I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.20 Eight days, bloodstains that cannot be washed away

Feng Huai and Yu Ci turned back to the stage performance hall where they made their debut in 05.

The stage performance hall has now been converted into a sunken stepped stage area, which is one of the few parts of the original Sieve site that has been preserved.

——It is also the place where they will perform tomorrow.

The lighting in the stage area is soft and dim aurora flowing light tubes, and the dozens of star-like spotlights on the wall are more decorative than functional.

Therefore, at night, this sunken stepped stage is like a valley before waking up, which is hazy.

[It's been more than ten years, what clues can we find here? 】

[There is an old saying that "the sky net is restored, sparse but not leaky".There are still 20 years of unsolved cases in the real world that have been solved]

[Think it's kind of creepy, all the performing artists in that first show died, the pianist died in a construction accident, what about the others? 】

There was a lot of chatter in the barrage room, and it was very lively.Feng Huai and Yu Ci smelled something unusual in this silent performance hall.

"The temperature here is lower than anywhere else." Feng Huai said, he was wearing a gray shirt and black trousers today, which was just right in this temperature-controlled theater, but at this moment, he was clearly feeling cold.

Yu Ci responded when he heard the words, shook Feng Huai's palm, and said: "The magnetic field of ghosts can cause temperature abnormalities. In most urban legends, the appearance of ghosts is accompanied by sudden temperature drops and power disturbances." Phenomenon."

As he spoke, he clearly felt that the surrounding light had dimmed again.

The two looked at the dozens of star-like spotlights by the wall at the same time.

A few of them were completely extinguished, and the remaining spotlights flickered twice from time to time, as if blinking their eyes, staring at them.

Feng Huai pointed and said, "Electrical disorder, such as this?"

Seeing this, Yu Ci nodded slightly, and quickly said in a low voice: "We don't have much time left."

"The night watchman came out to patrol before and drove away all the living people. It should be to protect the living people. Of course, they are also protecting some existences in the old Sever Theater." Yu Ci explained as he walked.

"We trapped him in an iron frame last night. Didn't he say that he would be judged sooner or later for disturbing the dormancy of the theater? From this point of view, he should be hinting." Feng Huai followed Yu Ci and said "huh", Nodding in agreement, "The night watchmen have started patrolling, which means that the old theater has awakened, and something here has also become active. I'm afraid it will be more dangerous here."

The "game" proposed by the pianist last night was probably also designed to make them realize the hidden rules of the game.

"So let's start with the backstage where the pianist's accident happened, and solve it quickly," Yu Ci said.

Naturally, the backstage at this time has long since lost the chaotic and piled appearance of the past. All the sundries have been tidied up and placed in the corners by category.

At first glance, it is completely impossible to imagine the situation that the pianist encountered back then.

"If it were you, where would you take a photo with your fans?" Yu Ci stood in the middle of the backstage and asked Feng Huai.

Feng Huai was stunned for a moment, then walked to Yu Ci's side, looked forward and backward, and said, "Here."

He pointed to the top of his head: "The light is coming, this angle is the best, neither too bright and overexposed, nor too dark to see the face clearly."

"I think our pianist, who pays attention to appearance and details, will definitely find a suitable angle to take a group photo of himself." Feng Huai understood why Yu Ci asked him, and he narrowed his eyes and said.

Yu Ci smiled and agreed.

"I'm afraid that those construction debris from the past have been disposed of long ago. The only place where traces of the accident that year may be left may be here..." Feng Huai's eyes fell on the floor under his feet, he squatted down, and lightly pointed his fingers. Caress the wooden floor.

Due to the years, cracks and cracks began to appear between the originally tight-fitting floors.

Feng Huai looked up at Yu Ci: "Did you bring anything?"

Yu Ci laughed: "This is different from the last time the grave was dug. What do I want to bring?"

Even so, he took something out of his pocket.

A jackknife.

"After all, it's someone else's opera house, keep a low profile." Yu Ci said, unscrewing the tip of the knife, squatting down and inserting it into the gap in the floor to pry it up.

