spooky script

Chapter 80 He may not be sick
On an isolated island in the western region, there is the famous Meglan Hospital.

The elderly psychiatrist Freud hurriedly pushed away from his office with a pile of files.

He took off his white coat, turned on the computer, entered the official website of Weird Game Live in the address bar, and pressed the OK button to enter the interface.

Click on the anchor bar, tap the keyboard quickly, and search for Yan Luo, previous videos, the first issue, Sealed Artifact-Strange Sculpture.

The video starts to play, speeds up, hits the space bar, and the screen pauses on the sequence-sealed item-strange statue.

Floyd quickly flipped through the files. These files had been stored for an unknown number of years, and the paper was slightly yellowed.

Soon, he found the information he was looking for.

Patient: Yan Luo (Atypical Hypochondria)
Age: 6 years old

Features: Can accurately describe all kinds of weird and strange things. The patient said that the brain generates information independently.

Underneath the file was a tape, which Floyd removed and put in an old tape recorder.

A man's voice (Floyd from more than ten years ago) played on the tape recorder.

This is the Megland Asylum, and I'm the attending psychiatrist, Freud.

Now make voice recordings, sick number, six-year-old boy, Yan Luo.

"Oh, handsome kid, can you tell grandpa what trouble you have encountered."

The immature child's voice sounded: "I didn't encounter any trouble! Thank you!"

Old man: "But your family told me that you often say some scary things to scare other children. Did you make up these things yourself?"

Child: "No, it appeared in my head."

"By the way, I'm not sick, but they think I'm sick, I'm just smarter than them and know more things!"

"People always blame phenomena they cannot understand on illness~"

Old man: "Well, I agree with you very much. Now I am very interested in the weird things you know. Can you describe it to me?"

Child: "Yes, but there are too many, which one do you want to hear?"

Old man: "You can say whatever you want."

The child thought for a while, and then said, "Do you know the Bureau of Foreign Affairs?"

"This organization houses all the weird and threatening things in the world."

"I often have top-secret files of weird things in my mind, such as sequences-sealed items-weird statues."

"It's just a stone bump with strange graffiti on its face, it looks like a peanut."

"You must stare at this statue and not blink, otherwise it will be over and your neck will be broken!"


Old man: "Are you afraid of these signs?"

"Gei, gei, gei!"

The child laughed evilly and said, "What are you afraid of? Only ignorant people are afraid."


Floyd played back this passage repeatedly, comparing back and forth with the pictures displayed on the computer screen, his face became more and more shocked.

Floyd clicks on the next video, the sequence - sealing the building - boundless purgatory.

After quickly searching through the thick files, after a lot of effort, I finally found this record in the files.

Sealed Building - Boundless Purgatory, an endless staircase that goes down forever, inhabited by weeping monsters.

Sequence-sealed item-weird parasite.

Sequence - Reality Bender

Sequence-Sealed Building-Hungry Platform
Sequence - Sealed Artifact - Shy Man

These are the records of strange things that spontaneously appeared in Yan Luo's mind when Yan Luo cooperated with the treatment when he was young.

They all appeared on the weird script game live broadcast platform

Are these weird things not imagined by Yan Luo?

Why does it appear in the game
This game cannot be created by Yan Luo!

Then why are the weird things that appear in these scripts exactly consistent with the things that automatically appear in Yan Luo's file in his mind.

Unbelievable!
Floyd looked at Yan Luo who was smiling strangely on the screen with a solemn face, and muttered to himself.

"Maybe I have to redefine Yan Luo!"

"He may not be mentally ill, he may just be affected by something that I don't understand."

"For example, this weird script game live broadcast platform"

System: [The anchor you are looking at is live broadcasting, is it cut into the screen? 】

Floyd moved the mouse and clicked to cut into the screen.


On the hunger platform, on the 332nd floor, a group of experiencers held up torches and waited for the giant suspended stone platform to fall.

The battle is imminent, they have no passionate speeches, no encouraging shouts, everything seems extremely calm.

In their eyes, the flames of the torches were reflected, like cheetahs waiting for an opportunity.

If you don't sing, you will be done, if you make a blockbuster, if you don't move, you will be done, and if you move, it will definitely be the momentum of thunder.

The flames of the torches are their fighting spirit and their ambition. If they go there, they will overthrow the prison at the bottom and vent their inner anger.

A hound that can't bark has the worst bite!The most ruthless!
In the bottom-level prison of 333, the warden who fished during the day appeared out of thin air in the darkness, and several strange prison guards walked out of the darkness.

They had evil smiles on their faces, holding shackles made of special materials in their hands, and surrounded the empty space in front of them in a thief manner.

They can move freely in the dark, as long as there is a cutie coming down from the stone platform, they will immediately start a small game of catching turtles in an urn.

The warden looked at the huge stone platform suspended in the sky, stroked his beard, and said enthusiastically, "Let me see what cutie will come down today~"

"Will he bring food down? I'm really looking forward to it. I really liked the strawberry cream cake the day before yesterday~"

"Haha, hope is a fun guy!"

"It's a pity that some interesting guys came here last time, but they ran away!"

The stone platform moved!

The intense firelight formed a circle and reflected from the dark sky, like an incomplete and strange total solar eclipse.

On the stone platform, there was a turbulent crowd.

As the giant stone platform continued to descend, the faces with strong fighting spirit shone brightly under the light of the torches.

"Wardfark?"

The warden was stunned for a moment, and his mind was a little unresponsive.

How could he have imagined that one day, so many people would come down from the source of happiness that he was thinking of?

The warden's face was ugly, it was obvious that the visitor was not kind!
When people get together and have the same goal, as the number of people increases, a momentum will naturally form.

The power of ten people, the power of a hundred people and even the power of a thousand people!
Yan Luo led more than a thousand experiencers at this time, and his powerful momentum created an invisible pressure on the numerous prison guards.

Although the stone platform hadn't fallen to the ground yet, they were already thinking of retreating.

"Don't go back!"

The warden scolded and took out a black punishment whip from behind.

At the same time, a strange force emerged from him, and in the darkness, more prison guards appeared out of thin air.

The number of people increased from a few dozen to more than a hundred. The prison guards took out their pistols and got into a fighting stance.

"Snapped!"

The first shots echoed through the lower prison.

At the same time, the stone platform was close to the ground, Yan Luo waved the torch and said loudly: "Kill!"

"kill!"

Everyone jumped off the giant stone platform and surged away in all directions.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The momentum is majestic, and the experiencers have red eyes, roaring and killing the strange prison guards around them.

The mighty force of thousands of people resounded throughout the entire lower-level prison, like a spear, going straight into the enemy!

The gunshots were drowned out by angry roars, and all the accumulated resentment came out!

Female fighters, killers, judo masters, and major military personnel led the troops to kill in different directions, fearless of death.

The horn of battle has sounded!
(End of this chapter)