Setting fifty-four: the supernatural research community (seven)

Shan Wei was lost in spirit and led by the host downstairs to move the mirror.

It was difficult for the two to be alone, and a flower idiot was stunned for a while, and finally couldn't help but say: "In the future ... you want to play a relationship, can you say it in advance?"

A few more times like this, his old man couldn't stand the heart.

The host took a look at the list Wei and nodded silently.

Shan Ziwei was shocked by the dark-haired young man. The more so reasonable he was, the more sensible Gui Shan was. After all, the host couldn't fault it, and it helped him solve the contact problem once and for all.

The white-haired young man hurriedly walked to the dressing mirror at the door of the master bedroom, and left uncomfortably, "Just now ... thank you."

The host's deep and powerful voice caught up.

"You're welcome."

I don't know why, the host's "you're welcome" made Shan Ziwei nervous again. He felt as if he had made a rather stupid suggestion, and the bitter results of this suggestion would make him cry back and repay.

Shan Zi Wei and host picked up their mirrors and returned to the upstairs entertainment room. As soon as he entered the door, Shan Ziwei found that all the girls were around the bar, as if they were circulating something.

"Tough work." The milk tea simiru had always greeted them. Now the milk tea simiru hides far away. The mysterious garden shows that according to the male attitude, the pearl milk tea has to say, "Come and see, we just here Found a page of diaries. "

diary?

Shan Zi Wei could not help but touch his nose. This amazing chess board is really an orthodox horror decryption game. There should be no shortage of routines: high energy from time to time, memory kills of main plot characters, ubiquitous diaries / data reports, littering, The interlocking keys (room a finds the key of room c, room c turns out the key of room b, room b ...), the npc who needs help but always has a puzzle ...

These routines evoke some memories of Shan Ziwei. Speaking of horror decryption games, Shan Ziwei is no stranger. In the 21st century, a game worker wants to make money. One is to become a competitive professional player and participate in various offline competitions. The other is to be a game up host, live or make some live video games, of which horror games are the most popular one. The subject matter, whenever the host is howled by the horror game, the audience is very happy.

A flower idiot did not dare to show up in offline competitions, so he mainly took the second path. He has done a lot of horror games live, and he has also trained his voice-changing skills (in order to voicing various characters), and he is naturally familiar with these classic bridges. However, it is these old-fashioned bridges that have played a huge role in holographic online games. Take the human headlamp. In the past, at most, a picture of a human headlamp was suddenly posted on the screen. The more severe thing is to make a 3D modeling of a human headlamp. Now it is a human head falling directly in front of the player. Full of color and fragrance-can this be compared!

Shan Zi Wei sighed about what is right and wrong. Suddenly a clip flashed through his mind—he suddenly realized why he felt familiar! The layout of this house is very similar to a horror game he once played!

Because it used to be a 2d top view, and the overall structure of the haunted house is still unclear, Wei Wei didn't react at once.

Shan Ziwei looked at the pearl milk tea and handed that page of diary to the host, hesitant to say it.

If you think about it, it is not the same. The haunted house in the horror game in the past had three floors, and the old manda house had only two floors. Although the rooms can be roughly aligned, the clues are not enough. Shan Ziwei thought, wait and see when more rooms are available.

The host read the diary at a glance and passed it to Shan Ziwei. Shan Ziwei remained in the shock of the idea just now, and took it in absentia.

Seeing this, I was stunned.

[Xx month **** day x day overcast

Today is the first time I see a young master, so nervous.

I made a lot of preparations, but I still messed up ...

He wore a scary mask and scared me to say nothing.

The wife said that he had a strange illness and could not be too close to people. As soon as he got close, he had a rash, so he usually didn't leave the room and covered himself tightly when he saw someone.

I can see that the wife and gentleman are a little afraid of him, and they don't know how to get along with him.

Will I serve such people in the future ...]

"This is the servant's diary." The girls have begun discussions. "It was the 'child' who was sick. No wonder it was the costume."

"Sick, not going out, lonely." Hyacinth lined up: "In the long run, his personality will be distorted, his character will become weird, and he will be hostile to the outside world."

"——So I made a 'mother' act." Qiang Blood took the words of the hyacinth: "You can see from the servant's diary that his relationship with his parents is not very good."

Listening to their discussion, Shan Ziwei seemed to break a gap and let out the soreness that paralyzed the five internal organs.

Twisted personality, weird personality ... This is taken for granted, because he is lonely, because he does not go out, because he is sick.

But has anyone asked him? Asked if he was willing to be lonely, willing not to go out, willing to ... get sick

Shan Zi Wei closed his eyes fiercely, and stripped the figure of "Master" from his diary.

Whatever the reason, "he" hurts his mother.

"Fan? Fan? —G fan?"

Shan Wei came back to God, looked at his pearl milk tea and said dumbly, "I'm sorry, I just lost my mind."

Pearl milk tea smiled sympathetically. She glanced at the dark-haired young man who stared at the back of the white-haired young man, and repeated the words again.

"The game props and the game field are available. Fans, please tell us the rules of the" mirror ghost "?"

"Well, okay." Shan Ziwei sorted out his emotions and thoughts, and began to talk about the "mirror ghost" game.

