attack stream of life

"Host? Are you back to normal?"

"What does it mean to return to normal? When did I live abnormally?"

The system thought in its heart, it's too shameless to say such a thing, when will you be normal?

But what he said was, "So it's acting? I was scared to death just now. I thought you, the host, were possessed by that female ghost."

This skill task is not difficult, just the performance just now, he deserves to be a master of women's clothing.From expression to voice to various small movements, there is no sense of disobedience, simply.

Eh?Suddenly remembered, Qing Chuan has worn the wedding dress twice?And never married?

"At that time, I felt a mental fluctuation that didn't belong to me. Although I tried my best to hide it, I was quite sensitive to it. So..."

His fingers caught a bit of black hair, and the straight and flexible hair twirled around his fingers twice, and then slowly spread out.

"The real master is right next to you. For the final score, you have to feel your true feelings. After assuming that identity, I really thought so: I am so young, beautiful and passionate, and you didn't come to ask for marriage. There is no cure for blindness and heart disease." medical."

I am so beautiful!I am so beautiful!

The system trembled, throwing off this magical bgm, and quietly retracted into the field, because the second game has already started, which is a midnight bus scene that everyone who likes horror themes is familiar with.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the old and peeling green bus, the driver with a strange smile, and the passengers with numb faces.

There was a smell of sulfur floating in the car, and there were some blurred bloody handprints on the tattered body.The pale face was reflected in the glass mirror, which looked like his own, but also looked like someone else's.It was pitch black outside, and if it weren't for the bumps under the seat, it was almost impossible to notice that the car was moving.

Qing Chuan noticed that his seat was roughly in the middle, there was no one next to it, it was empty, and the other side was the window, and he had a strange expression in the mirror.I almost wanted to call out the mirror demon to recognize a good friend.

Midnight, broken cars, mirrors... are all routines.

Many places in the car were empty, the players had different expressions, and no one said a word.Only the driver in front sang an out-of-key song while watching the people in the car through the rearview mirror.The rearview mirror was also strange, everyone could accurately meet the driver's eyes when they looked over - the weird, terrifying, hunter's eyes were full of excited red bloodshot eyes.

Qing Chuan's two legs crossed together, sitting very ladylike, while stretching out his hands to straighten his skirt, guessing what kind of game this is, while looking around.

"Here?" Qing Chuan asked tentatively.

A man sitting in front of him turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes lit up, "Beauty, did you just play?"

It was a curly-haired young man, wearing a gray suit, who looked like the kind of playful dude, with the smell of money on his body, his eyes were a little careless, and he was used to teasing, "Don't be afraid, as long as you don't die, There is still a good chance of surviving."

Qing Chuan smiled quietly, when he was silent, he was like a night-blooming epiphyllum, ethereal and refined.The curly-haired youth stared straight at him, and felt embarrassed again, so he turned around and coughed.

"In short, you remember to keep calm, watch more and listen more, talk less and do less."

This is the kindness exuded by the players.

Except for the driver who looked abnormal at first glance, there were seven people in the car, the same number as the first game, so I don't know what special meaning it has.

Apart from Qingchuan and this curly-haired young man, there is also a cool-looking little boy and an old foreign man. The other three are middle-aged men. Looking at their clothes, except for one who is wearing casual clothes, the other three are all pajamas.

It was probably pulled in when I was playing online or mobile horror games at home.

There are many horror game projects, not to mention the online types, there are also haunted houses, battle royale, escape rooms and other types in reality.

There is never a shortage of people who want to die in this world.

"Is there anyone new in the car?" asked the middle-aged man who already had signs of the Mediterranean.

He stood up from his seat, "Whether there is or not, I'll introduce what I know casually, everyone should be mentally prepared. Most of the games, we have a better chance of completing them together."

"If you have anything to add, you can speak at any time."

"First of all, the game here is divided into three grades, 13-player, 18-player, and [-]-player, corresponding to difficulty from low to high, so our game this time should not be too difficult, and everyone has a high probability of surviving. This is good news .”

"Then when I just came here, I asked the driver where the bus was going. He said that it was going to the Rose Hotel, and his words revealed that we were tourists. So this time, there are possibilities of escape games and decryption games. This These are the three game modes that we know so far, escape, decryption, and attacking the mind, and some people call attacking the mind the elimination of obsession, which means the same thing.”

"These three games are just rough classifications. In fact, they are related to each other. Maybe escape is mixed with solving puzzles, and heart attack is mixed with escape. So no matter which one it is, it is better for everyone to take it seriously."

"Escape is a stand-alone game in a group environment. If you escape, you will pass the level. Decryption is a group game. One person solves the mystery and the whole team clears the level. If it is a decryption game, I hope everyone can cooperate with each other. The horror world may not be so scary, and people will be confused. It’s really scary. We still have to go back, we have to return to human society, we can’t let ourselves become demons, we have to strengthen this belief.”

