I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your will be done on earth..."

When Feng Huai woke up, it seemed that the immature child's voice was still ringing in his head, but he couldn't hear it clearly.

The pain in his chest was like ten thousand insects, rats and ants were gnawing at his flesh and blood. He looked down at his chest, and saw a cross wound about the size of a fist.

There is a piece of iron sheet next to him, and through the reflection of the iron sheet, he can see "his" face.

Most of the facial features are covered by short grass-like hair and tasteless thick-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose.

It's not his face.

In the Kyushu of the world, everyone admired Emperor Feng Huai's handsome demeanor—how could Emperor Feng Huai have such an ordinary face.

He hasn't figured out his current situation yet, but it's clear that this body is in a bad state.

"System binding: Feng Huai (near death)."

An abrupt voice sounded in his mind.

The man's eyes sharpened suddenly, and his dying sickness seemed to fade away at this moment, like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

——He didn't know that at this moment, his facial features seemed to be different from before, as if a layer of mist covering his face had been wiped away, and his whole person became more distinct and prominent.

More like that Emperor Feng Huai.

The voice in my head continued to broadcast without interval.

"Choose whether to accept the mission: Death Row Prison Horror Night Survival."

"Task Reward: According to the evaluation of task completion, the corresponding points will be obtained."

"Note: Points can be used as a lottery."

"Accepting the mission can change the dying state."

Feng Huai felt the little vitality left in this body. He felt that his soul was imprisoned in this dying body, and no matter how powerful he was, he still couldn't break free from a dying body. In a dead body, the soul will die together with the body sooner or later.

His eyes darkened slightly.

"The mission is deemed accepted. Please the host try to survive."

"Unless there are special circumstances, the mission system will not frequently appear in the host's daily terror life."

"Daily life of terror?" Feng Huai's voice was hoarse and broken, as rough as gravel particles had run over his throat, he guessed that this body might not have spoken for a long time.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of him suddenly changed, and a sharp laugh accompanied by strong dazzlement hit his nerves.

"The scene map is loading... The death row prison scene has been loaded. Note that this is a copy of the novice guide game, and the popular live broadcast and reward functions are temporarily disabled."

"Background description: The time is 2000 years later in the interstellar future, and the planet has just experienced a century-long war.

"You are the No.13 death row prisoner at Death Row Prison Zero."

"Death Row Prison No. [-] is located on a cliff, rebuilt from an abandoned orphanage in the last century. No. [-] Death Row Prison seems to wake up in the middle of the night. The wailing of children, the roar of men, and the laughter of women are like nightmares. Tormenting the nerves of every death row inmate - of course, they deserve it."

"However, some people really died at the beginning. The rope was soaked in blood, and the collar was like a bright red scarf, with a long hanging tail hanging down. The blood words and the crescent moon appeared together in the hidden corner of the prison: Is it your turn today?"

"Complete the main line: deciphering the horror night of No. 5 Death Row Prison, and you will get [-] points."

"Please explore freely and live well."

This sound is like a signal to start the game

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Feng Huai opened his eyes after being dazzled, and the scene in front of him had turned into a small, boxy space.

On the upper side of the wall, there is a fence window the size of a block of tofu, and you can see the crescent moon crescent outside the window.

"Hey, newcomer, are you asleep?" A man hissed from the upper bunk, "Do you know what... will happen tonight?"

Feng Huai looked up and saw that it was a thin and small man with an inverted triangle goatee. When he spoke, his eyes showed fearful probing and vigilance.

"Hey, are you scared?" A mocking laugh came from the next cell.

"That's right, it was your roommate who died last time, maybe it's your turn this time."

Goatee's face turned ugly, and he looked at Feng Huai.

Feng Huai didn't make a sound, but looked down at his body——

He peeled off the orange prison clothes on his body, and lightly touched the clean and flawless skin with his slender and pale fingertips—there should have been a blood hole there, but under the moonlight, it revealed an almost pale but smooth chest.

However, the dull pain didn't disappear, it turned into strands and wrapped around his heart, every beat of the heart seemed to involve such a thin pain.

Goatee didn't hear Feng Huai's echo, he leaned out, bent his neck and looked at the lower bunk: "Hey, I'm talking to you."

Feng Huai rubbed his chest subconsciously, his thin body was set off by the loose prison clothes, making his complexion paler and weaker.

Seeing this, Goatee even felt that the other party would not live long at all.

"It was also on such a night last time. A person died in this cell." Goatee said to himself, "When that person died, his eye sockets seemed to melt, and his eyeballs were gone. Like... like something out of an urban horror legend."

"What horror legend?" Feng Huai asked, his voice was hoarse, and when he spoke, the goatee jumped, like the sound of a knife being sharpened on a whetstone.

