My Thriller Survival Game

It's around four o'clock in the morning, the darkest time of the day.

The heavy rain outside has stopped, only the drizzle is still falling with the wind, and the night wind has become more unbridled. The bathroom window cannot be closed tightly because it is too old. Under the blowing of the night wind, it keeps opening and closing, making a sound.

A sound that makes your teeth ache.

The night wind blew, gently caressing Xu Yang's face, which was cool, wet, and salty. The candlelight on the sink also began to sway constantly under the blow of the night wind, and Xu Yang's face also changed.

It flickered between light and dark, and Xu Yang in the mirror also squirmed, as if he was coming to life.

There was the creaking of the windows in the wind, the sound of water seeping from the ceiling, the crawling sounds of insects in the sewers, the snoring and murmuring of the neighbors, Xu Yang's questioning, and his increasingly rapid breathing and heartbeat.

In silence, all sounds are infinitely amplified. In this environment, many people will feel uneasy, but Xu Yang is an exception.

Humans are social animals, so they are afraid of loneliness, but gamers are an exception. Not only are they not afraid of loneliness, but they enjoy it. Xu Yang is the best example.

Xu Yang has been accustomed to living independently since he was very young. He studies alone, goes to and from school alone, eats alone, and sleeps alone. Unknowingly, he has become accustomed to being alone. After his second uncle disappeared, Xu Yang

Really become a person.

But as time went by, Xu Yang, who stared at himself in the mirror, became more or less uneasy.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Xu Yang felt that the surrounding temperature began to gradually drop, and there seemed to be an extra person in the small bathroom. At this moment, this person was hovering next to Xu Yang, whispering in his ear, asking who you are over and over again.

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When a person keeps repeating a sentence, you will find that the more times you repeat it and the longer the time, the sentence will gradually become unfamiliar, just like when you repeatedly write a certain text, as you continue to write

, in the end, even the writer himself began not to recognize the word.

During this process, your attention will gradually be distracted and you will start to think wildly. If you don’t believe it, you can try it.

"Psychological suggestion game? Haha! Play this with me." Xu Yang muttered in his heart.

This game isn't actually scary, but it can make people feel uneasy.

Although it is the new century, not many people believe in rumors about ghosts and ghosts, but when a person is in a special environment, he will always think of some ghost legends related to it at the first time, and then in his heart

The fear will be infinitely magnified.

What is really scary is not the so-called ghosts, but the fear deep in people's hearts.

At this moment, Xu Yang, who was staring at the mirror and repeating those words, had seen through the essence of this game. In this case, Xu Yang felt that there was nothing to be afraid of.

However......

"boom!"

Just when Xu Yang was thinking this, the door that had been left ajar suddenly closed, as if someone reached out to close the door.

After hearing the sound, Xu Yang subconsciously turned around to look, but when he thought of the reminder given by Nizi, no matter what happened, never leave the mirror, so Xu Yang resisted and did not look back.

But, the next second, the hairs on Xu Yang's body stood up.

Just when the bathroom door was closed, Xu Yang clearly felt that there was someone else in the bathroom, and this person was peeping at him.

The familiar sense of voyeurism came over him again, just like it did on his way back from school.

Xu Yang's breathing began to become rapid, and his heartbeat became violent involuntarily. However, Xu Yang looked behind him through the mirror, but saw nothing.

The sense of voyeurism gradually became stronger, and the candles on the sink swayed more crazily. Xu Yang's figure in the mirror began to distort, but no matter how the shadow twisted, his eyes were always staring at the mirror.

Xu Yang.

"Who are you? Who are you? Who are you..."

Originally it was just Xu Yang's whisper, but at this moment, the voice sounded throughout the bathroom, hovering in Xu Yang's ears, as if there was really a person beside him.

As time went by, the questioning voice gradually became impatient and anxious. It seemed that Xu Yang was becoming impatient because he did not answer his questions.

Xu Yang subconsciously reached out and held the folding knife on the sink. The cold metal touch made Xu Yang's heart gradually calm down.

But the voyeuristic feeling like a ray of light on the back did not disappear, but became more intense.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Xu Yang felt a slight chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was standing behind him blowing air, which made him very uncomfortable.

Veins popped out in the hand holding the folding knife. At this moment, he wanted to turn around and slash the guy behind him, but Xu Yang controlled it.

The night wind outside the window became more violent, and the heavy rain that had stopped became more urgent at this moment. The crawling of sewer bugs, the snoring and murmuring of neighbors became clearer and more urgent at this moment.

