Gou planning guardianship contract

"The painting of autism fell to the ground, I turned it over and found a note in it..." Zhu Yao's voice paused, "No wonder this painting is not allowed to be seen, do you want to take a look at it? What's in it?"

"Is it scary?"

"It's not scary, it's pretty nice."

Yu Nan turned his head and saw a note displayed on the screen—a sketch of a very beautiful woman.

The woman in the painting poses in a voluptuous posture, her proud figure is vividly outlined by simple and clean lines, and a blanket is draped over her important parts.She seemed a little shy, turned her head to look behind her, only showing half of her face, her feet were slightly close together, and her toes were pointing back to the ground.

'Now a little to the left, yes!This is just right.Now keep this pose still, I want to draw all these perfect arcs. '

The painter's deep voice sounded, echoing in the dark and long corridor, like the whisper of a demon.

After saying this, he laughed lowly, sounding a little scary.

"The artist covered his wife's naked body with a piece of cloth," Zhu Yao described, "and there was a note behind the sketch, which read, "I'm not that fat! "It should have been written by the painter's wife."

Yu Nan was able to imagine the scene just now, and he could feel the horror atmosphere created by the game.

But... After Zhu Yao's explanation, the atmosphere of terror is gone, even a little funny?

Zhu Yao turned the sketch back to the front again, admired the proud figure of the painter's wife again, and then reluctantly closed the note.

The self-closing painting was a portrait of a man in black. Zhu Yao only glanced at it before leaving the corridor and entering the next room.

"I entered the room, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw the self-closing painting. Now it is not self-closing without the sketches. It is hung high on the wall facing the door. The furniture in the room Lots of cupboards, and a fireplace crackling and burning."

While Zhu Yao was retelling the game, she rummaged through the drawer and found a note with a drawing of a mouse. The artist's handwriting was sharply written on it, 'Screaming arsonist, I will not be easily defeated! '

"I'm afraid this fire is not related to rats."

Yu Nan heard the "squeak" of the mouse and the sound of it crawling on the floor.

"A mouse crawled over and jumped straight into the burning fireplace. I guess the fireplace in front is full of energy again."

"Can Gao Neng predict it?"

"Yes, the mouse just now attracted me to look at the fireplace, and it probably wants me to go there to scare me."

Horror games are scary, nothing more than those routines, turning around, corridor killing, screen distortion, things that appear suddenly, etc...

"Be careful, I'm going over!" Zhu Yao reminded Yu Nan.

Yu Nan closed her eyes, firmly grasped Zhu Yao's skirt, and silently told herself that she was going to be high-powered. She heard a few scary sounds, which were urgent and sharp.

Even with Zhu Yao's high-energy warning, even if he only heard a few sound effects without looking at the screen, Yu Nan couldn't help but curl up, feeling uneasy.

"I walked towards the fireplace, the self-closing painting suddenly dimmed, the screen turned backwards, and a pile of books put together a human shape, as if following behind and planning to pounce on me, and when I turned around, it was all scattered on the ground."

At the end, Zhu Yao added, "Looking at the book covers, there are exactly the same books. There are nearly 30 books. I don't know what the person who bought the books thinks. No wonder his house is full of bookcases."

Yu Nan: Thank you, I am no longer scared in an instant.

The sound of footsteps sounded slowly, and the whistling sound could be faintly heard around her, mixed with crying. Zhu Yao held the handle with one hand, and put the other hand on Yu Nan's back to comfort her.

"I opened a cabinet and found a letter from a painter's friend, mentioning that the painter's wife had postpartum depression..."

Yu Nan heard the sound of the door opening, and the woman's cry seemed to echo in her ears, even covering the sound of rain and wind outside the window.

"It's a good thing you didn't look here. The lights flickered, the doors were locked, and there was only an empty corridor left."

Zhu Yao tugged on the door again, "It should be the painter's wife who is crying, she won't let me go, she wants me to listen to her cry. The clue indicates that the painter was popular when his wife was suffering from postpartum depression, so busy that she neglected his wife's feelings , The two have a relationship crisis."

Yu Nan felt the woman's sobs getting louder, and heard the artist's wife's faint voice: "Let's have a good talk, even if we meet at home, I won't dare to face you..."

"The doors of other houses were locked. I found a door with bookshelves full of books and iron cabinets for sundries. I made a detour to the exit. There were many wine bottles on the ground."

"His house is so big, it's designed as a horror script than your house..." Zhu Yao suddenly realized that she had slipped her words and quickly shut up.

"What script?"

"nothing…"

The corridor began to darken, and the ground was full of broken wine bottles. Zhu Yao pushed open the door in front of her, and a long corridor lit by candles appeared. There was a line written on the side of the wall - "The first step is often the hardest".

In the front is the kitchen. The impression is that the kitchen connected to the living room on the first floor of the villa appears at the end of the dark corridor.

It is obviously a bright and warm place, but appearing in such a weird place seems very fragmented, and everything indicates that something unusual is about to happen.

