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Chapter 391 The area of ​​the instance you are in is less than one hundred meters.
Playing first-person horror games for too long can often give you a feeling of dizziness.

Fortunately, it's still evening in the game, so the lighting is a bit brighter.

At this moment, Gu Mian is controlling the protagonist to stand on a dilapidated street.

This is a village perched on a cliff. It's a large village, somewhat resembling a medieval Western style.

Buildings that have collapsed halfway are everywhere, and the collapses are quite artistic.

The village looked like it had been abandoned for many years and no one lived there.

As Gu Mian manipulated her character to explore the terrain, she muttered to herself, "Perhaps others are also trapped in a dark room like me, controlling their game characters?"

If we were to think even bolder...

Gu Mian stared at the computer screen in front of her.

Because it's a first-person perspective, all he sees in front of him is a scattered street.

"Perhaps they've become characters in the game too? What if they turn into ghosts? That would be troublesome..."

At this moment, the fat man was pacing anxiously in his bookstore.

He discovered that he couldn't leave the dilapidated house at all; an invisible barrier was blocking him, preventing him from taking a single step out.

"This is truly something I've never seen or heard of before!" The fat man could only lie at the front door and watch helplessly as the sky outside slowly darkened.

The world outside the door was so vast and so free, yet he couldn't take a single step out!

The fat man was so anxious he wanted to curse: "What kind of dungeon would leave players stuck in a shabby house, unable to take a single step?"

Considering that the instance's death protection mechanism had disappeared, he couldn't help but worry even more: "I wonder how the doctors are doing now..."

At this moment, the fat man had already turned on the chandelier switch. The chandelier was always swaying in the wind outside, making the fat man feel uneasy.

He looked at the desktop phone on the table; it was there, but there was no number on it, and even pressing the redial button didn't get any response.

But surely there must be a way to leave this place?

Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the old bookshelves in front of him.

Why not start by looking at these books? What if one of them contains a magic spell to escape this dilapidated house?

As he thought about it, he took a few steps toward the bookshelf.

But just then, a familiar yet eerie voice suddenly came from behind: "Hello, I'm here to return the book."

The fat man stiffened his neck and turned to look at the gate.

Before the open door, a woman was already standing there.

She looked haggard and emaciated, and handed over a book with her thin, bony hands.

The scene eerily overlapped with what he had seen not long ago.

If it weren't for the fact that it was already dark outside, the fat man would almost have suspected that he had traveled back in time.

His body stiffened, and he looked at the woman in front of him with an unnatural expression: "I remember you... were here just now?"

The woman didn't answer, still stretching out her withered hand, but the fat man didn't dare to reach out and take it.

He leaned against the bookshelf behind him, watching the person in front of him warily.

For a moment, the two of them stood motionless in place.

But the silence didn't last long. A few seconds later, the eerie and shrill sound came out of the woman's throat again.

"I've come to return the book!"

"I've come to return the book!"

"I've come to return the book!"

Her body was twisting wildly, as if she was about to rush in at any moment.

Startled, the fat man quickly ran up and snatched the book from the woman's hand.

After the book was taken from her, the woman stopped. The fat man saw her mechanically turn around and walk into the darkness.

"Damn it!" he shuddered as he watched the woman's departing figure. "This place is fucking weird."

Why does this person keep doing the same thing...?

Just as the fat man was swallowing hard, staring in the direction the woman had disappeared, the phone on the table suddenly rang. He turned his head in surprise.

Who would call me in this instance?

The phone ringing sounded particularly eerie in the darkness, and the fat man quickly stepped forward to answer it without much hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came through the microphone: "I am Chu Changge."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, the fat man's eyes immediately welled up with tears: "Brother Chu, where are you now?"

“I think we’re in the same situation. I’m stuck in a bookstore right now; I found two unmarked phone numbers on the bookshelf. The first person to answer me was 007, and she’s also stuck in a bookstore right now.”

Hearing this, the fat man nodded, even though he knew that Chu Changge across from him wouldn't see him: "I'm in the bookstore right now, and I can't get out at all. There's also a crazy woman who keeps coming to return books."

Chu Changge paused for a moment, then spoke: "Did she say that—?"

"Hello, I'm here to return a book."

An eerie tone entered the fat man's ears, the sound particularly chilling in the cold night.

He slowly turned his neck to look back, and sure enough, the voice was coming from behind him.

A gaunt woman stood in the doorway, staring blankly ahead, her withered hand raised forward, holding a black book in her hand.

"Hello, I'm here to return a book."

The fat man heard her say it again.

The time is displayed in the upper right corner of the screen; it's 7:30 PM now, and the sky in the game is completely dark.

While waiting, Gu Mian sneaked into several buildings to look for game clues. Although there weren't many people in the village, there were still quite a few good things.

Gu Mian found a lighter and a piece of paper that she didn't know was torn from some book.

I also saved the file a few times.

At this moment, Gu Mian was using a lighter to illuminate the white paper in her hand. It was clear that the person who printed the book was very generous; only one line of text was printed in the middle of the blank sheet of paper—

May the angels forgive all sins.

Gu Mian stared at the line of text: "Speaking of which, the tone of this dungeon seems to be somewhat similar to a killing game. I wonder if there will be any touching stories or something in the end."

Of course, whether it's a story or not isn't very important. Gu Mian remembered that there seemed to be an evil god statue in the killing game instance.

As he looked at the words on the white paper on the screen, he said, "It's so unfair! Even characters in games have inventory slots, but I don't."

After dark, the screen clarity visibly decreased.

It has to be said that this game is very realistic. The withered grass on the thatched hut and the rags blown on the fence are swaying in the wind. The bumpy dirt road raises a cloud of dust. Although you can't hear the sound, Gu Mian feels as if a gust of wind is really blowing in your face.

It's worth mentioning that no ghosts have appeared in the dungeon so far, even on the most eerie nights.

"If other people are actually in this game, they should be safe in this environment without ghosts."

Gu Mian quickly dismissed his naive idea, because he saw a tall monster dragging an iron chain slowly walking towards him in the darkness not far away.

Gu Mian glanced at the lighter and a piece of paper in her inventory; it seemed there was nothing that could compare to a chainsaw.

He quickly turned and ran away: "I take back what I just said, they're safer not in this game... but where are they?!"

Meanwhile, the fat man had already found two phone numbers on his bookshelf. He had long since ended his conversation with Chu Changge and was now talking to 007.

"Three times! That woman has come three times already, each time saying the same thing and doing the same thing. Why does she have to repeat the same thing so many times?"

007 on the other side was silent for a while: "That woman came to me twice, and both times she repeated the same thing, which was to return the book... Also, I just tried to leave the bookstore using a special item, but I couldn't use it."

The fat man was slightly taken aback: "Is our use of special items restricted here?"

“No,” came 007’s deep voice, “it’s not a restriction, it’s that it’s unusable.”

She paused here, seemingly considering how to explain: "I have a special item that can teleport me directly to a location 100 meters in front of me, but when I try to use it, it displays a message saying it cannot be used because..."

007 stopped again.

After a long while, the fat man finally heard her voice coming through the microphone, seemingly repeating what he had seen—

"The area of ​​the instance you are in is less than 100 meters."

There's no third chapter. *crying*
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