Survival game: my plug-ins can stack up

"That's true." Afro scratched his fluffy hair, "The priest was babbling the whole time but did nothing. This is enough to prove that he is not strong enough."

Then without saying anything else, he took the initiative to walk to Zhao Xun, directly pulled out the drawer from the closet, and squatted aside to check the contents of the drawer one by one.

For a moment, the room became quiet again, except for the sound of things being turned.

Two minutes later, Afro handed the thing in his hand to Zhao Xun: "Boss, look at this."

Zhao Xun lowered his eyes and saw that it was a diary.

He opened it and looked at the contents.

This is obviously a diary written by a child. There are not many regular words in it. In addition to various typos, it is also interspersed with pinyin and simple drawings.

To figure out the specific text is not much easier than reading the cipher text.

After all, the cipher text is not difficult to understand as long as you understand the rules, but there are not many rules in things written by children.

"Check the remaining things." After Zhao Xun said to Afro, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to carefully read the contents of the diary page by page.

Afro has no objections. He carefully inspects every item and strives to make sure nothing is missed.

Zhao Xun only finished reading half of the content after Afro checked everything else.

Afro came over and asked: "Boss, how are you? Do you have any useful information?"

"Not yet." Zhao Xun responded briefly.

The half of the content he read was all about children's running accounts.

What I ate, I was hungry, I got beaten, I wanted to go home, etc.

From these contents, it can be seen at most that the child was kidnapped, lived a bad life here, and was not able to go home for a long time.

The kidnappers just kidnapped the child and locked it up here. They neither asked for ransom from the child's parents nor sold it to anyone else.

Not in the category of kidnappers or human traffickers.

But this information is of no help in understanding the number of ghosts in the haunted house or finding weapons that can kill ghosts.

The only use... is probably that after understanding the story background of the entire game, you can get an additional 20% points reward.

This is also the reason why Zhao Xun can continue to watch patiently.

Afro had nothing else to do, so he could only sit next to Zhao Xun and lean over to read the contents of the diary.

But after watching it for a while, he felt his head hurt.

There were too many typos on it, and some even contained typos that didn't exist at all. It was difficult for him to figure out what words the owner of the diary really wanted to express.

Not to mention that there are all kinds of graffiti and abstract stick figures in it. It takes several minutes to correctly understand the meaning of a sentence.

After only watching it for a while, he felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. He really admired Zhao Xun for continuing to watch half of the content.

Sure enough, the gap between the boss and him is not only reflected in special abilities, he can't compare to him in other aspects!

Just as he was thinking this, a "gurgling" sound suddenly came from Afro's stomach.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Well... I seem to be hungry."

After speaking, he took out a bag of biscuits and asked Zhao Xun: "Boss, do you want to eat?"

"I'll eat yours." Zhao Xun waved his hand and motioned for the afro to go aside.

Seeing that Zhao Xun didn't object to him eating, Afro hurriedly walked away, fearing that the sound of chewing biscuits would disturb Zhao Xun and cause Zhao Xun's dissatisfaction.

It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhao Xun felt a little hungry.

He took out a meat bun and a bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment and had a dinner.

While eating, he did not forget to continue reading the contents of the diary.

After he finished his dinner, he finally saw some useful information in his diary.

He carefully checked the rest of the diary contents, and then said to Afro: "The toys in the toy room, the numbers and letters marked should belong to each ghost."

It is clearly written in the diary that although the criminal who kidnapped the child often beat the child or deprived him of food, he was particularly obsessed with buying toys for the child.

The prisoners kidnapped too many children. Although some would die from time to time, the number of children alive in the haunted house would basically remain at six or seven, but each child would have a lot of toys while he was alive.

There were too many toys. In order to clearly distinguish the toys, the prisoner wrote a mark on each toy.

At first it was letters, but later when letters were not enough, numbers were used.

Afro was stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Zhao Xun meant: "You mean, the total number of numbers and letters added up is the total number of ghosts?"

"I'm not 100% sure yet." Zhao Xun answered cautiously, "But the total number of ghosts will only be greater than or equal to this number, not lower than this."

The number of toys only proves the number of children who have been here.

But he only explored two rooms in the haunted house in total, and they were both children's rooms. He couldn't be sure whether there were any kidnapped adults in the haunted house.

At least the black shadow in the corridor before looked more like an adult ghost than a child ghost.

Since there are adult ghosts, the total number of ghosts in the haunted house should be greater than the number of toys.

Hearing Zhao Xun's analysis, Afro's eyes widened: "Damn it, then this is the home of a serial murderer! The child alone is dead..."

Afro counted on his fingers, and then continued: "38 children died alone. This is so cruel!"

Zhao Xun did not express any opinions on this.

He was just thinking that he had only killed seven ghosts so far, only a fraction of the total.

There is a long way to go.

