dramatic death

The moment An Qi's voice fell, Yin Tong only felt a layer of cold sweat on his back.He looked at the mild-faced young man in the dim yellow halo, watched the other party's eyelids tremble slightly, and his eyes moved slightly, those smoky gray eyes met his gaze silently, and then the owner of the eyes slightly curved his lips. , showing a sweet smile.

The bloody handprints on his face stopped acting as a demon from the moment he told the story, and the last trace of blood was rubbing against his lips, reflecting a bit of strange coquettishness in the vague warm light.He was smiling, his brows and eyes were gentle and his eyes were clear, Yin Tong looked into his eyes and could hardly sort out his thoughts, his mind went blank and he wanted to run away immediately.

He shook his head unconsciously, and even shrank his hand on the armrest.However, the young man who was holding him imprisoned his fingers domineeringly, causing a red mark on the back of his hand, as if trying to trap his soul and bones firmly in place.

He said, "Tongtong, it's your turn."

Yin Tong looked at the flashlight in his hand, almost suffocating from the cold sweat.

He thought he had figured out the whole story - this small meeting in the name of "testing courage" was a memory killing, where the undead and the executioner gathered together to expose each other's ugly crimes.This kind of setting is quite common in horror games. It can basically be classified as death-killing games such as pen fairy, summoning souls, and four-corner games. Most of them have the ultimate goal of saving resentful souls. The whole night.

But now An Qi told him that you were wrong.

The stories told by the NPCs here are really just stories. No one died and no one made mistakes. The current point of time is still at a time when nothing happened.

What do you mean?

He looked into An Qi's eyes and asked silently.

What the hell is that story you told?

Yin Tong vaguely felt that there was no problem with An Qi's story.Whether it was the first time he entered the mainline dungeon by mistake, or the game plot he accidentally entered this time, the game mechanism of Hakoniwa Online is explained to the players in as much detail as possible through the mouths of Tong Shuyao and Wen Qiu. The story background of the entire copy.

【There is a new transfer student in the school. She doesn't look quite right. The classmates have started violence against her. We need to hold a meeting to discuss this matter. 】

This background coincides with An Qi's narration time, but if his story is correct, then this meeting, this so-called game of courage, presents a great paradox.

Why do other people starting from Dong Tiantian tell stories that happened in the "future" after "today"?

If the timeline has been stuck in "today", why would they know everything that happened in the "future"?

Are these "futures" real?Is their "story" really just "confession"?

If there are really "ghosts" in this story, what do the "ghosts" really want?

What is the purpose of this meeting?

Yin Tong watched his fingers stretch out uncontrollably, and tremblingly held the flashlight that An Qi handed over.He heard the other party's voice gentle and soft, like a cup of milk that was just right.

"Don't be afraid," An Qi clenched his hand, the strength of his cold fingers was completely different from the voice, "you just need to tell a ghost story."

But what is a ghost story?

Yin Tong looked at the flashlight in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the game control panel floating in mid-air. The progress bar of the dungeon had stopped at 90%. As long as the story was told correctly, he could reach the end.

So he licked his lips and squeezed out a dry sentence.

"I don't know what to say."

……

From the moment I sat in this activity room, I couldn't stop the trembling all over my body.I can't tell what I'm afraid of, the cold air, the red sunset, or something that exists but I can't see clearly, they float around me like fragile spider webs layer upon layer It sticks to my skin tightly, clogging my pores and choking my breathing.

I opened my mouth and couldn't make any sound.

I saw the door of the activity room being pushed open, and the friends came in in twos and threes, laughing and laughing.They sat down at the conference table and greeted me casually. Their clear eyebrows and eyes were as vivid as real people, not some deliberately stored three-dimensional images.

Yes, stereoscopic images.

Thanks to the ever-changing technology of modern technology, I got a chance to reunite with my old friends on this winter night.I can't remember how long I haven't seen them. My memory of them is still in the carefree youth, without bullying and oppression, without intrigue and intrigue, in the most wanton and joyful time of life , we would hide in this tiny conference room with only one flashlight on and tell stories that would make each other howl.

I love those stories, and I love the people who tell them.

I've always wanted to see them again.

Like now, sit with them, chat for a while, play a game, or say some irrelevant gossip.

Even if I know that these are all fake and illusions caused by stereoscopic images, I am already content.

I love this illusion.

……

"I also want to be with them to welcome tomorrow's sunrise."

The moment the voice fell, Yin Tong felt that he was hit by something.

