Horror Bug Game Terminal

The number of floors increases step by step.

Reached the top floor, with a ding-dong sound.

The elevator door opens.

Qi Wuling took a step and came to this empty place again.

The lighting in the house is not very good.

The clock is still ticking.

The sound of the hands turning is very uniform, but the time on each clock is different.

Qi Wuling took a few steps and stood in the middle of the room.

He looked around.

When they came over before, he touched the clock curiously, and his hand passed through the surface of the clock.

Others may not see anything.

But at that time, Qi Wuling saw some scenes he had never seen before.

Same environment, different people.

It should be a stranger player who entered this game before.

Countless players died in this game.

When Qi Wuling withdrew his hand, the image in his mind disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Qi Wuling lowered his eyes. The clock here could see the players who had entered this game before.

Without exception, all the players in the clock will stay in this game forever.

They did not die or disappear.

But they are trapped in this beautiful world forever.

Qi Wuling saw the thoughts of countless players through the clock, and they all agreed that Ge Du was the painter.

And dealing with a mentally ill person is very easy for them.

So everyone chose to kill Gedu. But they did not pass the level.

The system didn't even have any sound or prompt.

On the contrary, after killing him, the world here instantly fell apart, all the buildings collapsed to the ground in an instant, and all the players were wiped out.

Then all the player's consciousness in this game is stored in the clock in this room, named with different time.

Of course, this is the choice of most players.

There are also some players who did not kill Ge Du. They seemed to have noticed something, but they did not find a way to leave or pass the level. It seemed that no matter what they did, they could not get out.

They have been staying in the game for so long that their souls have become empty, and they have gradually become numb and unable to distinguish between the game and reality. They have begun to become crazy like the painter.

I occasionally started writing and drawing, and spent most of my time staying in a corner, not talking to anyone.

Often talking to himself.

They live as if they were dead.

Qi Wuling let go of his hand, thoughtful.

The painter was Gedu, he was sure of it.

And there is another point - the world they are in now is probably also created by the painter, a space like the world of colors.

Qi Wuling lowered his head and thought, because after killing Ge Du, the world would collapse.

The system said before that the colors here were born from the hands of a great painter.

The painter is like the creator god in the small world he created.

After he was killed, the world of colors he created would naturally collapse, because this was the world conceived in the painter's mind. After a mentally ill person dies, his consciousness is lost, and naturally this conceived world will no longer exist.

Judging from the information given in the clock image, not only will the world of color pigments disappear, but the entire world will collapse, including the world they exist in now.

This is enough to prove that the world they are living in now is also fake.

So what exactly are they seeing now?

Qi Wuling actually had a guess in his mind.

But we need to find Xu Yi and Su Shenchuan first.

He looked up at the clock here, since there were players who had not completed the level trapped.

Then can he find a clock with pictures of You Xuyi and Su Shenchuan?

Qi Wuling made a rough estimate and found that it would take him more than two hours to do this.

He turned around and left decisively.

The number is huge, and he doesn't like wasting time. If he is not at the end of his rope, he generally won't do such a time-wasting thing.

So Qi Wuling walked into the elevator again.

The elevator door closed slowly.

Until Qi Wuling’s face could no longer be seen.

At this moment, Xu Yi's hand had silently placed on the door handle.

Turned it slightly.

With a creak, the door was opened by Xu Yi.

The first thing that caught my eye was a bed with a man lying on it.

With your back to the door.

Their body shapes and personalities are very similar.

Thin and weak.

Xu Yi was afraid that something might happen, so he took out the medicine powder and tiptoed to the bed.

He raised his hand and stretched out his arm to blow towards the man's face.

Some of the powder drifted into the air.

Xu Yi looked carefully and saw that the man must have inhaled some of the powder.

She felt a little relieved, but still worriedly stretched out her arm and waved it in front of the man's closed eyes.

Seeing that the man really had no reaction at all, Xu Yi looked at the half bag of drugs still in his hand.

Hiss... isn't it a bit too little?

How about some more?

Xu Yi thought about it and decisively picked up a little with his fingertips. Like sprinkling cumin, it looked like a very professional technique.

The powder was evenly spread on the man's face.

I don’t know whether the drug is effective or not, but the current dosage can be used as loose powder.

Xu Yi packed the remaining medicine powder with great satisfaction and put it in his pocket.

Then he began to look around the small room.

Thick piles of paintings are piled up in the corners.

There is a small window next to it through which you can see the scenery outside.

There is also a glass cabinet containing many certificates of honor, medals and trophies.

It looks a bit old.

The above awards are basically gold medals, first prizes or special prizes in provincial or national competitions.

There are also some honorary titles awarded, such as famous painters, painters associations, etc.

Xu Yi touched his chin. It seemed that this painter was quite talented.

With so many provincial and national honors, how many credits will this add?

Xu Yi couldn't help but sigh.

After expressing his feelings, he ran to the corner, picked up the pile of papers, sat on the ground and read them quietly.

The picture content is very rich.

Seems like a coherent little story.

A young boy who loves painting very much.

In the picture, there are two adults who are always arguing, and he is squatting silently behind the door, hugging his legs and staring blankly.

Maybe because the childhood was rather dark and not so happy, the pigments used in the work are extremely highly saturated. Perhaps I wanted to give myself a little hope. My eyes even felt a little sore after looking at the pictures for a long time.

Later, the young boy grew up and showed amazing talent in painting. He began to win prizes, participate in competitions, and receive flowers and praise. Under the cover of these honors and halos, he slowly healed his heart.

The tone of this part of the picture is very calm and gentle, which makes people feel very safe.

A very fresh and healing style of painting.

He has basically formed his own stable painting style, which includes mountains and rivers, city noise, and occasionally a lonely figure.

Turning the page again, there was no work on the screen, just a rough outline sketched with a brush, which was crooked and had no discernible shape.

It seems that the author himself no longer has the patience to paint.

Turning the page, every page after it was filled with the same scribbling, the same as what they had seen when they first entered the elevator.

The kind of traces that are casually drawn with a pen to vent emotions.

Xu Yi looked confused: What is going on?

Isn’t the previous drawing pretty good?

Why did I start scribbling later?

He put the paper back in his hand and raised an eyebrow: "So this is how he started his painting career."

"That's good, but why did he become mentally ill later?"

Xu Yi was talking to himself. Could it be that after becoming mentally ill, his emotions were often out of control? So he started to scribble?

That’s not possible.

Xu Yi stood up straight and walked to the bedside again.

She glanced at the man on the bed, then walked around to the other side of the bed and looked at his face carefully.

Xu Yi frowned: "Why does this look so unlike Ge Du?"

The body shape, clothes, and hair look exactly the same as Ge's.

Only this face seems to be similar but not quite.

Xu Yi directly grabbed the man's face. It was indeed his own face.

He stared at the face from left to right, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.

He was sure he had never seen this person.

But where have I seen this face before?

Where exactly is it? Xu Yi couldn't figure it out.

Qi Wuling glanced at the sun above his head. It was almost two o'clock.

Judging from the time, Xu Yi should have succeeded.

It looked like he needed to go to the hallway bedroom.

Qi Wuling walked up the stairs without looking back.

The situation over at Su Shenchuan is not so good.