138 Massacre 4 || Identity Swap
Fortunately, he didn't encounter any other ghosts along the way, which was a lucky thing.
He didn't know if the door could stop the ghost's pursuit. After all, common sense suggested that the possibility was minimal. Therefore, he decisively gave up the idea of escaping into the room, lest he be trapped in that small space and wait for death.
He had memorized almost all the structures of the sanatorium over the past two days. The shadows were stretched longer and shorter by the light of the flashlight. He walked around the long corridor and found that there were no fluorescent footprints outside.
When he arrived at the lobby, his goal was clear. There was a very small storage room behind the lobby service desk. The door was only half a person's body height and it would definitely be overlooked if he didn't look carefully.
Yan Shuang jumped in, squatted down, and grasped the handle. She felt an uncomfortable sticky feeling on her fingertips. It must have been a long time since anyone opened the door. The door hinge and door frame were rusted together, greatly increasing the friction.
As usual, he subconsciously looked around, and it was pitch black. Then he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and put down the flashlight.
Then he knelt on one knee, grasped the door handle tightly with both hands, and pulled out with all his strength. However, the door seemed to be extremely strong, and even though he tried his best, the door still did not budge.
Just when he was about to give up, he suddenly felt the door loosen a little. Delighted, he hurriedly continued to push harder, and finally, accompanied by a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, the door slowly opened a crack.
Seeing this, Yan Shuang quickly turned off the flashlight to avoid exposing his position. Then, he nimbly sideways slipped through the crack in the door, the whole movement done in one go.
The space inside was just enough to accommodate an adult man and it wasn't too crowded. Yan Shuang took out his camera, turned on the night light mode, and pointed it outside through the crack in the door.
Even though it's a bit painful to have the remaining battery power, it's better than him not noticing when a ghost comes. Otherwise, it's no different from a person dying with unspent money.
It was quiet, Yan Shuang kept the same posture, and the camera did not capture any ghosts. Finally, I could rest for a while. Time passed bit by bit. It was still a while before dawn. As long as I could endure the night, the day would be safe.
Suddenly, the damn phone rang again.
"They... are waiting for you." The ghost's voice sounded in the small space.
Yan Shuang moved the camera but still couldn't capture it.
Yan Shuang's heart was pounding, wondering if "they" were referring to Jing Ning and the others. But it could also be a ghost blasting him. He swallowed his saliva, making a dry sound, and asked into the phone, "Who?"
The ghost didn't answer. Yan Shuang looked at his phone and found that the call had ended.
The first time the call came in, he was face to face with the ghost, no more than five meters away. Could this also mean that the ghost was actually nearby?
In order to verify this hypothesis, Yan Shuang raised the camera.
Although she was mentally prepared, it was clear that she hadn't done enough. The moment the camera tilted upwards, a very shocking face filled the entire screen, and Yan Shuang couldn't help shaking her hands.
In a panic, he took a close-up of the ghost with a "click".
Of course, he didn't have the artistic talent to appreciate his own work, nor did he have the time. The ghost was very close to him.
Already discovered?
Or maybe the ghost was just a curious person opening the door.
The more critical the situation became, the calmer he became. The chances of the ghost running out right in front of the door were practically zero, so it was better to hold on. The gambling ghost hadn't noticed him and decided to act immediately.
One minute, two minutes...
The door was not opened.
Yan Shuang did not let down his guard and turned his gaze back to the screen.
No ghost was seen on the screen.
The ghost left and his bet was right.
His forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat, almost as if he could feel them dripping down his face. In the small space, the air seemed to grow thicker, making the heat even more unbearable. Yan Shuang took a deep breath, trying to ease the discomfort, but it had little effect.
He slowly retracted the camera, stretched his stiff fingers, and then changed to a more comfortable position, looking back at the photo he had just taken. Due to the use of night light mode, the picture on the photo was a little blurry, and the facial features of the people looked even more strange.
The ghost in the photo has eyes as black as ink, like two bottomless black holes, staring closely at the camera, and his dry lips are slightly open, as if he wants to say something, but no sound comes out, giving people a creepy feeling.
Just as he was about to put away his camera and take a break, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that the battery level of the camera had inexplicably increased by one bar.
What's going on?! The battery will recharge automatically!
This was completely unexpected for him.
I just did nothing except accidentally taking a picture of a ghost. Could it be that the way to charge the camera is to take a picture of a ghost...
As soon as this absurd thought came to mind, a text message popped up: You have completed 1% of the kills.
"Heh. A crappy game."
People really laugh when they are speechless.
The carnage is a ghost and the players are the killers!
No wonder the ghost just now disappeared, everything was explained, it was like a blind cat catching a dead mouse, he got lucky unexpectedly. Yan Shuang felt that he must buy a lottery ticket when he went out, it would be a pity to waste such good luck.
Once entering the game, players must follow the rules and avoid danger according to inertia, and put themselves in the position of the weak, otherwise they will be killed by ghosts. Unexpectedly, this game swaps their identities, and players must take the initiative to find ghosts.
Although the way to kill ghosts is to take pictures, the game still won't let players feel so comfortable.
Players can kill ghosts, and ghosts can also kill players. And the most important thing is, facing one ghost at a time is not a big deal, the player can walk it around and find an opportunity to take pictures, but if a group of ghosts come, it will be more difficult to deal with.
Yan Shuang didn't hesitate. She immediately climbed out of the storage room, turned on the flashlight, and began looking for ghosts.
As long as you are not hiding alone, time will pass quickly and a few hours will go by in a flash.
As the sky was just getting light, Yan Shuang had just finished killing the fourth ghost, and the camera was back to full charge.
He returned to the room and thought about the purpose of these ghosts calling him just now. In addition to the fact that the ghosts would threaten him every time they met, the second time they called, they would say some unclear words and ask him to save his life.
Yan Shuang was lying on the bed with a dizzy head. He frowned and felt as if his spirit was polluted and his consciousness was gradually becoming blurred.
I wonder how the others are doing now? Have they also discovered the design of this game?
Jing Ning might have discovered it a long time ago. He is so smart, Lin Hai is careful and attentive, Tian Yiyi is brave and there is no problem, but Ye Jingan is afraid of ghosts... This game will be his nightmare.
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