RPG Chapter 57: Set fifty-seven

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Setting 57: Supernatural Research Society (10)

Perhaps the supernatural chessboard itself is too difficult. Since this chessboard, the system settings have been in a state of soy sauce to give some hints and run the game, giving players time to rest and adjust.

However, at this moment, the new setting is like a heavy hammer "pound" that awakens everyone’s dreams. At this moment, players finally recall the horror that was once dominated by the system settings, as well as the system. Setting the shame of playing to death——The terrible thing in "role playing" is not the chessboard in ambush on all sides, not the chess pieces of monsters, but the setting that deceives people without blinking...

The needle falling in the living room can be heard, and the players stared at the end of the countdown to the end of Setting 4 with a delicacy.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-Setting 4 is activated.

[Setting 4: Your partner triggers a ghost call. When the phone rings in the future, no one will answer within 1 minute. The uncomfortable spirits will appear and kill the living one by one until there is no life. also. 】

Shanzi Wei swallowed hard, and the bronze dial telephone in front of him truly turned into a killer, and the long telephone line held everyone's life.

"This house seems to have only this phone." Rose Blood put her hand on the turntable phone, she pondered for a moment, shook her head and said: "It is a special item and cannot be put in a toy box."

Like the oil barrel on the chessboard in Wuwang Prison. Shan Zi Wei tried to lift the base of the phone-since it can't be put in the toy box, can he carry it in his hand?

The center part of the turntable phone seems to be fixed to the coffee table. It took Wei Wei very hard to make a seam. Let alone carry it in his hand, the game really won't let them make opportunistic tricks.

Just as Wei Shanzi was about to put down the base of the phone, Hyacinth noticed with a sharp eye: "There is a line underneath."

Shan Ziwei flipped the base of the phone, and the others leaned in to look at it. A line of characters is not clearly printed on the smooth coffee table. It seems that someone has put a piece of wet paper under the phone, causing part of the characters to be rubbed onto the coffee table.

"...The fatal injury was a fracture of the neck caused by a heavy impact; Mr. Wei was beheaded and dissected, and he had called outside before his death..." Hyacinth read that paragraph and responded very quickly, "It was before That newspaper report!"

Once, pearl milk tea and milk tea sago found a newspaper in the living room, which reported the murder of the Manda House. The part after Mrs. Wei was cut off, and now Mr. Wei is supplemented by handwriting. dead.

"In this way, the headless man is Mr. Wei, and the phone call was also made by Mr. Wei." Qiang Wei sighed, "From the content of the phone call, the child pushed his mother downstairs and fell to death. It happened to be caught by his father. I bumped into it, when Dad was calling, someone beheaded Dad... Maybe... the kid did it..."

Shan Ziwei felt the unspeakable violation, he could not help but refute: "Does the child have that much strength?"

"I just said'maybe'." Rose Blood evaded this topic lightly. "The point now is, how should we deal with the ringing of the phone? If the phone is not answered, Mr. Wei without a head will appear. We beheaded."

My lips trembled when I heard the pearl milk tea, as if I wanted to say something, but in the end I just pressed my lips blue.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Roseblood smiled and stretched out two fingers.

"I have two plans."

"The phone is unique. It cannot be moved and cannot be carried. Therefore, we can divide it into two groups. One group stays here to answer the phone at any time, and the other group advances the game." Rose Blood said slowly: "Group Action can ensure that both sides are taken care of, and teaming can reduce the risk. However, the current plan will create a problem."

She suddenly looked at Shanzi Wei, "Explain to us the rules of'hide and seek'."

Shanzi Wei was asked unexpectedly that a certain idiot had sorted out his memory and explained the version he knew. The rules of the supernatural version of "hide-and-seek" are very similar to those of the ordinary "hide-and-seek". The difference is that ordinary hide-and-seek is for people to find people, while ghosts are for ghosts to find people. First, go to a room or living room with a TV, turn on the TV and make the TV look like snowflakes; then take a doll, pierce the doll's body with a knife, and say to it: "You are a ghost, come find me."; Find a place to hide quickly. If something appears, don’t let it see it until it leaves; if it’s a multiplayer game, don’t let your companions know where you are hiding, in case he is caught by a ghost, The ghost will also know where you are; when the snowflakes on the TV disappear, it means that you have succeeded in hide-and-seek with ghosts.

"In other words, "hide and seek" should start from here, right?" Rose Blood glanced at the 60-inch TV in the living room and emphasized: "And it's playing in the whole house?"

When Shan Zi Wei nodded, he understood what rose blood was about to say. If it is "touching the wall" or "pen fairy", they are all supernatural games in a small area that can be restricted to a certain room. But "hide-and-seek" is nothing. This is a supernatural game in the entire map, and it starts from the living room. How can it be ensured that the person in front of the phone will not be affected.

