The stairs are old and shaky when you step on them.
It looks like no one has maintained it, but it collects very little dust.
There were no spider webs or crawling crawlers in the corners.
so......
Is this because the details of the game scene were not done well, or does it mean that humans lived here not long ago?
Wooden mortise and tenon structure, but surprisingly tall.
The two women stayed on the second and third floors.
Ji Baizhi stopped on the fourth floor.
When Chen Jing reaches the fifth floor, there is still a way to the upper floors.
Dong Dong——
He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden handrail a few times: "Is anyone here?"
"no one there?"
"If you don't answer, take it as your default. Uncle, I'm coming in."
The silence is deep.
In the darkness, there was only an unexpected ping-pong sound downstairs.
He surveyed the environment.
The long and deep corridor spreads from the stairwell and plunges straight into the darkness.
The bald and torn carpets, like dog-gnawed ones, are like lingering branches, connecting the opposite entrance doors on both sides.
There are still blurred writings on the door, which have been worn smooth by years of ironing.
Chen Jing cautiously pushed open the door closest to him.
Crunch——
There was a swaying and piercing sound, and the squeaking scratched the ear canal.
The sour, tattered smell hit his face, choking him and forcing him to step back and cover his mouth and nose. However, the smell still stung his nasal cavity, causing him to sneeze a few times and causing pain in his ribs.
This sensory simulation is too real...
No need to.
Although being able to take off your pants in a game is fun, when it comes to pooping, it suddenly becomes disgusting.
Once he became familiar with the smell, he walked in.
The room was darker.
This made him subconsciously groping on the wall.
etc......
How could there be electric lights in a fairy world?
With this thought in mind, he touched a bulge with his hand and pressed down slightly.
"Buzzing" sound.
Dim, yellowish light emerged and filled the entire room.
Chen Jing raised his head and looked at the light source, the irregular yellow stone falling in the center of the room.
Yes, this is a game.
In short, it will not cause unnecessary trouble to players.
The house is not big.
The entrance hall is cramped and narrow, connecting the bedroom and bathroom.
Just like the feeling that the smell that rushed out of the door gave people, it was extremely dirty and sloppy inside.
Trash was strewn on the ground. There are broken pieces of wood and iron; there are also tattered clothes that have been woven with difficulty into ropes for the net; there are also some food that has not completely rotted but has been wrapped in odor and has white hair.
The bed was the only thing that looked reasonably clean.
But bedding is also stained with dark or light dirt.
He pulled out a stick and poked around.
The traces of human life are obvious.
But apart from the trash, only a few pieces of rough paper found under the pillow were of any use.
There are some words recorded on it.
"Two hundred and thirty-seven."
"Two hundred and fifty-two."
"Two hundred and fifty-five."
"One hundred fifty-five."
...
Page after page and line after line are densely written with numbers like this.
The maximum number is more than three hundred, and the minimum number even drops below one hundred.
Chen Jing calculated for a long time, neither arithmetic nor arithmetic. He racked up the remaining mathematical knowledge in his mind, but could not construct a function line.
Can't find any pattern yet.
He put the things in his arms, made sure he didn't miss anything in this room, and rushed to the second room.
It was much the same as the previous one, also filled with garbage.
It was just dirtier, with dense white dots of sesame-like maggots crawling in the cracks.
Chen Jing wrinkled his scalp and flipped through the pages with a stick.
Darkness hides most of the space.
The corridor was longer than he thought, and there were more rooms than he expected.
After turning a few corners and reaching the end, twenty-three rooms have been explored and only the last one remains.
The scale is comparable to some economical medium-sized hotels.
But more rooms doesn’t mean more gains.
This crappy game seems to be on the edge of "realism". The fully interactive and destructible scene modeling is gratifying, but it doesn't give any information at all, which is too unfriendly to players.
Bad review!
Chen Jing searched all the way and found only a rusty machete with the handle temporarily tied on.
A torch, which he had pierced himself - originally he wanted to pry off the glowing stone above the house, which was indeed possible, but the iron hoop was tightly bound and could not be cut off without tools. It's hard to exert force while hanging in the air. After trying it a few times, I had no choice but to give up.
I found the source of the fire in the seventh room and made a simple fire.
and some rough paper also with numbers written on it.
Not every house has these things of unknown meaning. There are rules to follow. The cleaner and tidier the house, the more likely it is that these papers will exist. The more sloppy and dirty the room, the less likely it is.
Push the last door open.
Apply it expertly to the wall with a single touch.
The lights weren't on.
Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat.
The last room triggered the plot?
