"Dong dong dong!"
"Open the door, the community is sending warmth, and your grandpa Qian Wanhao is here."
"As a warm and healing game."
"Here are grandpa Qian Wanhao who likes to knock on doors and greet people, a gloomy JK girl holding a black umbrella on the roadside, and a naughty and hungry child who likes to eat randomly."
"Entering here, you will forget all your worries..."
Late at night, Hi Ge, a game anchor with tens of millions of fans on the Internet, accidentally downloaded a small game called "Healing Life".
At first he entered the game with disdain.
"Tsk, it's just a small game worth tens of gigabytes, what fun can it have?"
"I am a senior horror game anchor. If it weren't for the strong request from my fans and friends, how could I have played this kind of retirement game played by children?"
……
Five minutes later, there was a scream.
Under the stunned witness of hundreds of thousands of fans in the live broadcast room.
This anchor, who has experienced countless severe horror games, was so frightened that he burst into tears.
"Fuck you, designer, you are such a liar, you tricked people into killing them!"
"What about the warm and healing game we promised? Why is it that my body is so cold as soon as I enter the game?"
"And why is the kind and kind old man in the introduction covered with corpse spots? Tell me, what are those JK girls and hungry children?"
"Healing life, that's how you make me depressed, right?"
