Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Jiang Lan then took out her Hanako doll and whispered, "It hasn't been photographed..."

I saw that the Japanese doll's face was wrapped with layers of gauze by Jiang Lan.

From a ghost baby Hanako to a mummy.

Jiang Lan felt that everyone was looking at him, lowered her head to avoid everyone's eyes, and explained in a low voice: "I'm afraid of this doll, I always feel that she is looking at me..."

Player: "..."

So you wrapped her head around it?

"I don't dare to look in the mirror, I always feel that there is someone in it..."

"Then where did you sleep last night?" Zhang Wang asked curiously.

After all, the mirror is directly facing the bed. If you don't look in the mirror, you must not be in bed.

Jiang Lan whispered: "Sleeping...on the floor, in the gap between the cabinet and the door, it feels safer there..."

The players fell into complete silence.

Because of social fear, the doll's head was wrapped around it.

Because of social fear, I dare not look in the mirror.

Because of social fear, when everyone triggers the death condition, they are safe and sound.

copy! They want to report that someone here uses the social terror card bug.

Fu Yan also looked at Jiang Lan in a little surprise.

After a while, with a voice that only the two of them could hear, he asked sourly, "Your luck is not one hundred, is it?"

Jiang Lan froze for a moment, then shook her head violently.

Fu Yan just wanted to say 'That's good'.

Just listen to Jiang Lan lowering the volume, rubbing against his ear and whispering: "9999."

Fu Yan: "..."

I￥&￥system you&￥you stupid￥! ! !

After Qian Sanjin returned to the bedroom, he also calmed down.

Although he talked about smashing the mirror, he didn't dare to let him smash it.

Anyway, no one else can enter his room, so tomorrow he will say he smashed it, and nothing happened, so he went down and hit Fu Yan in the face, and let that guy show off everywhere.

At night all players are asleep.

Before going to bed, they remembered what Jiang Lan had said at dinner.

'Sleeping on the floor, in the gap between the cabinet and the door, it feels safer there...'

The player looked at the dark and narrow place...

It does seem to be more secure.

That night, except for Fu Yan and Qian Sanjin, the rest of the players all played the floor at the same time.

At night, a shrill scream pierced through Qian Sanjin's eardrums.

The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, and it scared him to wake up suddenly from his sleep.

He opened his eyes, but didn't get up immediately.

Because he saw that his doll was sitting on the dressing table looking in the mirror.

It looked very happy, its eyeballs were dripping and spinning, and its mouth was opening and closing, but it didn't make any sound.

In the middle of the night, a doll sat in front of the mirror and looked in the mirror. This scene made Qian Sanjin's scalp tingle.

But those who can persist to the intermediate level are old players, so he forced himself to calm down.

Slowly withdrew the knife under his body.

The doll in front of the mirror seemed to realize that he was awake, and slowly turned his head around.

The doll's neck "creaked" like a rusted shaft.

It turned its head 180 degrees, facing Qian Sanjin on the bed, its eyes were gurgling, and its mouth slowly opened.

The wooden doll has no tongue in its mouth.

Seeing this, Qian Sanjin didn't pretend anymore, and immediately jumped up, holding a machete and slashing at the doll.

The sharp knife did not cut the doll, but stuck into the mirror.

The mirror is torn apart.

And he in the mirror let out a shrill roar.

The eyes of the person in the mirror stared at him sullenly, and his face began to distort, his facial features fell off one by one, leaving only a screaming mouth full of blood.

Qian Sanjin wanted to escape immediately, but was grabbed by the neck by the man in the mirror.

Immediately afterwards, a wooden doll slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

The doll squeezed his mouth and slowly put its hand into his mouth.

A shrill scream sounded in the room.

It turned out that the familiar yet unfamiliar cry was actually his own.

The next day, everyone found Qian Sanjin's body.

He died in front of the mirror, his face was covered with broken lenses, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was wide open, but there was no tongue inside.

The players subconsciously looked towards the doll.

I saw that the wooden doll also opened its mouth wide at the moment, with a bloody tongue sticking out of its throat.

The eyes that looked at everyone were full of pride.

Another person died in the dungeon, and everyone felt very heavy, wondering if it would be their turn next.

After Fu Yan had breakfast, he took Lao Wu and Jiang Lan to the outside of the castle.

They took a long walk in the woods outside the castle.

"Old Wu, do you think this woods has changed since you came here?"

Old Wu observed the surrounding environment, "It was foggy when I came here, so I didn't take a closer look."

After Lao Wu finished speaking, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the castle. The strong sunlight made him squint his eyes.

sunlight?

Old Wu looked at the woods, then at the castle.

"I thought of it! Sunlight, yes, it's sunlight!" Old Wu said excitedly, "I remember when I came to the castle, I was walking straight ahead and the sun was shining on my back, but now the sun is actually shining on us In front of you!"

"Obviously the time is about the same, it's all in the morning, how could the position of the sun change so much."

Fu Yan was also thinking, he didn't see the sun when he came.

Why is there such a big gap in the same forest, what different people see, and the distance traveled?

Seeing that Fu Yan hadn't spoken for a while, Old Wu whispered, "Old Fu, did you think of something?"

"Come on, let's go back to the castle."

Fu Yan led the two of them straight to the mirror corridor of the castle.

His eyes flicked over every mirror, and then he went straight to the entrance of the basement.

Old Wu pushed Jiang Lan across the corridor.

He always felt that there was something strange here, but he couldn't tell where it was.

Until Fu Yan stands in front of the entrance to the basement.

Old Wu: "Old Fu, don't you want to go on?"

Fu Yan: "Dare you?"

Old Wu: "Hey, why don't you dare, but we don't have a key?"

In the next second, Fu Yan kicked open the locked wooden door.

Old Wu: "..."

Old Wu: "It still has to be you."

Fu Yan picked up the oil lamp hanging on the right side of the wooden door.

The moment Fu Yan picked up the oil lamp, Lao Wu suddenly thought something was wrong.

"Before we came, didn't this lamp hang on the left? And this door, as I remember, also opened to the left. Why is it the other way around now?"

Fu Yan nodded, looking at the mirror in the corridor, "Not only that, even the position of the mirror in the corridor is reversed, just like the surface of the mirror is reversed."

Old Wu was silent for a while, then said in disbelief: "You mean, we are in the mirror now?"

Fu Yan: "Yes, but not quite."