When someone with depression enters the horror game

[Death is you plus the world and minus you. 〕

Some women have peerless beauty, but their souls may be boring enough, because they just stand in front of the mirror day after day, looking at their rose-like makeup.

Of course, roses have sharp and wounding thorns, and there are poisonous snakes spit out letters in the heart of the flowers.

The Queen is such a woman.

Probably her favorite, indeed, is her mirror, and not even her hapless son, who died unexpectedly in the bride's bedroom, gets much of her attention.

"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"My dear queen, you are as beautiful as ever, but now a young girl in the palace has grown up, she has hair like ebony, skin like snow, her lips are as red as blood, and now she is this The most beautiful woman in the world."

The queen already vaguely knew who it was.Of course, she was shaking with anger.

"My dear queen, that maiden is Snow White, though she is only slightly better."

Again the queen threw away the arsenic she had on hand—it was what she used to paint her face—as all noble women do.

"I will let the hunter lure her into the forest and kill her," she said to the mirror.

So this order was passed on to her subordinates, a loyal hunter.

She doesn't care whether the hunter is in trouble or not, thinking about how to trick Snow White into the forest, is she going to encourage the princess who has grown into a big girl to go to the forest to pick wild flowers?

――Well, the beautiful Snow White did take a surprise and went to the forest to pick wild flowers.

The hunter approached the delicate Snow White with a hunting knife.

Her Royal Highness's face was still as white as snow. Before she left the palace, she had just used leeches, putting the ugly and disgusting blood-sucking bugs behind her ears to suck blood, so as to keep her skin fair.

So in the case of just losing blood, she was even weaker and weaker.

Her eyes were full of innocence and pleading.

The hunter was struck by the look, "His Royal Highness is as beautiful as an angel," he thought.

"Oh, no, I was thinking, Her Royal Highness is as pure and kind as an angel."

He bowed to Snow White and said, "Your Highness, the queen is going to kill you, please run for your life."

Then he turned his head and left, making false evidence to return to the queen.

Snow White carried her skirt and fled to the depths of the forest. Fortunately, those ferocious animals were limited by her beauty and did not hurt her.

She kept running and running, and found a cabin in the deepest part of the forest!

She pushed open the door and found that there were seven small beds inside, which seemed to be for people with short stature to sleep.

She was so tired that she fell asleep quickly in bed.

Until the owner of the wooden house returned home after a hard day's work.

The seven dwarfs were startled by the strange girl in the room, and hurriedly woke her up.

"Why did you break into our house?"

Snow White was very sad, and held back her tears to tell these strangers what happened to her: "I am the princess of this country, but the ugly queen, the wicked old woman, is jealous of my beauty and wants to kill me. I fled into this forest, but accidentally lost my way, because I was really tired and sleepy, so I accidentally fell asleep..."

The dwarfs looked at each other.

Snow White finally shed tears, like a dewy rose in the morning: "I can wash, cook, clean the room and make the bed. Can you take me in?"

One of the dwarves said: "Oh, dear princess, you are so noble and elegant, no one would be willing to suffer any grievances from you, how can we vulgar people make you condescend to live in this ugly house Here, doing what these lowly slaves do?"

Snow White cried more sadly, and cried more beautifully.

"But it just so happens that we met a prince from a distant country. He has traveled here and is looking for a girl who is noble and beautiful enough to be his wife. We can make you acquainted, and you can go to his country to hide from your evil Mother."

Snow White nodded with tears and agreed to her meeting with the prince.

The next morning, the traveling prince arrived as promised, and they fell in love at first sight.

"Oh, Baixue, you are so beautiful, go to my country, you will be my wife." The prince knelt down on one knee, extremely pious.

Snow White nodded shyly and gave him her hand.

The dwarves cheered for their love, and the little animals in the forest also sent flowers to express their most sincere blessings.

At the end of the story, the handsome prince took the hand of the beautiful princess, returned to his kingdom, and lived a happy life.

But the vicious queen knew nothing about all this, she still stood in front of the magic mirror and asked the question of who is the most beautiful in the world.

