MTL - RPG-Chapter 59 Set fifty nine

Designation 59: Supernatural Research Society (12)

"Wow--wow ... wow ... wow--wow ... wow ..."

The puppet doll screamed, screaming like a baby crying, and howling like a night cat. With the presence of people breathing, the frequency was disturbed.

The entire old mansion seemed to be shaken, and there was a clear "click" sound everywhere, but no one paid much attention, and their eyes and attention were caught by the dolls on the coffee table.

"Wow--wow ... wow ..."

At this time, the doll was like a living person, and cried while pulling a knife that pierced its body. It was clear that the cotton-filled body penetrated, but the blade of the sword was bleeding.

The bleeding doll looked at them viciously, as if looking at a group of dead people.

"go."

The host's voice awakened everyone, and players fled as birds and beasts, rushing away from the living room.

The puppet doll and its cry were thrown to the rear, and it was still pulling the knife in its body a little bit. When the knife was pulled out, it was when the hide-and-seek began.

Shanzi Wei already has a preliminary hiding place in his mind. At present, Manda Ancient House has opened those rooms. The master bedroom on the first floor is a good choice. But when Shan Wei ran to the corridor on the first floor, he was surprised to find that the doors of all the rooms in the corridor were open.

Was the "click" just unlocking? Shan Ziwei looked all the way from the open bathroom to the stairs leading to the second floor, stunned for this amazing game. In order to play hide-and-seek, have all the rooms in the Manda mansion been opened?

As soon as Shan Zi's thoughts changed, he immediately gave up his previous imagination and ran to the second floor.

In the previous room on the east side of the second floor, only the middle entertainment room was open. Now the six left-right symmetrical rooms in front of the order Wei are all open. Shan Ziwei rushed into the first room on the right side of the staircase without hesitation—it was his long-study study.

In most horror decryption games, the study / library with bookshelves is the base for storing materials, which contains at least 10% of the information of the entire game, and even hides the foreshadowing to the true ending. Shan Ziwei rushed into the study room so eagerly. Another reason was that the paper and pens needed by "pen fairy" were stored here.

After entering the study, Shan Ziwei's first move was to turn around and close the door to lock it. However, there was an invisible force against the door, leaving it at least partially hidden and unable to really close.

Shan Ziwei was not too disappointed. He expected that this thin door could not stop the resentment, and doing so was only to give himself some psychological comfort. With the door half-covered, Shan Ziwei turned to look at the study.

He already knew the layout of the study from the room structure map. When he really faced it at this moment, he still felt a great deal of pressure. Except for the wall behind it, the other three walls are all fixed with rows of bookshelves. It is densely packed with all kinds of books. It cannot be said that it is the ocean of books, but the "pond" of this small book , Will soon drown list Wei.

# 此 应有 光 点 # (ps: Traditional horror games will use light dots to mark which are the key items on the screen)

#Keyboard game is not in the 200th year, think it #

# 泯 然 众 矣 's useful information: Grab me, catch me, I will let you hehehe ~ #

Shan Ziwei took a copy of "Bird Collection" at will, and looked at it with the words "You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow", "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as beautiful as autumn leaves" ... … These are not sets, but real books! It's a real book that can be flipped!

Roughly, there are at least three hundred books in this room, and the list of Wei spent a year may not be able to complete them. At this time, it is obviously necessary to find a white paper to solve the puzzles. Shanzi Wei quickly walked to the center of the study. In the center of the study, a 2 meter long mahogany desk was placed, with a black leather chair at the back, which was extremely dignified.

The items on the desk are simple: a pen holder with several pens, more than a dozen blank a4 sheets, and no list of Wei Wei's puzzles. As Shan Wei took the pen and paper, a big terror suddenly came.

Titicaca ~~~ Titicaca ~~ Titicaca ~~~

The laughter was like a rusty saw cutting rotten wood, stabbing Shan Wei's temple. He knew for the first time that laughter can be so distorted, so dirty, so hysterical, like that horrifying Black Friday, every syllable is a discordant interval, broken at the most uncomfortable point , The listener did not feel the slightest beauty, and some were just disgusting.

