The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

【This is your brother. 】

In this disaster-like scene, the system's voice was so clear.

【This is your younger brother...the younger brother who has been abandoned by you. 】

[There is a very interesting question, I want to ask you. 】

【You said... the people who turned him into this way and made him completely degenerate, are those believers, or you? 】

【You who unknowingly tempted him and fell in love with him, are you guilty? 】

The system's voice sounded over and over again, as if torturing Jiang Yilin's mind.

The black-haired young man looked at the hell-like scene in front of him, with a calm expression on his face, just like the calm water.

"I do not believe."

【Um? 】

The mechanical voice of the system seemed to be a little suspicious.

Jiang Yilin replied calmly, "I don't think I will do such a thing—even if this is a copy, but no matter what conflicts I had with my younger brother before, no matter what my younger brother did to me in school Whatever, I won't just abandon him like this and run away alone!"

"I would never leave him alone in a church—I don't believe it."

The system was silent for a long time.

It obviously didn't expect Jiang Yilin to answer like this.

After a while, the system smiled coldly and said, [Believe it or not, it's up to you. 】

After this sentence is finished, the sound of the system just disappears.

At the same time, Jiang Yilin felt that the layers of black mist in front of him seemed to be distorted and stopped in front of him.

--Is this a coincidence……?

winding,

tortuous,

twisted...

It was clearly something on another timeline, but Jiang Yilin felt something, as if that barrier had been dispelled.

Those terrifying evil forces under the black mist, with a breathtaking deterrent force, seemed to have completely appeared in front of him, covering Jiang Yilin's heart.

The black-haired young man shook his head, as if he wanted to expel those negative emotions from his body.

He knew that these things couldn't happen in front of his eyes, so maybe it was his own psychological effect that made him have such an illusion.

After more than ten seconds, with the wailing, the hell-like scene finally came to an end.

Those who were strung on wires and hung from the ceiling were completely dead.

The blood dripped continuously, dyeing the empty seat on the ground with a layer of mysterious color.

Jiang Yilin watched all this quietly, the distorted scene in front of him seemed to be slowly recovering.

——This seems to indicate that Jiang Yilin will soon leave the boundary of the inner world.

But at this moment, the black-haired young man heard a cold voice from behind him.

"Brother...Brother...Brother..."

Jiang Yilin didn't turn his head, but he couldn't help holding his hand tightly.

He clearly knew that he was not in the same timeline, but when he heard Jiang Xuyun's voice, his heart still fluctuated a little.

However... the black-haired young man felt that there was a relatively sticky wetness covering his ears.

It was as if a person was gently licking his earlobe with his tongue, and left his own marks on it with his teeth...

——What's going on... Isn't it an illusion?

This extremely depressing sticky feeling gave Jiang Yilin a feeling of suffocation.

At this time, Jiang Yilin avoids behind, keeps approaching his figure, turns sideways slightly, and looks behind.

The black-haired young man saw his younger brother's eyes were red, as if he could bleed, and smiled brightly at himself.

On his originally clean and delicate face, there were burn marks like a raging fire, like a ferocious ghost crawling out of hell, but the ugly scars were blurred in an instant.

The younger brother blinked and said...

"Brother, I found you."

"Sure enough, you still haven't completely abandoned me...It's still here, brother, that's great."

Immediately afterwards, the picture in front of him suddenly collapsed...

The voice of the system also sounded in his mind.

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 60%]

Jiang Yilin felt his own consciousness, as if he had fallen from a high altitude.

The black-haired young man heard a voice calling him in his ear.

"Jiang...Jiang...what's the matter with you? Are you okay?!"

When he opened his eyes, he saw Vincent's worried expression.

The blond police officer supported himself, and said softly, "Some abnormalities appeared on the ceiling just now—although it didn't take long for it to calm down again... Then when I looked back at you, I found that you just stayed there, completely listening Can't hear my voice..."

Jiang Yilin looked at Vincent with an expression that didn't seem like he was telling a lie, he was thinking in his heart.

—Could it be that... the so-called inner world, only he can enter it?

The dark-haired youth looked up at the church ceiling.

The skeleton of the skeleton that seemed to come alive in the memory has been reset, and there is nothing weird about it.

