I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Land reclamation No.30 Seven days·Alcohol ghost

In the reflection of the glass wine rack, more and more figures were reflected. They stood behind the two of them, staring at Feng Huai and Yu Ci numbly and indifferently.

Feng Huai's pupils shrank slightly, and he could clearly feel the gazes irritating the skin on the back of his neck like pins and needles - the reflected shadows were real!

He suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, but there was nothing behind him.

In the next second, the red wine filled in the closed glass wine rack seemed to be heated out of thin air, bubbling and bubbling.

Under the sound of boiling, strange movements could be vaguely heard, like howling in an overheated boiler, or someone's screaming, which seemed particularly abrupt and eerie in the silence.

Under the reflection of the red wine, the silhouettes of those figures were set off very clearly. They approached Yu Cifeng and Huai silently and slowly, and the cold chill hit their necks, making it impossible to ignore.

Familiar faces appeared in front of them one after another. The one on the far left was conductor Nolan, followed by tenor Luno, pianist Sickert...

Feng Huai took a light breath and faintly recognized it.

He asked Yu Ci in a low voice: "Are they the artists who participated in the premiere after the opera house was rebuilt?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of spotlights built into the top of the wine rack flickered, as if responding to Feng Huai's words.

The figure in the reflection of the wine rack stood alone, motionless and expressionless.It was more like some kind of projection than a ghost, Feng Huai wasn't sure if that flicker was a coincidence.

"How did they come here?" Feng Huai frowned slightly, "This place is dozens of kilometers away from the Sever Opera House."

And ghosts are usually imprisoned near the place of death because of their strong obsession with death—at least they can never run to a villa in the wilderness dozens of kilometers away.

"If there are soul attachment mediums, it is not impossible for them to appear here." Yu Ci replied, looking around while talking, looking for something.

"The so-called medium is equivalent to an object that resonates strongly with the deceased, such as the jewelry worn by the deceased, or something with special meaning." Seeing Feng Huai's slightly puzzled expression, Yu Ci explained.

Feng Huai nodded slightly, and regarded the medium as his hunting bell.All powerful practitioners have a Soulhunting Bell, which they carry close to their body. After death, their souls will be automatically absorbed by the Soulhunting Bell. As long as the Soulhunting Bell is not destroyed, there is a possibility of turning around and starting again.

In his previous life, his Hunting Soul Bell looked like a glutinous rice ball, white, soft and round, which did not fit his identity. In his impression, there seemed to be someone who always used his Hunting Soul Bell to tease him.

Feng Huai recalled some things. His life was too long, so many memories were fragmented, unable to connect a complete picture.

Before, he didn't think it was a problem. After all, he remembered most of his experiences, and it was normal for trivial memories to be buried under time.

Until just now, when he tried to recall where his Hunting Soul Bell went, but couldn't find any relevant memories in his mind, he suddenly realized that his memory had been tampered with.

Feng Huai pursed his lips, and when he heard Yu Ci calling him, he withdrew his thoughts.

"What did you say?" He blinked twice in a daze, and asked again.

Seeing this, Yu Ci approached and frowned at Feng Huai: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Feng Huai avoided Yu Ci's gaze, and subconsciously glanced at the glass wine rack again, only to find that the figures inside were gone, "They... disappeared?"

"As a clue, the meaning of their appearance has already been achieved, so naturally there is no need to stay there forever." Yu Ci replied, paused and continued, "This is a game, and the appearance of each scene is for functionality. service, but not necessarily in line with the logic of existence in the real world."

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Feng Huai nodded, but Yu Ci was not sure how much he listened to his own words.

Yu Ci knows how difficult it is to adapt and distinguish between the game and the real. The higher the difficulty of the game copy, the more real it will be, and the easier it is to get lost in the two worlds.

——The current dungeon is just an appetizer. They have just entered this world for less than a week, and they clearly realize that they are just players.

However, when they are trapped in a certain link by a certain task in the future, for ten years, 20 years, or even longer, they will wonder which one is a dream.

The existence of the [game] seems to be to fulfill the desires of the players, like a fair trading platform, but only the rest of the words are the clearest, the players who are swallowed by the [game] are what it really wants.

This [game] is like the legendary ancient behemoth Anatas, the king of demons who ruled over hundreds of demons from hell, feeding them the crimes and lies of humans, which made it immortal existence and power.

The players absorbed by the [game] correspond to the thousands of demons in it. It fulfills the player's ambition, nurtures the player's desire, and the bottomless pit-like desire expands more and more, until finally, the player gets lost in the game world In, swallowed by it, become a part of it.

Yu Ci was the first group of players to enter it, and also the group that had been "nurtured" for the longest time. He was one of the most wanted players in [the game]. Similarly, he was also one of the players who knew the [game] best.

Not to be swallowed by the game is the ultimate goal of the player.

Yu Ci clenched his fists and looked at Feng Huai, who was obviously trying to remember something. He didn't come back to his senses until his palm was pricked, and took a deep breath.

There are some things that he has to let Feng Huai do by himself.

"What did you just say?" Feng Huai asked again, turning his head slightly to look at Yu Ci, as if after he was lost in thought, Yu Ci also lost his mind?

