Virtual Reconstruction Game

That's right, it's me again, here I am again. Stop talking, there will be delicious food after you finish the game. This game has been released so slowly that it is only now in its third edition. I waited for a long time, just to see what happened to him, but then I turned my head away stubbornly, not listening, not looking, not caring. I didn't expect to wait and wait, wait and wait, wait and wait. He just came out now, it was so difficult for him to come out. He finally came out, can I stop playing? Of course not. Then let's get started. A brief opening, then a late-night bar. I'm standing behind the bar. I looked forward and saw the ambiguous light. I turned around and looked back. A dazzling wine cabinet and several glasses. They all look different, but I can't recognize anything. I am actually a very ignorant person. I don't know what these things are called, I don't know what they are supposed to do, and I don't know how they are supposed to be used. Actually, if I didn't play games, I wouldn't necessarily have the knowledge I have now. Knowledge is everywhere. Not necessarily limited to the classroom. I know how to live and learn. So here I am. But the learning process did not become beautiful. If I don't like it, I just don't like it. If I don't want to learn it, I just don't want to learn it. Seeing these things makes me sick to my stomach. Fortunately, I still like wine very much. I prefer flower wine and good wine. So I persisted with this theme. I triggered the task to make the wine the guests needed. Too bad, I don't know anything. Is there a tutorial for this? I was thinking, a guest came in. This customer looks different from me. He was covered with scales and seemed to be green. His head was the head of a snake, and his eyes were not big at all. His appearance makes people think that he is not sober. Is he wearing a white suit? I don't quite recognize it. He said to me, hello, I need a scapegoat. No, I heard it wrong. The quantifier he said was cup. Okay, that means I'm going to make this wine. I am very confused, is there really such a wine? Or is there really a wine with such a name? The system prompts me to intercept the subtask and prepare a cup of scapegoat. Tell me what the scapegoat is. Tell me! I just wanted to grab that system, take it out and beat it up. When I was helpless, the second guest came in. This second guest is a huge conch. Compared with me, he seems bigger than me. He has no human characteristics at all, he just looks like a conch. I looked at him with a spiral of panic. He seems to be a rope that has been loosened and twisted into a ball. The opening is at the bottom, and the top is pointed. It moves in very slowly. I don't understand why my heart beats a little faster when I look at him. Fear or surprise. My mind seems a little unclear. I wanted to hit the system just now, and now I want to hit this conch. The conch looks easy to fight. I don't know if it will crack if I step on it. If I punch him, will there be cracks? It's really confusing. Please make a cup of justice. This is the second prompt from the system. This is another subtask. But Conch didn't say a word, it seemed like he couldn't say a word. I looked at him for a while and then looked back. The third guest came in. He was a crab wearing a school uniform. He said with difficulty, I want a glass of wine of revenge. The voice seemed to be that of a girl, not a man. But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he is a boy or a girl, he looks like a crab now, and he is still wearing a school uniform. I just assumed they were all men. This way it is easier to identify and address. Hey! The main reason is that it is easier to remember. System prompts, revenge. The fourth guest came in again. It was a greyhound with a peaked cap. The peaked cap is a bit low, but his eyes are still exposed, hidden in the shadows, giving people a chilling feeling. I don't know why, he feels more like a snake than a snake to me. He has an unruly temperament all over him. He made me think that he was a little gangster who spent his time on the streets, and he was of the same nature as a gangster. I actually don't look down on anyone, I also respect gangsters, but gangsters are still a little different from people in other professions. At least people from other professions won't wander the streets all day long, won't be found early in the morning, and won't look like that. How should I put it? His temperament makes people feel like he can roll up his sleeves and start a fight at any time. From this point of view, I still prefer them. Wait a minute, nothing good seems to happen when you meet a gangster, so I won't be able to like him. So my attitude is contradictory. I like them while avoiding them. In this way, I rarely see gangsters. I didn't expect to meet Na Na and take a few more looks here today. Actually, I really want to get close to them. I heard him say a glass of beer. Look, I just want a beer. It's completely different from the others. It's so likable. I like customers who are unpretentious and straightforward. Whatever you want, just say I don't know how to do it, and do it yourself, or tell me how to do it. It's okay, but they just won't do it. This is different. I like it. I declare now, Gouzi, you have successfully attracted my attention. I watched him drink that glass of beer and the scene changed. The task appears, go to 601 to collect debt. I am on the sixth floor in a corridor. The corridor of an apartment on the sixth floor. There are cracks in the ceiling above my head, and the walls are dusty with ball prints, shoe prints, handprints