Chapter 7 "Father and Son" Help
“Snap!”
Followed by the clear sound of a light being turned off.
The bright colors of the manor corridor were swallowed up by the blackness, and there was a "crackling" sound of sparks, making it difficult to tell whether it was a fire or an electrical leak.
Li Hang, Zhang Fang and others gathered in a room.
Having survived at least three rounds of this game, they knew that if they told this story at night, it would most likely come true and become an offensive hallucination.
So they prepared early, gathered together, and planned to spend the night together with the strength of numbers.
But the space in the house was limited, and it was impossible for everyone to stay in the same room, so except for Zhu Ci and Xu An, they were divided into three men and three women, and stayed in two rooms so that they could take care of each other.
In a blink of an eye, the pointer pointed to eleven o'clock, and it was time to turn off the lights.
Li Hang held his breath. They stood behind the door of the room and felt that the night was exceptionally quiet, so quiet that it was scary.
Before eleven o'clock, they carefully analyzed the story told by Mo Anan.
The son got a good score in the exam and went back to win his father's approval. His father agreed to his request and took him to eat good food and have fun.
This story is very logical and common sense, but it is too simple.
There are no extra restrictions.
Zhang Fang waited behind the door for a while. He scanned every corner of the room and found nothing unusual. He said, "I guess there is no danger. After all, it is the first night, and the housekeeper said it is best not to go out after 11 o'clock."
Perhaps you can avoid danger by not going out.
They all thought so before. In this manor, the housekeeper's words should be trusted, and they should be wary of the young master.
However, when the lights went out and they were trapped behind a door, their heartbeats became more intense and they no longer felt sleepy.
There was a shadow hanging over them, making them feel that this place was dangerous.
The young man with the earrings suddenly shook his head: "No, I feel like there's something wrong."
Li Hang frowned. He also felt that something was wrong, but what was it?
I want to run away and leave this place immediately.
Li Hang didn't want to overturn his previous assumption. As an experienced old man, he thought of a solution, which was... to open the live broadcast room to check the audience's reaction.
Not everyone is qualified to open the live broadcast room. The system needs to determine whether you are worthy of entertainment consumption.
Generally speaking, the first game of a new player will be broadcast live, because in this game, the new players who are like headless flies and easily trigger death conditions are the most worth watching.
The so-called viewing area ranking is related to your death index.
The more tragic the death, the higher the ranking.
Li Hang knew that there were not many people in his live broadcast room, but he still hoped to find some clues from them.
When he opened the live broadcast room, he accidentally captured some strange remarks.
[“Ah, it’s getting smaller.”
"The anchor is so dumb."
“We haven’t even figured out the source.”
"Just stay here."】
…
Smaller? What's smaller?
Li Hang's face turned pale instantly. He looked down at his body and it seemed that there was no change, but...
“Tick, tick, tick…”
The sound of a cane tapping was heard.
The sound spread along the wooden boards, the ground, and the door. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the sound came from inside the door or outside the door.
"How can a good child stay up in the middle of the night?"
No one spoke, and all three of them kept their mouths shut.
"Swish, swish." The noisy sound of wallpaper rustling rang out at an inopportune time.
Li Hang took a deep breath and didn't dare to answer. Zhang Fang swallowed.
No, this sound is like tearing paper. There is clearly a solid wooden door between them and the outside.
In the dark room, they couldn't see the specific layout of the room, but the fine and dense tearing sounds seemed to be pulling at their hearts.
"Dong...Dong..." the young man with earrings suddenly said tremblingly.
Only then did Li Hang notice that the crutch had actually poked a hole in the wooden door in front of him.
Wasn't it the sound of tearing paper inside the door, but the sound on the door? Then why did it resonate with their heartbeats?
“Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle…”
The hole grew bigger and bigger, and became pitch black, just like the corner in my childhood that was filled with spider webs and where no sunlight could penetrate.
The crutches were pulled out, and they looked at the door, encountering a terrifying face. Like the growth rings of a century-old tree, there were layers of bark surrounding the deep eye sockets, and the place in the middle where the eyeball should be was empty and pitch black.
This is another deep hole.
Suddenly, the dark eye sockets twisted and bent into a mocking shape.
"There are so many beautiful and fresh children. Dad likes them the most."
…
"Bang!" Zhang Fang punched the door, punching the ugly face straight out, then he violently opened the door and rushed out.
"No!" Li Hang shouted at him, but it was too late.