However, it had been daytime before, so perhaps most ghosts were inactive and could only be found by players to trigger them.

At night, more ghosts may appear.

After all, according to common sense, night is the home of ghosts.

He can look forward to seeing more gains at night.

Zhao Xun dropped the diary in his hand and said to Afro: "Go to the next room."

Explosive Head recovered from the shock and followed Zhao Xun to the next room.

There are still a few screams coming from outside from time to time, sometimes it is the terrified screams of players, sometimes it is the sharp howls of ghosts.

It's quite easy to distinguish.

"I don't know what's going on with the other players," Afro looked downstairs in the corridor, "Should we meet with the others and share the information we have?"

"We'll wait until we find the third room." Zhao Xun said, having already opened the door to the third room.

Afro said "Oh" but did not object and followed Zhao Xun to the third room.

As soon as he entered, Afro's expression changed.

Immediately, he bent over and vomited.

Zhao Xun's face remained as usual, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.

This is a studio, with all kinds of paintings hanging on the four walls and on the roof.

Although the contents of those paintings are different, they are all full of killing and bloodlust.

In addition to the finished paintings, the sketches scattered on the ground were all in the same weird and bloody style.

The main colors of all the paintings are black and red. Standing in such a room, it feels like being wrapped up in these paintings, and a silent sense of oppression and suffocation comes down.

It instantly makes you feel nauseous and dizzy.

Just looking at such a scene is enough to irritate people's eyes, not to mention that there is a strong and indissoluble smell of blood in the whole room, constantly intruding on people's sense of smell.

Even Zhao Xun felt a little uncomfortable, not to mention the afro who had never seen such a bloody scene in his entire life.

Afro vomited out all the biscuits he had just eaten. After he recovered, his face was filled with heartache.

The biscuits he redeemed with his points were nothing like vomited food. What he vomited was his few points!

The only fault was that he couldn't hold it back... This time he was mentally prepared, and he would definitely be able to...

Thinking of the explosive head here, a strong smell of blood came from the nose again.

Unable to control himself, he bent over and vomited again.

Amidst the sound of Afro's vomiting, Zhao Xun picked up a piece of drawing paper on the ground and looked at it carefully, then leaned closer and smelled it.

Although the room was filled with the smell of blood, it could still be clearly distinguished that the smell came from the drawing paper.

Zhao Xun walked to an easel. There were several palettes on the ground next to it. The colors mixed on them were all red and black.

In front of these palettes, six bottles of 100 ml transparent glass jars are placed side by side.

The glass jar is full of red liquid. You can guess what's inside without opening it and smelling it.

Based on all the clues currently observed, in conclusion, the murderer should be a painter.

It's just completely different from the paints used by ordinary painters.

The murderer chose human blood.

This human blood must have been specially processed, otherwise it would not always remain fresh and red.

It should be mixed with paint when used, otherwise it won't color so well.

To be able to produce so many finished paintings, as well as so many drawings and scraps on the ground, does require a considerable number of victims.

Having said that, every painting here is painted with blood. According to the previous situation, should the painting be...

As soon as Zhao Xun's thoughts came to his mind, he saw all the paintings in the room shaking slightly.

Even the drawing papers on the ground were trembling.

The afro, who had just regained his composure, heard strange noises. He quickly wiped his mouth and turned to look.

Then his eyes widened.

He subconsciously wanted to take a breath of cold air, but halfway through, he choked on the smell of blood.

In order to prevent himself from spitting out again, he quickly covered his mouth and nose and retreated towards the door.

"Boss!" As he retreated, he did not forget to greet Zhao Xun, "Come out quickly!"

His voice was muffled in his hands and sounded a little muffled.

However, regardless of whether Zhao Xun heard clearly what the explosive head said, he originally planned to exit the room.

The moment Zhao Xun exited the door, he immediately released several super fireballs into the room.

Each fireball was larger than the stone pillars on the roadside, and it was aimed at the paintings on the four walls, the roof, and the ground.

In an instant, at least half of the paintings were on fire, and countless screams echoed in the studio, sending chills down one's spine.

Afro quickly covered his ears and held his breath, trying not to be irritated by the thick bloody smell.

He didn't want to spit it out at such a critical moment.

If a ghost manages to escape, and he is vomiting, there will be no time to react, and he will become a ghost under the ghost.

Zhao Xun added a fireball to each painting that had not yet burned.

There were more sharp screams, causing the entire studio to shake.

Players staying in various parts of the haunted house heard the sound and ran out to check the situation.

Even the three priests in the toy room couldn't help but come out to take a look.

Seeing Zhao Xun and Afro standing outside, the screams one after another in the studio were about to knock off the roof. Even a fool knew that there must be many ghosts hidden inside.

The priest wanted to get closer to find out, but he hesitated when he thought of the harsh words Zhao Xun had said to him before.