"Jiang...what the hell happened just now? Why are you standing here blankly like this?"

Jiang Yilin didn't answer the police officer beside him.

The black-haired young man pushed Vincent away, and suddenly looked back at the coffin under the cross.

The coffin was dark, and there were no gaps on the coffin, like a complete handicraft, without any trace of being touched by anyone.

The black-haired young man stared at the coffin, but was thinking in his mind.

When the younger brother Jiang Xuyun was tied to the cross, at the critical moment, it was the black mist that emerged from the coffin and entered the younger brother's body.

— are you in there?Xu Yun, will you be inside?

Jiang Yilin slowly and gently placed his hand on the coffin.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a voice of accusation.

——"At that time you abandoned him, you have to accept punishment."

——"Admit it, you are such a person, a ruthless person."

——"There is nothing in this world that will make you move towards him—even if that person is your younger brother."

——"Your cruel, indifferent and dangerous appearance is like a layer of arsenic wrapped in syrup, so many people died because of you."

——"It's the same in the real world. You get close to other people and ignore your younger brother. He will never be the only favored boy in your world. So, your younger brother kills all The person who killed all the people around you who were kind to you, whether it was Professor Allen, Joey, or the joker who admired you and was taken away from the casino by you... They all died at the hands of your brother superior."

——"Aren't you still unwilling to believe it now? In the end, your brother's disappearance is actually because he didn't want to be disappointed by you after you guessed the truth, so he left resolutely."

........................

Jiang Yilin didn't recall the voice that kept coming out of his head.

There was no trace of temperature on the surface of the coffin, it was cold, as if it had been abandoned for thousands of years.

"I still don't believe it, I won't abandon you, because you are my younger brother."

Jiang Yilin suddenly lowered his head, and gently touched the cold coffin with his lips, his tone was very gentle, as if mixed with an indescribable tenderness.

"A copy is a copy. I believe that you in this copy are different from you in real life."

"In real life, you are definitely not the murderer who killed so many people - because you are my brother."

"I believe in you, because you will always be the little boy who holds a wooden gun, puts his hips on his hips and says to me in an immature but firm tone, 'Brother, I will protect you!'"

"I believe you."

Jiang Yilin's determined voice sounded in this empty church, as if covering up all the sharp doubts.

The black-haired young man could feel that with the sound he made, the surface of the coffin under his fingers suddenly had a little heat, and even burned his palm a little.

However, Jiang Yilin still placed his hand on the coffin vigorously, without any intention of moving it away.

At this moment, he also heard an extremely familiar voice sounding beside him.

"You really care about your younger brother... Among all the memories, only he is different."

Jiang Yilin paused.

He turned his head and saw Vincent let go of the hand that was holding him, with a mechanical expression on his handsome face.

But the voice that came out of his mouth was so familiar, so familiar that Jiang Yilin would never forget it.

——It was my own voice.

"Do you believe that? You just believe in yourself. You will never do anything to make your brother sad. Do you just believe in him and believe that he will not become a person with blood on his hands?"

Vincent tilted his head and looked at Jiang Yilin, and slowly, the face on the straight police uniform twisted and turned into another face.

His blond hair, which seemed to shine even in the dark, turned into thick black hair, and his face, which originally belonged to a white man, softened a little.

He looked at Jiang Yilin with a look of curiosity on his face.

However, obviously he didn't have too many human emotions, so this kind of expression is just a copy of the human expressions he saw before, kneaded out.

——In fact, this is just his imitation, a kind of learning.

"You are my second personality?"

Jiang Yilin looked at him coldly.

"That's right, didn't we communicate before this dungeon? You also heard my voice at that time..."

"Isn't my voice your voice? Shouldn't you have already guessed it?"

The black-haired young man with the same face in front of him showed a somewhat stiff smile.

He began to move the joints of his body continuously, making a sound of "click-click-".

Immediately afterwards, the bones belonging to Vincent also underwent some changes, gradually shortening a little, and the uniform belonging to the policeman seemed a little looser.

He didn't stop changing until the eyes of the man in front of him were parallel with Jiang Yilin's.

The man's tone was extremely gentle, and the expression on his face that was eager to try and almost distorted was something Jiang Yilin couldn't do.

"—I am you, my dearest half."