Titicaca ~ Find, find, find, find-I'm here for you Titicaca ~~~ Titicaca ~~ Titicaca ~~~

Even if he was too scared to vomit, Shan Ziwei didn't dare to block his ears, but instead desperately listened to that "thing" and started to act.

Titicaca ~~~ Titicaca ~~ Titicaca ~~~

Click ... click ... click ...

In the nightmare of laughter, mixed with subtle, weird footsteps, it became more and more obvious-because it was getting closer!

Shan Zi Wei's head exploded like a blast, and suddenly changed color. He wanted to leave with a pen and paper, but did not realize that the thing did not search for the first floor, and ran straight to the second floor!

Just a few breaths, footsteps have reached the entrance of the stairs. The list of Wei Lenghan has come down, and his situation is very dangerous. The study is by no means a good place to hide. All the bookshelves are fixed on the three walls of the northeast and south, and there is no hiding gap at a glance.

The only shelter in the room was the desk, and when he heard the footsteps of "Chu Da, Chu Da" came to this side, Shan Ziwei could only lament the lucky e that he had come out on top and quickly got into the table.

"boom."

It was a small moan that slammed against the wall and rebounded. A deformed figure stood crookedly at the door, looking distortedly at the study room where Ruo Hanchi was awkward.

"Titicaca ~ Titicaca Titicaca-"

The horrible laughter echoed in the study, and Wei Shan shrunk under the desk, nervous as if it were a string full of bows. The mahogany desk in which he hid was a typical French style, sealed on three sides, and very thick, which prevented him from seeing it at a glance.

Don't come in ... don't come in ... don't come in ...!

Shan Ziwei prayed desperately, his hiding desk was too big, even if there was a black leather chair in front of him, he could only cover part of the gap. Anyone can look around and look down to find him.

"Click ... click ... click ..."

For a moment, Shan Ziwei really hoped that he would be deaf, so that he would not hear the footsteps that were becoming clearer, meaning death.

-"Ghost", come in.

It walked left and right, like a new body unfamiliar to itself, with only a layer of white skin left on its bones. When it moved, it felt like a thin layer of skin pulling its bones in motion. Although the posture is extremely out of shape, its movement is not slow, and it is almost half of the room in a few steps. I don't know that every time it clicks, it feels like a plumb in the heart of a white-haired youth. tap.

"Titicaca ... dig my eyes, I can still see you."

Eyes without white eyes glanced at the neat bookshelf, and it turned around and looked at the desk in the middle of the room.

"Titicaca ... blocking my ears, I can still hear you."

It writheled to the desk and crouched on the table.

"Without my feet, I can still walk by your side, Titicaca ..."

A run-down laughter leaked from the mouth without lips, turning his head and looking down at his desk.

"Without mouth, I can still—"

There was nothing under the table.

It seemed to have forgotten the word, the sound broke for a moment, and then continued to "Ticha" laughing unconsciously, while getting up and walking outwards, repeating the first few paragraphs of the dead song.

"Titicaca ... dig my eyes, I can still see you ... plug my ears, I can still hear you ..."

The study was dead.

After a while, Shan Ziwei fell from the bottom of the table, and his whole body was beaten by cold sweat.

This desk has a beam design on the front of the bottom of the desk, which is not wide, just for decorative carving. At the very moment of death, Shan Ziwei leaned his hands and feet against the left and right inner walls, bracing himself horizontally, and clinging to the inner corner formed by the beams and the bottom of the table.

Huh, Huh ...

Shan Zi Wei slumped to the ground like a dead dog. It only took 20 seconds, but it made him feel as long as a century. God knows when the list Wei Wei is under the table, how afraid he would see a grimace come in the next moment and smile at him.

too terrifying……

The MP that consumed 2/3 gradually recovered. Shan Ziwei just thought he was going to die. As long as the ghost extended his head to the bottom of the table or stayed a little longer, he would be arrested. Even in the rest, Shan Ziwei didn't dare to relax his slight vigilance, and kept an eye on the ghost's movements. From the sound of distant footsteps, the other party was some distance away from him, but it seemed that he had not left the second floor.

