[Quick Transmigration] Horror game

Wu De didn't say anything more, he forced a smile, and turned sideways to make way for Su Ruo.

Everything in the house is very similar to the families of the proletarian masses that can be seen everywhere in the old Soviet movies of the last century-rough and even crooked tables and chairs are randomly placed on the black floor, and several wooden beds against the wall are horizontal doors. When it was put down, it gave off the smell of chopping wood and burning it.There was an empty vodka bottle on the table in the middle of the room, and inside it was a bouquet of dusty fake flowers. To Su Ruo's surprise, there was an oil painting hanging on the corner of the wall, the frame of which was damaged. The picture is also blurred, and it can be vaguely seen that it is a portrait of a person, probably Stalin, Su Ruo thought.

The window on one side of the wooden house can see the scenery of the woods outside. Although it is spring, the snow has not yet melted, showing a desolate and withered appearance. Together with the simple furnishings in the house, there is a melancholy atmosphere in the north.But this place is much better than that of Sharo Ishikawa, everyone looks normal and happy, there is nothing weird about it.Especially those bearded hunters, after talking and laughing for a while, in the evening, they set up a bonfire in the open space covered with fallen leaves in front of the wooden house, and they didn't know what they were cooking.They always seemed very happy, immersed in their own world, they didn't even ask Su Ruo and Ji Yaoxin where they came from, and they didn't come to talk to them, probably Nana had already greeted them.

After the meal, the hunters played the accordion and sang in the house again. They were some very old songs, such as "Katyusha" and "Cranberry Blossoms". The sparkling water spread far away, and the wind blew through the tops of the birch trees outside the house, making a rustling sound.The whole environment gives Su Ruo a feeling of the Soviet era. In the era of red sickles and hammers, there should be no strange things, so Su Ruo is a little confused about what Nana wants to do.

Adhering to the principle of asking if you don't understand, Su Ruo asked Ji Yaoxin like this, but Ji Yaoxin smiled wryly back.

"I don't know," she said, "this is Yelena's world."

"Is that Japanese village also in Nana's world?" Su Ruo thought, the one who woke up by the river was probably Nana's troublemaker.

"No," Ji Yaoxin pointed to the samurai sword placed beside Su Ruo on the ground, the light of the black scabbard was gentle and dull, "that world belongs to the owner of this sword."

In fact, what Ji Yaoxin said is not difficult for Su Ruo to understand. The snowy mountain that makes a big news every nine years is Ji Yaoxin's world, the haze high school is Wu De's world, and every night in Kong Hua's world there will be Hong|Wei |兵游|Well, Sharo Ishikawa, who has a head complex, sends incense ashes to her sister every day, and here is the hometown of her father in Nana's impression.

"I should be able to create my own world." Su Ruo said with longing.She can also create such a seamless horror world like those people who look very powerful, and scare half of every little white who stumbles in.

Ji Yaoxin smiled, under the dimly lit tungsten light bulb in the hut, her smile was very beautiful, Su Ruo thought as she stared at her blankly, it seemed that it was also the dim light, the strange environment, and also Ji Yaoxin's smile that made her smile. I became addicted to it without knowing it.

"You're not dead, you're not a ghost," she said.

Su Ruo felt someone staring at her, she turned her head and saw Nana sitting on a chair at the other end of the room, looking straight at her.Although Nana was several meters away from them and Ji Yaoxin's voice was very soft, Su Ruo had a feeling that Nana could hear them talking.But Nana didn't come over to refute Ji Yaoxin, she didn't even show any disdain, but there was an inexplicable light in her eyes, one blue and one black.Then she turned away from them and started laughing loudly with a tall Russian boy.

Su Ruo didn't ask Ji Yaoxin any more, she knew that in the current situation, it was inappropriate to ask anything.

Ji Yaoxin stared at Su Ruo, Su Ruo had an inexplicable sense of certainty, she didn't need to say anything, Ji Yaoxin could understand her thoughts; on the contrary, Su Ruo knew nothing about what Ji Yaoxin was thinking.This feeling of unequal information made Su Ruo feel suffocated, but inexplicably developed a strange feeling for Ji Yaoxin.

As the night deepened, the chatter and laughter gradually subsided, and the hunters fell asleep one after another. Ji Yaoxin and Su Ruo also found an empty bed by the window to lie down on.The wooden boards were covered with wolf fur and burlap, and the night here was as cold as ice water, but Su Ruo didn't feel the cold very much.Instead, it was the moonlight shining through the window and the sound of running water that became clearer because of the silence that made her feel scared.

Su Ruo closed her eyes, still unable to fall asleep.She wants to judge whether she is dead or not—if she is not dead, why can she recall those suicide moments?If she is already dead, why is there still a heartbeat, and can feel many emotions of the living... But she did see Su Li standing behind her through the reflection of the blade, and Su Li's gray hand... All things can happen after death, so what is the difference between living and dying...