There are also many versions of "Mirror Ghost" in the 21st century. Shan Ziwei only said the one he was familiar with: everyone stood around the big mirror to ensure that everyone could see each other's position. Remember the location of the mirror. After standing in position, the girl starts to blow on the neck of the person in front ...

Shan Ziwei suddenly became silent, and the others looked at it for unknown reasons, and for some reason he stopped.

A flower idiot suddenly felt that this so-called spiritual game might be the fate of his fate.

Why do you have to blow your neck in a spooky game? Why do you want to blow your neck ... qaq

"What then?" Pearl Milk Tea urged, and she was interested in these magical games.

Shan Ziwei continued with a bitter face: "... the blown person blows to the next person, and so on, and everyone keeps walking around the mirror. When someone feels that two breaths are blown around the neck To say 'come', everyone looks in the mirror at the same time. "

At this point, Shan Ziwei can't stop shouting, he said the taboo of "Mirror Ghost" in one breath: "Remember, you can't make too much noise midway, don't peek at the mirror, you can't move when it's your turn. Finally No matter what you see, don't look away, don't run away, stare at the mirror for at least 5 seconds, say 'go' and turn around. "

Pearl milk tea was so energetic that when Shan Wei finished speaking, she asked curiously, "Fan, have you ever played?"

Shan Zi Wei shook his head: "No, I just heard it." If only he had played, why bother digging here to jump for himself, all kinds of worries about his next red peach sp (hi).

"It sounds like you can't die if you don't make taboos if you do it properly." Milk tea Similu is a little happy. "I was still worried about injuries and death. The spiritual game is too deadly."

Yeah, the spirit game is plain. It is a group of idle eggs who feel so bored and want to die. They don't want to do, nor do they want to die, but under the setting of "Members of the Supernatural Research Society", it is uncomfortable to not die.

The rules are clear. Then the question comes, how to stand?

The four girls approached Shan Wei and host with tacit understanding, and the threat of the young black hair was still vivid. Shan Ziwei was stabbed by their eyes, and very consciously stood behind the host, no matter how he had to contact him personally. The girls looked at each other for a while, and eventually pearl milk tea stood behind Shan Ziwei. When the host saw it, they couldn't tell whether they were joking or raised their hands seriously, showing innocence.

"I know, he's yours."

Shan Ziwei: ... heh.

The milk tea similu followed the pearl milk tea, followed by rose blood, and behind the end of the hyacinth was the host, just connected in a circle.

"——Everyone is in place?" Rose Blood looked around and gave the signal to start. "So, let's start the game."

As the girls' endings fell, the lights above them skyrocketed. Shan Ziwei had to squint. The lights were too bright and too dazzling. The too bright purple-red lights illuminated everyone in blood, like the flesh monsters melting in the red light, which was creepy.

In this treacherous environment, hyacinth moved first. She trot forward, stopped after a moment of rose blood, and then rose blood began to move forward ...

As soon as I glanced at the mirror, Shan Ziwei retracted his gaze. To be honest, he could only recognize who was moving based on his memory. In this blood-stained red light, let alone his face, his outline was not very clear.

There was a slight running sound behind him, and then a breeze blew on Shan Ziwei's back neck.

Huh, Huh--

About tense, pearl milk tea was a little puffed. The warm breath was sprayed on the neck, and although psychologically prepared, Shan Ziwei's body was inevitably rippling.

The white-haired young man couldn't wait to run forward, blowing his haste and his excitement on the young black-haired man.

The host paused. Instead of running, he walked behind the hyacinth hurriedly and completed a cycle.

Next, it is boring to cycle, cycle, and cycle again. Everything is performed in silence, it is about life, and everyone adheres to the rule of "mirror ghost". However, this dead silence immediately became a pressure on the people present. They could not communicate, and they could only run forward mechanically, blow, wait, run, blow, wait ... so repeatedly.

Everyone is aware of a terrible thing: If there is no second breath from "that thing", will they continue to cycle like this forever?

Time passed away minute by minute, no one was running, everyone was exhausted. The **** red light made people extremely uncomfortable. Although the companions were around, they felt very far away.

Minutes now? twenty minutes? thirty minutes? One hour?

Milk tea simiru turned a dull head, thinking almost collapsed.

How long will it take to play? How long will it take to play?

Fear of "that thing" even turned into expectation. She was like a prisoner with her head resting on the guillotine. If the sword did not fall for a moment, she would have to suffer more terrible than death.

Compared to milk tea simiru them, Shan Ziwei's situation does not know whether to say good or bad. Although he feels tired, he is mainly tired, and his body is too excited to be catalyzed by flower disease. In a sense, nymphosis diverted him a lot of attention, so that he did not focus too much on the cycle of hopelessness.

The rapids on his body and the redness in front of his eyes made the single Wei Wei hot, and perhaps his body was too hot, which caused him to contrast sharply with the cold atmosphere behind him. The man bowed his head and blew gently, and the ice made Wei Wei want to snore.

So cold-

Suddenly Wei Shan feels wrong. Behind him is pearl milk tea. The girl's figure is definitely not so tall, so tall that it completely covers him as if holding him in her arms.

Shan Ziwei's Han Mao stood up instantly, and when he pulled his leg to run, a cold wind passed around his neck.

Shan Ziwei trembled sensitively.

That might not be cold wind, like someone, put it around his neck, and licked with a smile:

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