I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.20 Nine days · [Minor repairs added] No survivors

The official performance was at [-]:[-] p.m., and after all media interviews were completed, it was already [-]:[-] p.m.

Three hours to go.

Mu Zi and the others were in the big lounge prepared for them, Ji Jian suddenly said "Hey" and said, "Why didn't the pianist come?"

Mu Zi paused.

As far as she could remember, she followed the pianist, Yu Ci, and Feng Huai into an old vocal practice room, and she had no memory of it after that.

No one responded to Ji Jian's words.

Ji Jian had no choice but to scratch her neck, grabbed a newspaper and covered her face, pretending to take a nap.

[This player is a bit naive 23333]

[From the moment he blew himself up as a gamer, I knew this guy was a fool]

[At first glance, I have never encountered a task node that was robbed by someone]

【Brother, I advise you not to meet him, you may be frightened away】

Mu Zi turned to Zhang Xiaofeng again.

She knew that Tan Lin was a player, because the two met in a previous game, and this time Tan Lin didn't change much through the system, so it was easy to identify.

As for Ji Jian, a typical novice player, she has already discovered it.

Only Zhang Xiaofeng, she was not sure whether the other party was a player or an NPC, until the media interview just now, she realized that the other party was also an NPC.

But all NPCs basically have hidden side quests.

Mu Zi recalled for a while, before the fragments of her memory appeared, it should be the night before yesterday when she entered the site of the old performance hall, Zhang Xiaofeng rolled down the stairs and bumped into her.

At that time, she was looking at the reliefs of alien animals on the wall. Those reliefs were vivid and beautiful, and they could be called masterpieces of art.

She was bumped by Zhang Xiaofeng and knocked against the relief.

Afterwards... Mu Zi was stunned for a while, and recalled again, but she had no memory of it.

Mu Zi is very sure that there is only one single main line task on her task panel so far, which cannot explain the abnormality that happened to her at all.

She pursed her lips, guessing that this might be the pre-plot requirement before triggering the side mission, and she hadn't grasped the more critical trigger point yet.

Mu Zi walked up to Zhang Xiaofeng, trying to find clues to trigger side missions through chatting.

"It turns out that you are a student of Mr. Fang Wenjian. I never thought that the trumpet in your hand was a relic of Mr. Fang." Mu Zi said softly, "Mr. Fang Wenjian's last performance was wonderful."

Zhang Xiaofeng looked up at Muzi: "Oh thank you. Your teacher is also very wonderful."

Mu Zi was a little puzzled, her teacher?

"Your drum, her master and my teacher are also old friends." Zhang Xiaofeng also looked at Mu Zi suspiciously, "Don't you inherit your drum from your teacher?"

Mu Zi thought to herself, how could she know that there are not so many details on the character card.

She perfunctorily said: "No, she has been with me since I started studying, but the reason is that I never thought of knowing about it."

"That's it. Then you are very lucky, her last owner was also a world-renowned master." Zhang Xiaofeng said, "Just like Feng Huai's cello and my trumpet."

A spark flashed in Mu Zi's mind when she heard this, but she didn't catch the momentary inspiration.

Her drums, Feng Huai's cello, Zhang Xiaofeng's trumpet...

Yu Ci and Feng Huai were on the other side of the lounge.

Feng Huai heard the conversation between Zhang Xiaofeng and Mu Zi, and said to Yu Ci in a low voice: "Up to now, every setting and link of the game has its own meaning, so our player identity cannot be just a decoration. "

"The musical instruments in the hands of the few of us are all the musical instruments of the performers who died in that performance, and they have been with them for most of their lives." Feng Huai said, he paused, looked up at Yu Ci, and asked softly, "Then Is it possible that it is also the medium of their ghosts?"

"If so, what is the connection between Ji Jian, Tan Lin and you and the performer who died in that performance?"

"So, those performers belong to the Philharmonic Orchestra, and the previous head of the orchestra will be responsible for their next participation in the opening performance." Yu Ci said in a deep voice, "After the death of the previous head of the orchestra, 'I' took over accepted this position, and with you, take over

It was the last performance before the curtain moved to the Seaver Opera House. "

"The previous head of the orchestra also passed away? When?" Feng Huai's eyes lit up.

