I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

The second day of land reclamation·Ghost hand in the mirror

The night in the death row prison is not destined to be peaceful.

A pair of withered hands slowly stretched out from the frame of the broken mirror.

The pair of withered hands supported the pool, and slowly dragged out the whole body.

——This cannot be said to be a person at all!

The skin all over his body was like bulging and full of blisters. It was swollen to the extreme and looked even more oily and watery. It seemed that there were blood vessels lingering under the bulging skin.

What makes people's scalp tingle even more is that as "him" walks, the blisters on his body that swell to the extreme, as if they can't stand a little bit of pulling, burst open one after another, and blood gushes out from the broken skin pit , bringing out a strong rancid smell.

Goatee backed away subconsciously.

Feng Huai stared at the "thing" in front of him, and frowned slightly - this appearance was very similar to what happened after being penetrated into the flesh by his blood-melting ants.

If his blood-melting ants... then he must be afraid of that too.

With a thought, he walked quickly to the door of the cell.At the window where the meals were placed at the door, he really let him touch two sets of bowls and chopsticks that had not been taken away.

Tonight was a special night, and even the prison guard who was supposed to come on time to collect the tableware did not show up.

Feng Huai grabbed a pair of chopsticks, the chopsticks felt cold to the touch, he slightly raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that they were made of iron.

Even better.

"Be careful!" the man with the goatee suddenly yelled.

Feng Huai seemed to sense it, turned around beautifully, his body was light and fast, before the goatee could see what was going on, Feng Huai had already circled behind him.

Looking at the human form covered in blisters, it has moved extremely quickly to the position Feng Huai had been staying in a second ago.

It swung its hand violently, and its sharp nails scratched fiercely in front of its eyes, leaving a deep paw print in front of the prison's iron gate.

Goatee gasped when he saw this, and was immediately grabbed by Feng Huai and thrown on the bed.

The iron chopsticks in Feng Huai's hand twirled into a beautiful pattern, like drumsticks, and struck hard on the left, right, upper and lower iron bars of the bed.

His movements are open and closed, flowing freely, with a different kind of beauty.

This kind of Feng Huai seemed to have a distinctive charm, with aristocratic elegance in the chill, people couldn't help but stare at him intently.

"Boom!", "Boom!", "Boom!"

The sound was clear and penetrating, like drums and flags beating on the battlefield.

The goatee found it incredible, and the rhythmic rumbling sound made him feel a little bloody.

What made the goatee even more incredible was that the "man" covered in blisters trembled violently under the sound of the iron chopsticks hitting him, as if he had been greatly tortured, fell to the ground with a "plop" and let out a burst of pain. There were miserable and sharp howls.

The blisters on its body rubbed against the floor, and were squeezed one by one, pus gushed out, and the skin was ripped open in the true visual sense.

Goatee quickly moved his eyes away, not daring to look at that picture again.

Vaguely, he could see the glistening blood vessels under the blister seemed to be wriggling.

The tormenting sound of iron strikes, one after another, did not stop because of the "man" falling down and screaming.

Feng Huai stared at the pool of meat on the ground, and the speed and rhythm of his iron chopsticks beating became more and more exciting. The beating sound reverberated in the small cell space.

A slender and small red bug emerged from the soft flesh on the ground very unobtrusively. The two thick tentacles on its head swayed lightly, as if following the sound of iron strikes, and quickly Almost found the target——

Feng Huai suddenly raised his hands, and the two iron chopsticks in his hands slammed on the bed board, making a final shock.

The little bug crawled into Feng Huai's cuff very quickly, and disappeared in an instant without anyone noticing.

Feng Huai narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and when he loosened his fingers, the two iron chopsticks fell to the ground with a clang.

Under the nervous gaze of the goatee, he raised his foot and approached the "person" on the ground unhurriedly, looked down at it, and spoke again, his voice still hoarse and broken: "It's over."

The "man" raised his face, all the blisters on his face burst, only the left eye was still intact, the eyelid was melted almost invisible, and the left eye protruded, which was extremely terrifying.

It grinned and hissed, and the words were fragmented and almost inaudible: "Ha ho ho... never, never ending... and waiting for you... in the dark..."

Feng Huai's eyes were slightly cold, and he raised his foot to step on its head and neck. With a little force from his heel, he heard a very crisp "click", and the head and neck were completely out of position.

Goatee took a deep breath and looked at Feng Huai in disbelief: "...is it dead?"

Feng Huai raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly. In view of the other party's previous reminder, he gave a slight "hmm" as a neutral response.

After he finished speaking, he felt a series of fine pains in his chest, which made him groan and arch his shoulders slightly.

Seeing this, Goatee guessed that the other party had suffered from an old illness, and hurriedly tried to help the man back to the bed, but was pushed away by Feng Huai.

The more powerful the boss, the more eccentric his temper, Goatee understood very well, and happily returned to his bed.

"Call me if you need anything, big brother." Goatee greeted.

