sprite house

During this journey, Yuan thought that he was numb to all kinds of horrors, but it was only at this moment that he realized the real horror, hovering over his head from the beginning to the end, waiting for the final despair to come.

Not knowing whether it was the drop in the surrounding temperature, or the coldness spreading from the bottom of his heart, Ah Yuan felt as though layers of frost had formed between his skin and bones.He couldn't help but glanced at Huang Rongqiang again, and suddenly found that the pierced hole in the forehead of the other party was pulled upwards and cracked a long and narrow gap, just like another evil ghost with one eye, staring at them. direction.

A Yuan took a step forward to meet the gaze, and when he realized his movement, he hurriedly retreated to Chang Anzai's side, "Brother, what exactly is this place?" Wanting to spit out, "The house in our hometown was obviously razed, why...why did it appear here! What does this have to do with that game? Is this a place based on the game? Why did I really become a prostitute? Wonton vendors? And Xu Fan, why did my high school classmates appear here—are their deaths real?"

A series of problems are like a boulder sinking into water, without causing any splashes.

A Yuan stood there, for a moment, he couldn't feel his own existence.The moonlight above his head was entangled and blinded his eyes tightly, like spider silk hanging down to bind him silently.

The whole house seemed to reveal its prototype, turning into a huge man-eating plant. As early as when they stepped into this house, the liquid of death had decomposed and melted their bodies, hair and skin little by little through various horrors. .

"A Yuan—" A low call shook A Yuan like a slap in the face, and he woke up suddenly.

He was still standing there, the moonlight was still the moonlight, and the surroundings hadn't changed in any way. His back was dripping with sweat, proving the fact that he was still alone.

A Yuan raised his head and looked in the direction of Chang Anzai, his eyes paused for a while, and he just noticed that there was a layer of crystal clear frost on Chang Anzai's cheeks and lips, "Brother..."

The moonlight pouring down on his head almost condensed him into an ice sculpture.

"Brother! What's wrong with you!" A Yuan was terrified, and reached out to grab his hand, but was avoided when he got close, "Is it caused by Huang Rongqiang's soul disappearing! Brother, you...

"A Yuan, that house has always been there," Chang An retreated from his side, pointing to his chest, "here."

A Yuan stood there anxiously, "Then what's going on with you now, is it related to this house! Brother, are you now... a human or a ghost?"

Chang An raised his hand to signal him to calm down, "A Yuan, listen to me."

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As he approached his senior year, Chang An received a notice from the village that his grandfather's house had been demolished to requisition farmland, and he was asked to go back and sign a new contract and get some demolition fees by the way.

He was extremely happy when he received the news.

No one knows the horror of that foreign building better than him.Those souls who died because of it are all trapped inside, and the whole building is like a giant garbage dump that no one has dealt with, full of resentment.

From childhood to adulthood, what he has been in contact with the most is not people, but these non-human existences.

Wherever he went, they stalked him endlessly.

During his childhood, these innocent souls could still lie quietly and watch him from the sidelines.However, as he grew older, their hatred became more and more obvious-it was the resentment of the living brought about by the dead's longing for the world.

He happened to be admitted to university that year, and it was a long period after that that these grievances accumulated to their peak.

There are people who are a little close to him, and accidents happened at the beginning——

First, the roommate A in the same dormitory had a mental decline for several nights in a row;

Then roommate B saw a pale grimace in the mirror at night when he got up early in the morning, and the mirror suddenly burst and pierced his face;

Another roommate C was studying in the classroom when the high-speed spinning fan above his head suddenly fell. Fortunately, he escaped in time and his arm was severely scratched.

Every time at this time, he could always hear the tittering of those innocent souls.He was forced into a panic, so he had to move out of the dormitory and live away from the group.

Since then, these innocent souls have become more and more unscrupulous, and they began to call him back. After he refused, they began to curse endlessly.Those curses turned into accidents, and several times he was almost killed by flying disasters.