Yu Ci collected his thoughts, he cleared his throat, and got back to the topic: "The soul medium mentioned above is usually unique, and it is difficult to become the soul attachment medium of so many ghosts at the same time."

"In other words, in this villa, the objects that serve as mediums for so many ghosts must be extremely unique, which greatly reduces the scope of our search." Yu Ci said.

Feng Huai reacted: "It is of special significance to all artists."

Yu Ci responded.

This is the villa of the head of the orchestra, and most of the furnishings in the house are related to the instruments of the orchestra. In the huge living room, a Steinway piano stands in the corner, and the score is still placed on the piano stand, covered with a thick layer of dust.

There are three seats next to the piano, cello, trumpet, and bass drum are lined up in sequence, facing a conductor's stand, on which there are music scores and a conductor's baton, as if preparing for a performance at a family reunion .

"On the night of Xu Zhiming's death, I invited friends in the circle to have a gathering at home. These should be prepared for that party." Yu Ci said.

Feng Huai nodded, this configuration almost coincided with the dead artist teachers, but obviously it couldn't be the medium their souls belonged to.Those musical instruments belonging to the artist are in the hands of him and a few players. If you want to talk about the medium, it is more in line with the standard of the medium.

Their initial goal was the trophy in the newspaper photos, which was deliberately placed at the heart of Xu Zhiming's corpse, as if to imply something, it must be of great significance.

It's just that they searched around and had to consider the possibility that the trophy was not returned to the villa in the end.

"What else..." Feng Huai murmured, his gaze swept over the wooden shelf in the living room, on which were displayed various trophies and certificates of Xu Zhiming, as well as various photos with celebrities, ladies and artists.

The flower and wood rack happened to be opposite to the wine rack, and Feng Huai intuitively felt that what they were looking for should be on this flower and wood rack.

Xu Zhiming put all the group photos in the frame

It's easy to arrange, and all the awards and trophies are placed in chronological order, and everything on the display rack is in order, making it impossible to find clues.

Feng Huai frowned, stood in front of the wooden frame and observed it again and again, while Yu Ci searched the entire villa.

[My mother, looking at the newcomer's field of vision, I thought I had a network card, and there should be a prompt saying "non-still image" on the field of vision screen]

【He has been staring at it for almost half an hour, and he can still tell if the flowers are coming? 】

[Yu Shen turned the villa upside down!I reasonably suspect that the newcomer is fishing]

"Still looking at the flower and wooden frame?" Yu Ci also walked over after searching around, seeing Feng Huai still standing where he was, and asked.

"Well, I think the things should be here." Feng Huai nodded and replied.

Yu Ci raised his eyebrows when he heard the words: "What do you think?"

[Yu Shen may find it unbelievable hahaha, how come there are still players playing dungeons by instinct]

[Let's put it this way, the last one who played dungeons based on intuition has already withdrawn from the stage of history]

【Yu Shen: I brought a cheater】

Feng Huai let out a "huh" and turned his head to look at Yu Ci: "Could it be that you found it?"

Yu Ci shook his head.

He walked to the edge of Feng Huai, checked the shelf carefully again, and agreed: "Your intuition has always been accurate."

【? ? ? 】

[Miscalculation, Yu Shen also started to believe in the words of the gods? 】

[Two JPG vision screens, help, when will this be fixed? 】

"Have you taken down everything on the shelf and looked at it?" Yu Ci asked.

Feng Huai nodded: "I've seen all the trophies, certificates, and group photos."

Yu Ci fiddled with the trophy, glanced at the things on the shelf, said "uh", narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked, "Have you taken the group photo out of the frame and looked at it?"

Feng Huai paused when he heard the words, and immediately realized the meaning of the remaining words.

The two opened up all the photo frames on the wooden shelf, and took out a group photo to look at.

"Yes." Feng Huai said abruptly, and he gently twisted away a photo stuck on the back of the group photo.

Because it has not been exposed to the air, it has not been severely oxidized, and all the portraits in the photo can be clearly seen.

Standing on the far left is conductor Nuo Lan, followed by tenor Luno and pianist Sickert to the right... and standing on the far right is Xu Zhiming.

Feng Huai took a deep breath, and subconsciously looked at the glass wine rack filled with red wine, as if he could still see the figures reflected in the glass earlier.

The position of the figure in the previous reflection is exactly the same as the position in the group photo!

He flipped through the back of the photo, and saw that six signatures with completely different handwriting corresponded to the position of the group photo, and the signature was written in 2003—a time when the contradictions in the reconstruction of the Seaver Opera House had not yet appeared.

Yu Ci looked at Feng Huai, smiled slightly and said, "You found it."

[Fuck? !It's actually on this shelf! 】

[Really make a copy by intuition! ? 】

【By mistake...】

[The successor of the intuition flow has appeared! 】

[Although my master has not been out of the mountain for a long time, newcomers don't come to touch porcelain, bah! 】

The wine in the glass wine rack boiled again, and the lights of the whole villa flickered wildly. Under the light and darkness, in the reflection of the glass wine rack, the blood-red wine once again set off clear ghost images one by one.