Shan Ziwei crawled out from the bottom of the table, and he was not in a hurry to leave the study now. That thing has just been searched in the study, and it shouldn't be touched again so soon. It is in a relatively safe vacuum period.

Little Gaia opened her mouth wide, oh ooh, swallowed the pen and paper handed by Shan Wei, and was then carried by her host like a little animal to the back of her neck, and carried her to the front.

The sight of the white-haired young man began to flutter. Even if it was not the first time that he had confessed to the toy box for the red peach sp, he was still a bit difficult to speak. After all, this is a holographic online game that is no different from reality. It is not as understatement as typing a few letters on the keyboard in the past.

"……I like you……"

After the first sentence "Like" was exported, the following confession was not so stuck. Shan Ziwei said several "likes" in one breath, and when he turned around, he found that Xiao Gaia pulled down the mask on her head and covered her face, as if shy and happy, and even embarrassed with a certain disease.

Shan Ziwei pinched the hot earlobe. The word "like" is too wicked. It has been given too much meaning and emotion by human beings. Just speaking, it will cause a throbbing heart.

I am afraid that only those playboys who have long been in love can remain indifferent. Shan Ziwei thought of the host. Whether the young man was "love" or "exclusive", he could handle them with ease. He said those love words were as handy as eating and drinking without any waves.

Can't see it, is such a "boring" host in the game very "sao" in reality?

The single "Wei" and "Hey Hey" who is secretly not knowing about Wei, sometimes the more plain the "like" expressed, the more terrible the energy contained in it. This shows that "liking" is no longer a question of one or two heartbeats, but like eating and drinking, it has become a subjective conscious "objective existence" truth.

-It is normal for people to eat.

——I like you, this is the normal thing.

The red red peach sp is steadily improved in the pink atmosphere, and one person and one toy are satisfied with each other. After solving his own hidden dangers, Shan Ziwei once again focused on the current situation. The sound of ghost's footsteps is still on the second floor, but it is getting weaker and weaker, it seems that the ghost searched in. Lister Wei Da can take this opportunity to run downstairs, but ...

The white-haired young man glanced at a wide range of books, so he gave up so a little unwilling. Is there any way to determine the position of those key books-

... wait, location?

There was a flash of light in Shan Wei's mind: he thought of one of the previous cabinets!

——Since he can find the doll based on the past horror game, can he find useful information in the bookshelf according to that game?

Think of it and do it, Shan Ziwei worked hard to flip the memories. In the study room of the past horror game, there were three light spots that could be investigated. The author had about obsessive-compulsive disorder, and each light spot was in the center of the bookshelf. At the beginning, Shan Wei was locked in the study for a long time, so he was very impressed.

Following the location of the light spot in memory, Shan Ziwei took three books from the center of each bookshelf and placed them lined up on the desk.

Biography of Strange People, Master of Rebirth 3, ptsd.

Shan Wei was silent. Just looking at the name, I feel that his past metaphysics may, probably, may not be reliable.

With a glimmer of hope, Shan Ziwei opened the first Biography of Strange People, and the net account is the classical Chinese text of "Zhu Huzhe".

[Tatar: There are Tatars in South China Overseas. They live in water like fish and don't waste their performances. Their eyes can cry ... They are born, have no connection with words, and die without food. The corpse was solved and eaten. This person thinks vulgar, others are not enough.

People's jade: Huaizhou has good jade breeders, and the clan name is Su. A son was born with jade, and got the spirit of heaven and earth, the glory of the sun and the moon. Knowing today, I regretted it.

The Filthy: ...]

This is about this collection of strange stories, collecting strange and strange things in the world. Shan Ziwei looked dizzy when he glanced at his eyes, and felt his body emptied when he tried to read the two difficult articles. Except for the obscure text, the slightly exaggerated content is quite attractive. Take the two articles that Shan Ziwei read, "Sad Man" introduces a humanoid group that lives in South China and inhabits the water like a fish. They will constantly weave, and the tears that shed will become pearls. Someone was taken back by a tartar who fell in love with a live catch. Due to the inability to speak, this person did not eat food and gradually starved to death. The Tatars ate his body open-mouthed and thought that they would stay together forever. The author commented at the end that this is a terrifying custom, and although it is appalling, people of other races are not worth criticizing it.