and all kinds of dirt. There are a lot of things piled up in the corridor, containers, broken wood. Baseball bat! This is a weapon that can be attacked. It still has blood stains on it, but it looks old, a bit shabby, and not expensive at all. It's the kind of thing you can get by buying it casually. I kicked away the stones at my feet, walked around the shoe cabinet on the road, and walked to the baseball bat. I looked around and saw no one around, so I squatted down and picked it up. The thing is in hand, the stick is mine. Although it is not as good as a crowbar, it can be used as a physical holy sword. But this thing can also be used for self-defense. I think it's good. I entered the door according to the task prompts. I walked into the door of 601. There is a decadent man in this house. He looked like he drank a lot, slept all day, and didn't clean the house. There is rubbish everywhere and the house is smelly and dirty. I covered my nose and approached him, holding the crowbar tightly in my hand. He said that he had no money to repay the debt. I didn't believe it, and I wasn't willing to accept it. I walked around the room and looked at the man again. The man's body became transparent, and there was a golden thing shining on his neck, with three words written on it. When I saw it, I knew that this thing could be used to pay off debts. I wanted to grab it directly, but I was worried that I was not strong enough, so I said to him, give me the thing around your neck. He pretended to be deaf and said he didn't know what I was talking about. I was a little angry and I said fine. The task gives a hint, grab it. I hit him on the head with a stick and he fell to the ground. He didn't faint, blood was flowing from his head, and he struggled to hide back. I smell the alcohol and feel a little sick. Anger arose in his heart, and evil grew in his guts, and he grabbed his neck with one hand. My hands grabbed his neck, and I almost strangled him, but he struggled and kicked me away. He didn't die. I got angry and added a stick. He finally fell to the ground motionless, and then he opened his eyes and begged me with tears not to take this thing away, saying that it was the last bit of money their family had. He looked so pitiful, so pitiful that it made me feel like a sinner. He can only make me more angry. The consequence of my anger is to take away his things. The task prompt asked me to leave here, so I took my things and walked down. On the fifth floor, there was a man and woman eating each other. I glanced at them, speeded up, and rushed downstairs. When I walked to the first floor, the man who was begging me just now fell to the ground with a bang and turned into a puddle of meat paste. Bones and flesh were mixed together, and he didn't look like a human being at all. I didn't know what this was, but it shocked me. I felt frightened and panicked about this, and I quickly left here, but it is undeniable that I had some secret joy in my heart. I feel happy, I think he deserves it, I think he should die, I think it would be best for him to die, it would be great to die right away, especially in front of me, at least I can be sure that he is really dead. Instead of running away. I felt a little ashamed of it, and then the little bit of displeasure quickly disappeared. I returned to the bar again, and there was an extra cocktail in front of me. The name of this cocktail was Scapegoat, and the man just now was the Scapegoat. Okay, I can hand over the business. Who asked for this glass of wine? I don't remember. So I looked around. A big cuckoo came in outside the door. This is a cuckoo bird. It is reddish, a bit like rose-red feathers. It spreads out messily on its body, and some of them are tilted up and ridged. It was wearing net-like clothes and looked like it had escaped after being caught by a hunter. He reminded me of a bird caught in a net by a hunter in the forest. Throw yourself into a trap? Maybe he just likes the feeling of being trapped. I don't know, but he told me to have a drink to lighten the load. What did you pick up? What the hell is rich? It's strange, it's strange, what do they want, and why do they want such strange wine. I believe it. I can't learn anything about alcohol here. The wind chime rang again, and a big lizard wearing a black shirt came outside. He came in standing and was also bigger than me. The color is dark, with patterns, and it has a bite of small flying insects. He told me that he wanted to indulge. I looked at this, looked at that, and scratched my head. I have no idea at all, what should I do? I thought about it and passed the scapegoat cup to the snake in the custom-made clothes. He looked very satisfied, very polite and distant, and took the wine without saying a word to me. I feel a little lost and a little unhappy. The bar disappeared again and I came to an office with only one man working overtime. It's night here. This man is sitting there with a bald head and a beer belly, typing on his keyboard anxiously. He was so anxious that he was sweating all over. He didn't know what was going on. He saw me, then turned his head, stared at me angrily, and asked me why the mistake had reached him. I don't know if it was his accent or my hearing problem, I thought he was talking about disclosure. I looked at the panel provided by the system and read it out according to the above words. I'm trying to persuade him to plead guilty. He stared at me with disgust, with hatred in his eyes. He said he didn't want to admit it, he said he wouldn't admit it, he said the evidence would point to me, he said he would bite me out. Of course I was