dramatic death

In horror games, the operation of changing time to reach different copies has basically become a basic skill that players must master.

Common operation methods include dismantling the clock, dismantling the watch, dismantling the computer, setting the hour hand, setting the minute hand, changing the system settings, and drawing a clock by yourself to make up the numbers. The gameplay is usually quite hardcore.However, this "time" is the same as "guessing the password" in the decryption game. The change must not only be true and effective, but also be well-founded. During this period of time, a major event happened in the "current scene", linking this major event with the current decryption scene, so as to achieve the purpose of "input time" = "transformation space".

After all, changing the time randomly will have no effect other than causing trouble, and if you fail, you may even give yourself a GG.

Yintong wiped the small umbrella that An Qi had just painted with his hand, but it couldn't be wiped off. It seems that it is no problem to draw with chalk, but it probably needs other tools to wipe it off.

Like a blackboard eraser or something.

He turned his head and glanced at the observation room across the way. Cheng Mingque was still inside, rummaging through boxes and boxes, looking for something.

Chen Yan didn't know where he went, he probably got into the back compartment.

The observation room looked only half the size of the dormitory, but it was actually a small suite separated by a side door.There are two huge glass windows installed in the outer room facing the hall on the first floor. On weekdays, the dormitory auntie sits on the table behind the window, staring at all the kids who come and go.

This is a place with a good view, it can be called the observation room of the rich and the watchtower of the poor. Standing behind the table in the window, you can have a panoramic view of the whole hall. If you change to a stronger glass, Yintong may Consider moving the dorms down from upstairs.

The observation room is divided into inner and outer layers, the outer layer is a general dormitory for rest and observation, and the inner layer is a storage room for stacking various sundries.Entering through the side door facing the observation window is a strange place. The corridor for only one person leads to the toilet and the warehouse. The overhead lighting is as yellow as strong tea overnight. If it was Xia Zexing who came in, he would probably be crying out of fright. Shout.

However, there was no fluctuation in Chen Yan's heart, and he even wished for something special to appear in the warehouse at the end.

——Such as screaming zombies and the like.

He circled the warehouse, choked back by cobwebs and dust.When you turn around and walk to the toilet at the other end, you don’t forget to take a rag, and you can wipe the dust in advance when you meet the doorknob you want to touch.

The toilet in the cubicle has the same decoration as the dormitory, with a uniform yellow-painted wooden door, which looks like some wood scraps are temporarily used to cover up the embarrassment.Chen Yan unscrewed the doorknob through the rag, looked down at the gray figure in the toilet, the dim light passed over his shoulder and fell into the cement-painted cubicle, curled up by the boy with his hands tied behind his back, He stared with a look of horror in his eyes.

His mouth was tightly gagged, his face was blue, and he looked as if he had been locked up for more than an hour.

"It's so pitiful," Chen Yan squatted down, stroking the boy's dry and wrinkled eyelids with his hands, "It's so pitiful, he was just abandoned like this."

He saw big tears rolling out of the boy's muddy pupils, his whole body was trembling, his slender neck was like a withered flower branch.He turned on the light in the toilet, allowing the boy to see the pale tiles and the cold concrete wall, then got up and took half a step back, closing the toilet door.

Small whimpers passed through the thin wooden door, as if an ignorant young animal was imprisoned inside.

Chen Yan looked around, looking beyond the mottled concrete wall to the warehouse at the other end of the corridor.He moved a few old cabinets and piled them together to block the wooden door. Looking at the messy sawdust, he was silent for a while, and suddenly felt a piercing pain in his thumb.

Through the dim yellow light, he saw several wooden thorns on the pad of his thumb.

Those were tiny, sharp wooden spines, like a cactus' childish revenge.

Chen Yan pulled out one, looked at the black spots left on his fingertips and was silent for a while, then raised his hand and moved down the old cabinets in front of the toilet.

Without the slightest hesitation, he jumped over the pile of sundries and opened the crudely made wooden door.Under the bright ceiling light in the toilet, he met the tearful gaze of the boy, turned on the faucet casually, took out the electric rod in his pocket amidst the roar of water, and smashed it directly into the boy's slender neck.

He heard the sound of small electric currents and the muffled sound of bones breaking.

To kill a powerless human being, sometimes it only takes a moment of determination.Chen Yan held the electric prod and touched the opponent's temple a few times, then stood up, and cleaned the small wooden thorns on the fingertips with the help of cold water from the faucet.

He picked up the rag that fell on the ground and wiped the electric prod, put the murder weapon he had just used back into his pocket, turned off the light in the toilet, and closed the creaking wooden door.

The numbness brought by blunt blows still tortured his right hand, and the realism is probably the only thing worthy of praise in this boring game.

To some extent, Chen Yan really didn't like Hakoniwa Online's almost rigid game routines.The GM who is responsible for designing the plot at the terminal is a little girl with no imagination, and no amount of realism can withstand the fatigue caused by hard-core reasoning.

He wants to encounter something new, such as fighting elements such as chasing and wandering monsters, or horror plots such as murderous curse pranks.He wants to change the direction of the game, or change the ending of the game.

This is not the first time he has entered the game.

Yintong still has amnesia, so he is basically not a threat to him.That kid Dong Tiantian has a high blood pressure, so it would be great if he could keep himself from OT without Wen Qiu, and it would be impossible to expect him to use his brain.Xia Zexing seemed to be a laggard, Cheng Mingque was still the same as before, and An Qi was an unstable factor in the small group. Until now, Chen Yan didn't understand what he wanted to do.

