I play the horror world as a development game!

When the second hand jumps at the hour of the hour, the nursery rhyme ringtone echoes in the corridor.

Qin Nuo looked at both sides nervously. Although the alarm clock ringtone was much smaller than the gunshot, he was not sure if he would attract the white shadow last night.

Da da...

Some crisp sounds sounded in the dark, and the fire could only illuminate a certain field of view of the space. Qin Nuo was not sure what it was, but he had already picked up the alarm clock and was ready to flash back into the room at any time.

A hint of coldness came from the top of my head.

Qin Nuo suddenly looked up and saw a head poking out from the door frame.

The dark head and dark eyes showed a terrifying smile: "Hehe, brother, I'm here!"

Qin Nuo held the ghost burial stone in his hand tightly and was about to smash it. When he saw that it was a child, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can't you come over normally? I almost got my myocardial infarction." Qin Nuo said, covering his chest.

"I want to give you a surprise!" the child grinned.

"Switch the word "Happy" to "Scared." Qin Nuo closed the door and handed the alarm clock back to the child, holding an oil lamp in one hand and inserting the other into his pocket.

The child held the alarm clock and turned over and landed on Qin Nuo's neck.

Not much weight, but it's very cold.

Qin Nuo was speechless: "Can you not sit on my neck?"

"Brother has never rode a horse. I want to listen to my brother, drive!" The child swung his body hard.

Qin Nuo shook his head helplessly and could only let him go.

In the deadly mental hospital, a boy in a white coat, carrying an oil lamp, and a gray little ghost sitting on his shoulder, walking on a long corridor where thrillers and dangers coexist.

"Brother, where are we going?" the child looked around, blinking his eyes, and asked impatiently.

"The hospital has a lot of exciting and fun things, and we need to find them."

While Qin Nuo was speaking, he returned to the place where he heard the song last night. He opened the window and the bleak night wind blew in.

"The song I heard yesterday came from outside. Are there any patients outside the mental hospital?"

Qin Nuo murmured to himself.

The door on the first floor was locked. He once tried to secretly pull off the iron lock and look at the world outside the hospital.

But it seems that the power of some taboo is not destroyed even if the ghost power is used up.

During the day, thick fog will cover the windows and your vision will be completely isolated. You cannot even be sure whether there is a backyard or a manor in the mental hospital.

Obviously, mental hospitals are absolutely closed, and the scope of copies is limited to the hospital.

"Since it's closed, how did the singing come in from outside?"

Qin Nuo was puzzled and raised his head. Suddenly he found that there was an open-air balcony on the upper floor. He immediately understood.

Looking back, Qin Nuo immediately ran upstairs. After wandering around the corridor on the fourth floor, he soon found that there was a secret wall at the end connecting the open-air balcony outside.

When Qin Nuo opened the door, he came outside. The balcony was not very space, and the tiles were painted with various things without any logic, as if they were painted by a naughty patient.

The balcony was empty and very deserted.

"Does the singer appear from time to time? I can't squat here all night, right?" Qin Nuo thought to himself.

"Brother, it's very uncomfortable outside, go back." The child suddenly said.

Qin Nuo thought about it and had to nod.

If you haven't found a singer, you can only put your actions on the search for pieces of the puzzle, wait for your free time, and then find some time to try your luck.

Qin Nuo turned around and walked back, and at this time, the gaze in front of him gradually became brighter.

When I looked up, I saw dark clouds slowly passing through the stars in the night sky, a crescent moon emerged, and the dark blue moonlight poured down.

"So it turns out that there is still a moon in the thriller world." Qin Nuo murmured.

Staying in the dark mental hospital for a long time made Qin Nuo think that although the world is divided into day and night, there is no such thing as the sun and the moon.

"La~lala...lalala..."

Qin Nuo was about to push the door and enter when a familiar song suddenly sounded in his ears.

The singing came from behind, with a sense of ethereality.

Qin Nuo turned his head and found that at some point a barefoot girl appeared on the fence.

The girl was about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a white shirt and shorts, looking very white, with her little feet jumping on the railings wide across her palms, dancing in ballet intoxicatedly.

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows: "When did this girl appear?"

Even though he asked this, he was surprised.

Isn’t the source of the singing found now!

Qin Nuo walked over and smiled friendlyly, "Little sister, why are you here? Where are your parents?"

After saying that, Qin Nuo felt something was wrong. Why did this line look like a kidnapper?

The girl ignored it, or she didn't hear it, and continued to hum the black swan dance, and spun on tiptoes, beating happily like a light elf under the dreamy moonlight.

"Do you want to chat with me? Brother can help you." The child said.

Qin Nuo didn't say anything, looking at the girl's fair face, thinking about something.

The child continued, "You are so low-key in your way of making your sister. My brother has experience. I will teach you!"

Qin Nuo glanced at him: "Can you shut your mouth first?"

At this time, the girl's dance suddenly stopped, her eyes were dim and her expression was sad, as if she could not sing or dance the latter part.

Qin Nuo took the opportunity to continue speaking: "Little sister, is there anything you need help?"

The girl's eyes finally fell on Qin Nuo, and her eyes shone: "I lost something, can you help me find it back?"

"What?"

"I forgot who gave it to a music box, but its singing can remind you of how to dance the dance later." The girl said quietly, her eyes were very clear, like a pure natural spring without any filth.

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"Did you still think about where to throw it?" Qin Nuo asked. It's hard to find a normal music box size, a mental hospital that is so big.

"In a room, it was thrown inside, but I didn't dare to go in and look for it."

"There is a very fierce old lady in there!" the girl shrank her head and said in fear.

"Do you still remember the room? Take me to see it, I'll try to get it back for you." Qin Nuo seemed to have become a warm-hearted big brother.

In fact, he knew that there must be a reason for the clues to be pointed to the little girl.

The little girl must have some secrets hidden in her. The way to open a person’s heart and tell the secret is to bring in relationships with each other and gain trust.

The patients in the hospital are very easy to talk, but they are not easy to talk. Qin Nuo can make it easier to talk.

Retrieving a music box shouldn't be a difficult task.

"Really? Thank you so much. Brother, you are such a good person!" The little girl's eyes suddenly showed gratitude, and she held Qin Nuo's hand, very grateful.

The skin of the little hands is very delicate and cold.

The child tilted his head and said, "The little girl nowadays is so simple, so she's fooled her."

Qin Nuo ignored the child's words and asked with a smile: "What's your name?"

The girl opened her mouth and was about to answer, but the name she was about to come out seemed to be stuck in her throat. Then she fell into deep thought, then her eyebrows were frowning together, and her expression was distressed.

After a long time, he shook his head and said, "I don't seem to have a name."