The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

In the long dark night, Jiang Yilin looked at the top thoughtfully.

He said slowly, "System, I have a guess."

【what? 】

"When I first entered this dungeon, I heard such a sentence—"

“—[I hate all other species approaching him, whether human or ghost.]”

"In other words, there may be more than one ghost in this dungeon, right?"

His voice was soft, but with firm strength.

Once, it can be said to be an illusion, but similar things happened twice, Jiang Yilin didn't think it was because his nerves were too sensitive.

In the middle of the night, the butler who inadvertently stepped on his feet and the maid with a strange look and amazing strength...

——Sometimes, staying vigilant can make people live longer.

Jiang Yilin felt that something must have happened...in a corner he didn't pay attention to.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 25%]

[You are still as sharp as ever, Mr. Jiang. ] The system's voice seemed to be smiling.

Jiang Yilin curled his lips slightly, and pulled the quilt covering his chin again.

"That's all," he said.

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The morning light is faint.

On the second day, Jiang Yilin was pushed downstairs by the housekeeper after a simple wash, and sat at the dining table.

The man on the other side of the long table carefully observed the expression of his godson.

The expression of the black-haired young man was indifferent, and nothing unusual could be seen, but the blue marks in his eyes showed that he didn't sleep well last night.

Jiang Yilin lowered his eyes slightly. For some reason, he felt that his appetite was not good. This body was weaker than he thought. It seemed that it was because he hadn't eaten normally for a long time. When he saw those exquisite dishes, There was a convulsion in the stomach.

"Don't want to eat, huh?"

As if it was a joke, the godfather held his chin with one hand, and the corner of his mouth showed a slight arc.

"Do you need me to feed you like you did when you were a child?"

Jiang Yilin unconsciously tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.

"Need not."

The smile on the corner of the godfather's mouth deepened, but he didn't get too entangled in this topic.

The black-haired young man turned his eyes slightly, and among the servants standing respectfully beside him, he found the figure of the girl with a strange figure from yesterday.

The girl looked extremely petite and lovely inside, and there was no abnormal expression on her face.

Compared with the pale face last night, at this moment, she seemed to be injected with vitality again, and those emerald green eyes were like flowing blue.

The girl seemed to have sensed his gaze, and lowered her head shyly, with a slight blush on her fair cheeks.

Jiang Yilin looked away again, and looked at his godfather again.

The movement of the man on the opposite side of the long table seemed extremely slow.

The way he used the knife and fork didn't feel like he was eating, but rather like he was carefully dissecting something.

The movements are not too fast or slow, giving people a feeling of ease.

It's like holding everything in the palm of your hand.

This gave Jiang Yilin a very weird illusion.

——For this man, his godson...may be the dish on his plate.

Sensing Jiang Yilin's gaze, the godfather suddenly stopped his movements.

"It's really rare. When you look at me with such vigilant eyes again, I'm not used to it."

—perhaps his godson thought he was better hidden.

The man suddenly smiled and put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"What do you remember?"

There was a hint of darkness in the godfather's gaze.

—he was afraid that his godson... would think of something that would be unfavorable to their feelings.

"No, no."

Even if he was discovered, the black-haired youth didn't feel any embarrassment.To be precise...he was discovered by the godfather on purpose.

He just raised his eyebrows and said, "I had a dream yesterday."

There was a half-truth and half-false dream in his voice, "I dreamed... something about my childhood. It seems that you told me a story, and the content of the story is about the slender ghost."

"You said... Even if it has no eyes, it can spy on me;

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

Even though it doesn't have fingers, it stretches out tiny tentacles to hug me. "

"—Is this really just a story?"

He looked the godfather straight in the eye.

In many cases, even if it is a story with the same theme, each narrator will present a different script and reflect different things in their hearts.

Jiang Yilin only heard the godfather's hidden feelings from the weird talk of the slender ghost.

——After he became an adult...he longed to embrace himself, he longed to possess himself.

— like a sick ghost.

The man across the long table looked very calm.

Even speaking, there was a kind of admiration in his eyes.

There were complicated undercurrents in those silver-gray eyes.

In the end, the cold brown-haired man still smiled.

"That was just me joking."

The man said, "There are no ghosts in this world."

Jiang Yilin looked into the godfather's eyes, and that feeling of scalp numbness surged up again.

With a smile in his eyes, the godfather said in a low voice:

"—and you have me."