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There was only the sizzle of burning candles in the quiet room.

On the contrary, it gave Mo Lang a rare thinking space from entering the game to the present. From the agility of Yan Qin, it can basically be judged that it was played by the dreamer, while the monster You Junyu seemed to be completely irrational, so it was more difficult to draw conclusions.

But if you put yourself in the role of a dream maker, and drive out a small dream in a short period of time, and the scene is built so carefully, you will definitely not have the extra energy to shape the NPC you visualize. The best solution is to let it take over A less important role so that flaws are not exposed.

So it is very likely that this Li Xue hiding in the mirror should just answer questions and guide the players.

And the dream maker just made a bet with himself, he will definitely focus on taking care of himself, and the questions he is forbidden to ask should expose the flaws of this dream.

I see!

Mo Lang felt that his thinking was clearer than ever before, and he brought back a confident smile on his lips, "Family, I have found the key to ruining this dream, watch it."

After he finished speaking, he went to the mirror, clenched the tattered ballpoint pen, and stared at the mirror. It might be because of the candles on both sides, the face that was usually tired of seeing light and dark was uncertain at this time, and it became a little strange. .

The longer I watch it, the more and more this sense of incongruity and strangeness becomes.

It's an illusion, but it looks like Li Xue won't appear if he doesn't close his eyes.

"Li Xue, Li Xue, I'm Yan Qin's friend. I have a few questions for you to answer." Mo Lang closed his eyes, and after he finished speaking, he focused his attention on the surrounding environment. After the change, it continued to repeat.

The sound of the candles burning seemed to be a little more intense. I don't know if it was an illusion. The scarlet wooden door behind him seemed to open a crack silently, and the cold wind blew his neck itchy.

Someone came in?

Mo Lang's heart shrank, he was not afraid of anyone here, just that monster, just as he was about to open his eyes and turned his head, there was a terrifyingly ice-cold hand.

Holding it in his hand, they clenched the ballpoint pen together.

"Is that Li Xue?"

The hand was dragged on the paper and slowly slid, according to the gesture, it should be a "yes" word.

"Wait! Wasn't that the first question just now?"

"Yes."

......

Mo Lang's brain couldn't turn around for a while, and he seemed to have wasted two important opportunities inadvertently. After thinking about it for a while, he still struggled: "Where is that basement?"

This time, I wrote a lot of words, and Mo Lang couldn't judge what was written by the gestures and sliding traces, but he felt that the cold hand was about to recede, and hurriedly opened his eyes, "Wait, I still have questions. ask you!"

"What about people?"

He looked left and right, and there were no other people in the narrow and cramped room, and the door behind him was closed well, except for himself in the mirror with his head lowered, looking like he was about to die.

Um? Head down?

Mo Lang blinked and looked at the mirror. In the mirror, he slowly raised his head, revealing his mouth sewn with red threads and a pair of eyes that seemed to be covered by white gauze. As soon as he met those eyes, his whole body shuddered.

"9999999, 6 turned over."

"Damn, I lost a night in front of the mirror last time."

"Hahaha, the one upstairs is too unlucky. I won the whole night and made him angry. He said he was going to come out and kill me. How could he get out..."

"I'm looking forward to the time when this dream will go live, and I'll take a stab at myself at that time."

After the initial fright, Mo Lang calmed down, because he found that although the person in the mirror was staring at him, his expression was stiff. It seemed that his guess was correct, so he could not help but relax, and looked down at the paper in front of him. Wrote four words, door number 4.

"Tell me how you died and how you were sealed in the mirror." Mo Lang laughed.

Clap clap clap.

There were more handprints on the inside of the mirror, as if the person inside was about to smash the mirror and climb out, and his face began to distort.

Sure enough, the question you are forbidden to ask will trigger a bug, and I caught it.

"Looking at your stingy appearance, you probably didn't have any friends before you died, and you were hated by many people, right?" Mo Lang pointed the live broadcast camera at the mirror and said with a smile: "Look, everyone, it triggered a bug and turned into a girl. "

In the mirror, he has turned into a girl in a black dress and a white coat, with black hair flying, and the mirror surface is faintly oozing red, so red that it seems to drip blood.

He wanted to keep asking, but the wooden door was opened, Yan Qin rushed in and shouted, "Run, Teacher You is chasing after him."

Depend on!

Mo Lang reluctantly glanced at the mirror. He believed that as long as he gave himself a little more time, he could break this game, but thinking of You Junyu's terrifying appearance, he ran out of the room with Yan Qin angrily.

But after he left, the girl in the mirror seemed to want to come out through the mirror, but she stopped moving as if remembering something, turned her head and stared at the back of him leaving, her expression became more and more hideous, and finally the mirror was cracked. The bottom shattered, and a figure with flying long hair flashed by under the light of the fire. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Which room did you find it?" Yan Qin asked with concern.

"Room 4, you know where it is..." Mo Lang tightly covered his neck halfway through speaking, his face was bruised, like a drowning person struggling.

"What's the matter with you?" Yan Qin turned back suspiciously, and saw a pair of blue and white hands tightly around Mo Lang's neck, with a girl hanging behind him, and immediately took two steps back in surprise.

......

In reality, Mo Lang was also struggling frantically in his seat, and the lower half of his face that was exposed outside the helmet was also bruised.

"This player is completely in the play and has a great time." Lin Zhiyuan pointed at Mo Lang with a smile: "This also shows from the side that the immersion of this dream is very strong."

"Indeed, I didn't expect him to have another excellent dream in a short period of time." Han Mei waved to Wang Chenshi, who had just approached, and asked her to take a few pictures of Mo Lang, "This is a rare material, a horror Dreams can actually make players immersed and can’t distinguish between reality and fantasy, and the report should make many horror dream lovers flock to it.”

Although Chen Wansheng responded with a smile at the corner of his mouth, the expression in his eyes was difficult to understand.

"Old...Teacher, don't you need to wake this player up? Why do I feel like it's a little strange." Bai Lu weakly watched the live TV overhead, and then looked at Mo Lang, who was completely immersed in it.

"Don't worry, this has happened before. The dream is too realistic, and people's minds can't tell whether it is reality or fantasy, so the body naturally reacts, and it will be fine when the body reaches the critical point." Lin Zhiyuan said He waved his hand to signal everyone to be at ease.

This is the same reason that people can't strangle themselves to death.