If "Tatar" is a tragedy caused by different races, then "Jade in Man" is a human being who can't live without evil. It is about a family Su style that manages jade for generations, and a **** child was born one day. After Su Shi considered, he used the secret recipes of the clan to make the human child jade—although in human form, the essence is no different from that of jade. They can only be raised at home and not in contact with the outside world. People support jade, and people support jade; family supports people, and people support family. With human jade, the Soviet style became more and more prosperous, and could be an enemy when rich. One day, however, Ren Yu walked out of the house while the guard was negligent. Human jade is too immature. Once it contacts the outside world, it will become evil and become a fierce thing. It was too late for Su Shi to turn it into a man, and set up a fierce house to suppress it. Under the work of fierce jade, Su style plummeted and the lineage was broken. At the end, the author lamented that if he did not make the **** child into a human jade, but let it grow up, it would definitely become an amazing talent. Although the Soviet style is not prosperous, it will not end in ruins.

List Wei Lianmeng guessed the general meaning with suspicion. It is really difficult for a nymphoma who has not graduated from junior high school. I wasn't sure if this book was useful or not, and with difficulty in understanding, Shan Ziwei quickly gave up his research and turned to the next book: "Rebirth Master 3".

... This book looks even more out of tune.

"Rebirth Becomes the Master 3" is the third book in a long chapter. At first glance, the name is the standard cool style routine. Wei Wei is too lazy to read the content, and turned to the back to see the introduction.

[Brief introduction: Sima Hao was born anew from the betrayal of relatives, and ushered in a new beginning.

In this life, he is no longer a sick young man slaughtered by anyone, but a man who Sima's family says is the best.

His cousin, his parents who stood by, and his uncle's family who plundered his resources ...

When the time came, there was a lot of the newspaper. 】

Sure enough, it is a typical counterattack of rebirth. The third book is about the protagonist after rebirth seeing his cousin's plot to frame him, and he is fighting against the evil relatives with great power-all related to this round No. Shan Ziwei put it aside in despair, and frustratedly picked up the last book.

Ptsd

Shan Ziwei opened the book, which also contained all English content. This is not difficult for Shan Ziwei--even more than the trouble that classical Chinese brings to him--as a program ape, he may still worry about speaking English, and reading and writing is absolutely fine.

[Post-traumatic stress disorder (ptsd) refers to an individual's delayed and persistent mental disorder caused by an individual's experience, encountering an actual death involving themselves / others, or being threatened by death.

The core symptoms of ptsd are three groups: traumatic reexperience symptoms, avoidance and numbness symptoms, and increased alertness symptoms.

Traumatic re-experience symptoms are mainly manifested by patients' involuntary emergence of trauma-related situations or content in their thinking, memory, or dreams. They can also have severe spectacle reactions and even feel that trauma * appears to happen again.

Avoidance and numbness symptoms are mainly manifested in patients' persistent efforts to avoid events or situations related to traumatic experiences, refusing to recall people or events related to trauma, and some patients even have selective forgetting, cannot ...]

"Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~"

A bell rang suddenly, and Shan Ziwei's head buzzed, so that the books fell to the ground. The white-haired young man looked down innocently, staring at the floor as if looking through it to the non-stop phone in the living room.

[Setting 4: Your companion has triggered a ghost call. When the phone rings in the future, no one will answer within 1 minute, and the unsatisfied spirits will appear, killing the living one by one until no one survives. 】

Shan Ziwei's heart was desolate: I was really afraid of what came, and the more I didn't want it to come, the more time it came.

Even if he tried to pretend to die, Shan Ziwei had to answer the phone as agreed. He stomped closer to the door and carefully looked out of the crack.

Click ... click ... click ...

Overcast in the hallway, if there were any footsteps and urging telephone bells intertwined into invisible horror ripples, sweeping layer after layer. Shan Ziwei's whole cold hair stood up, and his fast-moving gaze fell on the second room diagonally across because of his fear.

