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Jumping out of the fear of the game, "Layers of Fear" is simply a visual feast, with western-style villas, artistic hanging paintings, slightly messy and well-organized furniture... even the abnormal movements are very aesthetic.

"F*ck, this **** guy is a ****", Yu Nan couldn't help cursing while watching Zhu Yao looking for clues.

The burned painter's wife couldn't continue to play, and the painter wanted his wife to play beautiful melodies, and scolded her when she was trying to recover, and didn't let her practice the piano.

'In any case, if I practiced, my beloved husband would immediately berate me.He forced me to rest... But if Qin doesn't let me practice, how can I get better?Worse, I swear I can smell the alcohol in his words...'

'God, please, don't do this. '

It can be felt between the lines that my wife loves painters very much.

Yu Nan sneered, "From now on, even if his wife's ghost rushes out and dismembers this ****, I won't be afraid anymore."

Zhu Yao glanced at Yu Nan strangely, why did she feel that she was angry?

When angry, ghosts and gods will give way, so naturally they will not be afraid.

Yu Nan clasped his arms around his chest, staring at the screen with a grinning grin, and swearing at Zuan words like "*** hurry up to Grandpa*" and "*** is gone".

Yu Nan's behavior was very strange, but Zhu Yao didn't ask any more questions, and controlled the character to move forward.

The painter moved forward all the way, and the things behind him were falling down, the paintings around him were always inexplicably distorted, and the lights flickered on and off, full of horror.

Yu Nan still maintained that posture, staring intently at the screen and grinning grinningly, showing no fear at all.

Zhu Yao saw a distorted mirror with two candles lit beside it, crooked words written on the wall next to the mirror, it was obvious that there would be high energy.

Turning her head to look at Yu Nan worriedly, Zhu Yao found that she was still motionless, looking at the screen with mocking eyes, puffing up like a cat with contempt for all sentient beings.

Zhu Yao made a bad move, without warning, she went directly to the mirror, the screen dimmed instantly, the ear-piercing sound was like broken glass pouring into her ears, countless black hands pulled the artist into the mirror, and the world distorted as if melting , the screen seems to have a layer of frost.

With this level of high energy, Yu Nan would have screamed and hugged Zhu Yao quickly as if terrified, but at this time Yu Nan still kept that posture motionless.

Yu Nan: Hehe, **** rubbish.

Is this... people scared?Zhu Yao shook her hand in front of Yu Nan's eyes, and Yu Nan responded with a speechless look.

"Go ahead and play your game, don't worry about me." After saying this, Yu Nan continued to stare at the screen angrily.

'it cannot be destroyed'

The outside world seemed to have been burned, and there were black stains everywhere, like black scabs scorched on flesh and blood mixed with mud.

Since the mirror cannot return to the outside world, Zhu Yao simply began to explore the 'mirror world', opened the door to a long corridor, saw a portrait of German Shepherd standing on the grass in the distance, and could hear the dog barking in her ear.

The screen distorted again, the light green painting turned blood red, the dog's skin peeled off to expose its ribs, its limbs and head turned into bones, standing between the sea of ​​blood and dead trees, the barking of the dog became miserable, as if howling.

Zhu Yao subconsciously looked at Yu Nan, but saw Yu Nan's displeased eyes.

"Just play your game."

'Darling, remember how you said how nice it would be to have a cat so that the baby would have a playmate.So... I bought a dog!Hahahahaha'

The painter's low voice began to blur, and he couldn't help laughing wantonly.

"Crazy, he fucked a fuck, ****" Yu Nan disdainfully.

Zhu Yao: I dare not speak.

There are more and more strange changes in the back, but the painter seems to be insane, no, he is insane, he is rummaging frantically, Zhu Yao doesn't know what he is rummaging.

"The new works of the once great artist caused the whole gallery to burst into laughter..." The painter tore off the faces and names on the newspaper, and the paper was torn into pieces.

"Did you see the red bottle on the small cabinet in the corridor?" Zhu Yao cut the angle of view and put a close-up, "Every time this bottle appears, there will be something scary at the next door."

Yu Nan's arrogance weakened a little, "Understood."

Zhu Yao slowly opened the door, and a big face appeared... No, it was a painting. This painting was so big that it filled the entire door. The nose of the portrait of the man in the painting was facing the artist's face.

Yu Nan's hand trembled slightly.

Zhu Yao looked back, the road was blocked, but a small painting appeared...

"Click!"

The huge painting behind him disappeared, the screen went dark in an instant and made a loud noise, a long corridor appeared, and a mouse sprinted past.

On the screen, a red vase appeared again.

Immediately afterwards, the ceiling fan in the room ahead hit the ground heavily, the chandelier flickered and gave up struggling, the surroundings fell into darkness, and a mouse ran past the screen.

Yu Nan put her head down sleepily, and lay back beside Zhu Yao.

"Are you afraid?"

"Hmm..." Yu Nan's voice was a little frustrated, the anger had passed, and these scenes became desolate again, very penetrating, mixed with the fear of the other scenes just now.

Yu Nan was very tired, as if he fell into a emptiness after losing his anger, mixed with fear.