"The only thing we can play now is'hide-and-seek', not only a room-wide game, but from the rules, we must spread out." Rose Blood sighed slightly, "Let’s take a look at the second option. ."

"The second option is that from now on, we will take turns to answer the phone." Roseblood scanned everyone with an unprecedented harsh voice, "If you agree to this option, once the phone rings, no matter where you hide , As long as it's your turn, you must answer the phone!"

This condition is almost harsh, it's a gambling on character, and it is extremely risky. What if the ghost is just in front of their hiding place when the phone rings? Even if they are willing to rush out desperately, they are afraid that they will be killed by ghosts before they reach the living room and sacrifice meaninglessly.

Roseblood obviously took this into consideration, and her voice softened, "If a ghost lingers around you and you really can't answer the phone, then please send a warning to notify the next person to answer the phone."

Although it is still a test of character, and when the warning is about to be issued, it is not far from death, but at least it is a worthy sacrifice.

"Who has objections to this plan?"

"Nothing."

Pearl milk tea and hyacinth almost unanimously agreed. Shanzi Wei glanced at the pearl milk tea in surprise, but he didn't think of a better solution for the time being. Together with the host, he acquiesced to the proposal of rose blood.

After simple division, the order of answering the call is tentatively set as host-rose blood-hyacinth-Shanzi Wei-pearl milk tea. Since the host has already answered the phone, the next ghost call will start directly from rose blood.

After discussing the telephone problem, the group prepared to go upstairs to get the doll. When passing by the restaurant, everyone invariably glanced over there. The dining room was clean and quiet, and there were no traces of anyone—for example, the owner in the mouth of the dark shadow—have used the meal.

Rose Blood coughed lightly, "...Let's take a look in the restaurant."

The players walked into the restaurant, and when they got close, they found that the chair of the main seat had been stretched halfway, and there was an empty plate on the opposite table. Inside was a piece of paper on which was written several lines in beautiful pin-flower lower case.

[The men in this family are very tough

The women in this house are very thin

How do you taste it?

Thank you for the hospitality]

The content of the first half of the paragraph is reminiscent of the lovely song "Three Bears". In the third sentence, the style of painting suddenly changed, revealing the **** smell of carnivorous meat. Shan Zi Wei stared at that paragraph, it seemed to reveal something, and it seemed to reveal nothing, the only feeling was weird, unspeakable weird.

——Obviously, Sombra is talking about the "host", why does it look like a foreign "guest"?

The rose blood was thoughtful, she whispered a few words with the hyacinth, and vaguely revealed the words "child...master...".

A blast of cold wind blows, and the piece of paper rolls around leisurely, about to fall off the table in front of Shanzi Wei. Shanzi Wei caught it subconsciously, only feeling a pain from the fingertips holding the paper, like being bitten by someone.

Single Wei immediately slammed away like a cat with a tail on his tail, and the paper that was thrown away gradually dissipated in the air-no, it should be said that it was wetted by the extremely black ink and dissolved in the darkness without a word. .

Not only the paper was hacked, but also Shanzi Wei's sp. His four sps were all black, as if he had suffered a terrible attack at that moment. The gray-haired young man was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, just waiting for the spiritual pollution to slowly fade away.

After learning about the tragedy of Shanzi Wei, Qiangweixue reminded: "Be careful, this ancient house is getting more and more dangerous."

Yes, this series of crises tells the player as if laughingly: The prologue of "Peace" is over, and the hideous drama begins.

Shan Ziwei and his party were even more worried. They came to the second floor cautiously, ignoring the psychological discomfort caused by the headlights, and walked into the first guest room on the right.

The cabinet in the memory of the Peking Opera mask is in front of us. It is the kind of pear blossom cabinet with a door bolt on the outside. This kind of structure is easy to open from the outside, but it is difficult to untie it from the inside.

Although I don’t know which room the cabinet is in, I’m sure to find the doll when I drive along the way. At first, the players looked forward so silly and sweetly until the cabinet moved.

The hyacinth who was about to open the cabinet froze, and she took a step back in panic, avoiding the blood flowing from the pear blossom cabinet.

This is the beginning. Under everyone’s horrified gaze, the pear blossom cabinet shook violently. Every time it shook, more blood poured out from the gap in the cabinet—like a monster covered in blood. Being locked inside, he slammed into the cabinet door severely.

Boom! boom! boom! ...

Under the brute force of the unknown monster inside, the door bolt on the pear blossom cabinet looked so fragile that it almost couldn't lock the monster inside. In the gap in the center of the cabinet that hits bigger and bigger, you can see two round **** with two black circles in a vertical row emerging in the darkness.