Outside the door of the second room, the light of the headlight shook the deformed shadow of "the thing" on the floor of the corridor, and saw that shadow trembled bigger and bigger-it seemed to be walking towards the door Here, it looks like I'm attracted by the ringing phone.

Once the ghost stayed in front of the phone, it was over. Therefore, even if his hands and feet were shaking with fear, Shan Ziwei also hula opened the door, and rushed downstairs as soon as the ghost was about to leave the guest room at any time.

Huh-Huh ...

Shan Ziwei's head ran blankly, and his body was instinctively manipulating until he grasped the handle of the phone that was about to fall apart. Because of the cold sweat in his hand, he almost didn't even mention the slippery microphone.

"Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~ Ling Ling Ling ~~~"

Even if I picked up the microphone, the ringtone didn't stop. It wasn't until Shan Ziwei stuck the microphone to his ear that the deafening ringtone completely rested. The whole old house was quiet, but Shan Ziwei's head was noisy. He held the microphone stiffly, listening to a "man" yelling heartbrokenly on the other side of the phone.

"Come-come here !!! Blood, so much blood ...! Dead ... dead, dead! My wife is dead--"

The man screamed as he panted, apparently frightened. Shan Ziwei was also frightened, because he wanted to answer the phone and immediately hung up, and quickly found a place to hide again, but he could not move at this time. Before I saw Host Rose's blood, they didn't feel much special about answering the phone. I didn't expect that there was a limit on the call that the ghost had to listen to.

What's more terrible is that Shan Ziwei's other ear heard the increasingly clear footsteps.

Click ... click ... click ...

-The ghost came down.

The man on the phone was still chattering: "My wife is dead! She is killed! I, I saw the killer! I didn't expect, I didn't expect him to do this ... "

Shan Zi Wei was so anxious that he was about to come out of heart disease: You should say ah, don't be **** nonsense! !! !!

"... the murderer, the murderer who killed my wife is--alas."

Even after I heard the host mentioned, even at this extremely critical moment, Shan Ziwei was still shocked by the beheading sound that was close at hand. It was too real and cruel. The blood from the other person ’s decapitation seemed to pass through the phone The thread ran over half of his face, warm and sticky.

Shan Ziwei trembled and threw the microphone back to the landline reflectively. At this moment he was able to move, the list Wei Lima was going to the kitchen to find a cabinet to hide, but at the moment he turned around, he was frightened.

A skinny leg came out of the corner of the corridor, and the next moment, the ghost stepped into the living room. It smiled "Titicaca" and walked towards the coffee table surrounded by the sofa.

Shan Weiwei was behind the sofa, anxious to shrink himself into nano-molecules that are invisible to the naked eye. He was so scared that the sofa was not high, as long as the ghost was closer, closer ...

The white-haired young man closed his eyes and waited for the imminent death.

"Dangerous--"

There was a sudden toilet flushing in the bathroom, which spread into the living room where it was triggered. The ghost twisted his head 180 degrees, and it did not turn around, so it went back to the original way and got into the bathroom.

The rest of the list, Wei Wei, remained soft at the foot of the sofa. Although he was still alive, he felt that he had died once.

Why is no one complaining about this **** game? Shanzi Wei asked Cangtian the 100th time. The existence of this game is a crime!

Wei Shan couldn't help but explode, not just the square sp (fear), he was even scared of life.

In the future, if he encounters a different board, Shan Wei will decide to commit suicide as soon as he enters the board.

The sound of "clicking" footsteps came out of the bathroom, and Wei Shan was shocked. Unexpectedly, the ghost searched the bathroom so quickly. Fortunately, the ghost didn't return to the living room this time, but instead went upstairs with a "click and click", gradually becoming unheard of.

Shan Ziwei quickly got up and ran into the bathroom with a probe. The recent pumping sound is likely to be made by the little partner in order to save him. Shan Zi Weiyi wanted to thank, and secondly, wanted to cooperate. After such a toss, Shan Ziwei found that the sound has an outstanding seductive effect on ghosts. As long as you grasp this, the difficulty of hide and seek can be greatly reduced.