The sound of glass shattering sounded at a very close distance, and the humid air poured into his turbid consciousness, and the acid water surging in his stomach lost control, squeezing his tongue and rushing directly into the pool.He staggered for a moment and almost put his head down, his whole body was like a rag that had just been pulled out of the washing machine, the world was spinning in his vision, and even his empty stomach seemed to be twisted into a ball.

Panting heavily, he leaned on the edge of the washbasin, watching the roaring water jet splashing in the pool.Wen Qiu's voice seemed to come from his vague consciousness. He heard someone knock on the door and asked through the door.

"Yintong, what's wrong with you?"

The extremely strong shock has not yet released his remaining consciousness, Yin Tong supported the sink and tried his best to calm his chaotic breathing, and after a long while he stumbled out a sentence: "It's okay."

"I'm fine," he replied unconsciously amidst his racing heartbeat, "it just slipped."

The sound disappeared outside the door, and only the roar of water hitting the pipes remained in the empty bathroom.Yin Tong washed his face with the cold water splashed in the pool, and looked up at the chopped mirror in front of him. Undoubtedly, he had been forced to read the file once.

What's the problem?

He reached out and stroked the tiny glass shards on the mirror, trying to calm himself down.

Am I telling the wrong story?

It is true that the stories he told were not mixed with any frightening factors, but none of the connections between the past and the future were left behind.His story not only mentions the reason for the meeting, but also connects the plots told by everyone here. By the way, he combines the "story" with reality, emphasizing that what is happening at this moment is just an illusion caused by virtual images, and this illusion, It is exactly what "I" as the "protagonist" wants to see.

Why would "I" want to see this hallucination?

Because "I" can't meet these "friends" in the real world.

This explanation can be two-way, either "I" did not fulfill my wish and painted the earth as a prison, and became an earth-bound spirit after death;Anyway, one of the two sides will die, so there are "ghosts" in the story.

"Ghost stories" want "ghosts", and if there are "ghosts", it cannot be counted as a foul by Yin Tong.But obviously the dungeon judged that he failed to meet the clearance conditions, not only did not give him a reminder, but also sent him back to think about life, made it clear that he was unwilling to accept his "not scary" ghost story, and hoped that he would think carefully and do it again.

Yin Tong looked at the big black rabbit in the mirror in front of him, glanced at the safety ax in the opponent's hand, stood up straight, and straightened the messy neckline.

If you can't figure it out, do it again.

While opening the toilet door, he walked towards Wen Qiu.

In the current stage of **G suspense decryption games, saving files on time and reading files rationally has always been an essential skill for players.As long as the HP has not completely returned to zero, the player can make countless attempts. As long as Hakoniwa Online is a game with rules, the key to clear the level will definitely be found in this dungeon.

It's just that the key may be hidden deeper than Yintong imagined.

After going back to the toilet for the second time, he plunged his head into the sink.

The roaring cold water washed over Yin Tong's hair, and the cold liquid poured down into his nostrils, and the misty mirror surface shattered all over the glass, some even fell into his collar.

He was so cold that his whole body was shivering, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold water or cold sweat all over his body. The insufficient blood supply caused by hunger was always squeezing the remaining oxygen in his body, and his cloudy brain could hardly think about anything, as if turning slightly Just one blow would make him vomit until he was dizzy.

Yintong sat on the ground holding the sink, holding his head and looking at the floor tiles under his feet in a daze. The debuff of [Hunger State] has already reduced his HP to 45, which is directly reflected in his body, which is almost a mental state with a high fever of 40.His thinking is muddy, his consciousness is fuzzy, his subjective emotions can't even be organically combined with his actions, and he can't even stand up when he's sitting on the ground.

He felt that he was in a daze for at least 10 minutes, maybe longer, and he couldn't even remember what he was thinking before he was in a daze.

This is not a good sign.

He looked beyond the criss-crossed floor tiles to the broken glass scattered all over the floor.

This is not a good sign.

He murmured unconsciously, leaning on the countertop of the sink to prop himself up from the ground.The nausea brought about by the dizziness tortured his empty stomach, squeezing the pitiful acidic water in his stomach, blurring the world in front of his eyes, like a silent film with countless layers of masks .

Yin Tong retched for a while by the pool, grabbed a piece of crystal glass in his field of vision and stood up, he felt that he needed to do something, before his brain crashed completely, this was probably his last chance to clear the level .

He can read the file countless times, but his HP will not be restored by reading the file.

So before his life (HP) runs out, he has to find a solution.