Second, the doll’s clothes should be washed frequently;
3. If you find that the hair is not your own, burn it immediately with fire;
Fourth, do not place the doll in a place exposed to moonlight;
5. Do not throw away unwanted dolls, but send them to temples to pay for them;
6. If there is a strange sound, and it sounds like a human voice, be sure not to look at the doll’s eyes;
7. Don’t pray to the doll that it will be cloudy tomorrow...
Because the dolls are not necessarily fake.
It might even be true!
The door next door had long been kicked down by Hart, and a disgusting "crunching" sound came from behind the ajar door. He was separated, or in other words, he separated after entering, as if he was specially set up to complete certain tasks. game.
That's right, games.
You can pick up firearms, incendiary bombs, high-explosive bombs, medical kits, flashlights, etc. from everywhere. You can’t even feel any weight when you carry them on your back. Every time you walk for a while, you can see the details of the mission on the bulletin board. and task progress.
Of course, there is also the taboo of dolls that can be seen everywhere.
Hart knows where he is.
The 'game field', the 'field' created by high-level dragon species, or other guys, such as original sin, but he really couldn't imagine the possibility and reason of original sin here, so it all comes down to the dragon species. This is a field hospital, or It is said that the hospital was abandoned after the war. It was abandoned for less than a month. There were debris and debris left by the war everywhere. However, the toughness of the paper showed that the end of the war was not very far away.
When he passed a bulletin board on the wall again, he found a red-headed document pressed on the magnetic stone.
He had only seen the red-headed document in * country, but the red-headed document was in Russian, and the warning at the bottom was in English. He couldn't read Russian, but he could tell from the English that there were a lot of dangers surrounding the hospital ten kilometers away. Suffering a biochemical attack, the land within the area has been geographically blocked. As for the content of the warning, it is to prepare for indiscriminate bombing of the area to allow normal humans to evacuate in an emergency.
Normal humans...
Hart hesitated for a moment, then thought of those words about puppet taboos, and suddenly became curious about what this so-called biochemistry was.
"If you hear it, please answer... If you hear it, please answer..."
The pager on my waist made a buzzing electric sound.
What was used in the last century is now the best tool for external communication. It is incredible no matter how you think about it. However, the text-style pager has been transformed into a walkie-talkie, which makes users think that this damn thing is wrong to a greater extent!
I felt nauseated in my stomach, which was a 'side effect' of extreme shock and fear.
Even if he has rich combat experience and good psychological quality, he will fall apart in an instant, let alone a dead man who has been staying in the dormitory for a long time.
"Albatross received it! Repeat, Albatross received it!"
"Surviving personnel...Albatross...repeat, surviving personnel Albatross, 48 hours have passed since the bombing, and none of the five patrol teams have survived. There is still a high fever reaction of living organisms in the area. Please
Be careful."
"What is it?" Hart asked in a low voice.
"The dispatch team reported before death that it was a werewolf about three meters long."
Hart's index finger tightened on the trigger, and he suddenly felt that even having a gun would be of no help. Yes, in the face of supernatural creatures, no matter how many weapons are insignificant, the game can resurrect and breathe back blood, but what about the reality? 'Game'
The field is not a real game. Everything else is false except for yourself. But if you die, you will really die.
The long and slender corridor led straight to the elevator, with Orthodox murals hanging on the walls. He accidentally stepped on shards of glass, and the crisp sound made his heart feel as if a large loudspeaker had been installed.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and it looked like a huge storm was coming outside the window, and the whole vision became hazy and dark.
Hart stared at the surroundings, his hands trembling slightly. At this time, he wished he had an eye on the back of his head. He had no so-called combat experience, and all he had was computer game experience.
Damn field!
Damn it!
We agreed to share weal and woe.
If you earn a full day's work, you will share the blessings, and you will be responsible for the difficulties.
Where have they all gone?
Hart followed the training moves and walked slowly close to the wall, with the m4 carbine muzzle pointed downward to avoid misfiring and blocking his field of vision. In fact, the teacher did not teach him this way, but fear made him almost forget the normal way of walking, and even more
Don't talk about holding a gun.
He is a coward who only dares to bully others when there are many people. When he is alone, it would be difficult for him to kill a mouse.
The wind from nowhere blew up the dark green curtains, and Hart immediately trembled because he saw a mask hanging in the center of the window. The surrounding glass had a broken beauty, and the mask happened to be hanging on the hollow, which was extremely impactful.
perspective, plus the pale wolf appearance...
Hart ran straight away. He didn't know what he was afraid of. It was just a mask, but it made him so scared that he couldn't control his limbs.
The clanking sound was extremely loud in the empty corridor. He felt that he was going to die. The dull atmosphere alone was enough to suffocate him to death.
After running for a full 1,000 meters, Hart finally stopped. Before he could take a few breaths, the door creaked not far behind him. Hart was so frightened that "one Buddha left his body and two Buddhas ascended to heaven."
His neck was as hard as a stone, and he turned around hurriedly.
There is nothing behind you.
When we turned back again, the road ahead was exactly the same as the road behind.
He's stuck in a loop.
He no longer even felt panic. The wall he was leaning against was transmitting his violent heartbeat. It was as if a giant ax had split open his brain and forced deeper fear into it.
But there was a "squeak" sound behind him again. Hart thought, "One step to heaven, one step to hell, one thought to become a Buddha, one thought to become a devil." He slapped himself hard several times, turned around and raised his gun, aiming at the sound.
the source of.
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It looks like an NPC.
Hart was so happy that he suddenly regained his strength and ran directly to the girl. He quickly closed the door, put his arms around the girl's shoulders and retreated to the farthest distance from the door. The elegant fragrance of cherry blossoms wafted from the girl's body, and she was weak in his arms.
The girl was like a reassuring pill that gradually stabilized his anxious mood.
"What is the mission?" Hart asked one question at a time.
"What mission?" the girl asked.
Hart frowned in confusion, lowered his head and looked at the other person seriously: "Arisu...Hydrangea?"
Frightened, Hart quickly let go and retreated. It turned out to be the terrifying woman who attacked Fountain College that year. This kind of humanoid weapon might offend the opponent, and he would burp in an instant.
"You... know my sister?"
"...your sister?"
"I am Arisu Mio, Arisu Hydrangea's younger sister."
"Sister?" Hart was stunned, "Are you also a mixed race?"
"No." Arisu Mio shook her head, "I am just a descendant of mixed race, but I have no blood."
"How did you get in?" Hart thought to himself. You are dressed like Cleopatra who is about to dance on a pole. The tight dance skirt shows off the girl's young body. If you go to the battlefield, how will you fight? Close to/
//The naked back and plump chest will make the opponent die of nosebleeds? Or invite the opponent to take off his combat uniform and dance together, then pull out a knife from the inner thigh and kill him with one blow?
This is still a gentleman's game, a horror game mixed with the style of 18, taking the route of surprise and joy.