"My dear queen, congratulations, Snow White is dead, and now you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

So the queen let out a sigh of relief, showed a satisfied smile, and did not forget to praise the loyal hunter.

The dwarfs were also very happy, and they sold the beautiful princess to the necrophilic prince, and got the best raw silk and gold.

They didn't have to be like this, but this girl is the king's daughter. The king slandered two of their brothers, branded them liars, and even chased them all over the country, so they had to flee to unknown places. Deep in the forest, I live in a small wooden house.

They cannot tolerate such a thing.

Now they traded the King's daughter for the best raw silk and gold, and they could sew a starry garment again.

As for Snow White?She was indeed very happy, how much the handsome and noble prince loved her.

In another place, among the green foliage, the nightingale in her nest on the holm oak heard a voice.

"Di-"

"The system generates a program, random task one, play the role of Nightingale according to Wilde's main story line, and complete what Nightingale should complete in the fairy tale. If the task fails, the system will determine that the player is dead."

The poor nightingale suddenly had a bad guess.

Wilde, nightingale?

"The Nightingale and the Rose" - This is a dead end game, and he doesn't have any resurrection items.

This made Zheng Qing, the Nightingale, once again have the urge to swear after entering the game for no reason.

Must die, no solution.

This is a horror game. Although the world looks more and more gentle on the surface, you never know where you are in the next moment, are you still alive?

Freud said, the big thing is coming, can you let it go?

Zheng Qing was thinking here—he had heard the student say that he wanted a red rose for a girl—and now he desperately needed something to face the death he might face next.

Later, he did think about the result. What he needed was calmness, and he might only be able to face death with such useless but decent things as calmness.

Before he could adjust himself gracefully, he finally uttered the first expletive in his life: "Fuck Wilde."

The student had already started crying on the grass. He covered his face and said, "My beloved girl is going to the dance, but I don't have a red rose for her... If I give her a rose, She'll be able to dance with me at the dinner party..."

"This is indeed a true lover." Zheng Qing read Wilde's lines without emotion. "What I sing for is his pain. What I am happy for is pain for him. Love It is a wonderful thing, it is more precious than emeralds, and rarer than opals. It cannot be exchanged for pearls or pomegranates, it cannot be bought in the market, it cannot be bought from merchants, and it cannot be used. gold to weigh its weight."

The lizards and butterflies in the garden began to ask, "Why is he crying?"

"For a red rose." Zheng Qing said softly, but it was that kind of cold tenderness.

Then the nightingale in the story should fly to the rose tree to seek a red rose for the infatuated student.

As a matter of course, neither of the two rose trees had red roses, and they suggested that Nightingale find the rose tree that grew under the student's window.

Zheng Qing is one step closer to death.

"If you want a red rose," said the tree, "you must make it with music by the light of the moon, and stain it red with the blood of your breast. You must touch it with your breast." Sing by one of my thorns. You will sing to me all night long, and the thorn must penetrate your breast, and your blood must flow into my veins and become mine."

This is the call of death.

The moon hung in the sky, and the nightingale pressed her breast to the thorn, and sang like water boiling in a silver pot.

He sang non-stop, singing the love that sprouted in the hearts of boys and girls, with his unique gentleness and calmness.

But the body was in pain, the thorns were getting deeper and deeper, and the blood was about to flow out.

"Pierce some more," said the tree.

The flower thorn must pierce the nightingale's heart, so that the blood of the heart will flow out, and the white flower heart will turn into bright red of blood.

He pressed the thorn of the rose again, and sang of love immortal in the grave.

"Oh, little Nightingale, you probably don't understand love, even if a flower thorn pierces your heart, it's only faintly red."

Zheng Qing's thinking is slack, thinking that roses are the heads that grow to be beheaded (Note), and they are the most desperate flower.

In the end, the rose will also be thrown into the stinky ditch by that student.

"Little Nightingale, think about love!"

爱情……爱情……他的内心迅速浮现了一个人的影像……笑得……有些欠揍……

The roses turned bright red.

His eyes were clouded and he flapped his wings.

He was lying in the long grass with a thorn in his heart, which hurt too much.

he died.