This situation lasted until Ruan's mother took him back to Ruan's house temporarily, and those ghosts inexplicably stopped their curse overnight, and they returned to their original state, hiding in the shadows and peeping not far or near.

The time with Ruan Yuan will always be the most peaceful moment in his life.

During the day, his younger brother would always pester him to talk or play, keeping him busy.At night, it can also turn into a warm meat ball to protect him from the cold from another world.

Chang Anzai even had the idea of ​​following the wronged soul's words and returning to the mansion, but he had to take his younger brother with him, and he was reluctant to let go. All the warmth in his life came from his younger brother.

The little baby with a baby voice staggered and chased him with short legs, from childhood to adulthood, he always looked up to him, trying to give him all the warmth with his weak heart.

He is the only firefly in his eternally dark life.

However, the glimmer of fireflies is only a short summer.

When he heard the Ruan family's quarrel, he suddenly realized that he had to leave, his existence would only bring misfortune to others.

After that, he was sluggish for a period of time. It is strange to say that during this period, those grievances began to dissipate. They changed from a dense cloud of black air to a faint mist, and the expression on his face also changed from a ferocious The smirk turned back to a numb blank.

After he received the notice of the demolition of the house in his hometown, he vaguely felt that with the demolition of the house, these grievances got the rest they deserved?

He went back to his hometown.

Several villages are nestled among the beautiful peaks, the water is beautiful and the mountains are bright, and the hometown has not changed much.

Those children who threw stones at him have grown up, and those adults who abused him are also old.They watched him hurrying past the entrance of the village, as if they were looking at a strange traveler.

There, the innocent soul who accompanied him finally dissipated in the air.

The drive back from his hometown was the most relaxing time in his life. When he was bathed in the summer sun, he suddenly felt like a living person.

He quit the rented house and returned to the dormitory. The accident was never accompanied by the arrival, and he was finally able to live a normal college life.

After his senior year, he also started to get busy, taking part-time jobs after class, working hard to make money, and even fantasized that he could buy a small apartment in a few years, and then take over the younger brother who misses him so much. All the things he loves, he'll be his great brother.

He really thought everything was fine until he received a game production order from his senior.

It is a puzzle-oriented horror game.The old-fashioned plan is probably to set up several levels in a haunted house, and players can find relevant clues to escape from them.

The senior meant that the initial planning, art painting, and post-stage plot layout were basically completed, and he was asked to help with programming and testing.

Chang Anzai promised well at first, but after he got the game planning materials, he discovered the problem - the plot design made by this senior was exactly the same as his family's experience back then, except for the two extra characters.

Chang An was holding the manuscript paper and glanced at the ten lines. His face became paler the more he looked behind him. He opened his mouth, his voice trembling, "How do you know these things?"

The senior had dark circles under his eyes, yawned and drank his coffee, and said triumphantly, "How about this story? I came up with it in the past two days. It's not out of the ordinary."

Chang Anzai didn't respond, and the manuscript paper flew over page by page at his fingertips until he turned to the last page: it was the cover of the poster of the game, silver flashes and lightning tore the sky, a small snow-white western-style building stood among the lush gardens, The windows of the building were painted black.

Chang Anzai just turned to that page and stared at it twice, and in an instant, a pale face popped out from the window smeared with ink.

He let go of his hand subconsciously, and the manuscript paper was scattered on the ground.

"Hey! What are you doing! Don't mess with me!" The senior put down the coffee in a hurry, ran over to clean up the manuscript papers on the floor, and scolded, "What's the matter with you today, you boy, look at your pale face, sick Let me tell you earlier. Then we have to work all night, don’t be unable to hold on, where can I find someone to take this order!”

The sketch of the Western-style building just floated to his feet, Chang An stared at it for a long time, then he suddenly said, "I'm not going to play this game."

He wanted to run away, but after looking back at the senior, he couldn't help but say, "You'd better not continue."