"Was this uncle an ideological and political teacher before? Why is this tone exactly the same as my head teacher?" The curly-haired youth couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

"Really? I think it makes sense." Qing Chuan said.

Although the middle-aged man with the Mediterranean sign looks like a certain citizen that is very common in life, the emotions conveyed by the whole person are very pure and upright.It's hard to say anything else, but it should be the kind of good person in the universal sense who will act bravely when encountering robbers and thieves, and who will stand up immediately when encountering thugs and wretched men.

It is social positive energy.

In any case, Uncle Mediterranean took the initiative to stand up and light the first candle in the dark, even if it was far away, it would be warm if there was light, so everyone was not as nervous as they were at the beginning.

"I don't know if I can get other information from the driver." The old white man spoke. Surprisingly, his mouth shape was in English, but the words he spoke were in standard Chinese.

Qingchuan’s puzzled expression was too obvious, and the curly-haired youth kindly explained, “No matter what language it is, it will be automatically translated here, so there is no obstacle to communication. I have also met Indian and Japanese players. The way of speaking is an obvious translation accent, It's kind of fun."

Some people are curious, and some people go to test it.

At present, the driver is an NPC, and everyone wants to get more information from him.

But the NPC uncle seems to have designed a fixed dialogue. In addition to telling them these 'passengers' that they are going to the Rose Hotel, they are told that someone will pick them up at six o'clock the next day.

Six o'clock is a critical time.

Other than that, asking anything is a deaf state.

"If it is the guide npc of the decryption game, there should be more clues. And there is a limit, at six o'clock tomorrow morning." An old player frowned, "According to my previous experience, I will set this A unified time point, with a high probability of being an escape game."

"And it's an indoor survival challenge escape game." At this time, the curly-haired young man also became serious, which was manifested in the fact that he finally sat up straight.

"Let me think about it. An environment like a hotel might be a supernatural one, or it might be an invasion of poisonous insects, a perverted murderer lurking... Maybe there is still that kind of hallucination in a dream. But considering the difficulty of seven people, it shouldn't be too late. It will give something that can't be dealt with at all. If you have the targeted props in your hand, you should be able to protect yourself."

Several people's hearts were raised, but none of them were newbies. They had at least one game experience, and their psychological quality was still good. Even the little boy who looked like a primary school student could remain calm, at least on the surface.

Those who can't keep calm may not pass the first game and will not appear here.

The bus was like a building block car that would fall apart at any time. It would shake a few times when it encountered any bumps, but in the end it was safe and sent them to a hotel that was even more dilapidated than the bus.

The old-fashioned neon signboard was crumbling, and several pieces of the words Rose Hotel were missing.

What the players saw when they looked up was the word 'ghost shop'.

No need to guess, supernatural.

This hotel is on a high mountain, with a cliff behind and a small platform in front.A tree was planted on this small platform. The height of the tree was seven or eight meters. The leaves were rushing and fallen. It turned out to be a poplar.

It is said that ghost claps are not planted in front of the house, so why are poplar trees planted here?

Hey, this feeling, this scene... really is a supernatural type?

Players who are not good at this panicked a little.At this moment, when everyone heard a sound coming from the tree, their nerves tensed immediately.Taking a closer look, a dark shadow stood on the branch, looking at them with two glowing eyes.

It was an owl with round eyes, and it gave out a bunch of cute eyes on this weird night——Anyway, Qing Chuan thought it was cute.

The other players felt panicked and walked in one by one. Qing Chuan stood at the door for a while, staring at the owl, big eyes to small eyes.

Qingchuan deliberately turned his head to the right, and his eyes followed suit.

Qing Chuan turned his head to the left again, and his eyes also turned to the left.

Lovely.

Everyone has already pushed the door to go in one after another. The instant noodle-rolled young man turned his head and saw the scene of Qingchuan station gate and the owl staring at each other, and kindly reminded, "Like this kind of decryption game, this kind of animal npc has some special meaning, it is absolutely Can't touch...?!"

He spoke too late, Qing Chuan couldn't help sending a few ready-to-move hands, he suddenly stepped forward and rubbed.Two fingers scratched the fur on its head and slid it up its back, "The fur doesn't seem very smooth, do you want to take a bath?"

"Whispering." The owl rubbed its head over, telling Qing Chuan to continue, don't stop.

No cat can escape Qingchuan's magical hands, no!

Qing Chuan picked up the whole owl, let it stay on his arm, turned his head and saw the dumbfounded curly-haired young man, "What's wrong with you?"

The curly-haired young man didn't know what to say anymore, he looked at Qing Chuan as if he was watching a silly sweet white who kept dying in a horror movie, the number one head giver contestant.

