MTL - Game Design: It is Very Simple For You To Fill In?-Chapter 209 Not being mentally ill is forced to be mentally ill

  Chapter 209 is forced to become mentally ill even if it is not mentally ill

   "Is this a living person or a dead person?" Pure Hei approached the wheelchair cautiously.

  In the cramped aisle, a bare-chested bald head sat slumped on his seat. His skinny body could tell what kind of suffering he had suffered here.

  The surrounding walls have turned yellow, and there is a large pool of wet water stains on the ground, and the blood that has not been cleaned can be faintly seen.

  Just getting closer, the bald head like dry wood twitched slightly,

   "Ah!!—" Pure Hei took a big step back, he was really going to be mentally broken by this place.

  There are no windows here, and the light in the corridor is weak and dim yellow, against the malnourished skin of the dry wood bald head, and his twitching from time to time.

   When you get closer, you can still hear the man in the wheelchair panting, short and heavy.

  The end of this narrow corridor is blocked by sundries and wooden boards, and there is a room with lights at the end, which is also the only road at the end of the corridor.

  His mood changed from fear to irritability. Looking at the room not far away, he became restless and desperate again.

  Clinging against the wall, trying not to touch the bald head sitting in the wheelchair, he held his breath and walked forward, for fear of waking him up.

  The room in front of him didn't have a door. As soon as he stood at the door, he saw two bald men staring straight at the TV.

The pure black toes and fists were clenched at the same time at this moment. He had never seen such a terrifying scene. The two bald heads sitting on the sofa did not even turn their heads to look at the pure black on their left. The TV screen in front of me.

  Pure Hei took a breath of air, and he followed the eyes of the two of them.

  White snowflakes were flashing on the TV screen, and there was nothing on the screen. There was a big puddle of blood splattered on the tilted screen, like a heat wave flying out after someone cut his throat.

  The two bald heads on the sofa just kept staring at the screen, motionless.

   "CNM! Falk!" Chun Hei couldn't help swearing, and he fully understood what a neuropathy is at this point.

  'I'll do it! Goosebumps are up. '

  'I'd rather they come and chase me, what's going on with this tm looking at a pool of splattered blood motionlessly! '

  ‘Did the old thief really have no mental problems when he made this game? '

  ‘The young master has stayed motionless at the door...you must have been frightened...’

  'Barrage body protection, barrage body protection! '

  ‘I need dense, I need dense barrage! '

  …

   "Ahem..." When he breathed again, Chun Hei couldn't help coughing twice.

   In the next second, the cough turned into a muffled grunt, because he covered his mouth immediately.

   Fortunately, his cough did not attract the attention of the two people in front.

   "I just remembered something. Fortunately, I didn't play the holographic mode." Pure black took a breath in fear.

   "I don't know if those who play holographic mode have collected sounds here will make these people turn back."

  He remembered that the old thief added a sound collection function to the game console,

   At first, people just used this function to increase the difficulty of the game for themselves in hunting games.

  But now, everyone suddenly remembered that if this function is involuntarily turned off, it will always be turned on.

  It is mainly the previous soul game, even with this function blessing, it will not affect your game experience.

  The fans present couldn't help gasping after hearing Chun Hei's words. Some things really can't be overthought, and it's extremely scary to think about it carefully.

   Ye Feng did make some small changes to the game. For example, when playing in holographic mode, the size of the player's speaking and breathing sounds will attract the monster's attention.

   He increases the difficulty of some games.

   But there are some places where no changes were made.

   Now Yinzi's game has progressed to this point. In order to ease the terrifying atmosphere, he is talking loudly to the barrage, trying to mediate his discomfort.

  He was also frightened by this weird combination.

  He was a little bolder than Pure Hei, and took two steps forward. He found that there was another person crouching in the corner of the sofa with his knees hugged, in the blind corner of his sight.

   "To be honest, I wasn't afraid when that fat man grabbed me by talking in my ear."

   "Why, seeing these three things now, I'm really scared." Yinzi had already walked in front of one of them, and that person kept his eyes open, staring at the blood-splattered screen.

   "Made, you're mentally ill!" Standing in front of several people, Yinzi couldn't help cursing.

  Because the three of them just looked at the blood-splattered screen and ignored him at all.

  In the holographic mode, he even felt the calm breathing of the three people.

  In the holographic mode, there is a small menu bar in the upper right corner of the field of view, where anchors can view relevant data, as well as the information light curtain emitted by the barrage.

  'Boss! Your game microphone is not turned off! '

  ‘The things made by the old thief are really, more or less a little less human. '

  ‘I used to think that this function is awesome. When hunting, the prey can perceive your true state. '

  ‘It’s numb, it’s really numb! '

  …

   "What's the matter if I don't turn off the game microphone?" Yinzi didn't react at the first moment, until he turned his head and saw the three neither human nor ghost things.

  He remembered the impact of sound collection on the content of the game, and remembered that he seemed to be cursing crazy in front of these three things just now.

  Silence, dead stillness, and a belated chill rising from the soles of your feet.

   This time, he just shut up.

   What made his scalp tingle the most was that no matter whether he walked in front of them, or spoke and cursed in front of them, he didn't let these three focus their eyes and vision on him.

   "Grass..." He didn't turn off the sound collection function, because since he wanted to experience a horror game, he definitely wanted a better experience.

  He shut up, and the live broadcast room became quiet, except for the short and rapid breathing, it was the sound of the characters walking in the game, and the friction of clothes.

   At the back of the room, there is a door sealed by wooden boards, and there is a gap under the board that can be drilled through.

  Yinzi passed through quickly, and only then did he feel that the oppressive atmosphere became much more relaxed.

  He looked around and saw the man in the wheelchair again.

   "Grass!" He cursed softly, this time, he really felt the echo of his own words in the corridor.

  Before he realized the game mic was off, he thought it was the echo of talking in the room.

  After realizing that the game's sound collection system was not turned off, he glanced behind him in horror. The three psychopaths were still not attracted by his voice.

  The wheelchair person on the right did not move either.

   "Made, I'm really sick!"

   Here, Yinzi feels that she is the psychopath.

  (end of this chapter)