"In 2010, 'I' took over the position of head, so he should have passed away around this time."

Feng Huai frowned slightly: "This doesn't match the death time of other performers."

"Maybe this is another story." Yu Ci said, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked towards Ji Jian.

Feng Huai followed the trend and saw Ji Jian leaning back on the chair with an old newspaper covering his face.

"Newspaper?" Feng Huai asked in a low voice.

Yu Ci responded, got up and walked over, and picked up the newspaper on Ji Jian's face.

The newspaper was the daily newspaper on a certain day ten years ago, and it was originally placed on the magazine rack along with other newspapers.

"On August 2010, 8, Xu Zhiming, the head of the Philharmonic Orchestra, was found dead at home with multiple wounds on his body and his heart missing. The world was shocked and regretted."

Attached below the article is a photo of the death scene.

It has to be said that ten years ago, the scale of tolerance was so great that such a photo was allowed to be published in the newspaper——

A man fell to the ground with his upper body naked. There were dark bloodstains all over the tiles, and a lot of them even splashed on the walls.

A big bloody hole was gouged out in his chest. Not to mention that the place where the heart was supposed to be, a bronze statue the size of a fist was stuffed into it, which was a commendation from the top ten orchestras in the world.

The face of the small bronze figure was covered with blood, with a subtle smile on it.

Apart from an obvious fatal wound on the chest, there was a circle of deep strangle marks on the man's ankle, which almost broke his feet.

The wrist of the right hand was almost cut into two pieces, leaving only a little tendon connected.

"My God, this person is so hated..." Ji Jian whispered, and when he heard what Yu Ci read, he came to look at it curiously, and saw the terrifying picture at a glance, and couldn't help it I shivered.

Yu Ci looked at Feng Huai, and lightly tapped his right hand on the picture: "Does this look familiar?"

Feng Huai lowered his eyes, the pianist also had such a wound on his wrist.

"That's why his death time doesn't match the death time of other performing artists, and it's only reasonable if they don't match up." Feng Huai said in a low voice.

Ji Jian was a little confused: "What are you talking about?"

Feng Huai is not interested in explaining to others, and his remaining words are always reticent.

Mu Zi was on the sidelines listening confusedly, and vaguely guessed something, she glanced at Ji Jian, but didn't intend to share anything.

At this moment, the door of the lounge was pushed open.

The investor Luo Haonan came in from the door, followed by an assistant.

He looked at Mu Zi and the others with a smile: "Ah, it turns out that all the teachers are here, that's great, let's go backstage and wait."

As he walked in, he naturally glanced at the old newspapers that had been spread out.

Seeing that Luo Haonan's face changed suddenly, he grabbed the newspaper suddenly, his face became extremely ugly, he growled and asked his assistant: "Why did it appear here?!"

The assistant rushed in and took away the newspaper: "We have obviously checked..."

"Enough!" Luo Haonan interrupted the assistant's explanation. He took a deep breath, changed his expression, turned to Mu Zi and the others and said, "Let's go backstage."

"By the way, Captain Yu Ci, I have something to tell you, do you mind going with me first?" After he finished speaking, he walked out first with a bad face.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows and glanced at Feng Huai: "I'll go there first, see you backstage."

"Be careful." Feng Huai pursed his lips, and not long after Yu Ci left, he also left the lounge.

He still remembered the small staff rest room in the corridor, and planned to go back and take a closer look.

Ji Jian and Zhang Xiaofeng left the lounge one after the other, and greeted Mu Zi before leaving: "Sister Mu Zi, are you leaving?"

"I'll wait a minute and fix my makeup." Mu Zi glanced at the magazine rack and said casually.

After Mu Zi was the only one left in the lounge, she carefully closed and locked the door of the lounge, then walked quickly to the magazine rack and took down all the newspapers on it.

