Horror Game: How to win the sickly system

Different from the elegant and noble decoration of the living room, the kitchen is full of blood and scarlet that have not yet dried up.Various viscera and flesh were being boiled in the pot, the refrigerator was filled with the remains of different animals, and the frozen fur was covered with coagulated black blood, stacked on top of each other.

A living indoor slaughterhouse.

Resisting the churning stomach, Fang Wen didn't dare to slack off, and quickly followed in the direction Horch left.

Ten minutes later, Fang Wen stopped and carefully observed the iron warehouse in front of him.

The warehouse was about the size of three classrooms, and three large chimneys stood high in the air, bursts of black smoke billowed out.

There was a rumbling and humming sound from the machine outside, and when one stepped into the warehouse, all sounds were blocked out.

A passage of rule a appeared in Fang Wen's mind.

[The head chef likes to be quiet, he will kill anyone who speaks loudly. 】

Taking a few deep breaths and calming his mind, Fang Wen pushed open the closed iron door in front of him.

The pale light shone on the bloodstains on the floor, and the stench and rot mixed with the hot air wafted from the nostrils.

The iron hook swings back and forth in mid-air, covered with coagulated black blood, blocking the way under the feet.

Fang Wen squatted down, pushed aside a piece of meat under his feet, and a printed pattern appeared.

"Seems like I've seen it somewhere."

"It's the living room floor;"

He recalled the gorgeous red carpet that he walked on just now, and this pattern was printed on it.

Pausing for a moment, Fang Wen pushed aside the iron hook blocking the way, and slowly walked in along the carpet under his feet.

As the footsteps deepened, the smell of blood became stronger. Corpses were hung on iron hooks, and maggots crawled around on the ground.

Fang Wen suppressed his nausea, and finally saw the scene inside.

"Sit." Horch said softly.

The head chef's eyes were sharp, and he only glanced at Fang Wen, but ignored him.

Standing beside Huo Xi was a red-haired woman with her legs crossed. Seeing Fang Wen approaching, she adjusted her sitting posture slightly, looked at Fang Wen, and looked up and down.

Fang Wen waved his hand as a greeting, and then sat down on the other side of Horch.

To Fang Wen's surprise, the three people in front of him seemed to be incompatible with the scene of hanging corpses on iron hooks along the way.

He thought he was going to meet a group of inhuman butchers.

The chef is about 40 years old, with a Mediterranean beard. Although he looks a little fierce, he is at least human.

At this moment, he was sitting in front of the French window, his eyes fixed on the window.

Fang Wen looked at the clock hanging on the wall.

12.43

Before I knew it, it had become pitch black outside.

"Here we come." The head chef snorted coldly, bowed his head and got up.

Fang Wen opened his mouth, he couldn't describe how he felt now, the moment the head chef got up, an inexplicable manic emotion flooded his whole body.

A ferocious beast grows crazily inside itself.

He tried his best to suppress that emotion, and his consciousness counterattacked wildly.

"Spiritual pollution!"

Fang Wen murmured inwardly that it was not good. At this moment, an arm was placed on his shoulder, and the chill spread through his clothes and spread all over his body.

He really wanted to break free, but his body was out of control, the feeling of dying gradually came, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

[Host: Fang Wen

Age: 21

Occupation: Chef

Race: Terran

Strength: 3 (+1+5)

Intelligence: 3 (+1-1)

Mental power: 5 (+1-4)

Agility: 2 (+1+5)

Stamina: 1 (+1+5)

Control point: -100]

[Note: The real-time data in brackets is valid for a limited time. 】

Opening his eyes again, the world in Fang Wen's eyes was blood red.

Calm and crazy, normal and weird, etc. completely different extreme emotions filled my heart.

At this time, a urging voice came from his ears: "Fang Wen, follow up."

It was Horch's voice.

"Yes."

The word was answered smoothly, and Fang Wen was horrified to find that this body was out of his control.

As if entering another world, as a bystander, he watched others occupy his body wantonly.

Gradually familiar with this feeling, he can be sure that he has been "robbed".

And what controls him is exactly what Huo Xisai gave him just now.

A pair of forks.

At the moment, it is in the hands of 'Fang Wen', emitting a scary red light.

In the southern sky, cloudy clouds gathered, faintly revealing a dangerous atmosphere.

'Fang Wen' followed into the hall, the head chef took out a pair of keys, opened one of the doors, and a descending staircase covered with a red carpet appeared, and everyone went down in order.

Everyone has a 'weapon' in their hands. The fork in Fang Wen's hand, Huo Xi is a pair of soup spoons, stained with blood, the red-haired woman is carrying a frying pan, followed behind Fang Wen, and the head chef raised his hands. Holding a kitchen knife with a gap, it looks extremely sharp.

"No wonder I couldn't find the stairs leading to the third floor. It turned out to be in the duty room." Fang Wen looked around. There were red and blue colors on the walls of the room, and many cartoon images of the girl with a gap were spray-painted.

Walking out of the house, the situation outside was a bit unexpected. Four female ghosts were at the warehouse door at the moment, and the cargo workers were lined up.

After a while, the screams stopped, and the black silk ghost was extremely excited, grabbed a cargo worker in the team and threw it out.

Soon, the screams sounded again, and this time it disappeared quickly.

"It's getting closer, it's getting closer!" the black silk ghost howled, and she held the two cargo workers in her hand and threw them out.

At this time, Fang Wen saw the white deer in front of the team, trembling all over.

She looked at Fang Wen as if asking for help, her face was full of fear.

"I want to kill her, I want to save her." Fang Wen struggled in his heart, he really didn't want to see the girl in front of him die like this in front of him.

Fang Wen has always thought that he is a good person. He believes that good things should exist. He even fought with a senior student because the other party drew a line on the blackboard.

"That man deserves to die." The thought popped up suddenly.

"Why didn't you kill him then?" A strange voice suddenly came from inside.

"Why didn't I kill him?" Fang Wen was puzzled.

"Put a fork down his throat and chew the throat."

"Okay...no...okay." Fang Wen knew that his consciousness had been affected.

At this time, Bailu stood at the front.

She was pale and her eye sockets were red and swollen.

Black Silk Ghost put his hand on her shoulder.

"No!" At this moment, Fang Wen's emotions exploded, and an unprecedented feeling spread throughout his body.

That is the belonging memory of the body to the spirit.

"Kill... save her."

The voice came again, but this time it was a little weaker.

The fork in his hand was shining red, and madness and reason merged. He raised his weapon and walked slowly.

The roar of the monster gradually approached, but there was no trace of fear on Fang Wen's face.

He became a monster of reason and madness intertwined.

[Severe fluctuations in emotions (worship) of the host are detected by the sick girlfriend, control point +50, novice reward +100. 】

[Data update, control point: 50]

【Unlocking the sick data function】