Proposed by the boss in the game

Shen Youyu thought that if you didn't tell, no one would believe what you said was true.

The stories in this kind of horror game are naturally planned and collected, at most they are true stories for this character.

Shen Youyu and Zhao Youyou looked at each other, staring at the man who spoke, not going to let go of any clues.

This man has a bald head, like a big brother in the underworld, and there is a scar on his face as if to fit his status.

After the bald man threatened a few people, he began to tell his story: "I used to be a gangster. In our line of work, there are many things, including killing and killing, so you must be brave."

As he spoke, he glanced at Shen Youyu, who was as handsome as a young master.

"..." He just said that he had the guts to see what he was doing, but Shen Youyu ignored the look and remained unmoved.

"I have been sitting in the position of the big brother all the way since I was a gangster. I have a ruthless heart. But the police have become more and more strict with these things. Later, I got into trouble and was betrayed by the people below. I had no choice but to run all the way, hiding from black and white At this moment, I went to a restaurant that I passed by before."

The bald man spoke more mechanically than before.

"This restaurant was built a long time ago. The surrounding area has been demolished. There are only two or three street lamps left. There is no car passing by for half a day. No one knows that I will hide there. The most important thing is me and This lady boss can talk."

When he said this, he seemed to have entered the topic.

Zhao Youyou licked her lips, feeling a little uneasy, looking at Shen Youyu, who had a calm expression beside her, and suddenly calmed down for some reason.

"And then?" she asked.

"Don't interrupt!" The man next to him scolded angrily.

Zhao Youyou was taken aback by his death-like eyes, nodded repeatedly, and stopped making any noise, for fear of accidents.

"The proprietress remembered that I had been here before, and without asking any questions, she prepared a table of hot dishes and good wine for me. I ate comfortably and slept in a utility room here at night."

"In the middle of the night, I was woken up by a dull sound. I got out of bed and left the utility room. I followed the dim light to the back kitchen. I saw the proprietress with her back to me, chopping something on the table, loudly... ..."

"I asked the proprietress why she was still working late at night. The place is so dilapidated, there are not many customers, and there is no money. After a long time, the proprietress finally turned around and looked at me with a knife dripping blood in her hand—"

The bald man's eyes swept over the two of them, slowing down his tone of voice, making the atmosphere a bit weird.

"She said, 'Aren't you just money?' Well, the story is over." The bald man returned to his vicious look in a second.

Shen Youyu didn't feel any fear at all.

Fortunately, there is no need to vote yet. Sitting to the right of the bald man is a young man in a leather jacket. He is also preparing to tell a story.

The young man also stated at the beginning that what he told was a true story, this time he told a ghost story about food delivery.

The young man used to be a delivery man, leaving early and returning late every day, but with a commission, he was quite satisfied, until one day he received a late-night delivery order.

After he took the takeaway from the store, he found out that the address of the takeaway order was actually a suburban cemetery. He was so frightened that he called to ask if it was a prank.

The other party said that this was for his relatives at home, and told him not to worry, he could leave after sending it over, and added extra money.

The young man couldn't help being tempted, and he said he would just send it there. Now it is the 21st century, where are there any ghosts, so he went to send it off.

There was no one in the cemetery, so he found the tombstone in horror, got the name right, put the takeaway in front of the tombstone, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, his eyes went dark, and he heard a dark voice in his ear: "Don't you want money? Come down and get it!"

After the young man finished telling his story, he looked at the man in the suit on his right, "It's your turn, tell me quickly."

Shen Youyu was a little surprised after hearing the two stories.

If this is a true story, the bald man might have killed the proprietress, or he could have been chopped up, and the young man in the leather jacket should have died, so he should be a ghost by now.

This coincides with the name of the dungeon of the game, ghost game, it seems that except for them, there are ghosts among the participants in these games, and it is very likely that the rest are all ghosts.

The man in the suit was calmer, didn't talk nonsense, and directly told a story that happened in the company, which he experienced personally.

He has been working in the company for more than a year, and he works overtime every day. That day is the last one to work overtime. In the middle of the night, he is the only one in the office, and he is in a hurry to urinate at this time.

The man in the suit couldn't bear it, and went to the bathroom at the end of the corridor. Halfway through urinating, he heard a coughing sound in the toilet, which was not loud, and it was uncomfortable to hear.

He couldn't bear it, and went to the compartment to listen carefully. It was the last compartment, and he was so angry that he knocked on the door.

The cubicle door didn't open, and the cough died away.

The man in the suit was puzzled, so he lay down on the ground and looked into the gap, but he saw nothing. There were no feet in the compartment at all, as if no one was in it.

"Okay, I'm done talking, it's her time." After the man in the suit finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Youyou.

Zhao Youyou came back to her senses, her face was pale, she could only look at Shen Youyu, stumbling and said: "I... the story I told today is also what I personally experienced."

Probably because I was too panicked, I spoke very slowly and stuttered at the beginning, but it got better later on.

What Zhao Youyou was talking about was the last game dungeon she participated in. She extracted a fragment of it and said it was a ghost story about a fairy in the dormitory, omitting a lot of details.

After she finished speaking, she let out a long sigh of relief.

All three looked at Shen Youyu in unison: "It's your turn."

Shen Youyu hummed, and cleared his throat: "The story I told was also my own personal experience, it's a strange story."

He modified the strange talk on the roof in the previous dungeon, processed some narratives, and there were a lot of ups and downs.

Shen Youyu wasn't sure if the story was really related to his personal experience as they claimed, so what he said was what he really experienced.

After finishing speaking, there was a few seconds of silence, and the young man said: "Okay, let's start voting, who is the least scary, there is only one vote for each type, and the number of the raised hand represents the number, and it is not allowed to change after voting." .”

Zhao Youyou looked at Shen Youyu asking for help.

She didn't know how to vote at all, except for herself and Shen Youyu, she felt that there was a problem, because it sounded like stories told by dead people.

Zhao Youyou is already worried, ready to activate the skills as soon as something happens.

"Wait, I need to think about it." Shen Youyu said.

"Can you do it, it's so slow to cast a vote?" The bald man got angry all of a sudden, but luckily he didn't make a move.

"Wait a minute." Shen Youyu turned his eyes, thinking seriously.

He and Zhao Youyou are teammates, two people, if they vote together for one of the other three, there are many possibilities for the remaining three votes, they may be the same, they may be different, or they may vote for one of them together .

That might be the end of it.

Shen Youyu glanced over the bald man, the young man, and the man in the suit one by one, and their staring eyes were clear.

They are all waiting to start voting.

The author has something to say: I think such a game is quite interesting