136 Massacre 2 || Disappearing Teammates
In previous games, as long as the number of people was complete, the world would not remain stagnant. Players would either have to find relevant content themselves, or NPCs would come to guide them.
The dark clouds in the sky were gathering thicker and thicker, and it looked like rain was about to fall. This was clearly a sign that the game had begun, and it also meant that Yan Shuang needed to take the initiative to enter the sanatorium.
But what about everyone else?
Where did you go?
Yan Shuang's instinctive reaction when he came in was to observe the surrounding environment first. At this time, he lowered his head and found that there was an old film camera hanging around his neck. Then he hurriedly checked his body. In addition to the mobile phone he had before entering the door, there was also a flashlight.
He opened his camera and casually snapped a picture of the sanatorium's gate. When he checked the image, he realized it was a black-and-white shot. The gate appeared particularly solemn, its absence of color accentuating its history and age. He carefully checked the camera and saw that the battery was fully charged.
Yan Shuang put away the camera and looked at the phone again. Except for the most basic function of making calls, all other functions were restricted.
Flashlights, cameras, and mobile phones must play a vital role in this game. He thought for a moment, and took out a mint candy given by the supermarket yesterday from his other pocket. He put it in his mouth, and the cool taste rushed into his mouth.
A light rain began to fall from the sky, and dense raindrops fell on the ground, were absorbed by the earth, and disappeared.
Yan Shuang pushed open the iron gate, walked into the sanatorium.
The rain was getting heavier outside, and it was silent inside.
The row of rectangular ceiling lights overhead flickered on reluctantly, casting a greasy glow on the beige vinyl floor. On the corridor walls, the cheaply printed slogans bulged in patches due to the aging of the paint.
Yan Shuang walked around and found that there was no one inside, not even a fly or a mouse.
He returned to the hall and sat in a chair, thinking. After all, this situation was so abnormal that he wondered what everyone else was doing. All the game screens were the same before they entered the game, so it was impossible for them to enter different games, and even more impossible for them not to have entered. The only possibility left was that they had all entered, but were separated by some force, resulting in this invisible situation.
Yan Shuang's heart sank, and she felt that this game was becoming increasingly difficult.
No one else was too worried, except Ye Jing'an. He would definitely be anxious when he found out that his other companions disappeared after he entered the game.
This game completely subverts the traditional game rules. It has neither NPCs nor plots. It even makes people completely confused. They don’t know what to do next, and they can’t predict what will happen after nightfall.
The name of the game is Massacre, but there are none of the bloody scenes that were expected. Instead, it is eerily quiet.
After thinking for a moment, he decided to start with the only three items in the game to see if he could find some clues or hints.
Yan Shuang took the camera off her body and examined it carefully. The camera looked very ordinary, nothing special. There was only one photo of the gate in it, and the photo had not changed at all.
However, he knew that since the game provided players with a camera, it certainly wasn't just for taking pictures. The camera must have some important function that hadn't been discovered yet.
A shrill ringing sound suddenly rang out. This sharp noise lasted for about two or three seconds, and then, without any transition, it turned into the music of "Für Alice". That familiar, even a little cheap electronic sound was now played through the radio, with a distorted rustling sound.
Yan Shuang ignored him, picked up the camera and looked at every corner of the hall through the viewfinder.
Because of the rain, the light in the house became increasingly gloomy, and the scene in the viewfinder also became much darker, with a serious grainy feeling.
Yan Shuang didn't put down the camera until the music ended. It was not because he lost patience to watch because there was no change, but because he found that the battery of the camera was running low, and there was nothing to charge it.
There is no need to waste the remaining electricity here.
It was already half past seven. Yan Shuang looked at the empty building with his arms folded. Suddenly, he thought of something. He didn't feel hungry at all, which meant that he didn't need to eat in this game.
He changed his position in the chair, listening to the sound of rain outside. For the first time, he felt a little bored in a horror game.
There was no more chatter from Ye Jing'an, no one was discussing issues, and I didn't know what Jing Ning was doing at the moment.
Because of the game, they couldn't see each other. What if he made a mark on the wall?
Can other players who pass by here see the mark?
Deciding to do it once and for all, he looked towards the front desk, then stood up, took out a nail from the drawer, and walked to the wall.
What should I draw?
It is definitely not possible to write directly, the game will erase it or block it directly, otherwise there is no point in separating them.
The logo needs to be eye-catching enough and easy for them to understand its meaning as soon as they see it.
Yan Shuang hesitated for a moment, then finally drew five stick figures on the wall. One of them had an electrocardiogram model on its wrist, and the other four had question marks underneath. He believed that if Jing Ning saw it, he would understand and add his own symbols.
After finishing these things, Yan Shuang looked around. Looking at this unfamiliar environment, a sense of loneliness surged in his heart. He randomly selected a room, then gently opened the door and walked in.
After entering the room, Yan Shuang closed the door and locked it. He slowly walked to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared at the dark night sky outside the window.
Time passed minute by minute, and the night grew deeper and deeper, but Yan Shuang had no desire to sleep at all.
He checked the photo again, and it was still eerily normal.
The more normal it is, the more chilling it makes my spine feel.
Yan Shuang lay back down on the bed, her mind constantly speculating on how to use these things. Unconsciously, sleepiness gradually came over her, and nothing happened that night.
The next morning, the rain outside the window had stopped.
The first thing Yan Shuang did when she got up was to go to the hall to check the marks, but unfortunately, there was no change in the marks.
However, he did not sit idle, but went straight to the second floor without hesitation. The archive room must contain important information about this sanatorium.
The layout of the second floor is quite similar to that of the first floor, with a long corridor and rooms on both sides.
He walked quickly along the corridor, his eyes quickly scanning every room. Finally, at the end of the stairs on the left, he saw a slightly old door with a sign clearly written on it: "Archives Room".
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