angry, and what I said was more genuine. Even though I know this is just a game, it doesn't stop me from mobilizing my emotions for it. And I found that here, even if I get angry and violent, I will not be ejected, fainted, discovered, or caught and locked up. I am even more unscrupulous. I stared at this man and sneered, I persuaded him, ridiculed him, despised him, and seduced him. Coercion and inducement, I have exhausted these four words. I succeeded. No matter what the reason was, he agreed. I returned to the bar again, with warm lights and soothing music, and I felt relaxed. I wanted to give myself a glass of wine, but I didn't know how it tasted and whether I would get drunk after drinking it, so I didn't do it. Especially in a game, if you do something that does not meet the requirements of the game, it is still unknown whether you can continue the game. I got myself under control and I'm happy about it. I got a new glass of wine, and his name is Burden Reduction. I handed the glass of wine to the big cuckoo who came later. This seems to be an older woman. She used a lot of cosmetics on her face, and the smell on her body was pungent and strange. I didn't like it very much. I always felt that there was a smell of dust around her, like a teacher's blackboard. A gust of wind blew the chalk dust into my nose, eyes, and hit my face. I want to cough, my throat is itchy, and I feel very uncomfortable, but there is really no way to solve the problem. I had no choice but to be patient, but this kind of patience was sad and painful. I handed her the burden reduction. She became drunk after drinking it. I have an idea of ​​wanting to find something in her. The system also supports me in doing this. The snake drank the wine and was still sticking out its tongue. I looked at the guests around me. They seemed indifferent. I turned over and touched the feathers and clothes of the big cuckoo. I found a piece of paper from here. On the paper is an agreement for the sale of human beings. This paper represents the bird selling her sibling, perhaps a sister. I have no idea about her family affairs at all. I think there is something else about her that I haven't found out yet. So I turned it over, almost dropping it on the floor, and then I found a bottle of Bliss. I think this thing is like cola water. If you drink it, you will feel blissful. But I scanned the people around me, and they were still indifferent. That is to say, this thing is not what they want. I thought I was stuck. I felt a little panicked, as another big rat entered the door. I wanted to hit him with a stick, but then I found that I didn't have a stick in my hand. I took my hand back a little disappointed, picked up a wine bottle, and shook it. This wine bottle is a bit heavy, so it should be able to hit it. If it hits a mouse from a distance, there will be no problem with a bloody head. I looked at the mouse. Two fetching ears and one sharp mouth. The slender tail almost drags to the door. The two claws are thin, short, small and weak, and are close to the chest, as if they cannot be stretched at all. A suit of gray fur. The nails are black, thick, sharp and sharp, and they look like they have accumulated a lot of mud. He smelled of vomit and fermented alcohol. It seemed like he had just rolled out of the sewer and rushed out. I don't know why, but it makes me a little nauseous and makes me lose interest in food afterward. This is so terrible. If there is no food, what am I doing here? If I don't want to eat, if I have no desire to eat at all. So what am I doing here? My panic is even worse than when the man died just now. I couldn't help but frown, and I looked at the mouse. I handed him the bottle of bliss. He seemed very dissatisfied and glared at me. I wanted to take it back, but he opened the bottle and drank it all. I took my hand back again. He said he wanted to tip me, he just said, I was very angry. The system prompted me to get more tips, but I got nothing. I am even more angry. He said he had done something big, and I asked if I could join? He said he couldn't tell. Okay, if you don't say it, don't say it. What's the point? I don't have a problem with you pretending to be a ghost, so why are you trying to impress me? It's terrible, it's terrible, I feel even worse. Then he handed me a card and said to me, if you are really short of money, you understand and I understand. I took a look and found a lending company with a somewhat complicated name. I don't want to borrow money. Once I borrow money, I have to pay off the debt for others. When I think about that future, I hate my current life even more. I just can't stand it anymore. I really don't understand why this game makes me so uncomfortable. Actually, there is nothing to be afraid of. Except for that piece of flesh and blood, it is dirty, disgusting and straightforward. Too straightforward. So I can't accept it. In comparison, it seems that even cooking your own hands in the kitchen is no big deal. The big mouse left, he said he made a big deal and I didn't care. But he left a new glass of wine, this thing is called indulgence, I gave it to the big lizard in black clothes. He drank the wine and I went to the kitchen. This is a very beautiful kitchen that ordinary people cannot have, except for the painting on the wall that I find hard to accept. Everywhere else is good. At least in my opinion, it's much better than what I've been through. I thought I should be a little envious myself. Or not even a little bit envious. I walked a few steps, and a new prompt popped up, asking me to get a cup of tea that was so delicious that I could pass out