She quickly flipped through one by one, and slowly, the temperature in her palm became cold——

"On November 2004, 11, the reconstruction project of the Seaver Opera House collapsed, and dozens of people

The workers on site were crushed, and the workers' families protested with banners and demanded compensation.In the end, the court sentenced the defendant investor Luo to compensate each family member of the deceased worker with 50 yuan. "

"On June 2005, 6, the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House came to an end. Several performing artists from the Philharmonic Orchestra jointly questioned that the reconstruction of the Opera House violated the essence of art. This voice caused a serious setback to the high-profile reconstruction project. "

"On July 2005, 7, the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House was completed. Xu Zhiming, the head of the Philharmonic Orchestra, joined hands with many artists in the orchestra to send blessings, and announced that many heavyweight artists would appear in their first performances. Previous doubts and rumors To be mentioned again, to be highlighted."

"On July 2005, 7, the day of the first performance after the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House, the curtain ended with the accidental death of the talented pianist Sickert. Walking on one side of the warning fence, he accidentally fell into the construction building and died."

"On July 2005, 7, the conductor Nolan was found hanging from the dome of the Opera House, and the forensic medical examiner identified it as a suicide."

"On July 2005, 7, trumpeter Fang Wenjian was found accidentally locked in the refrigerated room of the opera house's built-in cafeteria. Unfortunately, he died when he was rescued. After investigation, it was found that this was negligence of duty, and the relevant staff members have been investigated."

"On July 2005, 7, tenor Luno performed his second performance at the Seafe Opera House, but during the break, he accidentally drank hot water handed by his assistant. His vocal cords were severely scalded and he was unable to speak. He was found the next day committed suicide in the nursing room."

"On July 2005, 7, drummer Xu Wenru was reported missing. It is reported that the last time he showed up was at the Seafe Opera House ten days ago, and no one has contacted him since then."

"..."

Mu Zi's fingers trembled so much that she couldn't hold the newspaper. She gasped, and couldn't hold the newspaper anymore, and ran out of the lounge in a panic.

It's fucking dead.

None of the performers who participated in the first performance after the reconstruction survived, and all died or disappeared in the next month, and no one has ever found them.

And now, the pianist and Tan Lin are gone too.

Mu Zi felt terrified and had goosebumps all over her body.

In the copy of the game she participated in before, at most it was decryption, but this time, it seemed that they were going to repeat those strange death events.

Mu Zi was in shock and ran to the backstage of the performance hall.

Ji Jian, Zhang Xiaofeng and Feng Huai were all there, and they saw her rushing in with a pale face, as if she had seen a ghost.

Ji Jian was taken aback: "What's the matter?!"

"Dead, dead...all dead!" Mu Zi growled emotionally.

Feng Huai squinted his eyes. He and Yu Ci had discovered this 800 years ago.

He gave a soft "tsk", this player was a little slow to react, and his mentality was not very good.

[Pfft, contempt from a newcomer? 】

[Not to mention, the configuration is the same, the background is similar, an opening ceremony and a closing ceremony are too immersive]

[If you die in the game, you really die, right? 】

Ji Jian was taken aback by Mu Zi's yelling.

But he didn't have much time to react, and soon a staff member came to remind them: "Teachers, get ready, the first performance is the big ensemble."

After finishing speaking, the countdown timer hanging behind the curtain flickered - 3, 2, 1!

The huge and heavy curtains on both sides slowly opened.

Mu Zi and the others were forced to stand in the center of the stage, while the audience was full of seats.

applause.

All found themselves uncontrollably entering the performance segment.

When the rhythm reached the most exciting part, Mu Zi's hand trembled so much that she could hardly hold the drumstick, and she let go of her hand and flew out after the next note was hit.

At the same time, there was a sudden noise above his head.

With a "bang", a black shadow slammed down the stage, right at Ji Jian's feet.

Ji Jian was startled and looked down.

It's that investor.

The expression on Luo Haonan's face was terrified, and there were only two black holes left in his eye sockets.

His mouth was covered in blood, and he opened it in pain, but the tongue was gone.

People who are full of panic, pull out their tongues and make them silent.

——Anonymous