Everyone looked at it in silence for a while before realizing that it was a pair of double pupils—the "thing" in the pear cupboard tilted its neck at 90 degrees, and both eyes stared vertically at the door outside. Their pupils are arranged side by side in the shape of "∞", muddy and dead gray.

That is the eyes of the dead.

Shanzi Wei's fingers were numb, and his heart felt like a drum. There was no longer a simple cabinet door in front of them, but a **** door that cuts off life and death. The group of people rushed back to the door of the guest room, lest the "things" in the pear cupboard broke out in the next second. As the last host walked out of the guest room, the shaking of the pear cupboard gradually diminished, and finally died down.

"...what is that?"

"It may be..." The hyacinth said uncertainly: "Mrs. Wei?"

The figure whose neck was broken by a heavy hammer flashed before Shan Ziwei's eyes. It was indeed very similar to the "things" in the Pear Blossom Cabinet.

"It won't come out, we still have two cabinets." Rose Blood said, she may want to calm everyone's emotions-don't worry about this, there are other cabinets-but Wei Wei can only hear one. The stock predicts a bleak ending.

Sure enough, the same situation was true for the second cabinet. When someone opened the cabinet door, the "Mrs. Wei" inside would "bang bang bang" and peep at them through the gap.

The players became more silent and walked to the third room. As she passed the center of the second and third rooms, the bubble tea stopped. She stared at the painting behind the vase in a daze, her hands so tight that her nails were about to penetrate.

Shan Zi Wei looked at the milk tea Similu who was beheaded by the headless man and sighed. The girl in the painting tilted her head under the axe. Her head was not completely separated because it was still connected. The precarious skin-the picture is fixed on this layer of skin that cannot be removed. It is more thrilling than the complete separation of the body and the head. The painter has a deep grasp of human empathy. The more uncomfortable people are, the more he How come.

Shan Ziwei shifted his gaze and looked into the depths of the corridor. Compared to these paintings depicting death, he cares more about the ink painting at the end of the corridor, where all the light seems to be swallowed up. Even when standing in front of the third guest room, Shan Ziwei could barely see the outline of a picture frame, but the content was not clear.

During the stay of Shanzi Wei and the pearl milk tea, rose blood and hyacinth had already touched the pear blossom cabinet in the third room, and the dirty blood on the floor showed the same result.

A group of people stood in the corridor, facing the three same rooms and the same pear blossom cabinets, worrying.

"There must be a doll in one of the cabinets."

But the question is which cabinet is the doll?

Shan Ziwei took out the Peking Opera mask and watched the memories back and forth with others several times, but still did not find any clues.

Roseblood rubbed her eyebrows, "This selective puzzle will definitely have hints. We may have missed it. Let's look for it elsewhere."

This search took two hours, during which the phone rang twice and was picked up by rose blood and hyacinth respectively. As time passed, everyone became impetuous. They rummaged through the old Manda house from start to finish, and even saw the flesh-and-blood master bedroom and the recreation room, but they had no clue.

In the past, there was a very appropriate word to describe their current situation: stuck.

There is no Baidu to search for guides. There is no clearance prompt from the game production team. Everything depends on them. Although no ghosts have been encountered, there is something more terrifying than ghosts, eroding them bit by bit.

【Setting 5: You feel very tired and consume very fast energy. 】

【Setting 6: Your nerves are too tight, which makes your heart very fragile and sentimental. 】

At this time, their walking is equivalent to running, they will consume mp, once they run, they will consume 2 times the mp, and the plum blossom sp (sorrow) becomes very easy to drop. If this goes on, they don't need to clear the level, and they will be directly set by the system for life and death.

Everything is dead.

"Did we make a mistake...Should we start with'Touching the Wall" and "Pen Xian" first?... But the study room and study can't be opened... Can't find the key..." Hyacinth couldn't stop. Suddenly thought, the long and fruitless search made her extremely anxious, "Do you really want to fight luck to open the cabinet?"

The probability of 1/3, if the doll is not drawn, but an unknown thing is released, it will be a lot of fun.

"Impossible, this kind of deciphering chessboard cannot give luck unsolvable puzzles." Although Rose Blood retorted, his tone has lost his former toughness.

Shan Ziwei was looking at the two layout plans of the house, especially the place torn away in the middle. He firmly believed that something must be hidden here. Shan Ziwei aligned the two house layout plans up and down, and there was obviously a long and narrow blank area in the lower half of the second floor.

At the bottom of the second floor, at the end of the corridor, is there still a secret room hidden?

Suddenly a picture flashed through Shanzi Wei's mind. He was frightened by the picture, but he was also very surprised.

"—Do you remember?"

Qian Wei Xue and others turned their heads to look at Shan Zi Wei. The white-haired young man drew a circle at the bottom while holding the layout plan of the second-floor house.

"Before entering the Manda House, I was shocked by a ‘thing’ behind the curtain on the second floor."

