Chapter 209: Not mentally ill but also forced to become mentally ill
“Is this a living person or a dead person?” Chun Hei cautiously approached the wheelchair.
In the cramped corridor, a bare-chested bald man sat slumped in his seat. His skinny body could tell how much suffering he had suffered here.
The surrounding walls have turned yellow, and there is a large puddle of wet water on the ground, and the blood that has not been cleaned can be faintly seen.
As soon as he got closer, the bald head like dry wood twitched slightly.
“Ah!!—” Pure Black took a big step back. He was really about to have a nervous breakdown from this place.
There are no windows here, and the light in the corridor is weak and dim, highlighting the malnourished skin of the bald man and his twitching from time to time.
As you get closer, you can still hear the man in the wheelchair breathing heavily, short and heavy.
The end of this narrow corridor was blocked by debris and wooden boards. There was a lighted room at the end, which was also the only way at the end of the corridor.
His mood changed from fear to irritability, and looking at the room not far away, he became restless and desperate again.
He leaned against the wall and tried his best not to touch the bald man in the wheelchair. He held his breath and walked forward, for fear of waking him up.
There was no door to the room in front of him. As soon as he stood at the door, he saw two bald men staring directly in the direction of the TV.
Pure Hei's toes and fists clenched at the same time at this moment. He had never seen such a horrifying scene. The two bald heads sitting on the sofa did not turn their heads to look at Pure Hei on his left side. They always stared at The TV screen in front of me.
Chun Hei took a breath of air and followed the gazes of the two people.
The TV screen was flashing with white snowflakes, and there was nothing on the screen. There was a large pool of blood splashing on the tilted screen, like the heat wave that flew out after someone cut his throat.
The two bald heads on the sofa kept looking at the screen, motionless.
“CNM! Fake!” Chun Hei couldn’t help but swear. At this point, he fully understood what neurosis was.
‘I’ll do it! I got goosebumps. ’
‘I’d rather they chase me and beat me. Why is this person so motionless looking at a pool of splattered blood? ’
‘Did the old thief really have no mental problems when he made this game? ’
‘The young master has been standing motionless at the door... He must have been frightened...'
‘Barrage protection, barrage protection! ’
‘I need a dense mass, I need a dense barrage! ’
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"Ahem..." When he breathed again, Pure Black couldn't help coughing twice.
The next second, the cough turned into a muffled sound because he covered his mouth.
Fortunately, his cough did not attract the attention of the two people in front of him.
"I just remembered something. Fortunately, I didn't play in holographic mode." Pure Black took a breath of fear.
“I wonder if those who are playing in holographic mode and collecting sounds here will make these people turn around.”
He remembered that the old thief had added a sound collection function to the game console.
At first, everyone just used this function to increase the difficulty of the game for themselves in hunting games.
But now, everyone suddenly remembered that if this function is involuntarily turned off, it will always be turned on.
Mainly for previous soul games, even with this feature, it will not affect my gaming experience.
Ye Feng did make some small changes to the game. For example, when playing in the holographic mode, the sound of the player's speaking and breathing will attract the attention of monsters.
It increases the difficulty of some games.
But some locations have not been changed.
Yinzi's game has now progressed to this point. In order to ease the scary atmosphere, he is talking loudly to the barrage, trying to mediate his discomfort.
He was also frightened by this strange combination.
He was a little bolder than Pure Black. He took two steps forward and found someone squatting in the corner of the sofa with his knees in his arms, in the blind spot of his sight.
“To be honest, I wasn’t even afraid when the fat man talked in my ear and grabbed me.”
“I’m really scared when I see these three things now.” Yinzi had already walked up to one of them. The man kept his eyes open and stared at the screen splattered with blood.
“Made, you’re mentally ill!” Yinzi stood in front of several people and couldn’t help but cursed.
Because the three people just looked at the screen splattered with blood and ignored him at all.
In holographic mode, he could even feel the calm breathing of the three people.
In holographic mode, there is a small menu bar in the upper right corner of the field of view, where anchors can view relevant data, as well as the information light curtain emitted by the barrage.
‘Boss! Your game mic is not turned off! ’
‘What the old thief made is really, more or less, less humane. ’
‘I used to think that this function was awesome. When hunting, the prey can sense your true state. ’
‘I’m numb, I’m really numb! ’
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“What’s wrong if my game mic is not turned off?” Yinzi didn’t react at the first moment until he turned his head and saw those three things that were neither human nor ghosts.
He thought about the impact of sound collection on game content, and recalled that he seemed to have just cursed a lunatic in front of these three things.
Silence, dead silence, and the chill that rose up from the soles of my feet in hindsight.
At this moment, he stopped talking.
What made him feel numb the most was that no matter whether he walked by in front of them, or spoke or cursed in front of them, he never let these three focus their attention and vision on him.
“Grass…” He did not turn off the sound collection function, because since he was going to experience a horror game, he definitely wanted to experience it better.
He stopped talking, and the live broadcast room became quiet. Except for the sound of short and rapid breathing, there were the sounds of characters walking in the game and the sound of clothes rubbing together.
There is a door sealed with wooden boards at the back of the room, and there is a gap under the wooden boards that can be drilled through.
Yinzi quickly got through it, and then he felt that the oppressive atmosphere became a lot more relaxed.
He looked around and saw the man in the wheelchair again.
“Grass!” He cursed softly. This time, he really felt the echo of his words in the corridor.
He thought it was the echo of voices in the room until he realized the game microphone was off.
After realizing that the game's sound collection system was not turned off, he glanced behind him in horror. The three psychopaths still weren't attracted by the sound of his voice.
The person in the wheelchair on the right didn't move either.
“Made, you are really sick!”
Here, Yinzi feels that he is the crazy one.
(End of this chapter)