"I opened the cabinet and found a note pinned in the cabinet, on which a mouse got into the kitchen utensils was drawn, and next to it was written the words diced mouse meat, fat, crunchy bones, I am very hungry, disgusting..."

Yu Nan heard the sound of something falling, and the creaking sound of the cabinet opening, mixed with the sharp BGM.

Zhu Yao paused, "There is an oil painting of fruits hanging on the side of the kitchen, and the fruits are falling down. The fruits that fell on the ground began to rot, and the outside door began to tremble, as if something wanted to come in. When I walked over, there was a The knife was thrust straight into the door from behind..."

"The room darkened, the space began to distort, only the painting was bright, countless rotten fruits fell down, and the fruit basket in the painting was empty."

Yu Nan turned her head on Zhu Yao's lap and saw this scene, "After being described by you, I don't feel so scared anymore."

A piece of human rotting skin fell off, and the painter's voice sounded—"First, I need a different canvas."

Yu Nan almost jumped up from Zhu Yao's lap.

Zhu Yao covered Yu Nan's eyes with her hands, "Be good, turn away if you are afraid."

The painter began to describe the process of peeling the skin. In order to make the skin intact, he took a razor and carefully peeled off the skin. Drinking alcohol made his hands more stable when peeling the skin.

Yu Nan felt his skin hurt, as if a knife was being cut, the blood vessels were severed, and the red muscles were exposed to the air...

"I opened the door I just entered the kitchen, but went directly into the studio. I guess this game requires me to use people as materials to paint, maybe... use my wife's body to complete the painting of reminiscing about my wife?"

"I wiped the canvas, red fuel appeared on the paper, a line of words "Invisible Dreams" appeared on the wall, an elevator appeared outside the door, I entered the elevator, and the elevator locked me in like a cage, rising When I was in the hallway, I saw a figure from behind."

Zhu Yao's voice was very steady, it seemed that the ghosts that appeared suddenly and the sundries that fell from time to time seemed normal to her, and nothing could scare her.

Zhu Yao embraced her body like a gilded enchantment, keeping the monsters and ghosts out of the darkness, which made Yu Nan feel extremely at ease.

The elevator made a sharp sound, and a hideous face rushed towards Zhu Yao. Zhu Yao waited for the elevator to go up naturally, and then described everything to Yu Nan lightly but in detail.

"...Well... There is a note about the skin transplant operation of the painter's wife who failed, and the painter wrote letters insulting the medical staff... It seems that the painter is a bit of Zaan, and the doctor will recommend a psychological counselor to her..."

Yu Nan raised his head slightly and saw a small room on the screen. On the wall was a photo of the painter's wife playing the piano. In the middle was a small table with two burned piano scores.

The painter began to murmur: "My dear, hold on, at least let me finish this part...don't make me beg you..."

The photos on the wall were covered by a thick black fog like creeping moss, and the people inside became blurred, as if they had been burned, and the rats sounded around them again.

Zhu Yao passed a half-closed door and could see the red light inside and the windows with iron bars. Instead of going in, she went straight into another door.

It is a particularly steep staircase, leading up to the roof attic. The ceiling is sloping and forms an equilateral triangle with the floor. There are many cracks in the wooden floor, and the raging fire downstairs can be seen crackling.

Through the floor, one can see the portrait of his wife hanging on the wall downstairs. She is a very gentle and beautiful person, raising her hands and pulling her hair back, looking forward with a smile.

"Leaving the attic on the top of the building, I saw a box through the corridor..." Zhu Yao didn't seem to notice that Yu Nan was looking at the screen.

The box was opened, and a trembling baby appeared in the box, crying and shaking violently, and then disappeared into the darkness.

Yu Nan sprang up, squatting on Zhu Yao's body like a sloth, and hugged Zhu Yao tightly.

I don't know whether to hold back or lost his voice, but Yu Nan didn't scream.

Zhu Yao: ...cough

Rats scurry on the ground, white paint is spilled on the tabletop and wall, the lights flicker, the baby has long since disappeared, and a line of words appears on the wall, "Cheer Up"

"His child...is he dead?" Yu Nan slowed down and asked a difficult question.

"I guess not. The child's bedroom is not a crib but a children's bed, and the report card should belong to the painter's child. From the pink bedroom, it can be inferred that it is the daughter."

Yu Nan sat down slowly, leaning on Zhu Yao's shoulder and looking at the screen from the corner of her eye.Lang Xi wasn't there, so she simply leaned on Zhu Yao's side generously.

It seems that the limit of fear can be increased with the stimulation. When Zhu Yao rummaged through the box, many small high-energy appeared again, but Yu Nan held back, at most subconsciously leaned back and did not look at the screen.

Every time I go to a place where there may be high energy, Zhu Yao will make a notice in advance. She finds the rules very accurately, the little high energy is harmless, and the big high energy can predict it.

Yu Nan remained silent. It seemed that Zhu Yao's level design in horror games was already better than her in game planning.