Grumbling, something rolled from behind and hit his feet.
He lowered his head and pressed the torch.
It was a pale head, the broken neck was white, the flesh was rotten and eaten by maggots.
His eyes were wide open, the corners of his mouth were twisted up to his ears, and his smile was exaggerated.
Cardiac arrest.
What the hell!
False propaganda, right? It’s a role-playing game that focuses on horror adventures?
Reported!
Without giving some rare skins and rare props, this matter will be impossible.
Chen Jing kicked him in the head, and "poof" thick liquid splashed out.
Has become a giant.
Holding back his nausea, he turned away and walked towards the house holding the torch.
It's very unusual inside.
When the light hit him, he couldn't help but stop.
Starting from the end of the entrance hall, there were densely packed corpses. The reason why this was so certain was because they all lacked heads.
tall, short, fat and thin, all standing in the same posture.
Put your hands together, keep your forearms close together, bend the elbows at right angles, and raise them above your neck.
Under the shining dark yellow firelight, there is unexpectedly a holy and neat beauty.
Gulu.
Chen Jing swallowed.
He held the torch high and raised his head sharply.
Heads, with their hair tied up, hang from the ceiling.
They were all the same as the head I saw at the beginning, with wide eyes and a grin from ear to ear.
They seemed to laugh out loud.
"Gurgling", crisp and hearty, and endless.
It echoed in my ears.
Crunch——
The door suddenly closed.
Lobby.
Yu Tonghui collected a lot of broken wood and lit a bonfire.
Bright and warm.
Ji Baizhi jumped down from the stairs, his face turned pale.
"Senior Brother Ji, are you back?" Jiang Queer greeted warmly.
Ji Baizhi took a long breath, walked quickly, sat down by the campfire, and looked at him: "Brother Yu Yu is not back yet?"
"I heard that you seemed to have fallen upstairs. What happened to you?" Yu Huanzhen asked casually.
Ji Baizhi's expression was complicated: "When I was searching the first room, I heard Brother Universe yelling, saying that there was no one there."
"I was frightened and accidentally tripped."
Jiang Que'er held his breath and spat out in confusion: "He really doesn't act according to common sense."
"Do you think his real name is that?" Yu Tonghui poked at the bonfire, and the flames rose several feet high as he spoke.
Yu Huanzhen shook his head: "Probably not."
"The four directions above and below are called the universe, and from ancient times to the present, they are called the universe. That 'Universal Thunderbolt Invincible' should be a nickname, just like 'The Ruthless Sword Xue Lei' and 'Ten Directions Worry Tian Guang'."
"As for the Tyrannosaurus Warrior..."
Ji Baizhi continued: "I heard the senior brothers in the sect say that before the Desolation Period, mortals who defended their homes and countries were called warriors."
"So his real name is Tyrannosaurus?" Jiang Que'er swayed and concluded.
The three nodded affirmatively.
Yes, that must be the case!
Although Tyrannosaurus does not sound like a personal name, it is much better than that long list.
"What do you think of him?" Yu Huanzhen nodded and asked.
"Out of tune, frivolous!" Yu Tonghui gritted his teeth, "There's no way you can expose someone's shortcomings right away."
Ji Baizhi thought thoughtfully: "I think he has an innocent heart and is not familiar with the world. He is a bit straight-hearted, but he has no malice."
Jiang Que'er held up her head and said, "She is quite good-looking, but her brain feels..."
She was talking.
Suddenly someone interrupted: "I take back the second half of the sentence, but the first half is still very pertinent. I like it."
The four of them were startled.
Jiang Que'er jumped up and stared at behind him in horror.
Chen Jing sat there calmly and calmly, carrying a big baggage on his back.
Jiang Que'er was horrified, her voice was trembling, her cheeks were hot, and two clouds appeared: "You, how did you show up!"
"What does showing up mean?" Chen Jing unpacked his bag and put it down.
Jiang Queer took a deep breath and calmed down a lot: "When did you come back?"
"When Little Shota said I was frivolous." Chen Jing replied seriously.
Yu Tonghui was ashamed and annoyed, and lowered his head: "Brother Tyrannosaurus, I, um, I didn't mean that, I wanted to say..."
"Oh, it's okay." Chen Jing waved his hands, "I am a frivolous man, and your evaluation is very pertinent. I praise you for your discerning eyes."
Yu Tonghui buried her head lower.
The simple morality of young people.
Let him secretly speak ill of people behind their backs, and face the fact that the rightful owner overhears him, and he wants to dig a hole to bury himself.