After entering the bathroom, Wei Wei only knew why the ghost had gone out so soon-it was too small here, not as small as a place to hide people. Shan Ziwei took a look at the small bathroom cabinet, which contained only some toiletries, and no one was there.

Is he thinking wrong, there is no one here, the toilet is flushed automatically?

Shan Ziwei looked to the inside of the toilet. The toilet was roughly divided into two parts. The first part was a place for washing and using the toilet, and the second part was a shower room. A shower curtain was used to block the view.

Shan Ziwei walked over and opened the shower curtain. In that room, a bathtub filled with blood jumped into view.

Shan Ziwei's breath suffocated and could not help but take a few steps backwards. Sure enough, there is a tank of blood in the bathroom of each haunted house. Generally speaking, one or two key props are hidden in these scary scenes. In the past, Shan Ziwei manipulated the game characters to do so, instead of being hands-free, naturally there was no pressure; now Shan Ziwei stared at the blood in the tank, and really didn't want to put his hands in. God knew what would be in the bathtub--

Suddenly, a human head emerged from the blood.

"Wow--"

Shan Ziwei heard himself screaming and called half covered by his opponent. Shan Zi Wei stared at the host crawling out of the bathtub, blood-red liquid flowing down from the handsome eyebrows of the young black hair, evil charm like vampires with blood.

Seeing the white-haired youth recognized himself, the host loosened list Wei. Shan Ziwei felt so embarrassed that he didn't want to scream. The previous horrors were okay. At least I knew that high energy was coming and had a mental preparation. But if you suddenly shocked you like this, everyone would be scared enough.

"You, how are you here ..."

The answer was clear to both of them, apparently the host had just washed the toilet to save Shan Wei, and then hid in the bathtub when the ghost came in.

In fact, Shan Ziwei would like to ask more: How dare you hide here-this is the blood of somebody!

Suddenly, their expressions changed.

Click ... Click ... Click, Click, Click Click! !! !!

In the blink of an eye, the footsteps of the ghost came out of the door. When I heard Shan Ziwei's scream, it seemed like he ran down from upstairs. It was impossible to imagine how his distorted body could reach this speed.

"Dug my eyes, I can still see you."

Ghostly laughed into the bathroom, his smooth head swung left and right 360 degrees, without letting go of any corner of the bathroom.

"Closing my ears, I can still hear you."

The ghost stopped in the shower, leaning his head on the blood in the bathtub.

"I can walk to you without my feet."

At the bottom of the bathtub, in the blood, the white-haired and black-haired youths pressed tightly together.

At this time, Shan Ziwei felt that he had to know himself again. The question he wanted to ask just now had an answer—when his life was threatened, the potential of man really was endless.

The residents of Manda's old house are very rich. The bathtub is very large, but no matter how large the bathtub is, it can seem crowded to accommodate two adult men at once. At this moment, the ghost seemed to take something into the blood water-its original body was a doll, and it had a natural resistance to liquids, so it took a flower knife to draw a picture in the blood water. This resulted in Shan Zi Wei and the host having to stick to the bottom of the tank. Due to the limited space, the two were stacked on top of each other.

The blood is just warm as if it had just flowed out of the human body. However, it cannot be touched by the person underneath. Shan Ziwei was in a barren heart, and he could endure the blood and blood, but his nymphoma could not bear it.

Shan Ziwei: Your uncle's disease! t 皿 t

He started to go up a little bit, and pulled away from the contact area with the host, but was almost scratched by the ghost's knife.

The host noticed it, stretched out his hands to embrace Shan Wei, and pressed it back on his body.

"Dug my eyes, I can still see you ... plug my ears, I can still hear you ..."

While repeating the dead song, the ghost stirred the blood with a knife. Two centimeters below the tip of the knife, a nymphatic disease fell into despair.

Shan Ziwei's face was flushed with redness, his heartbeat had long lost his squareness, and his blood quickly flowed through his body with a sense of excitement.

This is not the most uncomfortable, the most uncomfortable is: due to the rapid blood flow, he is almost deprived of oxygen.

Can't help but--

Looking at Shan Wei with a distorted expression, his black eyes were soaked in blood into scarlet.

He pressed Shan Wei's back and blocked his lips. 2k novel reading network