"Well, I also looked at it. I only saw a row of windows..." Rose Blood opened her eyes slightly, "Window!"

"Yes, from the outside, there is a whole row of windows on the south side of the second floor." Shanzi Wei pointed to the end of the corridor, "but we didn't see the windows there, indicating that there must be a belt hidden behind the wall. A long and narrow room with windows."

"Let's take a look again." Rose Blood promptly walked deep into the corridor.

A group of people came to the end of the corridor, and the ink painting that once made Shan Zi Wei flee in fright occupied everyone's field of vision. In the ink painting, there is still black rain all over the sky, but the person holding the umbrella in the rain has disappeared. No matter if it was because of the absence of that person or because he was acting with other people, Shan Ziwei no longer felt how terrible the ink painting was.

The players began to fumble around, trying to find the mechanism to open the hidden room. Shan Zi Wei avoided the ink painting, leaned on the wall next to him, and listened to the movement inside—this was just a futile act on his whim, and he didn't expect to get any information. Just as Shanzi Wei was about to remove his ears, a light "ta" broke through the concrete and penetrated into his eardrum.

Da, da, da...

Listen to Wei Ning, the continuous "click" sound like a footstep, slow, but full of weight. Shanzi Wei suddenly realized that this was not an ordinary footstep. Ordinary people would not walk so hard. Only when going up and down the stairs would they put effort into stepping like this.

This shows that there is a staircase at the other end of the wall!

What are the stairs for? Used for vertical traffic between floors. Shanzi Wei is about to explode. There is no connecting staircase at the same location on the first floor, indicating that the staircase opposite the wall leads to a higher floor-in this way, the Manda House is not on the second floor at all, but on the third floor!

On the third floor, isn't it more like the past horror decryption game?

Wait, like...

What the hell...?

The explosion in Shanzi Wei’s brain was a wave of unrest and another wave. He knew that the Manda house on this chessboard had the shadow of the past horror decryption game. The layout of the two is almost the same-yes , Same, he doesn't know which cabinet of this round of chessboard has dolls, but he knows which cabinet of that fear solution game has dolls!

Is this possible? Shan Zi Wei was surprised. Use another game to decrypt this game? If people who haven't played that fear solution game are here, isn't this level a dead end that can't be solved? This is a holographic online game, there is no "s.a.v.e/load"* to let the player try again and again, and if you die, you are really dead.

Sanzi Wei Sixu was lying on the wall in a mess, not paying attention to the footsteps on the other side of the wall getting closer, and finally stopped opposite him.

Shanzi Wei's chest was cold, and his whole body was frozen. A pale hand stretched out from the wall and gently covered his chest.

Except for the pale color, that hand can even be said to be beautiful. The little finger and ring finger are covered with purple gold and jade nail sleeves, and the skin is smoother than the jade on the finger sleeves. Although beautiful, it is obviously a male hand. Shan Zi Wei untimely recalled a piece of information he had seen: In the past, not only high-ranking women would wear long fingernails and finger cots, but also the pampered young masters, not only showed that they did not need to work, but also showed Their male power and status.

"...!"

Since Wei's voice was frozen, he could only watch the hand slowly moving on his chest, and his clothes seemed to be unobstructed. It stands to reason that that hand can penetrate the wall and penetrate the clothes, which is obviously a nihilistic spirit, but Shanzi Wei can feel the touch of it sliding on the skin, especially when he is not satisfied with touching the body and gradually inserting it. His body.

Shanzi Wei's soul was trembling, and the feeling of being invaded was so clear that he was so cold that he couldn't move, and all the gasps and groans were pressed in his body.

So cold, so hot--

The cold hand touched the fiery heart, irritating Shanzi Wei's eyes red. He didn't know if it was due to an idiotic attack, or the heart was originally such a sensitive organ, and no one in the world was touched by a ghost like him, and then he couldn't put it down.

Shanzi Wei is going crazy. The hand is covering his heart without exerting any force, just stroking the undulating lines of the meridians on the heart-the hard one is the finger cuff, and the soft one is the five fingers, just like Different brush strokes meticulously depict his whole heart.

It hurts, it hurts...

A sigh bloomed in my ears, and someone seemed to ask gently:

Is it really painful?

Really... uncomfortable?

The eyes of the white-haired young man became more absent. He repeated the pain and discomfort in his brain as if evasively, and found the most suitable explanation for the agitation of the whole body.

It seems that there is nothing to do with Shanzi Wei's stubbornness. The hand finally did not touch it. It opened five fingers to hold his heart, and the gorgeous finger cots shrouded like a root, making the bright red , The most important organ is beating in its hands.

Now, Shanzi Wei is really sad.

It clutched his heartbeat, as if it had controlled his emotions, his passions, desires, and his veins of life.