After a while, he muttered again, "Hey, those two people next door, did they hear the movement and were too frightened to speak?"

If it was placed just now, it should have been spoken out long ago.

"I don't know who is the coward!" Goatee deliberately raised his voice and told the next door, but unfortunately no one answered him.

Feng Huai lay back on the bed, the burning and tingling sensation in his eyes caused him to subconsciously raise his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

A little warm liquid stuck to his fingertips, and the faint smell of blood made him slightly taken aback.

[The player disrupts the order of death on the night of death, triggers the sideline "Ghost's Counterattack", and defeats the sideline boss at the same time to get 2 points reward]

[The player gets points and opens the points mall.Players can spend in the mall]

[Because the player caused irreversible death damage to the branch boss, he was punished: the vision was damaged, lasting for 72 hours]

[The damage caused in all scenes is only applied to this scene, and it can be restored after leaving. Players are requested to be alert]

Points Mall?

Questions flashed in Feng Huai's mind, and a translucent panel opened before his eyes.

On the left is his current physical condition, which is marked with "resisted by ghosts, vision loss lasts for 72 hours", and on the right is the so-called points mall.

The Points Mall is divided into two columns, one column is the sky-high priced "commodities" with clearly marked prices, and the other column is the point carousel. The quality is divided into gray, green, blue, purple, and gold, and the points consumed corresponding to one rotation are also from low to high.

Feng Huai glanced at the pitiful points balance, and then at the rules of the points carousel.

It takes 2 points to turn the gray quality point wheel once.

Feng Huai chose to turn without hesitation.

The pointer quickly rotated through eighteen gray quality prizes, more than two full circles, and finally stopped tremblingly on a gray square——

"Cross Sky Rod: It sounds like a majestic scepter, but it is actually not very easy to use. When it is active, it can summon lightning with a hundred thousand volts. The failure product of the device, but for some unknown reason, it has not been discarded."

Feng Huai: "..."

The next morning, the sun slowly shone into the death row prison, and the prison guards who disappeared all night finally came out to work.

Soon, a scream pierced the tranquility of the morning, followed by a burst of chaos.

Someone died.

In the cell next to Feng Huai and Goatee's, an eyeball was gouged out and the whole head was pierced.Another death row prisoner who survived in the same room had his tongue pulled out.

No wonder I didn't hear anything from the neighbors last night.

Not long after, everyone was escorted out by the prison guards and stood in front of the iron gate in the open area of ​​the free activity area, not knowing what they were waiting for.

The sunlight outside the door pierced into the eyes through the iron fence, Feng Huai slightly raised his hand to cover it.

A man standing next to him said with contempt and sarcasm: "You are new here? It's lucky that you didn't die."

Feng Huai looked over, his vision was still damaged, and through the cover of blood, he could vaguely see that it was an arrogant man with a hooked nose and slender phoenix eyes.

The man signaled Feng Huai with his eyes to look at the open space outside the iron fence - surrounded by high walls, about the size of two basketball courts - he said in a low voice, "After entering, follow me..."

Before he finished speaking, a muscular bald man came striding up behind him, and bumped into his shoulder viciously, causing the man to stagger.

Just as the man was about to have a fit, he turned his head to meet the gaze of the bald man, and his arrogance suddenly diminished.

He lowered the corner of his mouth and said nothing in the end.

Feng Huai looked at all this indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him.

——In fact, because of his impaired vision, he really didn't bother to see clearly.

Goatee whispered in Feng Huai's ear, "This is Arthur, prisoner zero, he..."

The bald man gave Feng Huai an inexplicable smile, interrupted the goatee's words, and said, "You did it last night."

The goatee choked, subconsciously looking at Feng Huai.

"Hush! Don't talk! The warden is here!" The prison guard strode over with a baton, tapped the talking goatee twice as a warning, but let the bald man pass by.

Goatee's face changed suddenly when he heard "the warden", and he stopped talking.

Feng Huai noticed that not only the man with the goatee, but also the faces of the other prisoners changed slightly. Even the bald man named Arthur in front of him seemed to tense his muscles slightly.

Then look at the prison guards who were standing guard all around. They put away their slack appearances and stood upright. The hands holding the batons were so tense that they turned white.

One of the younger prison guards swallowed nervously, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead.

It is not difficult to see that even the prison guards like them are afraid of the warden.

The sound of the soles of leather boots sounded rhythmically on the concrete floor, and a pair of dark brown short riding boots appeared in Feng Huai's field of vision.

"Report to the warden, there are 13 prisoners in total, 11 actually!"

"Okay, line up, take a break." The man's voice was like a viol, deep and clear.

Feng Huai looked up and saw that the warden was wearing a dark long windbreaker and black leather gloves, standing in front of everyone and looking at him.

"Are you new here?" the man asked in a low voice.

The author has something to say: In fact, I haven’t thought of any intimidating elements recently, let’s make some adjustments first, from shallow to deep

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