Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Zhao Hong opened the bedroom door.

The old wooden door made a "creaking" sound, especially in the quiet night.

Zhao Hong poked her head out and looked around.

The long corridor was pitch black, and the moonlight came in sporadically through the gaps in the ivy outside the window.

The toilet is at the other end of the corridor.

This meant that she had to walk back and forth through dark and silent corridors alone.

Zhao Hong crossed her legs, her bladder was tight, and her desire to urinate had reached its peak.

If she is not released, she will become the first person in the game to be suffocated to death by urine.

Zhao Hong gritted her teeth and turned on the flashlight of her mobile phone.

Decided to make a quick fix.

Zhao Hong stepped out of the bedroom.

Just in case, she didn't close the bedroom door.

With a flashlight on, she walked quickly in the corridor.

In the quiet corridor, only the sound of her footsteps echoed.

Zhao Hong was apprehensive, trembling every step she took, and many terrifying thoughts crossed her mind.

Until she got into the cubicle and sat on the toilet.

The horrible thoughts were released together with the desire to urinate.

After Zhao Hong solved it, she felt refreshed.

She pulled up her pants and turned to flush.

From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of a pair of gray-white feet suddenly appearing outside the compartment door.

Those feet were small, painted with bright red nail polish, with bulging veins, and the blue-gray color of dead people.

Zhao Hong choked for breath, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

She hurriedly put the phone into her pocket, blocking the light from the phone's flashlight.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

There was a heavy and slow knock on the door, and each knock hit Zhao Hong's heart.

She shrank in the corner of the toilet, covering her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

"Sister - sister -!"

The girl's drawn-out voice sounded from outside the cubicle, full of indescribable weirdness and eerieness.

Zhao Hong immediately recognized the voice, it was the shofar braid during the day.

At this time, in Zhao Hong's heart, there was no love for the little girl during the day.

She is full of fear now, and she dare not take a breath.

The girl seemed to be tired of knocking, and started banging on the door with her body.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The wooden door panel was knocked and trembled.

"Sister—open the door—open the door—!"

The girl's haunting voice gradually became sharp and shrill.

Zhao Hong hid in the toilet, looking at the door of the cubicle in horror.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound at the door suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Hong stood in the corner of the cubicle, not going out vigilantly.

About five or six minutes passed.

After confirming that there was no movement at the door, Zhao Hong slowly exhaled a foul breath.

She leaned against the board and gasped silently.

Suddenly, a pale and cold hand grabbed her ankle.

Immediately afterwards, a bloody face stretched out from under the gap in the next compartment.

"Catch - catch - you - hee hee -!"

The croissant grinned, revealing pitch-black sharp teeth, and the white-less eyes stared at Zhao Hong sullenly.

Before Zhao Hong could scream, she was suddenly dragged down and dragged through the gap in the compartment.

After the frantic gnawing sound, everything returned to calm.

The croissant licked off the blood from his mouth, dragged a piece of bloody human skin, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs on the third floor.

In order to protect the privacy of players, the screen of the live broadcast room has been staying at the door of the women's toilet.

[Is it impossible to play the live broadcast of Goubi! 】

[Is there anything that our valued viewers can't see! 】

[Does it take so long to go to the bathroom! 】

When the live broadcast screen was working again, Zhao Hong had already returned to the dormitory.

She walked to her bed, lifted the quilt and went to bed.

In the darkness, Fu Yan opened his eyes suddenly.

The next morning, the children had their morning classes.

After the players washed up, they ate in the restaurant.

I don't know if it was because they were too tired last night, except for the three of Fu Yan, the rest seemed listless.

The players did not isolate Fu Yan and the others today.

They even took the initiative to invite the three of them to have dinner together.

But Fu Yan didn't sit at the same table with them, and the three of them sat down at random.

The three of them were halfway through eating when Jiang Yuan came over with a plate.

He sat beside Fu Yan, with a tangled expression, wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start,

"I'm sorry, I apologize for what happened yesterday, don't mind, I didn't mean to isolate you, it's just... just..."

Jiang Yuan "yes" for a long time, but did not say why.

He didn't seem to understand what he did yesterday.

He knew that Fu Yan was very powerful, so he wanted to make friends with him.

But yesterday, like a ghost, I suddenly felt a strong disgust towards Fu Yan and the others.

And he himself didn't understand where this disgust came from.

"Hey! Forget it, I'm sorry anyway."

Jiang Yuan stroked his hair irritably, "By the way, I heard a clue this morning, and I'd like to share it with you. There is a player who bet on this copy before the exam."

"He said that this dungeon has been refreshed six times, and this is the seventh time for us. There are only 13 players killed each time, and a total of nine people died..."

Jiang Yuan's mind has been muddled for the past two days, he doesn't know why he has to tell Fu Yan about this.

But his gut told him it was important.

At this time, the children finished their morning classes and filed into the cafeteria.

The moment the children appeared, the players changed from the sluggishness just now, and showed a very happy look on their faces.

They eagerly greeted the children to take their seats, helped them prepare food and water, and went about their business.

Jiang Yuan also forgot what he was going to do, got up and walked straight towards the children.

Before leaving, he did not forget to give Fu Yan a look.

He Shuyang: "Don't you think their behavior is strange? No matter how cute these children are, they are still NPCs in the dungeon. Is it necessary for them to take care of them?"

"One child is missing." He Shuyue also raised her head and said in a low voice, "The girl with the shofar braid disappeared yesterday."

There were 29 children in the orphanage when they came, now there are only 28 left.

After the He Shuyang brothers and sisters finished speaking, they looked at Fu Yan, wanting to hear Fu Yan's opinion.

But I saw him staring at a female player named Zhao Hong, who couldn't stop watching.

Unlike other players, Zhao Hong is not surrounded by children.

She sat alone at the dining table, eating quietly, with a satisfied smile on her face from time to time.

He Shuyang: "Is there something wrong with that woman?"

Fu Yan nodded. He compared a photo frame with both hands, enclosing a certain part of Zhao Hong in the frame, "It seems...a little smaller."

He Shuyang: "..."

Well, the old rascal is sick again.

After breakfast, the player returned to the classroom with the children.

He Shuyang and the others asked the nun teacher in the classroom who was in charge of teaching the children to pray about the whereabouts of the shofar braids.

The nun teacher put a blank face on her face, and said with no surprise: "It's gone? It must have been adopted."

"should?"

He Shuyang felt that this nun was talking nonsense, she didn't know where the braids went, she didn't even know that the braids were gone.

He Shuyang felt that he couldn't find any clues from the nun, so he dragged his sister and prepared to leave.

Fu Yan suddenly said, "Teacher, are there many adopted children like her?"

The nun thought for a while, "Every once in a while, a group of children will be adopted."

Fu Yan asked again: "How many children were there in the beginning?"

"I don't remember." The nun shook her head and added, "The dean's office should have student files."

Fu Yan: "Where is the dean's office?"

Nun: "Fourth floor."