The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

Jiang Yilin opened his eyes again.

He found that he was still lying in that cell.

There is nothing in the prison cell, it is still empty, including those little monsters that once existed in the copy of the memory, and they have not appeared here again.

Jiang Yilin sat up, put his hands in front of him, gently spread his fingers, and then slowly closed them.

The black-haired young man murmured, "Is all of this coming to an end?"

Just at this time……

A series of images, like memories, slowly unfolded in his mind, and for a moment, it even made his brain feel a little tingling.

………………

The scariest thing in this world is to doubt yourself.

Deep night.

Jiang Yilin opened his eyes again, and found himself in the former study.

He saw himself standing in front of the desk, and there seemed to be something wrong with his expression.

The black-haired young man tore apart and shredded all the documents on the desk until they became fragments that could no longer be spliced ​​together, restoring the truth of the text.

In those letters that seemed to be confessions, although the handwriting contained a deliberate gesture that had covered up a lot of useful information, but when he saw the pen, he still felt It made the black-haired youth feel somewhat inexplicably familiar.

Jiang Yilin looked it over before he let go of those thoughts.

He also saw that there might be a mystery hidden in these words, and only after a series of permutations and combinations of these characters, and then reasoning, can we see all the mystery.

The black-haired young man lit a cigarette, and the curling smoke began to linger in front of him, even blurring his brows and eyes a little.

After Jiang Yilin saw this scene, he couldn't help frowning.

He could feel that he should not smoke much on weekdays, but this time he broke the ring.

"Are you impatient?"

Jiang Yilin looked at himself and muttered to himself.

He closed his eyes, as if he had received all the emotions he should have had at this time.

——Why is there such a result...

——After all the letters and all the mysteries were solved, what was fused together turned out to be such a sentence...

——"The murderer is actually you... my dear Jiang Yilin!"

The black-haired young man stroked the handwriting on the broken letter paper, the familiarity on it was not fake.

——After such an exquisite disguise, he still felt a strange sense of familiarity... He didn't believe the information given on the paper, because there was another possibility.

——In this world, there is another person who can carefully trace his handwriting in this form for more than ten years, and knows his thirst for knowledge and competitiveness, and turns it into a psychological Puzzles, to challenge his nerves.

The black-haired young man flicked the cigarette in his hand, and threw it among the shredded letter papers on the ground.

In an instant,

The shards ignited like this...

All the information has been evaporated.

………………

The scene changed abruptly again.

Jiang Yilin saw that his memory seemed to have come to the apartment that he and joker moved out together later.

Before the dining table, joker looked at himself worriedly.

Even though this young man had been brought out of that casino, his expression was still so timid, as if he hadn't fully integrated into Jiang Yilin's family, nor had he done a good job. The courage to welcome a new life.

"Jiang...how are you doing recently? Did something happen?"

The joker seemed to be concerned about him and asked gently.

"I always feel that your recent state is weird. It seems that you have been worried about being followed by someone... and you are also a little irritable."

"What's the matter, Jiang...? Do you want to see a psychiatrist?"

joker asked cautiously.

The black-haired young man on the opposite side of joker looked into his eyes, shook his head, and said, "No, I just feel that something is wrong. Thank you for your concern."

After hearing Jiang Yilin's words, joker's expression darkened, as if he realized that the young man had reservations about him.

He pursed his lips, didn't say much, and still concentrated on helping the young man prepare meals.

Jiang Yilin thought in his heart: "I remember, in the previous dungeon, one piece of information I learned was that the joker also disappeared, so the next thing..."

………………

The scene skipped again in an instant.

Jiang Yilin blinked.

He saw that he seemed to have received a video tape.

The video tape is the most common model, and there are no scratches or written instructions on it.

The black-haired youth put the video tape in his hand into the projection box.

When the video tape was shown, the gloomy picture jumped out suddenly.

In the picture, the joker is tied up in a closed room by a person whose body shape is very similar to his own...to be precise, a person who is almost exactly the same.

A gray plastic bag was placed over the joker's head, his body was tied with a rope, and a huge chainsaw was placed across his neck.

After the man finished all the preparations, he walked to the screen.

He draws one stroke at a time, and the strength of writing is a bit heavy. However, looking at the strokes, it is obviously his own handwriting.

On the dangling screen, a few scary words were written by that person.

"—I want to play a game with you... come on, let you guess, who am I?"

Jiang Yilin narrowed his eyes, looked at those words, and read that paragraph gently.

——It's really interesting. Could it be that I, the second personality... is provoking me?

………………

The screen shook again, and finally, it was frozen at the end.

It was a hospital.

In this waiting room, there was a smell like disinfectant, and that smell seemed to linger at the tip of Jiang Yilin's nose.

He turned his head slightly, and saw that it was himself and a doctor-like person.

The black-haired young man sat on his seat with his hands folded, and the person in front of him was the Dr. Hades that Jiang Yilin saw in the copy of Jushan Mental Hospital.

The doctor pushed his glasses, and there was a little complicated expression on his cold and charming face.

"Mr. Jiang, good afternoon."

"Here, I have to tell you a piece of news. I don't know if you are mentally prepared for this."

Dr. Hades's voice was impersonal, without a trace of ups and downs, as if what he said was not a doctor's identification of the patient's condition, but some mechanical timekeeping.

"Mr. Jiang, according to my appraisal, you have severe symptoms of split personality, and, as the main personality, you seem to have never felt the existence of the secondary personality..."

"As far as I know, people around you have disappeared within a year. You have always believed that the murderer was among the people around you. However, all the evidence found by the New York police pointed to you."

"Of course, the crimes you committed were all carried out by the sub-personality, so you don't need to take responsibility for your crimes. But..."

"From now on, you will be sent to a mental hospital for permanent isolation and treatment."

"—I'm sorry, but I can't help you with anything else."

Doctor Hades lowered his head slightly.

After he finished speaking, his handsome face was covered by the mask he put on again, and the emotions hidden underneath could not be seen.

………………

finally……

Jiang Yilin opened his eyes in the memory that was constantly going back.

After all, he just glanced at these things.

These all seem to symbolize his past, and all symbolize his lost memories.

——The secret letter, joker, video tape, and Dr. Hades' final mental appraisal... everything seemed to point him to the chain of memory.

However, Jiang Yilin still felt a little groggy in his mind, as if there was still a layer of veil gently wrapping it.

"Is this the truth? So...can I leave this place now?"

The black-haired young man got up and slowly came to the door of the room.

He put his hand on the doorknob, as if he wanted to open the door and leave from here.

After a long time.

His hand, however, was still vainly placed on it, never pressing down, touching the edge of the metal.

"No, no..."

"I still feel that something is wrong."

Jiang Yilin withdrew his hand, and raised his head to look at the door.

This door is very ordinary, and there doesn't seem to be anything unusual about it. It seems to be the door installed in those ordinary simple hotels.

Jiang Yilin looked at the door, but he was thinking about what the system had said to him at the beginning.

——【When you put your hand on the doorknob, you will die, and repeat this process over and over again. 】

"I see."

Jiang Yilin muttered to himself.

"A dream within a dream, a game within a game..."

The black-haired young man gently closed his eyes, slightly raised his lips, "Those are not true, I have not returned to the real world."

"This is not reality at all, this is..."

"—This is your conscious world, am I right?"

Jiang Yilin suddenly opened his eyes, and a stern look flashed across them.

He turned around and looked at the man who suddenly appeared behind him.

——That, someone I couldn't be more familiar with.