[I'm curious about the content of the guide dungeon last time for newcomers, why is it so exciting to dig a grave? ? 】

[God is low-key, this is prying people's backstage floor! 】

[One robbed the NPC's clothes and accessories, and the other damaged the game scene. These two are indeed the relationship between the newcomer and the mentor...they have won the true biography]

;【Hey, I remember that Yu Shen's former partner was also like this, and they were very good at making. Every time they finished a copy of the game, the system had to be repaired for several months before the next batch of players could play hahaha】

[That one is also an ancient god... You haven't seen him since that incident, right? 】

[Speaking of which, I think the newcomer's eyebrows and eyes are a little bit like that ancient god]

[Bah, don't touch porcelain, my god!That is my white moonlight, my cinnabar mole... woo woo woo]

Yu Ci and Feng Huai didn't know anything about the upcoming quarrel in the barrage room, they were about to pry up a floor.

"How is it?" Yu Ci pried open a gap and let Feng Huai take a closer look.

Feng Huai shone the flashlight into the gap between the floor and the concrete floor, and looked carefully.

"Wait a minute, I found something." Feng Huai said suddenly, raised his eyebrows, and at the same time relayed the knife and the floor in Yu Ci's hand, "Come and see, there is something near your feet."

Yu Ci bit the flashlight and got down on the ground. The beam of the flashlight focused on the place Feng Huai said, and saw a small dark trace completely penetrated into the cement, with only a little edge exposed.

Seeing this, Yu Ci immediately said: "The two floors are also pried off."

Feng Huai nodded, and the two of them worked together, and quickly lifted all the other floors.

On the concrete floor under the two floors, a large pool of dark red blood that was almost black was dazzlingly imprinted on it. I am afraid that no matter how much you use a high-pressure water gun to wash it, it will not be able to wash away so much blood.

"I found the place where the pianist died unexpectedly." Yu Ci said in a deep voice.

Feng Huai took a deep breath, they only pried open three wooden boards, how many areas of bloodstains were hidden under the wooden boards?God knows how much blood was shed that day.

"The murder weapon is still not found." Feng Huai looked at Yu Ci.

Yu Ci squatted in front of a nearby piece of concrete, and lightly tapped the ground with his fingers: "What are you talking about, there are three sharp protruding spikes, leaving a square mark on the ground, and they are stacked upside down like this. Will it alert others?"

Hearing the words, Feng Huai leaned over to take a look, and saw that among the pool of blood on the concrete floor, there was a spot that was so abrupt that it seemed to be isolated by a vacuum, and it was not stained with the blood around it.

He quickly realized that this square, completely blank place in a pile of bloodstains was the place where the pianist fell and was penetrated by the murder weapon.

The shape of the murder weapon is a square base with three spikes on the base...

【……socket? 】

[What kind of socket is so long that it can directly pierce the neck? 】

【Is there anything else that looks like this...is it gone? 】

[The pianist is really miserable, for some reason, he fell down and stabbed someone to death... It's like a god of death]

Yu Ci and Feng Huai were pondering the possibility of the murder weapon, when they suddenly heard the brisk sound of a bell knocking apart from outside.

The theater is closing.

The two looked at each other, a little unwilling, but neither of them wanted to try the thrilling experience like last night again.

The game mission didn't give them a specified duration, so they didn't need to risk being eliminated.

"There has been progress." Yu Ci said, "It's lucky to be able to make new progress every day."

Feng Huai looked at Yu Ci and asked back, "What about your previous missions? How long does it take to complete a game?"

"Quickly, a few days, a few months."

Feng Huai asked again: "What if it's slow?"

Yu Ci paused, then looked deeply at Feng Huai: "It's hard for you to imagine."

Feng Huai froze for a moment, then suddenly thought of the letter he wrote to him in the past, he frowned and pursed his lips forcefully.

The two chose to leave here first.They quietly staggered past the patrolling night watchman and slipped out of the opera house gate.

The third day of the game dungeon was the day of the official performance.

According to the prompts and requirements of the system, all players must appear in the opera house during the day to participate in media interviews and make-up preparations during the day, just like a formal performance in reality.

"Seriously, being interviewed by the media before the performance? Wouldn't the mentality be affected? It's unscientific!" Ji Jian yelled.

"Unless you are one of those world-class masters, you can play a big game and refuse to be interviewed." Mu Zi glanced at the other party, her complexion worse than yesterday.

She couldn't remember her memories from last night to this morning at all, she seemed to be drunk, and when she regained consciousness, she was already in the rehearsal hall.

She was the first person to arrive at the rehearsal hall, and even the lights were not turned on in the rehearsal hall, and it was so dark that she

into great anxiety.