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At this moment, Xu Yang felt that countless people were asking him, who are you!

"Snapped!"

Xu Yang suddenly felt a chill on his forehead, and there were water drops falling on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was water seeping from the ceiling, raindrops blown in by the night wind, or Xu Yang's cold sweat.

He wanted to raise his head and take a look, but he resisted.

"Ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

The candlelight swayed crazily and erratically, but footsteps sounded outside the door, as if someone had entered his room and was walking towards the bathroom step by step.

With the sound of footsteps, Xu Yang felt that the other party was getting closer and closer to the bathroom, and Xu Yang's calm heart was no longer calm at this moment. The slightly childish face also became more and more mature under the candlelight.

His hair turned pale.

The bathroom was extremely lively at the moment, and Xu Yang, who was staring at the mirror, even felt at a certain moment that his reflection in the mirror seemed to have come alive. Those eyes were looking at him with interest, like a hunter looking at his prey.

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The white candles gradually bottomed out, and the footsteps outside the door also stopped at the door, and the questioning voices in the bathroom suddenly became erratic and faint, as if everything was about to end.

However......

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

Just when Xu Yang thought everything was about to end, the sound of nails scratching the door suddenly sounded outside the door, and the thin door began to shake at this moment, as if someone from outside wanted to come in.

This is not over yet.

The moment the scratching door sounded, the originally weak and inaudible echo suddenly rang in Xu Yang's ears. At the same time, Xu Yang felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck, and his whole body instantly became stiff.

The sound of water leaking from the ceiling became more rapid, one drop after another fell on Xu Yang's forehead, and there was the sound of something running in the sewer, as if something was about to crawl out of the sewer.

What made Xu Yang even more horrified was that the self in the mirror had disappeared without knowing when, and was replaced by a pair of eyes, which were gradually approaching Xu Yang, and their eyes were full of teasing.

Xu Yang even saw that there seemed to be a hand reaching out from between those eyes.

At this moment, Xu Yang was no longer as calm as before. His breathing was rapid, his face was flushed, his eyes were red, and his heartbeat was beating like a drum. He felt suffocated, and he felt like a pair of hands were pinching his neck, making him unable to breathe.

He was angry, and his body was as stiff as iron, unable to move at all.

"Jingle Bell!"

At this moment, a gust of wind chimes suddenly sounded.

The moment the wind chimes rang, Xu Yang was like a drowning man grabbing the last straw, and his stiff body became free again.

"ah!"

After his body regained consciousness, Xu Yang roared, held the folding knife, and smashed it towards the mirror.

"puff!"

"boom!"

Just when Xu Yang swung his knife and smashed the mirror, the candle that had bottomed out burned out and went out. The moment the candle went out, Xu Yang smashed the mirror.

Accompanied by the extinguishing of the candles, the shattering of the mirror, the questioning in the ears, the scratching at the door, the sound of water seeping above the head, the crawling of the sewer, the snoring and murmuring of the neighbors, and the sudden sound of the wind chimes, all...

All sounds disappeared at this moment.

The only sounds left were the wind blowing against the window screen, the rain hitting the glass, and the sound of Xu Yang's rapid breathing and heartbeat.

The bathroom was dark, and the lights in the living room, which were originally lit, were turned off at some point. At this moment, Xu Yang was completely in darkness.

"Snapped!"

I don't know how long it took, but Xu Yang slowly recovered. He reached out his hand and turned on the light in the bathroom.

At this moment, the bathroom was in a mess.

The faucet on the sink was turned on for no reason, and the water flowed loudly. The burned candles turned into a puddle, and the mirror on the sink was now covered with cracks. Xu Yang in the mirror was divided into countless pieces.

It looked extremely unreal and extremely scary.

What made Xu Yang even more horrified was that in the middle of the mirror, where Xu Yang's eyes were, there was a hole that looked like an eyeball, which was made by a folding knife.

The hole was covered with blood, and blood was slowly sliding down at this moment, making it look like the eyes were bleeding and crying.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Xu Yang felt that that eye was looking at him with great hatred.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yang subconsciously looked to his right hand.

When he lowered his head, Xu Yang discovered that his hand was trembling slightly, and he was holding the folding knife tightly. Maybe he was holding it too tightly. The sharp blade cut his finger, and blood dripped from the wound.

It fell, leaving blood stains on the floor.

Even though everything returned to normal, Xu Yang still stood motionless in front of the mirror, staring at himself in the mirror for three minutes before Xu Yang slowly came back to his senses.

"This game is really hellish!"