"It is said that the second edition of the wonderful world of horror games has been released." "No, you still want to go?" "You don't want to go? I think you had a lot of fun playing it last time." "That's not the point, I really don't want to go." "Why not Want to go? Have you become less courageous? Didn't you say you like playing horror games the most? This is the best, but you don't want to go." You really don't want to go? I can treat you to something." "What is it?" "Then you want to eat hot pot? You want to eat skewers, drink milk tea, and eat mochi, right? Is it you?" "... I can't help you, okay, I'll just go with you once, we agreed, this is the last time. If it weren't for the fact that you are my friend, I won't go if anyone invites me." "Okay, okay, hahaha! Okay. Since you said so, I will definitely treat you as a good friend. I will treat you to whatever you want." "I want to ask whether you should eat first, eat first, or eat while playing." Of course, I eat it after playing. " "Why? I thought it was before playing. Otherwise, who would want to eat after playing the game? I want to vomit. " "It's your business to vomit. I don't want to vomit. I just want to eat after playing the game. What if you just eat and leave?" "Okay, okay, let's go, let's go now." "Why are you so anxious all of a sudden? Isn't it okay to eat anytime?" "It's the same thing recently. It will be very troublesome if I get caught. And I have some time off after the exam. Why not do it as soon as possible without homework? " "Okay, I believe you, I will be ready, come with me." You are really well prepared. Oil painting hospital. This is the newly opened version. It doesn't look the same as the last one. I'm not talking about the style of painting, I'm talking about why he suddenly became warm and harmonious? Hey, where are the people? Oh, this is still a single-player template. If you are alone. Why do you want to play with me? Join in the fun, or just enjoy the atmosphere? Forget it, I will sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman and do my part. It seems like you want to paint, right? Let me take a look at the prompts. Well, that's right. You must first find all the accessories. You need brushes, paints, and drawing boards, and you have to paint by yourself. But I can't draw. It's a little difficult. No rush. Since you are looking for something, let's enter the first room from the corridor. I thought so. I rushed in with confidence. I thought I would see a very underworld scene. The result seems not to be. It seems to be true this time, not a lie. There is still sunshine. This white wall and white bed go well with the sunshine. It's just like that... What I want to see the most when I go to the hospital to give flowers to patients. It has a unique atmosphere. It is said that there were idol dramas in the past. Their hero and heroine met in the hospital, and then one was lying on the hospital bed, and the other was holding the fresh flowers he bought and wanted to put them in the bottle beside the bed. The sun shines in from the window, making it warm. That's the feeling. It's just a little messy here. No one. There are no good-looking paintings either. There are no patients who are said to specialize in assisting. What a pity. No, I'm not here to watch the show. I'm here to find something. Then let me see there are two pieces of paper, one black and one white. Black, strangely black. Extra white. Don't think this is nonsense. I look at the black one and it seems like it can take off some color and stain it on your hand. I don't want to touch it, just because it's black. As for the white one? I actually don't like it either, generally this color is the easiest to get dirty. As long as white clothes are worn, they will get dirty immediately. You have to choose one of these two. Which one will you choose? I picked here and there, but couldn't pick one out. I held out a finger. Start from left to right. Point your troops and your generals to the monks. The monk's girl is the most beautiful. Okay, that's it, black. I always feel like something bad is going to happen, let me take a breath. Okay, come on. Woo! So sad, so sad, so sad. How could there be such a sad thing? How could there be such a sad thing in the world? It hurts me to death, it