The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

The next second, when Jiang Yilin tilted his gaze slightly, he realized that he might have been wrong. The butler's feet were still firmly on the ground, and there was no gap between the heels of his feet and the ground.

——Generally speaking... Only people who are possessed by ghosts will walk on tiptoes without knowing it.

"What's the matter... sir?"

Sensing Jiang Yilin's gaze, the butler turned his head to look at him, with a hint of doubt on his rigid three-dimensional face.

"It's nothing."

Jiang Yilin shook his head slightly.

"Thank you... I just want to say good night to you before I go to bed, and I hope you can sleep peacefully this night."

Hearing Jiang Yilin's voice, the housekeeper nodded mechanically.

Until the moment he turned around, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, showing a ghostly look under the dark night.

The butler left slowly and closed the door behind him.

His figure seemed to be stretched infinitely at that moment...

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In the quiet and almost suffocating night, Jiang Yilin entered the world of consciousness, and slowly said to the system, "System, I have a question. In this world, the past of the character I entered was fabricated by what means?" Woolen cloth?"

The system's voice is very soft, [it is constructed based on your past memories and your personality, and it's not just fabricated. 】

——This world... was born because of you.

"Oh?"

Jiang Yilin slightly hooked his lips.

"So... On the one hand, I can make reasonable guesses about this dungeon based on my personality, right?"

"On the other hand, what I experienced in this dungeon... all have a certain degree of authenticity... That is to say, many things reflect my past memories, right?"

"I see... double insinuation."

A smile overflowed from the corner of Jiang Yilin's mouth, and he said softly.

The system was silent for a moment, then replied, [Yes. 】

"Interesting news...I see."

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The night was deep.

In this villa, there seems to be some strange creature lurking in the dark, and it seems that it is ready to tear away the tranquility of this appearance at any time.

The black-haired young man put his hands on the handles of the wheelchair, his movements were slow but steady, and the silver wheels turned slowly.

In fact, it may be because Jiang Yilin's mental state is very good, his physical recovery is actually much better than what the doctor detected.

He deliberately showed a bit of weakness during the day, hiding something, just to benefit his actions at night.

"This dungeon is very interesting... In this villa, there are almost no probes and bodyguards—this is very unreasonable, and the door lock is not strictly locked."

"These things fully illustrate one thing - at night, the whole villa is in an explorable state."

While walking, Jiang Yilin said this to the system in his mind.

【叮———叮———】

[Exploration degree of world view: 10%]

Walking through the aisle, Jiang Yilin followed his memory to the room that the godfather had shown him.

That room... He always felt that there were still some clues that he hadn't found, but other people were there at the time, and he also needed to pretend that he was weak, so he didn't investigate too much.

The door was pushed open with a creak, Jiang Yilin turned the armrest and came to the bed.

He reached out and stroked the dark red sheet.

At this moment, Jiang Yilin seemed to have discovered something.

He raised his eyebrows, propped up his upper body with his left hand, and lay slightly on the bed.

He smelled that secret smell again, like musk, with a certain intoxicating alluring aura.

The black-haired young man actively closed his eyes.

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The dark red curtains were slightly lifted by the wind, and outside the window, the flickering lightning and thunder were intertwined.

The godfather, whose face looked a little younger, put his arms around his godson's shoulders lightly, and said in a gentle voice, "What's the matter, can't you sleep? Are you still afraid?"

When Jiang Yilin regained consciousness again, he heard the voice of his godfather hovering low above his head.

He thought for a while, but still didn't make a sound, just closed his eyes tightly like this.

The boy lying on his side had a calm and peaceful face, as if he had fallen into a deep dream.

The godfather gave a low laugh, stretched out his fingers to pinch the tip of his nose, and said in a doting tone, "I know you're pretending to be asleep...Little guy, do you know that when you're pretending to be asleep, you can't help frowning?" There is a slight tremor—although it is very subtle, I have already seen it after watching it for so many years."

After hearing what the godfather said, Jiang Yilin stopped pretending to be asleep, and yawned slightly, his eyes slowly opened.

He immersed himself in this dungeon, and said slowly with the information presented in the background of this world.

"Actually, I have never been afraid of thunder. I once read a saying in a book that this is a way God ordered to judge those who have sinned - only those who really harbor sins, would be uneasy.”

The boy's voice was extremely flat, but his eyelashes trembled slightly, revealing his restless mood.

This time, he can confirm that the information the system said is correct.

This dungeon did mix some of Jiang Yilin's past memories—his fear of Ye Yu's environment seems to be real, it's like an innate instinct, and this instinct is also included in this dungeon. Quietly wake up.

"Just tell me if you're afraid, you always show such a calm attitude..."

The godfather gently kissed the top of his head, rubbed his hair and said, "Although I also like your mature appearance, sometimes I hope you can be more lively... just like Joey... Just like your peers."

"You really make me feel bad."

The black-haired boy didn't speak any more, just closed his eyes.

The man looked at his side face for a while, gently supported his chin with one hand, and smiled slightly.

"Since you can't sleep, let me tell you a story. What do you want to hear?"

--tell a story……?

Jiang Yilin's mind immediately remembered the past that the godfather had mentioned when he visited the bedroom during the day.

That fairy tale is the only clue Jiang Yilin can explore now.

From the man's line of sight, the boy who had closed his eyes seemed a little surprised, but he opened them with an expression of interest.

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the man beside him.

The godfather gave him an almost indulgent smile.

In fact, the godfather really didn't look like someone who would tell stories to children. Even for his own son, Joey, he never coaxed the child when he was asleep.

However, he couldn't help expressing some of the softest emotions in his heart for the child he welcomed with his own hands-it has nothing to do with blood.

However, even though the godfather always tried his best to show a gentler attitude when facing the teenagers, the temperament of the superior who was soaked in the bones made him completely incompatible with those colorful fairy tales.

"... Whatever, any story is fine."

The young man didn't seem to think of any suitable subject, shrugged his shoulders and said.

The corners of the man's mouth were curved, and under the soft halo of the wall lamp, the lines of his side face were even more handsome.

"When I was little, I once heard such a story—"

"For those children who don't sleep seriously or can't sleep in the middle of the night—especially those who are extremely good-looking, there will be a ghost over two meters tall, faceless, and wearing a black suit, guarding him by the window. .”

"Even if it had no eyes, it could watch him;

Even if it has no mouth, it will secretly kiss him in the dead of night, after other adults have quietly fallen asleep;

Even though it has no fingers, it stretches out tiny tentacles to hug him. "

——This is... the strange story of the slender ghost?

Jiang Yilin thought in his heart that his nominal godfather also had a great possibility to know about the Slender Ghost.

However, Jiang Yilin has never believed in ghosts and gods - even if he entered the copy of this kind of horror story, he would not take this strange talk seriously.

He twitched his lips and asked jokingly.

"Then, dear godfather... If I can't sleep during a thunderstorm, will it just take me away?"

The godfather looked at his godson with a gentle look that was almost strange.

The boy's eyes were very clear, like the filtered mountain spring water flowing at the foot of the mountain.

The cold brown-haired man slowly hugged him in his arms.

His voice seemed to hold a promise that would never fade away.

"--Won't."

"As long as you're in my arms...

It never takes you away. "