Like cats and dogs in this kind of horror game, can they be the same as cats, cats and dogs in normal society?

This girl looked smart, but she turned out to be a fool?

Ordinary cats and dogs can't move, let alone an owl with a special meaning, which is known as Death's favorite pet.

In the horror world, the owl has always been a symbol of death. Wherever it appears, there will be terrorist incidents.This girl dares to hold this thing in her arms. What is the difference between holding a skull in her arms?

It's really not an ordinary heart.

The curly-haired youth didn't understand, those girls usually look very timid, why shouldn't they be as bold as a ball when they are bold?

Qing Chuan went in with the owl in his arms, and was baptized by a wave of gazes. When he saw an old man with gray hair coming down the stairs, he smiled three times when he met him.

"Are you all the guests who have booked the room? All the rooms have been cleaned, and you are welcome to stay at any time. The hotel also provides door-to-door supper service and door-to-door massage service, all free of charge. Does anyone need it?"

Everyone refused, without exception, this kind of extravagant small copy should not come out to show its presence.

Send supper?It's hard to say who is supper.

The old man was very disappointed, as if watching a medium-rare steak run away with long legs, Qing Chuan saw that his pupils dilated violently, almost covering the original light brown eyes, becoming very dangerous.

"That's really a pity. Our hotel's special services have always been very good. Next, let's distribute the room keys for everyone. Each key has only one owner. After dawn, it must be returned to the front desk before you can leave. Be sure to keep it safe."

His words were meaningful, as if telling everyone that once this key is lost, it will stay here forever.

He handed out keys to seven people one by one, all of them were normal. When he arrived at Qingchuan, he suddenly raised his head and met the owl's round eyes. Is it inappropriate for you to take the pet away as a guest?"

Qingchuan smiled and combed the owl's hair with her hands. She stood upright, with her chest up and her abdomen in. She looked like a well-bred young lady.However, when he opened his mouth, what he said was: "You said it belongs to you, can you call it to agree?"

Everyone was stunned, maybe they had never seen a girl who dared to fight an NPC like this.

Girl, I respect you as a man.

The corner of the old man's eyes twitched, "Guest, the sign on its feet still says Rose Hotel."

The obvious evidence is here, even though it is a ghost shop, it cannot be unreasonable.

The old man somehow had a bad feeling.

"Sir, why do you hang your brand on my owl's feet?" Qing Chuan took off the metal plate on his feet and returned it to the old man, stretched out his hand to stroke the owl's fur again, and pointed at the owl Ask: "Little boy, I'll call you, will you agree?"

The owl was particularly cooperative, "嘤嘤嘤." He even rubbed his head against Qing Chuan's hand, really indescribably eager and intimate.

If I hadn't seen Qing Chuan hugging it down from the tree with my own eyes, I would almost have thought it was really raised by his family.

"Did you see it, sir? My house."

The old man looked at the metal piece in his hand, then at the owl that could not come back, and spent a few seconds to sort out the cause and effect of the matter.Gritting his teeth, he had to smile and say, "You're right, it's yours."

A face-to-face took down an NPC and pet. It looked like bronze, maybe it was the king.Everyone's eyes could not help but be in awe.

"Sister, why does this owl listen to you so much?" The little boy focused all his attention on this.Obviously, when he first appeared on the stage with special effects of death, why is he as well-behaved as a small house pet now.Another: a little cute.

Yeah, why?

"Because I'm gentle and considerate." Qing Chuan said.

The old man didn't want to pay attention to this group of people anymore, so he turned around and was about to leave.

"Can I change rooms or share a room with two or three people?" asked the only foreigner in the crowd.

The old man paused, his body didn't move, but his head turned 180 degrees strangely, "You can change rooms, as long as one key corresponds to one guest, but you can't share a room with multiple people, this is a rule."

"By the way, some guests in the hotel like to go out to hang out after twelve o'clock. If you feel too bored, you can go out and play with them..." He deliberately gave Qing Chuan an extra look, with a sinister smile.

"What do we do now?" one asked.

"Try first?"

Those who like to play horror games on weekdays are rarely timid, so they went upstairs to try it, no matter who it is, as long as they hold a key, they can enter the corresponding room.But only one person can enter a room, and once someone enters, it becomes closed, and the second person is not welcome.

"This game doesn't officially start until twelve o'clock. Everyone can prepare for it now. Sometimes there will be useful props in the dungeon."

Everyone started looking for props. There are no guest rooms on the first floor of the hotel, and they can enter all the rooms, but most of them have nothing to gain.One found a fire hammer, another a baseball bat, and a collection of knives and pans from the kitchen.

Qing Chuan found a stainless steel paper knife with no blade.

He hugged the owl and sat on the reception sofa on the first floor. He was well-behaved, quiet, weak, and helpless. In any case, he couldn't be connected with the appearance of the unreasonable young lady who just snatched the pet from the NPC.

