Starting to make a ghost story game from Sadako

Mo Lang was in a hurry to turn on the strong flashlight, but Qin Ge was faster. He ignored the wound on his chest that was healing quickly. He took out his hammer and smashed it on the flashlight while striding, directly smashing it out.

The flashlight hit the wall and broke into pieces all over the floor, completely scrapped and unusable. Not far away, the buzzing sound of the chainsaw was heard, and the splashing sparks illuminated four terrifying figures in different clothes.

"Get under the light!" Yin Xiaorong said at the last moment when she ran into the range of light. Qin Ge grabbed her flying hair, dragged her out, and threw her on the street.

Mo Lang was much luckier. He didn't have such long hair and successfully escaped into the range of light. He could only watch Yin Xiaorong being surrounded by the four figures.

Amid the buzzing sound of the chainsaw and the strange laughter of the man in the top hat, cherry blossom petals flew, dyeing the whole street with a dazzling blood red, forming a blood-stained painting, beautiful and weird.

Such a powerful scene was like a heavy hammer that hit Mo Lang's heart directly, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground, his face pale.

It would be hard for anyone to accept seeing a teammate who was still chatting and laughing in the previous second turned into fertilizer in the next second.

"Call the police! Call the police!" Mo Lang screamed at the barrage, and he once again felt the same reality as when he played "Friends". Even the blood splashing on his face felt warm and sticky.

[SAN value -10. 】

"Brother Lang, wake up! You are playing a game!"

"Is there any big brother who can explain? Why did my dream become like this after I came back from a meal?"

"Brother Lang, don't be afraid, there will be no death, give them a middle finger, so that you will die with more dignity."

"Let's start the meal! Bring your suona and gather at the entrance of the village, no need to bring cement."

"Follow me with your knife in hand, snatch Yan Qin and kill Qin Gou! Brothers, wait, I will enter this dream and cut off Qin Gou's head."

......

Fuck you!

Mo Lang was about to collapse. Have you ever seen an NPC in a game that can snatch a player's communication tool? He began to suspect that he was not a player, but a person being played.

The street lights above his head kept flashing between yellow and white in the sound of the current, and the range of light gradually narrowed. The five figures, with kind smiles on their faces, formed a circle and stepped on the edge of the light to approach.

Instant death is not terrible, but the terrible thing is that the time waiting for death is so long.

Maybe it would be good to be killed like this, at least I don't have to suffer.

This thought popped up in Mo Lang's heart for no reason. He was tired and didn't want to struggle anymore. Now he just wanted to close his eyes, cover himself with the quilt, play the suona, and do whatever he wanted.

The street lights finally went out completely, and a relieved smile bloomed on his face, but at this moment, the sound of rapid brakes sounded, and bright beams of light shone from the front and back. The five people surrounding him were lying on the ground under the strong beams, and their bodies began to rot greenly.

Two ambulances from Kunjiam blocked the front and back, and angels in white came out of the ambulances one after another. After getting off the car, they lifted the five people lying on the ground onto the bracket without saying a word and tied them tightly with iron chains.

Mo Lang stared blankly for a long time before he came to his senses, raised his middle finger, and laughed wildly: "Hahahahahahaha, I survived, you bunch of rubbish, I passed the level, hahahahaha!"

"What a broken dream? Didn't I pass the level?" The joy of escaping death made him dance with joy. He had already completely forgotten the purpose of entering the dream. He even couldn't help but run to Qin Ge and patted his face, "I survived, you have no way, right? Hahaha!"

Then he was pressed to the ground by several medical staff and tied up together. He could only howl in horror: "What are you doing? I'm not a psychopath! Didn't I ask you to catch these five psychopaths to pass the level? I don't want to play anymore!"

"I hope we can see each other again later. Good luck." Qin Ge, who was tied to the bracket, suddenly turned his head and said.

Mo Lang's face suddenly looked as ugly as if he had drunk sugar-free cola. If God gave him another chance, he would definitely carve the words "Mo Lang" on his face.

......

"Brother Dong, it's already dark, are we still squatting outside this mental hospital?" Liu Bei, who had a pigtail, squatted at the corner of the wall outside Kunjiam, and asked in confusion: "Why do I feel like we are more like mental patients?"

The four of them have been squatting here for several hours in the game, from dawn to dusk, just watching people in the mental hospital come in and out without doing anything. It's a harmonious place, and it doesn't look like a dangerous place at all.

Now, except for the fourth floor, which is still dim, the entire Kunjiam Mental Hospital is lit up with bright dim lights. Although it is not as bright as daylight, it still gives people a sense of security. The doctors and patients who can still be seen during the day have returned to their respective rooms to rest.

I don't know what Qin Ge, the old thief, thinks. He also visualizes unnecessary details such as mosquitoes, which bite them all over. They scratched and got [Health -1]. 】

"Okay, I see the security guard in the security room at the door is no longer moving, he may have fallen asleep, let's start our stealth operation now." Zhang Dong laughed, "We are so well hidden, no one will find us."

"They all think we are stupid, but in fact we are very smart. As the old saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place."

"The two posters of Old Thief Qin focused on promoting Kunchi Rock, and the text message also reminded us not to come, so we will come here and completely disrupt Old Thief Qin's deployment."

"We not only have to achieve the challenge goal this time, but we also have to clear the "Immortal" dream in one life, so that other people in Qinhui will look at us with admiration. Don't keep saying that we can't lead them all day long."

"Brother Dong is awesome, Zhuge is still alive!" The other three guardians of Qinhui all gave thumbs up, their eyes full of admiration.

"Remember, sneak in quietly and don't use any guns."

Zhang Dong waved, leaned down and walked in the front. As soon as he opened the glass door, there was a smell of disinfectant water unique to the hospital. The door of the security room next to him was closed tightly, and the buzzing noise of the intercom came from time to time, but nothing happened. No one responded. It seemed that the security guard inside was indeed asleep.

"Safe!" Zhang Dong made an OK gesture, opened his mouth and mouthed: "Remember, don't make a sound!"

"What are you four idiots doing?" At this time, the window of the security room above us was opened, and the security guard in black uniform poked his head out and asked doubtfully: "I saw you squatting in the corner for a day on the surveillance camera. ”