The first-person horror game always gives people a dizzy feeling after playing it for a long time.

Fortunately, it is still in the evening during the game, and the light is slightly brighter.

At this time, Gu Mian was controlling the protagonist to stand on a dilapidated street.

This is a village next to a cliff. This village is a large group, some of which look like the medieval Western style.

Half-collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere, and the collapse is very artistic.

The village seems to have been abandoned for many years and no one lives there.

Gu Mian was manipulating the character to groping the terrain and talking to herself: "Maybe everyone else went into the small dark room like me, controlling the game characters?"

If you have a bolder idea...

Gu Mian looked at the computer screen in front of him.

Because it is a first-person perspective, there are only scattered streets in front of him.

"Maybe they have also become characters in the game? If they become ghosts, it will be difficult..."

At this time, the fat man was in a hurry to go around his bookstore.

Because he found that he could not leave the broken house at all, an invisible barrier blocked him, making it impossible for him to take a step out.

"It's really something I've never seen!" The fat man could only lie at the gate and watch the sky outside slowly darken.

The world outside the door is so wide and so free, but he can't take a step!

The fat man was anxious to curse: "What dungeon will make the player stare at him in a broken room without even being able to step on?"

Thinking about the death protection mechanism of the dungeon had disappeared, he couldn't help but worry even more: "I don't know how the doctors and the others are now..."

At this time, the fat man had turned on the chandelier switch. The chandelier was always shaken by the wind outside, which made the fat man feel panicked.

He looked at the desk phone on the table, but there was no number at all. Even if he pressed the replay key, there was nothing.

But there must be a way to leave this place, right?

Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the old bookshelf in front of him.

Why not start with these books first? What if there is any curse in which book that can leave this broken house?

While thinking, he raised his foot and walked a few steps towards the bookshelf.

But at this moment, a familiar and weird voice suddenly came from behind: "Hello, I'll return the book."

The fat man stiffened his neck and looked back at the door.

I saw a woman standing there at some time in front of the open door.

She looked haggard and had a withered look. She handed over her with a book in her thin hands.

This scene strangely coincides with the scene he saw not long ago.

If it hadn't been dark outside, the fat man would have almost suspected that he had traveled back to the past.

His body stiffened, and his face looked at the woman in front of him with a little unnatural expression: "I remember you... have been here just now?"

The woman did not answer, and still stretched out her dry hands, but the fat man did not dare to go up and pick it up.

He leaned against the bookshelf behind him and looked at the person in front of him with vigilance.

For a moment, both of them stood still.

But the silence did not last long. After a few seconds, the strange and sharp sound came from the woman's throat again.

"I'll return the book!"

"I'll return the book!"

"I'll return the book!"

I saw her body twisting wildly, as if she was about to rush in the next second.

The fat man was startled and ran up and snatched the book from the woman's hand.

After the book in her hand was taken, the woman stopped. The fat man saw her turn mechanically and walk towards the darkness.

"Damn!" He trembled as he watched the woman's departure back, "This place is so fucking weird."

Why does this person repeat the same thing...

Just as the fat man stared at the direction of the woman's disappearance, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

He turned his head to look in shock.

Who would call himself in this copy?

The phone ringtone sounded particularly terrifying in the dark night. The fat man quickly stepped forward and answered the phone without hesitation.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came out of the microphone: "I am Chu Changge."

Hearing this familiar voice, the fat man burst into tears: "Brother Chu, where are you now?"

"I think our situation is the same. Now I can't get out of a bookstore; I found two phone numbers without notes on the bookshelf. The first person to answer my phone was 007. She is also in a bookstore and can't get out of it."

Hearing this, the fat man nodded, although he knew that Chu Changge opposite would not see it: "I am also in the bookstore now, and I can't get out at all, and there is a crazy woman who keeps returning books."

Chu Changge, opposite, paused for a while, and then said: "Did she say that--"

"Hello, I'll return the book."

A strange tone penetrated into the fat man's ears, and the sound was particularly bitter in the cold night.

He slowly twisted his neck and looked back. Yes, the sound came from behind his head.

A thin and disshaped woman stood at the door staring meaninglessly in front of her, her withered hands raised forward, and a black book was held in her hand.

"Hello, I'll return the book."

The fat man heard her say it again.

There is time in the upper right corner of the screen. It is now 7:30 pm and the sky in the game has completely darkened.

Gu Mian took advantage of the previous kung fu to get into several buildings to find game clues. Not to mention that although there are not many people in the village, there are still many good things.

Gu Mian found a lighter and a page of paper torn from unknown book.

I saved it several times by the way.

At this time, Gu Mian was using lighter props to illuminate the white paper in his hand. He could see that the person who printed the book was very generous. There was only a line of words printed in the middle of a piece of white paper.

"May angels forgive all sins"

Gu Mian stared at the line of words: "It seems that the tone of this dungeon seems to be a bit like a killing game. I wonder if there will be any touching stories in the end."

Of course, it is not very important whether the story is story or not. Gu Mian remembers that there seems to be an evil god statue in the copy of the killing game.

He looked at the words on the white paper on the screen and spoke: "It's really unfair. Even the characters in the game have inventory, but I don't have one."

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I have to say that this game is very realistic. The dead grass on the straw shed and the rags blown on the fence are all swaying in the wind. A gust of dust rose up on the bumpy dirt road. Although I couldn't hear the sound, Gu Mian felt that there was really a gust of wind coming towards me.

It is worth mentioning that no ghosts have appeared in the dungeon so far, even on an extremely strange night.

"If others are really in this game, it should be safe in this environment without ghosts."

Gu Mian quickly withdrew his naive thought, because he saw a tall monster dragging iron chains slowly walking towards this side in the darkness not far away.

Gu Mian looked at a lighter and a piece of paper in the inventory. There seemed to be nothing comparable to a chainsaw.

He quickly ran away: "I take back what I said just now, it's safer for them not to be in this game... But where are they?"

At this time, the fat man had already found two phone numbers on his bookshelf. At this time, he had already ended his conversation with Chu Changge and was talking to 007.

"Third times! That woman has been here three times, and each time she has the same sentence and action. Why do you have to repeat the same thing so many times?"

007 on the other side was silent for a while: "That woman has been to me twice, and she has been repeating the same thing twice, which is to return books... Also, I just used a special item to leave the bookstore, but I couldn't use it."

The fat man was slightly stunned: "Is this restricted us from using special items?"

"No," the low voice of 007 came, "It is not a restriction, but an inability to use."

When she talked about this, she paused for a moment and seemed to be thinking about how to explain: "I have a special item that can directly teleport me to a position one hundred meters in front of me, but when I used this special item, it had a prompt that it could not be used because..."

007 stopped again.

After a while, the fat man heard her voice coming from the microphone, as if he was repeating what he saw-
Chapter completed!