hurts me to death, it hurts me to death. I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Save me, save me, save me! ...... It made me speechless. How could there be such a disgusting thing in the world? How can they talk like this? Why are they so annoying? Why are they so disgusting? Why do they say that? Nonsense, all nonsense. I don't listen, I don't listen to a word you say, you are all bastards chanting sutras. You just want to fool me, you just want to lie to me, bah. I cried to death. I wiped my face, my face was full of tears. This thing is great as a tear gas. There may be something wrong with my brain. Not only did I not learn the lesson, but I directly reached out and touched the white paper. I didn't even hesitate this time. It feels really good this time. It's not that others are praising me. It's that sense of atmosphere. Although there are no atmospheric beauties here, there are atmospheric drawing papers! It is indeed very warm and fits the environment here very well. But I'm still not happy. It is usually very sad, and it is quite difficult to suddenly feel happy afterwards. I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. I think what they said makes sense, but I still doubt it. I think this atmosphere is really good, but I still think they are insincere. I think this kind of happiness is rare, but I can't empathize with it. It's just sad, very sad. It's neither crying nor laughing. I picked up the black paper and left. I agreed that this would be my last game and I would never go back on my word next time. Children's wards and brushes. There are exquisite brushes that make me upset when I see them. I still haven't learned my lesson. I found the broken brush. I didn't feel anything. I thought I was finally lucky and felt very happy. Then I glued it up. Good guy. This is not something that can be solved by a shock. This is a bolt of lightning hitting from the top of the head. Why do you cry so easily? I'm so angry! Why are they dictating my affairs? Why are they so outsiders guiding experts? Why are they so shameless? Is it because the left's face is torn to the right? One side is shameless, the other side is shameless. It makes me sick. I wanted to let go, but found that my hand was a little bent and seemed like I couldn't separate it. This is God's will! I took a look at that delicate brush and wanted to touch it tentatively. So he stretched out his other hand. Probably the feeling of alternating current passing through the body. I suspected that I was having electric shock, and I was shaking and crying at the same time. That's too funny. But I couldn't laugh anymore. Still those annoying words. What is useful and what is valuable? Do you decide my value? Do you think I am the pork weighing in the vegetable market? How much does it cost per pound? It's useless or not. Even if I get the pen and the pen into your hands, I won't bother to use it for you. You have no ability yourself, do you want to blame me? You can think of Meiha. It is absolutely impossible to pass the blame to me. I shook it twice. The paintbrush fell off. So I walked away carrying the black paper and the broken pen. The third one has a blue background. Like a business ward. I really suspect that the person living in this room does not want to see a doctor, he just wants to work and change places. Is this the world of workaholics? Is this the world of big guys? As expected, I am not worthy. Let me see what good things are here? Here is the drawing board. On one side is a high-end hand-painted board. One is a wooden easel. I looked and looked and finally touched the wooden one. This wooden one looks very nice. I don't like mechanical ones, which are hard and can cause a bump if I'm not careful. And the fine ones are very expensive. If you are not careful, they will fall apart, if you are not careful, they will be damaged. If you are not careful, they will cost money to repair. Why do you think it is expensive? Because it is delicate. Do you think it can be done without practicing? Then don't even think about using it. That's how bad it is. You said you can't spend money to buy something better? It's so easy for you to say. If I had money, would I still play games for fun? I let people create a game specifically for me to play, and let people pay