He thought that this guy had the same goal as him, but he didn't expect that An Qi really shut his mouth and pretended to be a novice, and let Yin Tong follow the plot quietly.

So what can you get in the end?Chen Yan looked at the dust on the floor and wanted to laugh a little, what's the point of BadEnding walking so many times.

He had had enough of this prison sentence.

"Brother Chen?"

Cheng Mingque's clear shout came from outside the cubicle, Chen Yan turned around, and saw a young boy in an orange coat poking his head at the door.He smiled and stretched out his hand, curled up like a kitten's paw, and beckoned, "Boss Yin is in a meeting, Brother Chen, come up first, we'll look for it later."

Chen Yan nodded, and casually pulled out a few alloy rods piled up in the corner. When he went out, he pulled out the copper key inserted in the door lock, rubbed his fingertips slightly, and threw his hand into the pile of sundries.

He closed the door behind his back, and heard the crisp "click" sound of the deadbolt rebounding.

He wanted to thank you for your heroic sacrifice, and hoped that your death would bring some change to the game.

……

Yin Tong clapped his hands, attracting the scattered crowd.

He took a bite of the chewing gum that Dong Tiantian found out from the canteen, and once again sighed that the 70% degree of realism is not an exaggeration.Then he knocked on the blackboard behind him, from the messy dormitory list on the left to the obvious countdown on the right.

"That's all there is to it."

Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes: "It's not as much information as I found in the canteen."

Dong Tiantian beckoned Xia Zexing to divide the pile of things in his arms, and while biting the potato chips in his hand, he muttered and explained: "Our school has a special case, we buy goods every Wednesday and Friday, so the price of this batch Time is basically new, especially the dairy in the freezer."

Yin Tong turned over the milk bag in his hand and found a line of production date at the end.

"November 11," he said, "assuming that the milk delivery day falls on Friday, and last Friday to this Wednesday lasted for 13 days, today's date will definitely not exceed November 5."

Dong Tiantian shrugged his shoulders: "So 'today' we either just finished the small meeting, or we haven't had time to hold the small meeting yet."

Xia Zexing: "'Xiaohui'?"

Cheng Mingque raised the list in his hand: "The last good brother who carried a large backpack to the school hospital was the dormitory that registered and left at noon on November 11th. According to the hospitalization frequency of our school, today is no later than the 15th. There is still about a day left before we leave Xiaohui."

Xia Zexing: "Wait, 'Xiaohui'? What 'Xiaohui'?"

"A small club meeting," Cheng Mingque seemed to have finally noticed Xia Zexing's blankness, and picked out a few key words to explain, "Although there is no evidence to prove it at this stage, this game is similar to what we experienced in school. It's related, but I don't know why, I always have an ominous premonition."

Yin Tong smiled, as if approving Cheng Mingque's words from the side: "You are a good flag."

Dong Tiantian looked at the two chatting with each other, and vaguely remembered that when he was still on the fourth floor in the morning, Yin Tong said that he was forcibly teleported into the main plot after failing to pass the novice teaching.So this person probably knows what happened in the main storyline, but they just don't say it, and let them guess here.Cheng Mingque's premonition is probably correct. The future main plot is indeed related to their small meeting. What did they discuss in that meeting?

Dong Tiantian tried hard to search the inventory in his mind, trying to find out what happened on November 11 three years ago.He vaguely remembered that this meeting decided a very important matter, but he didn't know why, and he couldn't remember it.

He frowned and looked at Yintong, but accidentally scanned the time on the blackboard.

12:43

It's a fairly familiar time.

Dong Tiantian frowned subconsciously, and Cheng Mingque interrupted his thoughts before he remembered the source that made him feel familiar.

The little sparrow stroked his chin and put on the same pose as him, frowned as if thinking about some major life event, he said: "No, it stands to reason that all the students will be out of class this time, according to the rules of this game, this meeting in the dormitory Shouldn't the lobby be overcrowded?"

Yin Tong laughed: "Why, do you still want to see NPCs all over the floor, preferably floating translucent ones?"

"Boss Yin, don't wrong me, I just feel something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Chen Yan interrupted him, "It's normal for some people not to go back to the dormitory at noon, and there are not a few people who go to the library to stay after dinner. Generally, everyone comes back at night, 18:45 At [-], go back to the dormitory to put a bag first, and then decide on your own night activities.”

Chen Yan's words stopped abruptly in the middle, he turned his gaze to look at Yin Tong's eyes, and sure enough he found himself in those black pupils.He didn't know what An Qi wanted to do, and how far this person could stand by, but this didn't stop him from continuing his actions.

It doesn't prevent him from trying slowly, trying out the opponent's bottom line little by little.

He pursed his lips and smiled, his gaze followed Yin Tong's eyes to the chalk in his hand.

He said, "Would you like Yintong to try it? Change the time and see what happens."

The author has something to say

Congratulations to Brother Chen for killing the future little boss in advance with the strategy

Although I have been emphasizing that this is a game, but when the protagonist group fights monsters, it is really difficult to treat the opposite person as a game NPC.There is basically no difference between the 70% degree of reality and the real state. The pain is basically the level of slapping you and blowing you twice.

So death in the game is to some extent equivalent to death in reality.

So in this case, can you still kill the so-called "player" or "NPC" without hesitation?How do you know the "NPC" must be fictional and not played by the player?

This game is not just a game, refer to the words on Dong Tiantian's reminder card.

Players, please "choose carefully".