She was thinking about these things in a daze, and after an unknown amount of time, Su Ruo opened her eyelids a little.Ji Yaoxin was lying beside her, sleeping peacefully, Su Ruo couldn't feel her breathing, but it was not surprising, Ji Yaoxin was already dead.What is really strange is that Su Ruo is very aware that Ji Yaoxin has been dead for a long time, but now she is by Ji Yaoxin's side without any fear.

Do the dead need sleep too?

Su Ruo turned over, no longer facing the wall, but facing the darkness in the middle of the hut.She was surprised to find that someone had built a small fire on the floor in the center of the cabin, and three bearded old men were squatting around the fire, as if they were warming themselves.

There are no old men among those Russian hunters, Su Ruo is a little puzzled, is it the illusion caused by the flames and beards that make these three people look very old?She lay on her side on the bed and took a closer look. That's right, they were three old men, because these three people not only had beards but also were bald.

This kind of scene can't be called weird, at most it's a bit strange—besides, there is a stove in the hut, why did the three old men light a fire on the ground?The flames were not quite right either. I don't know what kind of clean energy was burning, but there was no black smoke coming out.The current situation is like Lenin, Stalin and Trotsky in a meeting, Su Ruo couldn't help laughing.

The old man who was facing Su Ruo found that Su Ruo was awake, he smiled kindly and waved to Su Ruo, as if signaling Su Ruo to go over.

Su Ruo hesitated for a moment, she looked at Ji Yaoxin who was sleeping soundly beside her, anyway, the people in the room should be fine, at worst, it would be a matter of waking Ji Yaoxin up.She got up lightly and put on her coat, saw Ishikawa Sharo's knife on the ground, thought for a while, and grabbed it in her hand.There was a belt buckle on the back of the jacket, just right there to hang a knife, although it looked silly.

The three old men were still enjoying themselves by the fire.They didn't speak to each other, they all lowered their heads and were thinking about something.After squatting by the fire for a while, Su Ruo felt that her feet were numb, and at the same time, she also noticed something was wrong.Why isn't this fire warm at all?She squeezed her arm and felt pain; she reached out and touched the floor at her feet, it was wet and cold, but this fire was the only one, no matter how close she got, she couldn't feel the warmth of the fire.

According to Su Ruo's experience of surviving so many horror stories, things are a bit wrong right now.She untied the knife from the buckle of her clothes with one hand, and slowly stepped back.The wind lifted her skirts, and the Siberian early spring night was cool, with the smell of cold arctic ice and snow.

How can there be wind in the house?Su Ruo looked around, and she was shocked to find that the environment had changed. The crude tables, chairs and benches in the hut disappeared without a trace, and the hunters, Nana and Ji Yaoxin also disappeared. Now she was standing in a forest, the moonlight shining through The branches above the head shine down, and the dark blue night sky seems to be divided into countless fragments. The wind or the long scream of wild animals can be heard from afar, and the river is gurgling not far away; this is clearly a dense forest in the wilderness.Only three old men were still roasting the cold fire in place.

At this moment, the old man who had always turned his back to Su Ruo turned his head, and Su Ruo saw that the old man had no chin.She screamed in fright, and the sound made the night owl on the branch fly away.Su Ruo turned around and ran, her shoes creaking on the frozen, unmelted snow and dead branches.

The moonlight was very bright, and Su Ruo could see clearly that this was a cemetery, because many crosses were erected among the birch trunks, like people standing silently among the trunks. The horizontal bars of the crosses reminded Su Ruo of what Nana would often do. That movement - with arms outstretched, seems to be the posture of Christ's crucifixion.

After running for dozens of steps, she stopped panting, and mustered up the courage to look back. The bonfire and the three old men were gone. The mist drifted through the woods, and everything was covered with a dark blue ominous veil of death.

Su Ruo untied the warrior knife and held it in his hand, and drew the knife out of its sheath. The cold light on the blade made Su Ruo feel a little more at ease. She remembered that Su Li would always stand behind her to help her hold the knife.Su Ruo looked around vigilantly.An owl screamed horribly on a branch, almost scaring Su Ruo out of a heart attack.

A gust of wind blew, and the mist cleared up a bit. Not far away, a curly-haired girl in a white dress with frills was standing beside a tree with her back to Su Ruo. She looked messy too, but her figure was like Nana.

Su Ruo walked towards Nana cautiously.She felt that Nana was always looking for opportunities to do something to her—although she didn't quite know the specific meaning of "do it" and it wouldn't be a good thing anyway, but every time Nana was about to do it, she was always interrupted , Ji Yaoxin or Ishikawa Shaluo, this time, if no one appeared in time to save her... Su Ruo clenched the handle of the knife, she thought, she couldn't always be so passive.