dramatic death

The water droplets traveled half a circle around the nozzle and splashed on the tiles, making a slight "tick" sound.

Yin Tong stood barefoot in the bathroom.

He remembered that he was still standing on the commercial street of Central City at the last moment, the red sunset covered every floor tile, and the biting cold wind climbed up to the ankles of pedestrians, making the shadows of pedestrians passing by dark and narrow.

He stood in the middle of the road, looking at the window of the dessert house not far away.

Christie is like a torn portrait oil painting, her petite face is cracked from the bullet hole, revealing the pale human body under the virtual image.There was no hair or skin on it, and the cloudy eyes rolled upwards, squirming and turning to the direction where Yin Tong was standing.

It was like catching his figure.

The fine sand of light peeled off from the cracked part of Christie's face, and the glowing red stream of data surged, like many tiny and sticky maggots, greedily devouring the nourishment of the body.They squirmed, desperately trying to fill the gaps in Christie's face, but the places where the bullets had penetrated had lost the ability to connect to the signal, so that their efforts were disgusting and funny.

Yin Tong staggered back half a step, the obscure sunset was like sticky plasma, imprisoning his feet, trapping him firmly in place.

Just at that moment.

The stumbling pedestrians all turned their heads.

It was an extremely strange scene, monsters that were too rotten enough to be called "human beings" broke their heads, and locked Yintong's figure with cloudy eyes.Their filthy faces were covered with blackened blood clots, and a deep gully was split below the face, and the stinky black blood was still sticking between the exposed teeth.

Yintong stood in the bathroom, slowly mobilizing his muddy thoughts.

He was thinking how did I get here?What happened before I opened my eyes?

He thought of Christie's laughter, of the overwhelming gore, of those hideous zombie-like monsters staggering and grabbing his hands and feet, making hoarse sounds from their throats.

He remembered.

He was bitten to death.

He was bitten to death bite by bite by those swarming "pedestrians" in the filthy dusk.

Yin Tong stood in the wet bathroom, lowered his head, watching the slender water flow into the narrow gap of the leak.

His hair was still dripping, his body was so cold that he lost consciousness, hunger and dizziness simultaneously squeezed his empty stomach, forcing him to stagger towards the sink a few steps away.

He heard his own violent vomiting, and his stomach tightened, as if a hand was pressing his tongue, reaching into his throat, digging out the remaining juice in his stomach bit by bit.

With his remaining consciousness, Yin Tong wiped the switch of the faucet, and the clear water roared out of the pipe, washing away all the vomit in the pool.

He gasped for breath, trying to suppress his aching stomach.The bathroom where he was the only one was quiet and deserted, the sound of roaring water gradually faded away, leaving only slight water droplets.

"Tick tock. Tick tock."

Yintong suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He felt another line of sight in this empty bathroom, the other party quietly watching his ugly appearance, as if standing not far from him.

He raised his head abruptly, and in the misty mirror, something seemed to appear at the end of the white field of vision.

It swayed its bloated body and staggered towards Yintong. Its dark figure was strangely clumsy, yet inexplicably familiar.

--rabbit?

Yin Tong couldn't help but reach out to wipe away the mist on the mirror, but in vain, he still couldn't see the scene on the other side of the mirror.

There seems to exist another world, and in that world, a rabbit stumbling upright is holding a small fire axe.

It is like a dark ghost, gradually flashing across the mirror at an incredible speed.

Yin Tong didn't have time to react, he couldn't even take half a step back, he could only watch helplessly as the other party suddenly appeared in front of the mirror, raised his hand and raised the pitch-black axe.

--That's too late.

In a very close distance, Yin Tong raised his head and watched the rabbit's ax strike his head.

……

"Crack."

"Crack."

Tiny spider webs gradually cracked on the smooth mirror surface, Yin Tong seemed to have finally regained his consciousness, staggered back a few steps, his back pressed against the wet brick wall.

He was gasping for breath, his hands and feet were still trembling slightly, the rabbit in his vision stopped the destruction as if he had completed a task, and tried hard to turn the fire ax to pull it out from the crack in the glass.

Yin Tong watched it hang down its clumsy arms, and stood quietly opposite the mirror.

It's like a weird hanging painting.

He hesitated for a while, then walked slowly back to the sink.

Except for the rabbit wrapped in black mist in front of him, everything is the same as it was a few minutes ago.The smooth mirror surface is cold and damp, and when you slide it over with your fingertips, you can wipe away a shallow water mark.

— as if covered in fog.