money to play my game. Why am I still killing time here? It really makes me angry just thinking about it. Where is the wood? Tow it away and that's it. This seems really good. It feels wonderful! It seems like I am soaking in a hot spring. Is this a wonderful wooden structure? So cute! Gone, gone. The fourth room? There are a lot of instruments here, which look very expensive at first glance. They have been used for a long time and look a bit shabby. Is it for physical examination or mental examination? What about paint and eraser? Show me where the good stuff is? It seems not found. No way, can't I find it? Then am I going to get stuck? This can't be done. It would be too boring to just quit. I have come this far, is it too much for you to ask me to quit? What if I quit and my friend didn't quit, and I left earlier than her, she would ask me as soon as she opened her eyes, have you passed the test? What do I say? As expected, I'd better keep at it. Let me look for it. I almost searched the whole room, but still couldn't find it. No, no, am I really going to get stuck here? This won't work. Too tired, let me rest. As soon as I got into bed, before I could even close my eyes, the surroundings became dark. This piece of black is like ink. Very corrosive. I was scared and lost something and it was gone. I suspect it will be more painful if I go in, and I don't want to wear a pain mask yet. What should I do? Do you have a knife? Do you have a knife? It seems there really is. But why am I here? Or a scalpel. Should I perform surgery on myself? Just outrageous. Maybe some people can really do it, but I can't. Oh, no, these darkness faded. I live. Great, great, I have to go. Leap up and run away. Cross your legs and leave quickly. Almost ran out of the afterimage, although I knew there wasn't. It's a waste of time if you don't win. Is this the fifth room? It seems a little safer here. But I think there should be no safe place here. Here are analgesics and hemolysers. As a result, I don't know what's going on with the thing here, it seems like there is a nail. I stretched out my hand, good guy. From the wrist to the shoulder, a strip of blood was drawn out for me. Quite deep. Let me see. Oh, it's only a centimeter or two, and the blood is gushing out. I'm a little silly, but it doesn't hurt too much. Just afraid. I won't bleed to death in the game. It would be so embarrassing to die. What to do, what to do, what to do? Look for something, find something. Can't find it... Where are the brushes and paper easel? Sorry, my friend. Let me use it. Just think of it as toilet paper and help me wipe away the blood. Hope it's useful. Something seems wrong. Oops, I can't control myself. No, no, what kind of forced plot is this? Or is it a plot kill? No, I seem to be painting. I am not the one who draws. I can't draw at all. I can pat my chest and say that as long as I can draw, the clouds in the sky can come down and make fish. But this painting is pretty good. It was definitely not drawn by me. Okay, I get it, this is the ending. I hope to draw a better-looking one. This seems to be a person. This seems to be me. Isn't this my self-portrait? It shouldn't be, it's too scary. It turns out that this is the ultimate move. I'm going out, I'm going out, out, out! This guy doesn't look like me. Wait. I know, this is another me. It's definitely not me, I'm not like that. Hey hey hey... Hot pot barbecue, mochi skewers, milk tea, ice cubes, sand cakes, here I come. "You came out so early." "Can we go out to eat now?" "How can you still want to eat after playing games?" "But didn't we agree to eat after playing games?" "At least we need to wait a while. Didn't you feel it for a while? " "What does it feel like?" "Self-portrait, the feeling of inner analysis." "What you said is too profound, I can't understand it." "Is it possible that you haven't passed the level?" "I didn't know. Dao, I didn't read it." "It's not a question of whether you can read it or not." "So what? You read the guide and it's done." "You can see that I'm not stuck." "That's right. With your intelligence and talent, it will definitely not be a problem for you." "Having said all that, when are we going to have some tea?" "Okay, I understand, let's go now." "Okay!" "You little greedy cat-foodie."

