Chapter 391: The range of your copy is less than 100 meters
First-person horror games always give people a dizzy feeling after playing them for a long time.
Fortunately, it is still evening during the game, so the light is slightly brighter.
At this time, Gu Mian is controlling the protagonist standing on a dilapidated street.
This is a village next to a cliff. This village is one of the largest, somewhat like a medieval Western style.
Half-collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere, and the collapse is very artistic.
The village looks like it has been abandoned for many years, with no one living there.
Gu Mian said to himself while controlling the character to explore the terrain: "Perhaps others have entered the dark room and controlled the game characters like me?"
If you have a bolder idea...
Gu Mian looked at the computer screen in front of her.
Because it was a first-person perspective, there were only scattered streets in front of him.
"Perhaps they have also become characters in the game? It would be difficult if they turned into ghosts..."
At this time, the fat man was walking around anxiously in his bookstore.
Because he found that he could not leave this broken house at all. An invisible barrier blocked him, preventing him from taking a step out.
"It's really unseen and unheard of!" The fat man could only lie down at the gate and watch the sky outside slowly darken.
The world outside the door is so broad and free, but he can't take a step out!
The fat man wanted to curse: "What kind of dungeon will make players stare at a broken house without taking a step out?"
Recalling that the death protection mechanism of the copy has disappeared, he couldn't help but become more worried: "I wonder how the doctors and others are doing now..."
At this time, the fat man had already turned on the switch of the chandelier. The chandelier was always swayed by the wind outside, which made the fat man feel panicked.
He looked at the desk phone on the table. Although there was a desk phone, there was no number at all. Even if he pressed the replay button, there was nothing.
But there must be a way to leave this place, right?
Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the old bookshelves in front of him.
Why not start with these books? What if there is a magic spell in any book that can leave this broken house?
As he thought, he raised his feet and took a few steps towards the bookshelf.
But at this moment, a familiar and strange voice suddenly came from behind: "Hello, I'm here to return the book."
The fat man stiffened his neck and looked back at the door.
I saw a woman standing there in front of the open door. I don't know when.
She looked haggard and withered, and held a book in her thin hand and handed it over.
This scene strangely overlapped with the scene he saw not long ago.
If it hadn't been for the darkness outside, Fatty would have almost suspected that he had traveled back in time.
His body stiffened, and he looked at the woman in front of him with an unnatural expression: "I remember you... were here just now?"
The woman didn't answer and still stretched out her withered hand, but the fat man didn't dare to go up and pick it up.
He leaned against the bookshelf behind him and looked at the person in front of him warily.
For a moment, both of them stood motionless.
But the silence did not last long. After a few seconds, the strange and sharp sound came from the woman's throat again.
"I'll return the book!"
"I'll return the book!"
"I'll return the book!"
I saw her body twisting wildly, as if she was about to rush in the next second.
The startled fat man quickly ran up and snatched the book from the woman's hand.
After the book in her hand was taken, the woman stopped, and the fat man saw her mechanically turning around and walking towards the darkness.
"Damn!" He trembled and looked at the woman's leaving figure, "This place is really fucking weird."
Why does this person repeat the same thing...
Just as the fat man stared in the direction where the woman disappeared and swallowed his saliva, the phone on the table suddenly rang.
He turned around in shock.
Who in this copy will call me?
The phone ringing sounded particularly scary in the dark night, and the fat man quickly stepped forward and answered the phone without much hesitation.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came out of the microphone: "I am Chu Changge."
Hearing this familiar voice, Fatty suddenly burst into tears: "Brother Chu, where are you now?"
"I think our situation is the same. Now I am in a bookstore and can't get out; I found two unmarked phone numbers on the bookshelf. The first person who answered my call was 007. She is also in a bookstore now.
Inside and unable to get out."
Hearing this, the fat man nodded, even though he knew that Chu Changge opposite would not see him: "I am also in the bookstore now, and I can't get out at all. There is a crazy woman who keeps coming to return books."
Chu Changge on the opposite side paused for a while, and then said: "Did she say that?"
"Hello, I'm here to return the book."
A strange tone penetrated the fat man's ears, and the sound was particularly biting in the cold night.
He slowly twisted his neck and looked back. Yes, the sound was coming from behind his head.
A skinny woman stood at the door staring ahead meaninglessly, with her withered hands raised forward, holding a black book in her hand.
"Hello, I'm here to return the book."
Fatty heard her say it again.
There is a time in the upper right corner of the screen. It is now 7:30 in the evening, and the sky in the game has completely darkened.
Gu Mian took advantage of her previous efforts and went into several buildings to look for game clues. Not to mention that although there were no people in the village, there were still many good things.
Gu Mian found a lighter and a page of paper torn from an unknown book.
I also saved several files by the way.
At this time, Gu Mian was using a lighter to illuminate the white paper in her hand. It could be seen that the person who printed the book was very generous. There was only one line of words printed in the middle of the white paper.
"May angels forgive all sins"
Gu Mian stared at this line of text: "Speaking of it, the tone of this copy seems to be somewhat similar to a killing game. I wonder if there will be any touching stories in the end."
Of course, the story is not very important. Gu Mian remembered that there seemed to be a statue of an evil god in the copy of the killing game.
While looking at the words on the white paper on the screen, he said: "It's really unfair. Even the characters in the game have inventory, but I don't."
After dark, the screen clarity drops visibly to the naked eye.
I have to say that this game is very realistic. The dead grass on the straw shed and the rags blown on the fence are swaying in the wind. The bumpy dirt road raises a burst of dust. Although there is no sound, Gu Mian feels
It seemed as if a gust of wind was really blowing towards me.
It is worth mentioning that no ghosts have appeared in the dungeon so far, even on extremely weird nights.
"If other people are really in this game, they should be safe in this ghost-free environment."
Gu Mian quickly retracted his naive idea, because he saw in the darkness not far away, a tall monster dragging an iron chain slowly walking towards it.
Gu Mian looked at a lighter and a piece of paper in the inventory. It seemed that there was nothing comparable to a chainsaw.
He quickly ran away: "I take back what I said, it's safer for them not to be in this game...but where are they?"
At this time, Fatty had also found two phone numbers on his bookshelf. At this time, he had already ended his conversation with Chu Changge and was talking to 007.
"Three times! That woman has come three times, and each time she said the same thing and did the same thing. Why do you have to repeat the same thing so many times?"
007 on the other side was silent for a while: "That woman also came to me twice, and she repeated the same thing twice, which was to return books... Also, I just used a special item to leave the bookstore, but I couldn't
not available."
The fat man was slightly startled: "We are restricted from using special items here?"
"No," 007's deep voice came, "It's not a restriction, it's just that it cannot be used."
When she said this, she paused and seemed to be thinking about how to explain: "I have a special item that can directly teleport me to a position one hundred meters ahead, but when I use this special item, it has a prompt.
It says it cannot be used because..."
007 stopped again.
After a while, Fatty heard her voice coming from the microphone, seeming to be repeating what he saw.
"The range of the dungeon you are in is less than 100 meters"