Yin Tong took a deep breath to ease his fast heartbeat.

Stories mixed with dark fairy tales are not uncommon in daily life. At least in horror games after the new era, zombies and ghost dolls have become quite common themes.From the Grimm's fairy tales to Andersen's fairy tales, the stories that can be black have been hacked by the creators. The happy ending that people have heard many times has been changed in ten cases. The exchange of positions between the villain and the protagonist is common in this kind of work. side dish.

So it shouldn't be a surprise to encounter a rabbit with only an ax in a horror game?

Yintong put down the toilet lid and sat on it with his head bowed.

He thought, no wonder.

Facts have proved that Boss Yin's psychological quality is not strong. Even though he has experienced nearly three years of hallucinations and was just eaten up by zombies before entering the game, he still stopped breathing in shock the moment the rabbit swung the axe.

Yin Tong sat on the toilet for a long time, staring at his round toes for nearly 3 minutes, and then blushed belatedly, looking left and right to find clothes.

Fortunately, although this bathroom is strange, the pajamas are still hung behind the door.He put on the thin summer pajamas, and picked up the white card that he dropped on the ground before.

I don't know what material this white card is made of. After being soaked in water for several rounds, it is still clean and flat. He turned the card over to reveal the side with words. The previous welcome words were gone, replaced by a row of horizontal and vertical black letters. Character.

"tips1: The mirror can give you another chance."

Again?

Yintong glanced at the black shadow in the mirror, he thought that if the current situation is consistent with the Hakoniwa Online that Christie spoke for, then this sentence can be simply understood as "archive" - ​​that is, the legendary "save the current time" point, after the game fails (death) in the future, you can read the record at this point in time, and return to this point in time to continue the game.”

Simple games don't need archives, and games that can be archived are not simple.According to Christie's original playthrough, Hakoniwa Online, an inexplicably reviewed and restricted-rated game, is an action decryption horror game that supports online multiplayer, "you have to fight monsters and use your brain."

It has the "scary" elements that horror games should have, and also includes the "brain burning" of decryption games and the "sports" of action games, so according to the urine nature of general games, when the protagonist wakes up from a closed room , the first thing he has to do is to find a way to get out of here.

The first condition to leave: gather intelligence.

Yin Tong looked around.

This bathroom was about the same size as his one in Central City, clean and tidy, brightly lit, and equipped with a small fully automatic washing machine in addition to the proper water heater, toilet and sink.

He lifted the lid of the washing machine and took a look. It was very good, and it was so clean that he could see to the bottom.

Next to the washing machine was an equally empty hamper with nothing in it but a baseball bat.Yintong picked up the baseball bat that was incompatible with the current scene and looked at it for a while, then swung it hard twice, feeling that it was not light in the hand, and with the strength of an adult male, he swung it out and probably hit a gap.

After all, baseball bats aren't usually used to hit baseballs in horror games.

As a "human weapon" that is almost comparable to the "Holy Sword of Physics" crowbar, the baseball bat has an unusual status in the game.In order to establish the poor living environment of the protagonist, traditional horror games usually put him on an irreversible trip, and damage his mobile phone/landline/tyres during the trip, or simply block the mountains with heavy snow/rain.

The protagonist can't run away, and he can't squat in the snow/rain to let nature confiscate his soul, so he will naturally enter the most critical place in the game copy, a hospital/village/school/villa that looks obviously abnormal .

What's more, in the setting, the protagonist will directly go to the mysterious uninhabited island, give up reason and try to die.

However, the protagonist cannot be killed at the beginning of Chapter 1. In order to improve the playability of the game, game producers usually equip the protagonist with the most basic life-saving weapons at the beginning.

This weapon can't bomb the entire map as soon as it comes up (such as an atomic bomb), it can't kill the user's head inadvertently (such as a grenade), and it can't shake the sky and kill the Quartet (such as some kind of super-epoch-making high-end weapon). It can ensure that the protagonist advances desperately, upgrades while advancing, is abused while upgrading, and comes to an end while being abused.

This weapon must be able to fight, but also easy to use, common, and close to the people.

And so the (uncommon) holy sword of physics, the crowbar, was born.

However, since crowbars are not suitable for all era backgrounds, people have developed baseball bats, mop sticks and other "weapons" that are very suitable for daily life in the game.

Yin Tong shook the baseball bat in his hand, his eyes crossed the cold ground, and stayed on the closed bathroom door.

It was pitch black outside the translucent bathroom door, and a small shadow was quietly reflected on the door panel.