"There is a game that is very popular recently, do you know?" "What game? It can't be one of those crappy stuff." "No, it's a horror game. And it's not produced by Philips." "It's not a big game. Can a small company make something good? Don't be stupid and believe everything." "Which one?" "Wait, you said it's a horror game. ? Could it be-" "The Blood Mist Apartment in the Wonderful World!" "Damn it, I was going to go there. It's all your fault that I didn't get there." "I really like it. The anchor. He went to play. I saw that it didn't look very scary. " "Now?" "Of course." I walked on the road with my schoolbag on my back. The two of them walked in front of me. I thought about it. That game is indeed very popular recently. My family doesn't have much money, and I don't have much money in my hands. I looked through my wallet and really couldn't find two dollars. I didn't even want to go. After all, you have to save money. But after hearing what they said, I felt that I couldn't go. Everyone knows it. What if I don't play such a popular game and it will be removed from the shelves in the future? This is a game that can be played one day at a time. It's still a horror game, who knows when it will be gone? I really should go there once. At worst, just play for a while. Should be no problem? Although I have always been afraid of these things. The gods and ghosts are the most troublesome. Burn incense to be willing, burn paper to pay back money. Kowtow after three steps, kneel down after five steps, and bow to the ground after ten steps. Up the mountain and down the mountain, back and forth. I would rather believe that something exists than something that doesn't exist. You may not believe it, but you cannot be disrespectful. I have a reasonable suspicion that all my recent misfortunes are due to standing by while burning incense. Horror games are a good way to vent your emotions. I should try it. Although I don't have money, I can borrow it. Determined, I started looking for a place to log in. This is a newly opened game and I don't have an account. Register first and then start the game. Welcome to the wonderful world. This game says that it can release emotions, and it also says that it can regain the experience of being a human being. It's really strange. Am I not considered a human being now? Is it really possible to release emotions? The key point is indeed here. I waited in silence. I am in the corridor of an apartment building. It is indeed the Blood Mist Apartment. Thick fog fills every corner. I looked around, my eyes filled with blood. There is indeed a chandelier overhead. Looking at that thing swinging around, I wanted to pick up a stone and smash it into pieces. It doesn't light up... Is there a switch? I groped on the wall for a while. There seems to be nothing here. It feels dirty to the touch. A sticky layer. When I opened my hands, I saw they were oily and red. The hot pot base is not red like chili oil. This thing is like a stain on the edge of an oil bottle that has never been cleaned in the kitchen. It feels like a piece of sugar has melted and stuck to your hands. I put my fingers together and moved tentatively. As expected, layer after layer of spiderweb-like threads were pulled up between my fingers. My thoughts drifted to brushed cheese inexplicably. It is said that it is very delicious. And it's yellow. Isn't it similar? I'm hungry. There is a kitchen here. It seems you can still cook. I took one last look at the chandelier and jumped up to hit it. Although the thing was big and stupid, it was still a bit high. I didn't hit the edge. It's still shaking. It's shaking even harder than before. How annoying. I followed the instructions. Follow the recipe. It is indeed a big elbow. Oily and tender. Fat and thick. Soft and spongy. What a big one. I put it in the pot. I'm actually not hungry. Normally I don't like eating my own meat. But this stuff smells so good! I bit my own tongue. The pain was so painful that I felt like bleeding all of a sudden. The process seems to be eaten. I reached out to pick it up. An arm is really missing. But I can't even raise one hand. I can't even lift it. I can't drag it away, what should I do? Eating in the kitchen? The environment here is also too dark. Old people often say that you don't turn on the light when eating, you have to feed it into your nose. I can't eat with my nose. What if I have to expose what fell in and eat it? Huluhulu smells so good! This stuff is really fragrant. I'm hungry, I'm dying. I'm so hungry. Oh, I can definitely eat. Then eat this thing. But it turned into a rotten human hand. Cannot eat. I don't care what it looks like, it's all fake and I want to eat it. I ate it all. Oh - I vomited it all. I actually quit. There is a shadow in my heart, and I don't want to go in again. Woooooooo-Am I playing the game or is it playing? !

