Chapter 215 Mr. Lu, have you really found the right person?
Two days later, Magic City.
Pan Pipa stood at the entrance of an underground commercial street, his face ashen.
"Brother Cong! Don't you really want to consider eating something to fill your stomach? I just vomited all the milk tea..."
"Goodbye, time is short and the task is heavy!"
"Why should you feel bad about your milk tea? The last thing our company needs right now is milk tea!"
Liang Cong walked forward with a cup of milk tea in his hand, his expression focused.
"Stop talking nonsense, there are still three more!"
"There are only three themes left: a village, a schoolhouse, and an abandoned sanatorium."
"If you can hold on, I'll treat you to the most expensive Japanese food in the city tonight."
"What if I can't hold on?"
"Then...Japanese food can only be replaced with street fried rice."
Pan Pipa:???
Is this even human language?
"I don't want to eat any Japanese food either! Satisfaction with food is a trap of consumerism!"
"I just want to go home now!"
"Brother, calm down first!"
The sound of firecrackers was faint and seemed to be floating in the air.
"Can't we just take a break? I'm really scared!"
"What's there to be afraid of?"
Liang Cong grabbed him,
"We are here to do serious business."
"Horror experience research! Only by being there can you reproduce the scene! Do you understand what immersion is?"
Firecracker's legs trembled and he almost fell to the ground and kowtowed.
"Before you pull me, talk to me first!"
He never realized that Liang Cong's research on the various horror places in the Magic City was so in-depth.
What about escape rooms, script-killing, haunted houses... He knows all about them.
Moreover, especially that expectant look, it was as if he saw black silk!
This person was definitely a pearl covered in dust before!
It’s hidden too deeply!
"You don't understand."
Liang Cong's eyes lit up.
"Let me tell you, the secret room in the 'Soul-Breaking Night House' just now, although the story is a bit corny, that multi-door structure is quite interesting."
"Didn't you notice that the rooms are arranged in a circular manner?"
"Each door doesn't necessarily lead to the same area. One time I walked into what was supposed to be the kitchen, but you walked into the bathroom!"
"So, he must have set something up to confuse us!"
“This thing is so precious!”
"Our film 'Out of My Control' can definitely be used as a reference!"
Firecracker's face had turned from dusty grey to ashen blue.
"I'm not that thrilled!"
"The excitement is yours, I have nothing!"
“All I’m left with is elevated blood sugar!”
"Calm down..."
Liang Cong patted his shoulder.
"Your blood sugar is high because you drank too much milk tea!"
"You are such a person with too much empathy. Don't think too much!"
"Boss Lu has entrusted me with such an important project this time. I must do some thorough research!"
"Didn't I tell you? The goal of this game isn't to solve puzzles or clear levels, it's to experience the gameplay..."
firecracker:"……"
He shuddered.
"...Brother, please stop making up stories while walking."
"How about we...do something from the mortal realm next?"
"No, the next game is a hidden village themed escape room, and I've already made a reservation!"
"That one seems to be focusing on Feng Shui and horror, with mirrors, wells, old houses... lots of material."
“Who can refuse this?”
"Tell me, is it exciting or not?"
The firecracker's face is deformed.
"I'm not exciting. I want to go home."
"I never thought milk tea could become a demon in my life."
"Also, I never understood why you had to bring in a cup of milk tea before each topic started!"
Liang Cong blinked:
"I'm looking for inspiration for product placement. We've already decided on the name 'Out of Our Own Control', and we can't let the brand be unhappy!"
Firecracker: "...I am the one who cannot help myself."
"Besides, we're going back so late, aren't you afraid of walking at night?"
Liang Cong was serious.
"Why would we be afraid? Don't we have Mr. Lu to take care of us? No matter how dark the night is, we won't be afraid!"
Firecrackers puffed out their lips,
Wow, he’s worthy of being the one who made “Who Owes Whom”!
I still have a lot to learn from you about the ways of the world!
…
At ten o'clock in the evening, in a completely dark maze-like secret room in the Magic City.
Liang Cong's voice still echoed:
"Just bear with it for a while. After tonight, I'll have almost finished organizing my thoughts!"
Firecracker's answer was only one sentence:
"If I jump out of the window later, don't stop me."
Liang Cong grinned.
"Don't be afraid."
"Think about it."
"If everyone in the game is in your state in the future."
"This game is fine, isn't it?"
Soon, an hour later,
Pan Pipa sat on the bench, his face pale and his expression dull, holding a printed certificate in his hand that read "Complete the challenge, congratulations on passing the level."
He lowered his head to glance at the paper, then looked up at the cold sweat dripping from his shoes, and spoke softly:
"Did I clear the level..."
“But I feel like I’m already dead.”
"Come on, why do you have to challenge such a difficult level with only two of us? You're really tiring me out!"
Across from him, Liang Cong was excitedly flipping through his notebook.
"It's done! It's done!"
"I'm telling you, I've basically figured out the idea!"
"Let's go have a feast first!"
Liang Cong dragged Pan Pipa towards the mall.
During this period, he investigated no less than ten escape rooms and haunted houses.
There are nightclubs, real-scene ones, psychological testing ones, and mechanism-triggered ones.
And before entering each game, he would take a sip of milk tea.
It's not really about drinking for the sake of drinking, but trying to find a point of implantation in the horror scene in the act of "drinking milk tea".
Now, he has an idea!
Looking at the excited Liang Cong, Pan Pipa was speechless.
He huddled up in a ball, staring at the floor tiles with unfocused eyes, muttering:
"Mr. Lu... have you really found the right person..."
…
At noon the next day, Liang Cong was completely locked in his office.
As the project leader,
His office is very big and spacious!
But under his own arrangement, the atmosphere in the office is very special.
The curtains are drawn, blocking out the sunlight.
The lights were turned down to the lowest setting, leaving only the computer screen emitting a cold glow.
On the table, there was a thick stack of draft paper and a large cup of milk tea that was not finished in the morning.
Liang Cong muttered to himself while typing on the keyboard.
“The atmosphere of a horror game isn’t just about being scared.”
“It’s also about letting people know that something is wrong with this scene.”
"You walk up the stairs and count them and it's clearly eighteen, but when you get to the top, it says twenty-one."
"You open the door and see someone standing with their back to you, but the next second they turn around and find it's you."
"You look at your face in the mirror, and it's a little different."
"You thought you just forgot to take the prop, but in fact... that prop didn't appear in the mission record from beginning to end."
"That's enough."
“Horror, not just the sound effects!”
Liang Cong edited his own experience into the setting document according to his own ideas.
Corners—More Corners
[Stairs - endless climbing]
Mirror—Must be hidden
[Doors—must be placed randomly, making people doubt the sense of space]
[Candlestick - extinguishes, lights up, and shakes according to the plot, the core of atmosphere control]
[Lighting—Black, it must be black, but it must be a dim, hazy black.]
He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.
The experiences of these days have elevated his understanding of horror to a higher level.
As for the advertising placement requested by Mr. Lu,
He also had a very good idea, and the scenes and frequency of its appearance were absolutely rich!
He picked up the cup of milk tea that had long since gone cold and took a sip.
sweet.
It is too sweet.
It was totally incompatible with the game he wanted to play.
But that's what makes it interesting.
Liang Cong looked at his records and nodded slowly.
This survey has been preliminarily completed.
But the formal construction of "Out of Control" has just begun.
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