Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

After Hua Jun was pulled in, the pictures on the wall were like rapeseed in water, smudged and became more and more blurred and distorted, with bright red blood seeping out.

Mo Wei stood there thinking for a moment and then decisively pulled Fei Niao upstairs, following the faint crying sound. Whether Hua Jun could survive or not, they would not be able to help at all if they stayed here foolishly. It would be better to find the little girl.

The crying sound was very light, elusive and intermittent, sounding like it was deliberately suppressed, as if worried about attracting something.

The crying sounded a little louder when the two walked into a room full of costumes. Looking through the broken hole in the window, there were colorful costumes hanging inside, like people hanging in shrouds, and in the corner, a little girl with pigtails could be seen sobbing with her back to them.

"Found it." Mo Wei's voice was unconsciously lowered. Without Hua Jun leading the way, he was a little scared, but seeing Fei Niao next to him who was more scared than himself, he still pushed the door open and walked in.

The brown carved wooden door had not been opened for an unknown period of time. As soon as it was opened, thick dust filled the air, choking people and squinting their eyes.

"Are you okay? Is there anything we can help with?" Mo Wei approached slowly, and the floor under his feet kept creaking. He always felt like there was someone following him. As he got closer, he became more and more uneasy.

Just as he was about to touch the little girl's shoulder, Fei Niao suddenly pulled the corner of her clothes hard and said in a trembling tone of extreme panic: "Look at the wall."

This tone also made Mo Wei's heart surge with fear. He looked up suddenly and saw several black and white photos hanging on the wall. One of the single photos was a little girl with pigtails with a lively look. It said Bai Qiaoqiao died in... The handwriting behind it was blurred and could not be seen clearly.

"Don't be afraid, we expected it, didn't we?" Mo Wei forced a smile, but couldn't help glancing at the figure next to him, because he saw from the corner of his eye that the little girl had slowly stood up and turned around. The black and white eyes in the photo were now dark, and her body was covered with mud, as if she had just been dug out of the soil.

Feiniao was visibly calmed down after hearing this, at least her body stopped trembling, and she admired: "Senior, you even expected Qin Ge to appear in the photo."

"Of course, this is what experience brings..." Mo Wei paused suddenly, raised his voice and said: "Who appeared in the photo?"

"Qin Ge." Fei Niao pointed to the large group photo in the middle of the wall, a little confused, wasn't it expected a long time ago? Why was he so surprised?

Next to Bai Qiaoqiao, there was a large group photo hanging on the wall. It only had members of the stage troupe who had not yet removed their makeup. Bai Qiaoqiao was also among them. There were also the butler and maidservant who she saw in Huang's house, and some people she didn't know. But from their clothes and the attitudes of the people around them, she could guess roughly.

For example, the slightly fat middle-aged man who was obviously dressed a level higher than the others was surrounded by the butler and servants of Huang's house. He should be the master Huang Xing they were talking about.

And the old woman with strange clothes next to him was treated respectfully and politely by him. I think she should be a witch. There was a line of faded red words under the photo saying that it was taken at the time of ancestor worship at Huang's house.

It's just that Chu Renmei and her husband Chen Weiming were not in the photo, but that wasn't a problem. The most terrible thing was that there was a little boy of the same age standing next to Bai Qiaoqiao. Judging from his eyebrows and facial features, he looked exactly like Qin Ge.

To be more precise, it was exactly the same as the director played by Qin Ge after entering the dungeon. Just as Mo Wei's appearance and figure changed after entering the dungeon, so did everyone else.

"The director he played was originally from Huangshan Village? But why didn't you say it?" Mo Wei had a bad feeling, and even ignored the little girl behind him, until he was caught by a cold hand and woke up from his thoughts.

All perceptions were stripped away, as if the surrounding scenes were moving away from him, and then suddenly pulled closer. When he came to his senses, it had turned from day to night outside, and there were waves on the windowsill, and it actually came from the second-story building to the stage in a blink of an eye.

"Auntie Mei, your makeup is so beautiful. Will you go on stage to sing a second play for the Huang family's ancestors later?"

The childish voice drew their eyes, and turned around to find that Bai Qiaoqiao was talking to Chu Renmei in a blue costume.

"Why did you come here again? Didn't your mother say that you can't come to the opera troupe? You're worried that you'll be scolded again." Chu Renmei put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand when she noticed Bai Qiaoqiao's arrival, glanced outside the door, and said worriedly: "And if your classmates see you, they won't play with you anymore."

"Then you can just play with me, and you can also teach me to sing opera, okay?"

Chu Renmei was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and laughed: "You should study hard and leave this village."

"No, singing opera is so much fun." Bai Qiaoqiao shrugged her nose and disdained this suggestion, "You can put on beautiful makeup and wear beautiful jewelry when singing opera."

Chu Renmei glared at her unhappily, feeling helpless and amused, then took off a bracelet from her wrist and handed it to her, saying: "This bracelet is for you, study hard, don't mention singing opera again, or I'll take it back."

Bai Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and wanted to refute, but there was a knock on the door. Huang's housekeeper walked in quickly, his face full of anxiety. After seeing Bai Qiaoqiao, he was obviously surprised for a moment, but still said: "Teacher Chen Weiming fell at home, and we came to call you back to see him."

Chu Renmei stood up suddenly and was about to go out, but when she saw the rules posted on the wall, she stopped again and hesitated: "Housekeeper, the show is not over yet, I can't leave. Can you help take care of him? I will rush back as soon as I get off the stage."

"But Teacher Chen's condition seems to be quite serious. He can't even speak clearly. It's better to go back first."

"Then...then trouble you to apologize to the owner of the class, and I will go back first." Chu Renmei didn't care about the rules on the wall when she heard it, and hurried out.

Shortly after she left, a man with a black face pushed open the door and came in, wondering, "Butler, where did she go? She's about to go on stage."

"I don't know. I just wanted to see if you were ready for the second act, and I found that her face looked strange. She ran out anxiously as if possessed by a demon. No matter how I called her, she wouldn't stop. Did she run into something dirty? After all, you often deal with ghosts and spirits."

Bai Qiaoqiao raised her head in surprise. Just as she was about to explain, she met the cold and warning eyes of the meat mountain butler, and could only swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.