Rules-based ghost talk game

After arriving on the third floor, Chen An and the other four were imprisoned in "cells" separated by iron bars.

The cells here are distributed in a grid pattern, and each cell room has black stone brick walls as partitions.

The facilities in the cell are simple but complete - there is a bed covered with straw, a toilet for the toilet, a washing table, a table, and some food and water.

"Four of you, if you don't go crazy after seven days and are diagnosed by the captain as not being contaminated, you will be released." The guard who brought them here said: "In these seven days, I have wronged all heroes."

"It doesn't matter." Ling Qinglin on the side shook his head slightly. He was locked up next door to Chen An.

In the surrounding cages, in the vague and vague darkness, there seemed to be a figure. They were either silent, or crying, or laughing, or lying there and beating the ground continuously.

Opposite Chen An is an old man with white hair and beard, and his forehead is covered with age spots.

When the old man saw new people coming, after the guards left, he shouted: "Hey, look, a few more lunatics have been locked up in the confinement tower!"

In the cell next to him, a woman with a withered face catered to him: "Are you contaminated? Or not? Still doubting it? Do you believe in this bullshit happiness?"

"My lies are misleading the public!" Ling Qinglin spat and said angrily: "You polluted lunatics...you still want us to do the same..."

Halfway through his words, he was interrupted by Ling Anruo next to him.

"Brother, they were once heroes, but they were polluted... crazy..." she reminded in a low voice.

When Ling Qinglin heard this, he was slightly startled, and he lowered his head in shame.

It's because I lost my temper.

"Sorry." Ling Qinglin slightly cupped his hands to the old man and woman opposite him, then sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Chen An, on the other hand, looked at the scene in front of him with slightly dull eyes. His mind had been rolling in waves ever since he saw the white broken bones. His mood was agitated, filled with sadness, confusion and hesitation.

occupy.

Chen An knew that he had to abide by the rules of the hunting team and always be full of hope...not to be hesitant or confused...

But the uncontrollable sadness in his heart kept eating away at his soul, forcing him to face these painful and vague memories.

"What on earth are those white broken bones..." Chen An took a deep breath, half leaning on the bedside, his eyes blinked slightly, and the circles around his eyes were a little red.

That seems to be something extremely important to me...but I don't remember it.

With his right hand, he slowly clenched the white sheet tightly, and his fingertips touched the straw under the sheet, feeling a slight pain.

He kept trying to recall it, but the more he recalled it, the deeper the pain in his mind became!

Could it be that what the strangely transformed woman said was true?

All the happiness that I am familiar with, including my father, Sirou, and neighbors, are they all fake?

No, no, impossible....

No, no...

But what are those vague memories that hurt my heart!

"Hey, what's your name?"

Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice sounded in his ears. The voice came from in front of him. Chen An opened his eyes and looked at the skinny old man in the cell opposite.

"Chen An." Chen An sniffed and said with a choked tone.

"Ha, look at your appearance, did you remember something?" The old man laughed hoarsely, staring at Chen An with a pair of cloudy eyes.

Chen An pursed his lips, but looked at Ling Qinglin, who was frowning at him in the next cell...

After a while, he squinted his eyes and said, "Yes, but I'm... not sure if this is pollution."

The corner of the old man's mouth showed an arc, and his body swooped down. Then he squirmed like a gecko and grabbed the iron fence. His eyes were round and he looked at Chen An.

"I'm going to die," he said.

Chen An was slightly stunned. This sudden situation was difficult for him to understand.

The old man grasped the arm of the fence tightly and kept exerting force, with a look that seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time.

"I've been waiting, waiting for new contaminated people to be sent in... If you don't come... my death will be in vain!"

Listening to the old man's words, Chen An suddenly became speechless.

However, the old man's next words made his eyes freeze again.

"Young man, the gel will be analyzed only after a strange death. This is your memory, right?" The old man's mouth tilted, and a hoarse and old voice came out.

Chen An nodded solemnly. He still didn't quite understand what the old man wanted to do. This seemed to be...a premise.

"Then...you must not know that there is a kind of human beings in this world who have mastered strange powers. They are called mutants." The old man grinned widely, revealing his missing teeth.

Mutant? The strangely transformed woman was also mentioned... What other path to original sin...

Chen An remained silent. Is this...a weird illusion, a polluted madness, or...is everything they said true?

Chen An felt that his heart was full of hesitation and entanglement, as if two selves were constantly fighting in his heart.

One said, don’t believe it! It’s a polluted lunatic! Have you forgotten the aspirations and hopes of generations of people in the town? Don’t you even remember it? Do you think your Sirou, your father, and your mother

, are they all fake, are they all illusions! How is it possible! The world should be full of light and hope. Even in despair, the happiness around you still exists!

Another voice said: Will you choose to face the cruelty of reality, or immerse yourself in false happiness?

"Perhaps you don't know..." The old man lying on the ground holding the iron railing coughed violently, and then said: "Maybe you don't know... an organization called the Night Palace... I am an

A believer of the Lord of the Night...and I am also a mutant...the path is the grotesque level 'Rogue'."

boom!

The old man's words seemed to explode in Chen An's mind!

The palace of darkness!

Chen An couldn't help but froze when he heard these four words.

A familiar feeling, the same familiar feeling as seeing the white broken bones...

That should be an important and precious memory that I remember deeply and cannot forget...

The next second, in Chen An's dull eyes, the old man's figure seemed to turn into a wisp of mist, and seemed to have crossed the boundary between reality and illusion... unexpectedly, he appeared in Chen An's cell.

, appeared in front of Chen An!

"My time is coming, cough... cough cough cough..." The old man said with difficulty: "Chen An, in your memory, I am a polluted human being, and that is also a human being... cough... cough cough.

.There is no gel analysis after human beings die...then...you should be optimistic..."

The next second, the old man's body withered.

His skin gradually became transparent, as if soft and flat on the muscles, and the blood seemed to evaporate as it coagulated.

A thin gray mist surged from his seven orifices, swallowing up his muscles and clothes.

Under all kinds of wonderful changes, not long after, a piece of ethereal gray cloth appeared on the ground.

But the old man’s body is gone!