Zhu Yao moved slightly, and the ceiling fan that had hit the ground, like a dart being thrown, was firmly embedded in the wall in front of the painter from behind.

Yu Nan didn't shout, but hugged Zhu Yao neatly.

Zhu Yao was already familiar with Yu Nan entangled her like an octopus from time to time, and even hugged her the moment Yu Nan jumped up, her eyes met each other speechlessly.

"That... the red vase is here again..." Zhu Yao glanced at the screen, reminding weakly.

Yu Nan buried her head in Zhu Yao's arms, her heartbeat accelerated crazily, not because of her heartbeat, but because her soul was about to fly away.

"I'm going to open the door," Zhu Yao reminded.

Yu Nan closed her eyes tightly, listening to Zhu Yao's voice broadcast.

"After a loud bang, I entered the room. The door slammed shut. There were three candlesticks around. I lit one, but it was quickly blown out by an invisible person. The surroundings were plunged into darkness. There was a knock on the door."

The ghost knocked on the door, four times steadily and forcefully.

"This time I lit all the candles and found a photo, which is a wedding photo of the artist and his wife. In the photo, the faces of both men and women have been crossed out."

The door began to shake violently, as if someone was trying to break in, but there was only the painter in the villa...

The dim room began to fade, and the knocking on the door gradually became quieter. Zhu Yao opened the door, but there was no one outside. There were trails of watercolors in the corridor, and there was an eye-catching red bottle.

"Hmm... the portrait of the man on the wall is distorted, the black fuel is fused to reveal the human skeleton, and a crutch is stuck in the eye socket of the skull portrait."

"Then the painter started to say that the house was great, but he had trouble walking up and down the stairs, and his wife had to carry him into the bedroom."

"In the next room I turned on a gramophone, and the picture faded as the music played, and a glass bottle rolled out in the carpet with something red in it..."

"The painter inserted the tube into the artery and sucked it with his mouth until the painter's mouth was filled with blood, then put the tube into the jar, and the blood flowed out continuously, vomit, and the stench of copper in his mouth made him sleepless all night peaceful."

Zhu Yao only felt sick, and vaguely heard Yu Nan whispering in her ear, "F*ck, scumbag."

Probably... using blood as paint.

Returning to the studio again, there was a note on the desk 'I can't stand you like this!You are very abnormal!Shaking and sweating all night!You've now locked yourself in the studio again!This stupid "tortured artist" behavior needs to stop! '

It seems that, like the piece of human skin, human blood is also the material for painting, and whenever the material is obtained, it will return to the studio to paint.

Zhu Yao walked in front of the canvas, and the trembling canvas changed, and black outlines appeared on the blood-red mass, as if drawing lines... The painting was partially completed again.

Zhu Yao can be sure that the purpose of this game is to achieve the ending through painting.

"How are you playing?" Lang Daoer suddenly appeared behind the two of them. Zhu Yao could feel Yu Nan's fright, but it was not obvious.

Lang Xi's hair was still dripping, and it was wet on the towel on his shoulders, and his clothes were changed into pajamas.

Yu Nan was weak: "It's okay."

Lang Xi glanced at the progress, then at the listless Yu Nan: "Have you played that part? I thought Yu Nan would get angry at the screen."

Yu Nan was really angry just now, Zhu Yao couldn't help but think about it, it seems that it has something to do with the past that Lang Xi and Yu Nan experienced together.

"Yeah, it's gone," Yu Nan said wearily.

Lang Xi sighed, put his hands on Yu Nan's stamina, and stroked it gently like stroking a cat, "Are you substituting for the painter's wife?"

"Um…"

"You guys are different..." Lang Xi chuckled, "I mean, Ms. Yu Nan won't be the one who gets slumped because of an injury."

Yu Nan turned her head away: "But I'm still very upset, even you always laugh at me, saying that my hands are disabled... that I can't..."

"Yu Nan," Lang Xi said seriously, "Your hand can't recover, this is an established reality."

Yu Nan's body trembled as if he had been slapped in the face.

"Miss Lang..." Zhu Yao interrupted Lang Xi, "Yu Nan..."

"Lang Xi is right." Yu Nan, who had been listless just now, put his hands in front of his head in pain, and his face was deformed by scratching.

"But...I'm not reconciled..."

Yu Nan's head lowered deeply, like a prisoner sentenced to death, like a patient who just learned that he was terminally ill.

She was desperate but calm. Desperation was like suffocating black water, suppressed in reason but always aching.

Zhu Yao has never seen such a desperate Yu Nan.

"Miss Zhu, I want to talk to Yu Nan alone..."

"Let her stay," Yu Nan didn't look up, but grabbed Zhu Yao's sleeve tightly, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

Lang Xi and Zhu Yao looked at each other and nodded.

The author has something to say:

I don't plan to write the game content in detail. It doesn't make any sense to describe the game like a retelling. It will not only spoil the game, but also cause the plot to be procrastinated and the article fragmented.

Later, I will speed up the pace and push the plot. Even if there are detailed descriptions of the game, it is probably Yu Nan’s own game. The real game is at most passed by. Thank you readers for enduring my rubbish writing until now.