Li Hang wanted to reach out and close the door, but he looked in surprise at the door handle that had already reached his head.
Yes, he got shorter and smaller.
"Crack, crack..." There was a sound like something gnawing at the door panel.
…
Mo Anan lay on the bed, repeatedly reminding the two people beside him: "Don't open the door."
The long-haired woman and a woman in black long-sleeved shirt next to her nodded.
What the butler said should be credible. Judging from the fact that the giant baby in the manor attacked the butler without mercy before, he and the young master did not have a good relationship, so there was no need to trick them over such a small matter.
But does staying indoors all the time really help?
Mo Anan said: "If I tell the story like this tonight and nothing happens to anyone tomorrow, then we will continue to tell it like this."
The content of the storybook was very strange. It was only a single piece of paper, but they were asked to tell it over five days, and they had to read it exactly as it was written without any mistakes. This was simply a test of the players' storytelling ability.
If the story continues, how many directions can it take?
“Crack, crack, crack…”
A strange noise was heard outside the room.
Several people immediately became alert.
"What did you say that sound was?" asked the long-haired woman.
The woman in black shook her head: "Like a mouse gnawing on wood."
"What's that sound? I feel so sleepy." Mo Anan's vision began to blur.
"Sleepy? You..." The woman in black wanted to say something, but was stopped by the woman with long hair.
"She was supposed to be the storyteller today. Who knows what will happen tonight?" said the long-haired woman.
After she said this, the woman in black hesitated.
What they fear the most is a teammate turning into a ghost. Being stabbed without any preparation would make one die with regret.
Changes in the room happened very quickly.
Mo Anan raised her head, but did not see any terrible scene, she vaguely saw a figure.
This person had a very broad hand, which gently stroked her forehead. She seemed to be back to the day when she was sick as a child.
"An An, have a good rest."
What about my brother? She wondered absentmindedly.
"Brother will come to see you soon."
…
With Mo Anan as the center, the colors of this room have all faded and the walls have peeled off, as if to turn this place into a single-layered painting, framing everyone in the black and white portrait.
…
The long-haired women looked at the scene in shock, and they subconsciously turned around and tried to open the door.
"You can't open it!" The woman in black stopped her.
"Why aren't you running away? Are you a fool? You don't want to live, but I do!" The long-haired woman ignored her obstruction, pushed open the door with a grim look on her face and rushed out.
The woman in black immediately closed the door, looked at Mo An'an in the center, then looked at the door behind her, her heart beating violently.
There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.
The black and white room was filled with a constant "slassla" sound, which seemed to be the most vicious curse on the players. The wallpaper was constantly torn by invisible hands, and this small space seemed to be about to collapse at any time.
The woman in black thought that maybe they guessed wrong this time. Several people in one room was much more dangerous than one person in one room.
She sat on the ground with her knees curled up, cold sweat soaking her forehead. The person on the bed brought her many dark fantasies.
Will Mo Anan turn into a murderous demon and cut her neck with a sharp knife when she opens her eyes again?
Humans have a natural fear of confined spaces and become suspicious of their own kind.
The space outside is certainly more dangerous, but it is very large.
The woman in black swallowed her saliva, but before all the wall coverings were peeled off, she couldn't help but open the door, turned around and rushed out, locking everything in the room.
She naturally missed the world after the black and white, which was smaller and more cramped but also more real.
Just after the woman in black turned around and left, there was quite a bit of commotion in the live broadcast room.
There was a person who went into the live broadcast rooms of all the players in this game. In order to attract the players' attention, he even offered a gift worth 1,000 points just to let the anchor take a look at his request.
[Player Mo Yangbing rewarded a dream villa and left a message: Go to 207 to save Mo Anan, I owe you a favor. ]
As soon as this broadcast came out, the live broadcast room went crazy.
[“Mo Yangbing? Is this the boss of the Dusk Guild?”
"Oh my God, is Mo An'an his sister?"
"He's a man who dotes on his sister. Why didn't anyone bring his sister along to the dungeon this time?"
"Oh my god, anchor, go and save him. If you succeed, you will be rich!"]
[Number of viewers of your live broadcast room: 8000]
【You are ranked in the top 100 in the appearance area and have obtained the achievement: Natural Beauty. 】
【Tip: Please interact with the audience to increase your popularity. 】
…
It was the first time that I heard such a clear reward sound and an announcement was also included.
Zhuci opened the live broadcast room again.
In the live broadcast room, a golden name stayed on the screen.
Mo Yangbing.