Although he wanted to be cheap, what he wanted most was to be able to return to the Endless Train alive.

If you lose your life just for the sake of that little bargain, it's not worth it.

In the end, the thought of cherishing his life defeated the mentality of taking advantage, and he did not dare to get close to Zhao Xun and Afro.

At this time, the entire studio was engulfed in flames, but Zhao Xun still threw fireballs in all directions of the studio to avoid missing anything.

In just thirty seconds, the piercing scream gradually disappeared.

[Congratulations to player Zhao Xun for successfully killing twenty-eight ghosts, earning 280 points, and 280 hours of survival time. 】

Seeing the pop-up window appear, Zhao Xun quickly withdrew the flame.

Although the burning did not last long, the entire studio was still burned to ruins.

Even the drawing board, palette and six glass bottles filled with blood were burned.

The blood in the glass bottle was scattered on the floor and burned dry.

Countless black ashes rise and fall in the room, as if they are the last dance of the souls trapped here before leaving.

Probably because the commotion this time was too loud, the players all came out to check the situation. After it calmed down, they looked at each other and simply greeted each other to gather.

Everyone walked to the studio door together.

When everyone was looking into the studio, Zhao Xun counted the heads.

Then he said: "There are nine players left in total."

Only then did the others realize the problem of the number of people. They counted the number of people and found that there were indeed only nine people left.

Three died.

Everyone's expressions became a little solemn.

It was only the first day of the game, and three players had already died.

There are still two days to go...it's hard just thinking about it.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little gloomy, and everyone fell silent.

Zhao Xun didn't want to waste time, so he took the initiative and said, "Let's share the clues we collected."

Only then did everyone come back to their senses.

"You are too calm," Xiao Qing couldn't help but muttered, "Have you never thought of holding a moment of silence for the dead players?"

Zhao Xunli ignored Xiaoqing and just looked at the other players.

"This benefactor," the man dressed as a monk met Zhao Xun's gaze and asked politely, "I wonder what happened in this studio. Can you tell us all about it?"

His attitude was sincere and no one would find it offensive.

Zhao Xun pointed at the afro: "Tell me."

Afro then honestly told everything he knew.

After hearing Afro's words, the other players looked shocked.

"So, there is a ghost in every painting in the studio?" A player dressed as a Taoist priest asked Zhao Xun, "And you burned all the ghosts to death at once?"

Zhao Xun didn't speak, just nodded.

"Damn, you're so good!" A young man with gray hair gave Zhao Xun a thumbs up, "Thanks to you entering the studio, if it had been anyone else, there might have been no trace left."

"Yes, yes," the woman holding the gray-haired man's arm looked thankful, "Fortunately I didn't meet him first, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

"You should have got a lot of points, right?" The gray-haired man looked at Zhao Xun with envy, "You can get ten points for killing a ghost."

"What? Can you get points by killing ghosts?" The priest looked shocked.

He has never killed a ghost so far, so he doesn't know how to get extra points for killing ghosts.

When he first heard the news, he was surprised and a little jealous.

Although the studio is not large and there are not many paintings in it, killing one ghost can get ten points, and ten ghosts can get one hundred points.

That’s one hundred points!

He couldn't even imagine how happy he would be if he could get one hundred points!

Otherwise, strength limits imagination.

For the current Zhao Xun, one hundred points is just ordinary, but for the current priest, it is already a "huge sum of money."

The gray-haired man looked surprised and asked the priest: "You haven't killed a ghost yet?"

He thought that everyone had killed ghosts before, so he directly told them about getting points for killing ghosts.

Everyone knows it anyway, it doesn’t matter if you say it.

He didn't expect that there was a player who didn't know that he could get points by killing ghosts, which actually surprised him.

The priest looked a little embarrassed, and for a moment he didn't know how to make amends for himself.

"At least we are sure that if there is no weapon specifically designed to kill ghosts, fire can be used to burn dead ghosts," the Taoist priest changed the subject, "This is good news."

"You are happy too early." Xiao Qing ruthlessly broke the Taoist priest's fantasy. She pointed at Zhao Xun and said, "Only his fire can burn ghosts to death, and other fires cannot do it at all."

Without waiting for the Taoist priest to refute, Xiao Qing added: "My special ability is [Fire Control]. I also tried burning ghosts, but it was of no use. Not to mention burning ghosts to death, I even did a little damage to ghosts." Not even."

Then, she looked at the priest and Xiao Lan, and pointed at the afro: "They were all present at the time and witnessed the completely different results after the fire attack between me and that man."

"Yes, Xiao Qing is right." Xiao Lan nodded, supporting Xiao Qing's statement, "At that time, Xiao Qing was caught by a ghost. At such a close distance, he shot the fireball into the ghost's body, but It has no effect at all.”

Hearing this, everyone cast a searching look at Zhao Xun.

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