Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

All kinds of speculation kept echoing in Fang Wen's mind.

In fact, he knew that there was a high probability that the cheating partner would be inseparable from those on the third floor of the warehouse, because as the chef's wife, the cheongsam ghost had very limited contact with people.

First of all, those low-level weirdnesses are directly excluded.

The levels in the horror world are much stricter than those in the human world. Although the rich and the poor marry the poor woman, the prince and the eagle son-in-law, there are many stories in history books, but aside from its authenticity, it has been recorded in the eight classics for thousands of years There are only a handful of records that have been passed on to the world, and most of the endings are not satisfactory.

Even in a modern society that advocates equality for everyone, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

What's more, in this horror world full of killing and malice, there are many kinds of infatuation, but most of them are not normal. The kind of love here is the kind that can truly "love you to death".

Fang Wen still remembered the words that Huo Xi, the curly-haired man, blurted out the moment he saw him appear when he first went up to the third floor.

"Not Dale."

and many more!

Not Dale.

Fang Wen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a gleam of light flashed across his pupils.

Horch's expression gradually became clear in his mind.

He knew that he had entered "that state".

As a fan of suspenseful mystery novels in his previous life, Fang Wen developed the habit of thinking deeply under the stimulation of various brain-burning plots.Paragraphs of text form high-definition pictures in the mind, the association of details and the depiction of the plot are integrated and connected in series, and the dead brain cells after a whole set of reasoning will not consume much less bullets than shooting two pistols.

Coming to this world, this talent was perfectly inherited.

Because from the very beginning of entering the thriller game, he has subconsciously regarded everything he is facing now as a mystery novel that he has read in depth, and the scenes that he sees are extremely clear.

It all depends on whether you want to remember it or not, just like data screening.

Fang Wen once gave this state a name - brain hard drive.

Like a computer hard disk, the brain has a very powerful ability to store information, but compared to a computer hard disk, the accuracy of data stored in the brain cannot be compared with the hard disk.But Fang Wen is an exception. At least compared to ordinary people, he can extract the pictures that he has noticed in the past few days at any time, so that he can remember them in a short period of time.

Fang Wen called it talent, a gift from heaven.

So Fang Wen seldom rewarded himself in his daily life, because those colorful pictures would linger in his mind for at least three days and they were very clear, and a reward would last for three days.

He doesn't have such a strong physique as the readers, so he is naturally a bit overwhelmed.

And at this moment, what appeared in Fang Wen's mind was the expression of Curly-haired Huo Xi when he said these words.

"Not Dale."

"Not Dale."

. . . . . . . .

As Horch's cold and lost voice sounded over and over again in his memory, that scene gradually became clearer.

Fang Wen stared at Huo Xi's expression in his mind.

From surprise to disappointment, to eagerness, worry, and a little bit of anger and annoyance.

The expression changes are like a roller coaster on both sides.

"There's a lot of information in it, but..."

Fang Wen's gaze flicked back and forth between 'Dan Er' and 'Yang Zhixin' on the system list.

Unknowingly, the smell of blood became more pungent, and the white smoke outside moved closer to the compartment, gradually engulfing the remaining light.

White smoke poured into the compartment, but the space of four square meters seemed to be protected by a barrier, and the intruding white smoke was melted as soon as it approached.

But as the concentration of white smoke increased, the protection range provided by that invisible barrier was gradually compressed with Fang Wen at the center.

The weak voice of the toilet ghost rang in Fang Wen's ear: "I can't hold on for long. When the door opens, you try to run out and I'll hold her back. Remember, don't look back."

Fang Wen shook his head and said, "How long can you hold on."

"Up to two...three minutes."

"Well, give me 1 minutes."

Fang Wen replied, rubbing his eyes at the same time, trying to calm Zi down.

Thoughts turned rapidly.

"When I said that I was sent by Dan, Horch obviously didn't believe it, but why did he still give me the dinner fork?"

The scene in the corridor emerges.

After Huo Xi handed the fork to Fang Wen, he looked out the window and sighed, "Then you will replace him."

"Live."

Fang Wen frowned, repeating these two sentences in his mind.

"Can you replace Dan as long as you have this pair of forks?"

Fang Wen thought in his mind, and after 1 minute, the screen changed again.

On the first floor of the warehouse, the cargo workers lined up in a long line, and the black silk ghost threw them out of the door one by one with a whip in their hands, drowned by the screams of fighting in the black mist.When it was Bailu's turn, Fang Wen's heart tightened, and the demonic voice kept impacting his thoughts, and coldness crawled all over his body at the moment when Bailu was about to be thrown into the black mist.

Fang Wen couldn't forget the sense of despair when he was controlled by the fork.

Looking back, it still feels uncomfortable to breathe.

"By the way, White Deer!"

Fang Wen's eyes lit up again.

After being controlled by the fork, the self-awareness quickly disappeared.

So he didn't know exactly what happened during that time, and he didn't notice many details.

Before going to bed last night, Bailu described some scenes to him.

"I accidentally discovered that the head chef... looked at you with terrifying eyes, full of contempt and anger, like a butcher knife burning with blood."

"I thought you were the one he was going to kill."

Bailu's voice was like a narration, blending into the picture in Fang Wen's mind.

Reminiscent of the strange eyes that the cheongsam ghost looked at Yang Zhixin today, Fang Wen suddenly felt that everything became clear.

"As long as they are controlled by the evil thoughts transmitted by the fork, the player will become the real Dan."

"He has no body, he can only borrow the player's body, and he is the only real ghost in the dungeon."

"The missing apprentice in rule b is Dan. His disappearance is just a cover. He has died in the hands of the chef, but he didn't really die. It's a way of eating away at the player's consciousness."

"Realize a certain sense of rebirth."

Thinking of this, Fang Wen gasped.

In this way, Yang Zhixin can even be regarded as his own savior.

"It's ridiculous."

Fang Wen sneered inwardly, and then called out the game interface, [Cheater] chose to pull out [Daner], and resolutely pressed [Select]