139 Massacre 5 || Ghosts are collecting
It was almost dark when Yan Shuang woke up from the nightmare in a daze. Then he picked up three weapons and prepared to go to the second floor to catch today's ghost.
Before leaving, he still took a look at the wall in the hall.
Now that the battery is fully charged, Yan Shuang is not stingy at all. He turns on the camera as soon as he goes up the stairs.
The phone rang, "Guess where I am?"
Yan Shuang pressed her lips into a straight line and swept the camera up and down, left and right, taking in every corner. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed at the corner of the second floor. The next second, the phone rang again, and the white shadow appeared above Yan Shuang's head.
Before the ghost could finish his second sentence, Yan Shuang pressed the camera button, and then the ghost above his head disappeared.
After a night of training, his snapshot skills have reached perfection. He can easily capture any movement, and his eyes and camera have become one.
Yan Shuang continued to move forward. There were quite a lot of ghosts on the second floor. Although they were not in groups, they were one after another.
From the moment he entered, the phone in his hand never stopped ringing. Later, Yan Shuang was annoyed by the noise and put the phone directly into her trouser pocket and concentrated on taking pictures of the ghost.
Ghosts react very quickly, and most of them like to launch surprise attacks. Yan Shuang stood there, self-centered, keeping his eyes and ears open, and hitting the target with every shot.
By the second half of the night, he had captured all the ghosts on the second floor in his camera, and there was no longer anything unusual in the corridor.
Yan Shuang sat weakly against the wall, breathing heavily, his body shaking uncontrollably. Sweat dampened the strands of hair on his forehead. If anyone had seen him at this moment, they would have noticed his pale face and confused eyes.
It was fine at the beginning. After easily capturing a few ghosts, Yan Shuang began to feel that her reaction was gradually slowing down, as if her body could not receive the instructions from the brain and it took a while to react. The situation became more and more serious as time went on, and even her thinking became slow.
In the end, he completed the photo shoot entirely due to his strong willpower.
This is the game. Every time a player takes a photo, he or she will suffer a mental shock, but the player must complete the task.
Yan Shuang had no strength left in him, and for a long time he was unable to get up from the ground. He simply stretched out his legs, forming a large character, and collapsed there without any image.
After a long time, Yan Shuang regained some consciousness and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. The progress bar on it showed 13%. He really wanted to smash the phone in anger, but fortunately he had no strength and the conditions did not allow him to carry out this impulsive idea.
This is only the second floor, and there are five floors above it. Even if you clear one floor in one night, you will still need five nights of this.
What's more, the number of ghosts increases with each floor, and the impact on the player's mind will also increase. The difficulty is quite high. Once his sanity drops to the extreme, he will be torn to pieces by ghosts. By then, he will no longer exist, and everything about him will be forgotten with the passage of time.
He would never allow this to happen. He had a lover who loved him very much and regarded him as everything. Jingning would go out, and so would he.
Yan Shuang gritted her teeth and got up from the ground.
The most important thing now is to go to bed and have a good sleep to restore my energy, and then clean the third floor tomorrow night.
In the next few days, Yan Shuang basically spent his time in this semi-conscious and semi-confused state. Every time he was about to give up, Jing Ning's every move in his mind would bring back his remaining sanity.
The paintings on the wall also received no response.
Today, there is only one floor left. All the ghosts downstairs have been killed by him, and the collection progress has reached 70%. I wonder if this so-called dean will show up after the collection is completed?
Yan Shuang washed her face with clean water and looked at the expressionless face in the mirror. For a moment, she felt a little dazed and unreal. She had that indescribable feeling the same as when she first entered the game.
The blurry image in my mind seemed to be covered by a layer of gray fog, which I couldn't see clearly or grasp.
He frowned, and his reflection in the mirror frowned too.
Yan Shuang carefully took out the data paper that puzzled him. Although he had studied it countless times and could almost recite the contents by heart, he still firmly believed deep down that this paper contained crucial information.
For Yan Shuang, physical objects like paper are easy to lose, so he has always developed a habit of memorizing important information firmly in his mind. This way, even if the paper is accidentally lost, he can continue his exploration based on the content in his memory.
After carefully checking the data twice to ensure there were no omissions or errors, Yan Shuang took a deep breath, picked up the camera, and resolutely embarked on the journey to the seventh floor.
He originally thought that the seventh floor, as the top floor of the entire building, would be more eerie and terrifying than other floors, and the possibility of ghosts appearing there would be higher.
However, when he actually stood in the corridor on the seventh floor, he was surprised to find it unusually quiet. He couldn't even sense the slightest ghostly aura. The floor of the corridor was clean and tidy, without any footprints or other unusual signs, as if no one had ever set foot there.
Yan Shuang held the camera and scanned the surroundings cautiously. There was no sudden flash of any strange figure in the lens. All of this made him feel very surprised, completely contrary to his previous expectations.
There is still 30 percent, the data will not lie.
He carried the camera and walked slowly in the corridor.
No.
Nothing.
Yan Shuang frowned, and her heart sank gradually.
By this time he had reached the end of the corridor and hadn't even found a handprint.
He did not give up. He searched every room and every place where ghosts might be hiding, but unfortunately, he still found nothing.
Where is the ghost?
No ghost?
That doesn't make sense.
unless--
The dean is the ghost of this level, and he alone accounts for 30% of the data.
He turned his gaze towards the dean's office, which was pitch black and he could not see anything.
The phone rang suddenly without any warning, and soon an old man's voice came out, "Hehe, young man, are you looking for me?"
Yan Shuang's body stiffened, her face instantly turned ugly, and she looked around with the camera.
Through the viewfinder, Yan Shuang saw a pair of wrinkled eyes lying on the office window glass.
Yan Shuang quickly pressed the shutter button, and the photo only captured a blur. The speed of the other side was too fast, not on the same level as the ghosts below.
Where did you go?
The enemy is in the dark and he is in the light.
Yan Shuang held the camera in her hand and stepped back towards the wall, pressing her back tightly against it.
"You can't take a picture of me, so don't waste your energy." The phone was still connected, and the dean's voice continued, "Isn't it good for you to live in my big house?"
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