Fortunately, within a few minutes, the light was turned on, and Ji Jian asked her in surprise, why she arrived so early and didn't turn on the light.

Mu Zi couldn't answer, so she could only pretend to be indifferent and ignore her.

"Is it all done with makeup?" Zhang Xiaofeng asked, "Then let's go out for an interview."

"Yu Shen and Feng Huai haven't melted yet." Ji Jian said, he looked around and asked again, "Have any of you seen Brother Tan Ling? Didn't you say that you will be there today?"

"Maybe he triggers some hidden branch and is doing missions by himself." Mu Zi said coldly.

Ji Jian scratched her head when she heard this, and said nothing more.After all, the topic of hidden side missions is too sensitive, he just wants to simply complete the game goals and get a guaranteed settlement reward.

They were standing in front of the curtain on the stage, but none of them bothered to look behind the curtain.

If someone lifted the curtain at this time, they would find a thick pool of crimson blood slowly oozing down the floor.

On the backstage roof, the person who was originally hanging disappeared.

Yu Ci and Feng Huai walked out of the dressing room and met the others.

"You can go."

A group of people moved to the foyer of the opera house where they were being interviewed by the media. They were not the only ones being interviewed, but there was also an older man who seemed to be in his fifties.

"Mr. Luo Haonan, you are the funder of the opera house, what is your opinion on the request to relocate the Seaver Opera House?" The media is interviewing the other party.

"It's a good thing that the government has decided to build a convenient public subway. As a citizen, I think we should cooperate with the city government's arrangement. It is a last resort to relocate the Seaver Opera House, but I think the newly built Seaver Opera House The theater will definitely satisfy all opera and classical music lovers," Luo Haonan said.

Feng Huai and Yu Ci looked at each other upon hearing the words.

Feng Huai said softly: "I've been thinking, the legend of the Phantom of the Opera has always existed, so why didn't it become active until recently, and now I have found the answer."

"Because this place is going to be demolished, no matter what they want to do, they don't have much time left." Yu Ci nodded in a low voice.

"Ah, our artists and teachers have come out. That's great. I just want to interview the teachers for their views on this." When the media saw Feng Huai and the others coming out, they immediately turned the microphone over.

The media person asked: "I still remember that after the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House last time, several artists and teachers who were invited had criticisms and objections to the reconstruction. I would like to ask you what you think about this relocation?"

Ji Jian was stunned by the microphone and didn't know what to say. Seeing this, the media turned the microphone to Zhang Xiaofeng.

"My opinion is the same as that of my teacher and the previous owner of the trumpet in my hand." Zhang Xiaofeng said with downcast eyes.

The media focused on the trumpet in Zhang Xiaofeng's hand: "Is that the trumpet of the deceased trumpet player Fang Wenjian?"

Zhang Xiaofeng nodded.

"It turns out that you were a student of Teacher Fang Wenjian. Teacher Fang Wenjian also raised his objections in the interview with the performance 15 years ago, but unfortunately, the teacher died of illness not long afterward." The media person said.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at Zhang Xiaofeng and the trumpet in his hand.

It is also a relic of the artist in that performance?

The media once again turned the microphone to the investor Luo Haonan: "So many artist teachers are not optimistic about your previous renovation. I wonder if the views of these art teachers have had a negative impact on your business?"

"Of course not. The teachers' opinions are very good, and I have listened with an open mind. After the relocation, the Seaver Opera House will definitely be the best masterpiece after absorbing the essence. Welcome friends from the media to witness together." Luo Haonan smiled Laughing, looking at Zhang Xiaofeng and the others.

He left quickly, Yu Ci and Feng Huai looked at each other and followed quietly.

The man took out his mobile phone and answered the phone: "How is it? Has the compensation amount in the terms of the relocation agreement been fixed? ... 600 million? Oh, that's about the same."

"Tell them, I agree to move the address." Luo Haonan said, and he hung up the phone contentedly.

He stood in the corridor, sneered, and murmured to himself: "No one can affect my reconstruction and operation anymore, no one!"

He stood in front of those activity pictorials, staring at those photos, and strode away for a long time.

Yu Ci and Feng Huai came out from the hiding place around the corner.

Feng Huai stared at the man's back, and said coldly: "You said, those artists who opposed or criticized his renovation died, who benefited the most?"

"Of course it's him."