so on.

Everyone is aware of a terrible thing: If there is no second breath from "that thing", will they continue to cycle endlessly?

Time ran away every minute, no one was running, everyone was exhausted. The blood-red light makes people extremely uncomfortable. Although the companion is by his side, he feels very far away.

A few minutes now? twenty minutes? thirty minutes? One hour?

Milk tea and sago turned his sluggish brain and thought almost collapsed.

How long will it take to play? How long will it take to play?

The fear of "that thing" even turned into anticipation. She was like a death row prisoner with her head resting on the guillotine. If the torture knife did not fall off for a moment, she would have to feel more terrible than death.

Compared with the milk tea and sago, Shanzi Wei’s situation is not known to be good or not. Although he feels tired, he is mainly tired of the heart, and his body is too excited under the catalysis of nymphoid disease. In a sense, the nymphoid disease diverted a lot of his attention, so that he did not focus too much on the hopeless cycle in front of him.

The rapid current on his body and the redness in front of him made Shanzi Wei Xu too hot. Perhaps his body was too hot, causing him to contrast sharply with the cold breath of the people behind him. The man bowed his head and blew lightly, Bing Shan Wei Zhi wanted to shiver.

It's cold--

Shanzi Wei suddenly felt wrong. Behind him is bubble tea. The girl's figure is definitely not so tall, she is so tall that she is completely enveloped in her arms.

Shanzi Wei's cold hair stood up instantly, and when he was about to run, there was another cold wind around his neck.

Shanzi Wei's body trembled sensitively.

That may not be said to be a cold wind, like someone, leaning on his neck, licked it with a chuckle:

Huh.