Goatee muttered in his heart, how long has it been since he spoke?

He pursed his lips, and his voice was lowered, as if there was nothing: "Bloody Mary, haven't you heard of it? It's just...you light a candle, look in the mirror, and call Bloody Mary three times, and she will I came to you. When you see her, your eyes will be burned and become two black blood holes."

Feng Huai let out an "oh".

There are similar legends in his world, but it is replaced by another creature that only exists in that dimension, the blood-melting ant, which is specially used to stop children from crying at night.

The big difference is that it's real.The little blood-melting ant burrowed into the skin without knowing it, and all the good and bad cells and organs were melted into a pool of blood, and finally the whole person turned into a human skin ball full of blood.

He raised it.There is a litter.

Goatee didn't know why Feng Huaineng was so calm, God knows if the person whose eyes turned into blood holes tonight might be one of them.

I also know that this sick cat looks like it is only hanging on its breath. If it encounters that monster, it will definitely not survive, and maybe it will depend on him at that time.

He gave a soft "Hello" and wanted to ask Feng Huai, but he saw Feng Huai get off the bed and walk to the open space in the middle.

Feng Huai looked at the cell in front of him.

In the right corner is a sink for washing, and above the sink is a mirror.

The sounds from the left and right cells disappeared at some point, and the clock hung at the end of the corridor outside, quiet enough to clearly hear the rhythmic swing of the hands.

"clatter".

"clatter".

Unknowingly, the sound of water droplets was caught in the sound of the pointer swinging.

Feng Huai looked at the sink, the water was dripping from the faucet that had been turned on tightly.

The man with the goatee swallowed, "I tightened it."

Feng Huai took a few steps forward and paused slightly.

"What's wrong?" the man with the goatee asked in a low voice.

After hesitating for two seconds, he got out of bed and walked to Feng Huai's side.

The goatee quickly saw something in the pool, he gasped in a "hissy" breath, and his pupils shrank fiercely.

On the wall in front of the pool, a line of blood slowly seeped out:

Is it your turn today?

Looking down, the pool of blood was tumbling and bubbling.

Right in the middle, an eyeball wrapped around the optic nerve was spurted up with blood from time to time.

The rolling eyes seemed to be staring at the two of them.

The goatee man's legs went limp on the spot, and he fell to the ground, muttering incessantly: "Here it is, here it is..."

Feng Huai ignored the man's murmurs, he walked to the pool, stared at the pool of water and frowned slightly.

The next second, the goatee saw in astonishment that the pale man suddenly made a move, and two slender and white fingers plunged into the bloody water very quickly, so fast that he even saw only a phantom.

Like looking for something.Goatee subconsciously held his breath and stared.

——The pool plug floated on the water, but it didn't block the drain, but the blood didn't seem to flow down at all, instead it kept pouring up.

Feng Huai's face changed slightly, his fingers quickly pulled out the bloody water, and he slammed it on the ground.

Hearing a "pop", the goatee trembled violently in fright, and subconsciously looked to the ground.

——a pool of rust-red, long, soft flesh-like things fell before his eyes.

The goatee's face turned pale in an instant, and he dragged his buttocks back quickly with his hands and feet: "What is this!?"

Feng Huai coughed twice, looked down, and said in a hoarse voice, "Tongue."

Goatee's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't say a word.

He looked at Feng Huai in horror, only then did he realize how outrageous his previous self-righteousness was.

But how can anyone who is imprisoned in a death row prison be a fuel-efficient lamp—even if it looks like there is only one breath left.

Feng Huai turned on the faucet, washed his fingers carefully, and wiped off the water droplets on his hands. Even the most ordinary actions, performed by him, have an indescribable sense of ritual of an ancient aristocrat.

Feng Huai suddenly looked up at the mirror as if feeling something.

The "he" in the mirror is also looking at him.

In the mirror, those black eyes covered by glasses and bangs widened a little bit, revealing a madness full of evil, adding a bit of weirdness to this plain face.

"Is it your turn today?" He in the mirror curled his mouth and whispered tenderly in his voice.

"This is interesting." Feng Huai said in a low voice.

He swung his fist and shattered the mirror.

The broken mirror reflected half of his face, and the eyes hidden behind the black-rimmed glasses were calm and indifferent, making people feel palpitations and fear for no reason.

He smiled and raised his eyes suddenly: "Today is your turn."

His voice was hoarse and broken. In this silent night, it sounded more like a whisper from hell than the voice in the mirror.

The author has something to say: Open a new article!Although I have done a lot of review and summary, I don't know if there is any progress...orz

It is a micro-thriller genre of supernatural crime solving, I hope everyone will like it [Hold your head]

ps, Interstellar is just skin, don't be too