Horror Bug Game Terminal

Qi Wuling suddenly stood on the street corner of this city, feeling lonely for no reason in his heart.

He walked along the roadside and stopped in front of a shopping mall window. He looked at his reflection in the glass. His face was childish, his hair was tied into a small bun, and the top of his head was still dyed green at this time. Qi Wuling couldn't tell what he felt.

I just felt that my appearance was particularly abrupt.

He tried hard to recall what he was doing at that time. It was strange that someone with such a good memory could not remember the details.

Qi Wuling thought about his accommodation, fortunately he had not forgotten it.

He earned a little money from working and rented a room in a basement. It was quite spacious and except for the lack of ventilation and being damp and stuffy, everything else was fine. Most importantly, it was cheap.

It’s very cheap, very cheap, it feels like pie in the sky.

In fact, it was not the case. Logically speaking, as he was a minor, the house should not be rented to him, but the house he rented was a haunted house.

The previous tenant accidentally killed his girlfriend and placed her body in this basement, where it remained undiscovered for two or three months.

After the truth was revealed, the neighbors kept their distance from this place. The owner of the house also wanted to run away, thinking that he was unlucky and how could he be involved in such a thing.

The basement is definitely unusable.

Most people are very taboo about this kind of thing.

But Qi Wuling was not afraid because he was a young man.

The owner saw that he was a young man who was not afraid of a tiger and used his Yang energy to suppress him.

In fact, Qi Wuling lived quite well in that basement.

He is not afraid of these at all.

Qi Wuling walked towards the place in his memory while recalling, but he always felt that someone was following him on the way.

Qi Wuling didn't care much about it. He was only worried about how long the current situation would last.

After walking for 40 minutes, he finally stopped in front of a residential building that looked okay and walked in.

He stood at the door and thought for a long time, but couldn't remember where he put the key.

Qi Wuling was stunned until he heard a sound in the house.

A rather absurd guess came to my mind.

He put his hand on the door handle and pushed it open.

The door opened and someone was in the room.

The walls were peeling all around, and some corners were even stained by moisture. A man was busy working in front of a small stove in a simply separated kitchen.

Blonde hair, broad back and narrow waist.

Qi Wuling's gaze fell on the rose-shaped patterns faintly revealed on the man's profile. His pupils dilated and his hand on the door handle unconsciously tightened.

You Baian heard the door open but didn't hear anyone come in. He turned his head curiously, with a gentle look in his eyes: "Why doesn't Ah Ling come in?"

Qi Wuling just looked at You Baian, standing at the door, motionless.

You Baian watched the fire and smiled softly to comfort people: "What's wrong? Why is Ah Ling unhappy after going out?"

Qi Wuling looked at the person in front of him, suddenly retracted his gaze, walked into the house and closed the door.

You Baian's voice came again.

"By the way, remember to change the band-aid on your finger."

"A-Ling, who are you punishing when you burn your finger while trying to cook? It makes me feel bad. Am I not a good cook?"

Qi Wuling said nothing, just stared at his fingers in a trance.

Did this happen... or...

His fantasy.

Why it was completely different from his past.

He has always lived alone, but now he suddenly finds that his life could be that of two people.

Qi Wuling stood up and wanted to change the Band-Aid.

But I don't know where to find the Band-Aid in this basement.

He has been beaten and scolded since he was a child and has suffered countless injuries. However, he has a strong ability to endure pain and can basically endure it as long as his life is not in danger.

There is no such thing as a Band-Aid, and I would rather not use it.

Yes...he simply disdains to use this kind of thing.

Qi Wuling seemed to have found a breakthrough in his memory. If he had tried to cook alone and burned his hand, he would have simply let the wound become inflamed and die on its own.

But he still wrapped his finger with a Band-Aid.

So - Qi Wuling turned his head and looked at You Baian, is this what really happened?

Qi Wuling suddenly became very curious as to whether the man who was cooking for him was real or fake.

So he walked forward and poked the other person in the waist.

Very real touch.

Qi Wuling was a little dazed, You Baian freed one hand and held Qi Wuling's hand: "A Ling, don't move."

Qi Wuling withdrew his hand obediently.

But I heard You Baian say: "If Ah Ling doesn't want to go to school, then don't go. The school's decision has come out, we can take a few days off. There are several new horror movies and escape rooms coming out recently. If Ah Ling is interested, we can go and relax."

Qi Wuling was reminded of some memories by You Baian's words.

He went to a private school where the atmosphere among his classmates was very bad, and he was not a good person either.

Qi Wuling has no father or mother, an orphan, no relatives to adopt him, no neighbors to help him, and even no friends.