However, at this time, no one dared to underestimate him. No matter if he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, it must not be a simple person who can fool an NPC.

Everyone stayed downstairs until almost eleven o'clock, and they lived in peace with each other.

The old man appeared upstairs with a lantern very strangely, and said with a smile, "The lights outside our hotel are turned off at eleven o'clock. Do you guys still want to continue gathering below? Why don't we meet tomorrow? It's so late. It's not good if the guests collide."

Other guests?What other guests?

Everyone looked at each other, and had no choice but to take their keys and enter the tiger's den and wolf's den.

Qing Chuan didn't know what happened to others, as soon as he came in, he hugged the owl happily and went to the bathroom, "Come on, baby, take a bath."

The owl is a little bit resistant when it sees the rushing water. No matter it is a cat or a bird, they don't like water, and the owl is the same.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, how dirty it is. Don't worry, I just wipe the outer feathers." Qing Chuan, like a scumbag who coaxed a little girl to take off her clothes, coaxed the owl to the edge of the basin, and the water was cold Just poured it on.

The owl was taken aback and yelled "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Qing Chuan rubbed it again, and continued pouring warm water on it.Owl hates water, and is reluctant to give Qingchuan's massage. It's very contradictory for a while to "嘤嘤嘤", and "Oh oh oh" for a while.

"Huh?" Suddenly felt that the water flowing from his hand didn't feel right. Qing Chuan saw that where there was clear water flowing out, it was all viscous red liquid, which looked like blood and was quite disgusting.

He shook his hand, shook some of the blood from his hand, and patted the faucet, "Mr. Faucet, it's almost done, bloodletting is super disgusting. If you continue like this, I will be very angry."

The faucet continued to bleed out, and even shook triumphantly.

Obviously, it doesn't matter, it's still mocking.

Qingchuan also laughed.

"Ah, naughty."

He asked for a large tank of aqua regia from the system, reached out and turned off the tap, and then straightened the U-shaped copper pipe, with the mouth facing the sky, like a professional drinker on the wine table. Give it a gurgling gurgling when it is ready, and a lot of it flows down from the wall of the tube, and every sip is a golden tear stain.

Qing Chuan's hand was protected by a layer of energy film, he held the copper tube, no matter how violently the copper tube shook, he would not let it go.

"Little naughty, is it fun? Are you happy?"

Faucet: ...the devil.

It wasn't until the faucet turned into a pitted metal bump and there was no movement, Qing Chuan let go of his hand, and there was nothing left on his hand.Then he picked up the owl who was also frightened and was now dumbfounded, and went to the bathroom.

The bathroom has a large ceramic bathtub with a brass faucet on the side.

Qing Chuan reached out and knocked on the bathtub, "Are you good?"

The faucet of the bathtub nodded desperately, almost breaking its own neck in the desire to survive.

Qingchuan bathed the owl again, this time no one made any trouble.

He bathed the owl without a hitch and dried the feathers with a hairdryer.This hair dryer is very easy to use, the temperature can be adjusted to a certain degree, and the wind can be as strong as it can be, with intelligent voice control, Qingchuan is already considering taking it home as a souvenir.

Qing Chuan walked out of the bathroom, glanced sideways at the mirror, "Yo, mirror..."

He just said a few words, and the mirror turned over with difficulty, and stuck it on the wall with the mirror face inward.

Qingchuan: ...

He looked at the bloodstain just thrown out and the trace left by the faucet that was mutilated before, "Can you clean it up? It's troublesome."

The mop and sackcloth in the corner quietly crawled out and started working silently.

They have a unique shape, like a human head and long hair, but they work very neatly, and quickly wiped off all the dirt.He didn't ask for credit after finishing the work, and silently returned to the corner position.

"good."

Qing Chuan nodded, came out of the bathroom, put the owl on a soft cushion, took off his shoes, socks and coat, lay down on the bed, and turned off the light.

"Good night."

"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee."

There was also an inexplicable creaking sound of metal twisting.

"?!"

Qing Chuan woke up and found a person standing beside the bed.

Hmm... maybe not people.

She was dressed in white, bent over, bowed her head, and her waist-length hair was dragged on the bed, some even at the edge of Qingchuan's neck.Face to Qing Chuan's face, watching him silently.

This lady's face was blue and white, and there were black circles around her eyes, but her eyes were faint blue like glass beads, even if they were so close, they didn't smell like a living person.

No curiosity, no surprise, no emotion, just a pair of completely inorganic eyes.

There was also the cold feeling of a corpse in a morgue.

"Ahhhhhh—" the system screamed in its head.

Qingchuan is very strange, there are so many demons and ghosts in the domain, why is he still frightened like this?

Qing Chuan's eyes met the other's inorganic eyes.

"Ugly, no appointment, thank you."