I've run out of manuscripts. 😭

I will work hard to update every day and resolutely update continuously. I hope everyone will supervise me.

No updates for half a year! It's been half a year! ( ´_>`) bgm: Come back soon

I haven't seen how the seedlings are being raised yet. . . 🥵🥵This subject is rarely seen and then disappeared. . .

Here are my personal views on the direction of the plot. First of all, I think that if the game levels are generated simply based on the dungeons that the protagonist has walked through, it is actually a bit old-fashioned (Chen Dachui from the adventure house expressed his concern), and there is no pleasure in working together. Since we are recruiting employees, there will definitely be levels produced independently by the studio for players to play. At the same time, as players gradually recover emotionally, their series of "routine" interactions with the production team will also be a big attraction. Even in the future, there will be players who will discover their own unique talents and then join the protagonist's array (it does not necessarily have to be a studio, they can be a fan creator who produces food). Then there is the rhythm of the dungeon. If possible, I would like to read more daily routines, or lengthen the dungeon. That's it for the time being, after all, I'm still waiting for the update....

"Phew!" a23187 looked at his watch, stretched, and thought "I finally got off work. Should I push games or not during off-duty time?" "Ding dong!" A new notification suddenly popped up on the phone. a23187 opens the new notification message, to experience our world after the update is discontinued? Creator __Ji Le "Hmm!!!" After a while, the world was spinning a23187 opened his eyes with difficulty What he saw was a small room of about 20 square meters, a desk, and a wardrobe. He was lying on the bed and had not yet recovered. "Click" The door opened, and a young man with deep eyes came in "Ji Le!" A23187 was startled! He couldn't help rubbing his eyes "Hello, Creator, are you coming out for a walk?" The young man said indifferently. Flower gardens, grass, cobblestone roads, the sun is shining brightly, but there is no life at all, the silence is terrifying. "The world stood still. The moment you stopped updating, the world stood still" "This" a23187 said to the young man awkwardly "I have been too busy recently and have no time to write novels" "That's why I have been waiting for so long? Do you know how long the world has been standing still?" The young man said lightly. "After all, I still have 300 novels that I haven't followed, and 500 dramas that I haven't watched yet, I'm sorry."😭 The young man looked at a23187, his eyes suddenly turned blood red. "Forty-eight years, this world has been static except for me for 48 years" "Hmm!!!" "I have been waiting day after day, year after year, year after year! Every day I lie down expecting tomorrow to be the 10th, but it turns out it's still the 9th, just the 9th! The world stands still on January 9th, in an infinite loop... Creator, you give me back my youth, blade blade" a23187 woke up from his dream and found the leader with a gloomy face "I've been watching you sleep for 2 hours" Expelled a231 87 lost his source of livelihood, and since then he has been working hard to write novels, updating 100,000 a day!!!! Wow! Wow!

Now I don't worry about whether it's a trap or not. I worry about the author ( Come up and report that you are safe and I promise not to lock you in the dark room!

Can the author come back and update? I really want to see the follow-up.

The author A23187 turned on his mobile phone after work, saw the push from Qidian, and accidentally clicked on it. Looking at the time, there has been no update for a week. Recalling this happy and fulfilling week, A23187 couldn't help but sigh, "Oh, I will update in a few days. I have been too busy recently, so I will rest for a few more days." While thinking, I blocked Qidian push and group messages ... In this way, the author A23187 gradually became the nth disappearing legend from Qidian ... "That one is called A2318. The author of 7 recently disappeared after writing!" "Actually, he traveled through time!" "You know! The novels from Qidian are real!" "Then what kind of story will he bring back?" … … Happy New Year's Day! ! ! ✧٩(ˊωˋ*)و✧

It's March, will there be an update this month?

Will this article be updated? Is he a eunuch?

Come on, author, just don't stop and just treat it as if it's just for yourself.

Just report that you are safe. I don't care whether you write or not.

It's Chinese New Year and I'll update two chapters. Woohoo, I've prepared a small firecracker for the author. New year, new atmosphere, may there be no doves in the new year

Rolling around and asking for an update! Please update!

How about writing a female channel for the next one (-o-)／🐶

It hasn't been updated yet, it's been almost a month. Did the author forget his number?

It's been a long time since I read the book. I just found out recently that the new book is finished. I thought it wouldn't be finished so quickly because it was too short and A's virtual update was discontinued. Today I remembered to read it. When I read Tip of the Tongue, I finished it on a pirated website. I still remember how I felt about every copy of Tip of the Tongue. They are all very good-looking. I re-watched it later when I got an account. The feeling at that time is still there. As a result, I was really busy with various study matters and didn't finish it and just watched it again. However, I still hope that A University can continue to update the virtual version 😭😭😭

I am very curious about what the new account is. I came here from "The Horror Game on the Tip of the Tongue" and found that it has not been updated for a long time. I remember that I read some of this book at the beginning and wanted to refresh it a bit, but I didn't expect that it has not been updated anymore.