He can live very well in his own world alone, and no one can break into his world.

He has a cold and weird personality and likes to be alone very much, as if he has been a heretic from the beginning.

Such a person is destined to be labeled with countless labels in the eyes of others.

The teacher doesn't like him, and his classmates don't like him.

Their disgust was so direct that they were not even concealed.

Qi Wuling thought it was pretty good though.

But small things will eventually lead to more and more abuses.

Qi Wuling was hospitalized with four stab wounds in the stomach.

It was done by a rich second-generation classmate in my class who was spoiled by his family.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he couldn't control his hot temper. When he met Qi Wuling's temper, it was like a firecracker meeting fire, and he exploded at the slightest touch.

Qi Wuling couldn't even remember what they were arguing about or why they started fighting. Maybe it was a book, or maybe it was an eraser.

In short, the other party has ten thousand little reasons.

When he woke up in the hospital a month later, the other parent had already paid him hush money.

Qi Wuling sat on the hospital bed, looking at the blue sky outside the window.

His face remained expressionless, and there was not a single ripple in Gu Jing's eyes.

He accepted the money. He was alone and did not need any so-called justice, nor did he expect to get any greater benefits.

The hush money is enough.

Qi Wuling counted and found that there were two hundred thousand.

Fifty thousand for one knife, it's worth it.

After Qi Wuling was discharged from the hospital, he stayed in the basement without seeing the sun.

At one point, his skin turned pale as if he had some terminal illness.

It was at that time that he had to cook for himself because he dropped out of school and could no longer eat in the cafeteria, and takeout was too expensive, so he had no choice but to cook for himself.

Perhaps his memory was too unfriendly, Qi Wuling really wanted to hear what You Baian said about his life.

Qi Wuling watched You Baian bring the soup he had cooked to the simple wooden table. The four legs of the wooden table were not even, and a brick was placed on one side to maintain the balance of the table.

Qi Wuling stared at You Baian's figure, and You Baian shook his head happily: "A Ling, did you miss me a lot after you went out today?"

Qi Wuling shook his head.

He just didn't see him in his memory, so he didn't want to miss anything he did.

Qi Wuling finally asked the question: "Why are you here?"

You Baian took the dishes and put them in place, then sat down opposite Qi Wuling.

"Because you, I felt you needed me, so I came."

Just this one sentence made Qi Wuling's memory seem to overlap with some time in his childhood.

He was only six or seven at that time, and he didn't know why he was the only one in this world.

I don’t know why, but those little kids who look like they’re crying are always given candies by adults to make them laugh and smile.

But when he fell down, no one cared; when he choked in the water, no one cared; when he was bitten by a dog, even the dog was taken care of by its owner.

He was sitting on the side of the road, and it seemed like he had encountered human traffickers kidnapping children. He was never accompanied by his parents, so he was too conspicuous a target.

So much so that when he was lying dying on the operating table with extremely poor hygiene conditions, he even thought it would be better to have a quick cut.

But it was not successful at that time, and he was rescued with just a cut on his body.

There was so much blood and it really hurt.

For the first time, Qi Wuling's clean little face frowned.

Before he closed his eyes completely, a blond man rushed in front of him.

"Don't sleep! Wake up!"

When Qi Wuling woke up again, he was under the arch of an overpass.

He didn't mind, since he was a homeless kid anyway.

It's the same wherever you go.

But when he turned around and saw the blond man, he looked puzzled: "Why are you here?"

The blond man had just woken up and heard the first words he asked, and whispered: "Because you, I felt that you needed me, so I came."

Qi Wuling said expressionlessly: "No, I asked you why you were under the bridge."

You Baian was stunned, with a smile in his eyes: "Because this is my home."

Qi Wuling was stunned. He looked at the bridge hole that was exposed to the wind on all sides, with a complicated expression: "You are so old, but you also have no home like me?"

What You Baian wanted to say got stuck in his throat. He gently put his arm around Qi Wuling and said, "No, Ah Ling is not a homeless child."

Qi Wuling didn't say anything.

As his thoughts came back to his senses, his memory once again recalled the scene when he first entered the terminal game.

He woke up under the bridge.

Entered into the inexplicable horror game world.

Qi Wuling was thinking about the bridge tunnel and didn't say anything.

Just looking at You Baian who was now sitting across the table from him.

He whispered, "What I'm asking is, why are you in this basement? This is not a bridge tunnel, this is my home."

You Baian blinked, as if thinking of some memories, and raised the corners of his lips: "Yes, this is A-Ling's home. I, a big kid without a home, want you to take me in, is that okay?"

Qi Wuling's eyes flashed with a smile, but he didn't show it on his face: "I'll think about it."