Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

The only sound in the quiet room was the sizzling sound of candles burning.

It gave Mo Lang a rare space to think since he entered the game. From Yan Qin's agility, it can be basically judged that he is played by a dream master, while the monster You Junyu seems to be completely irrational, making it difficult to draw conclusions.

But if you put yourself in the role of a dreamer and create a small dream in a short time, and the scene is so detailed, there will definitely be no extra energy to shape the imagined NPC. The best solution is to let it bear the responsibility. A less important role so that the flaws are not exposed.

So it's very possible that this Li Xue hiding in the mirror should just answer questions and give guidance to the players.

The dreamer had just made a bet with himself, and he would definitely focus on taking care of himself. The questions he was forbidden to ask should expose the flaws of this dream.

I see!

Mo Lang felt that his thoughts were clearer than ever before, and a confident smile appeared on his lips again, "Family members, I have found the key to ruining this dream. Just watch."

After saying that, he walked to the mirror, held the tattered ball pen tightly, and stared at the mirror closely. Maybe it was because of the candlelight on both sides. strangeness.

The longer I watched it, the more and more this sense of dissonance and strangeness became.

It's an illusion, but it seems like Li Xue won't appear unless she closes her eyes.

"Li Xue, Li Xue, I am Yan Qin's friend. I have a few questions for you to answer." Mo Lang closed his eyes, and after speaking again, he focused on the surrounding environment. After waiting for a while, he found that there was no After the change occurred, it continued to be repeated.

The sound of the candles burning seemed a little louder. I don't know if it was an illusion. The scarlet wooden door behind me seemed to open a crack silently, and the cold wind made my neck feel itchy.

Someone came in?

Mo Lang's heart shrank. He was afraid of no one here but the monster. Just as he was about to open his eyes and turn around, a frighteningly cold hand grasped his hand, and they both tightened their grip on the ball pen.

"Is it Li Xue?"

The hand was led to slide slowly on the paper, judging from the gestures, it should be the word "yes".

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

"yes."

...

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

There were more words written this time. Mo Lang couldn't judge what was written by gestures and sliding marks, but he felt that the cold hand was about to retreat and hurriedly opened his eyes, "Wait a minute, I still have questions to ask." ask you!"

"Where are the people?"

He looked around to see if there was anyone else in the narrow and cramped room. The door behind him was also closed tightly. Only himself in the mirror lowered his head, looking like he was about to die.

Um? Hanging your head?

Mo Lang blinked and looked at the mirror. The self in the mirror slowly raised his head, revealing a mouth sewn with red thread and a pair of eyes that seemed to be shrouded in white gauze. As soon as he came into contact with that gaze, his whole body trembled.

"9999999, 6 turned over."

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

"Hahaha, the one upstairs is so unlucky. I won all night and made it angry. It said it wanted to come out and kill me. How could it be possible..."

"I'm looking forward to the time when this dreamland comes online, and I'll give it a try to myself when the time comes."

Mo Lang calmed down after the initial fright, 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. He couldn't help but relax, and looked down at the paper in front of him. I wrote four words, Door No. 4.

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

Snap, snap, snap.

There were more handprints on the inside of the mirror, as if the people inside were trying to crawl out while the mirror was broken, and their faces began to distort.

Sure enough, the questions that I was forbidden to ask would trigger a BUG, ​​and I caught it.

"Looking at how stingy you are, you probably didn't have many friends during your lifetime and were hated by many people, right?" Mo Lang pointed the live broadcast camera at the mirror and said with a smile: "Look, everyone, a bug has been triggered and you have turned into a girl. "

In the mirror, he had turned into a girl wearing a black skirt and white coat, with black hair flying, and the mirror surface was faintly oozing red, as red as if it was dripping blood.

He wanted to continue asking, but the wooden door was opened, and Yan Qin rushed in and shouted: "Run quickly, Teacher You is chasing me."

Depend on!

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

But after he left, the girl in the mirror seemed to want to come out through the mirror, but then she seemed to think of something and stopped. She turned around and stared at the back of him as he left. Her expression became more and more ferocious, and finally there were cracks on the mirror. It shattered suddenly, and a figure with flying long hair flashed past under the light of the fire.

"Have you found which room it is in?" Yan Qin asked with concern.

"Room 4, you know where it is..." Mo Lang clutched his neck tightly mid-sentence, his face turned purple from holding back, like a drowning person struggling.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Qin looked back in confusion and saw a pair of pale hands tightly pinching Mo Lang's neck, with a girl hanging behind him. She immediately took two steps back in doubt.

......

In reality, Mo Lang also struggled frantically in his seat, and the lower half of his face exposed outside the helmet was also blue and purple.

"This player is completely immersed in the game and has a lot of fun." Lin Zhiyuan pointed at Mo Lang and said 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 make another excellent dream in a short time." Hanmei waved to Wang Chenshi, who had just approached, and asked her to take a few photos of Mo Lang. "This is a rare material. A horror dream can actually make players immersed in it and unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Reporting it should attract many horror dream enthusiasts."

Although Chen Wansheng responded with a smile on his face, the look in his eyes was unclear.

"Teacher... don't you need to wake up this player? Why do I feel a little strange?" Bai Lu looked at the live TV broadcast above her head weakly, 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 the human mind can't distinguish between reality and illusion, so the body naturally reacts. It will be fine when the body reaches the critical point of the limit." Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand, signaling everyone to rest assured.

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