I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

The sixth day of land reclamation · "Slaughterhouse"

"Player Feng Huai lights up the monster atlas, the current monster collection progress is 2/???"

Feng Huai raised his brows slightly when he heard the system's voice in his head——Monster Atlas?

With a thought in his mind, a translucent thick dictionary appeared in front of him. Driven by his thoughts, he opened the first page.

[Gu Cup Man: An evil ghost lodged by evil creatures, the flesh-body cannot switch between virtual and real well.Low-level monsters, vulnerable - if you think it's too dangerous, you're too weak. 】

Feng Huai smiled lightly, a collection of monsters with mocking skills.

The second page:

[Tower Crane Man: A body piled up by countless evil spirits, like a crooked tall building in a tower stacking game, its movement speed does not match its clumsy appearance.Low-level monsters will disperse into countless little devils after being hit, a typical representative of bullying the weak and fearing the hard, if you are strong enough, it will definitely disappear in a blink of an eye. 】

Feng Huai squinted his eyes, looked at the dusty corner over Yu Ci, but couldn't see anything clearly.

Probably ran away.

Feng Huai noticed that in the upper right corner of the monster atlas, the "2" representing the number of lights was glowing softly. When Feng Huai looked over, two pop-up windows popped up one after another:

[Light up the "Gu Cup Man" monster icon, 1 bonus point]

[Light up the "Tower Crane Man" monster icon, 1 bonus point]

There are two more points, and the gray dial can be turned once again.But Feng Huai decided not to use it in a hurry.

"Congratulations to player Feng Huai for successfully summoning [-] thunderbolts with the crossed scepter. The scepter has been tempered by thunder, and its rank has been improved. It is a green scepter."

The system's voice sounded again in Feng Huai's mind, and he was still huddled in the corner with the other prisoners, quietly checking the new description of the cross.

[Cross Sky Rod: It doesn't have much attack power, the only bonus is that it can be used to summon the power of one hundred thousand thunderbolts.The product of Emperor Feng Huai's failure in refining, but for some unknown reason, has not been discarded.Green-grade finished product, the number of uses is limited.Current remaining usage times: 2 times]

Compared with the irresponsible item introduction at the beginning, the upgraded Cross Sky Rod finally doesn't seem so tasteless.

"Hey newcomer, get up, the warden is taking roll calls." A prisoner hiding next to Feng Huai pulled Feng Huai and reminded him in a low voice.

Feng Huai came back to his senses from the upgrade message of the Cross Heavenly Rod. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly twice, and stood up with the support of the wall.

Because of the previous power outage, no one noticed what he was doing in the dark.

In particular, everyone's attention was attracted by the shadow of the huge monster behind Yu Ci. Even if his movements could be seen clearly against the falling lightning, no one would look at him.

He wore those oversized black-rimmed glasses, his face was pale and sickly, and he hugged himself with his arms around his chest, like a sick man who was silent and out of gregarious.

Seeing this, Rabbit Mao, who was curled up in the same corner as Feng Huai, twitched the corners of his mouth. He couldn't understand why Arthur looked at this sick cat so differently.

All prisoners were asked to join in cleaning the second floor.

The remnants of the second floor destroyed by Liang Lei were quickly cleared out, but the expected huge monster corpse was not crushed underneath.

"It's strange, I clearly saw that the lightning hit the monster. Why did it disappear?" Rabbit Mao muttered in wonder.

"It must be something dirty." Another prisoner shuddered, and said when he passed by Rabbit Hair, "This prison used to be an orphanage, and it was very dark, and now these messy things are happening. I'm not surprised at all."

Rabbit Mao swallowed when he heard the words

: "Why is the orphanage so dark?"

"Which orphanage has no problems?" The man asked back of course.

Rabbit fur: "..."

He looked around, and the warden was sitting on a pile of huge waste rocks, staring intently at one direction, as if he was brewing something.

Rabbit Mao, who has PTSD as the warden, felt that his appearance was so gloomy and terrifying, he must be thinking about how to severely punish those who just took advantage of the power outage to start a riot.

Thinking about it, Rabbit Mao subconsciously looked in that direction, but he didn't see the people who had been fighting in the chaos before, but saw the new prisoner wandering around the ruins idly.

Rabbit Mao's epiphany: The warden is catching fish in troubled waters.

Arthur approached Feng Huai with his face covered in blood and bruises being beaten by someone in the melee—probably the warden.

The blood fusion ant in Feng Huai's sleeve was about to move.

"You saw that thing too," said Arthur.

"I don't think you came here to talk nonsense to me." Feng Huai said calmly, his expression unchanged.

Arthur's eyes sank slightly, but then he bent his eyes again and said, "Every newcomer is like you when they first come, like a hedgehog, but soon they will find that this place is like a giant even the sharpest thorns will be ground flat.”

"Actually, you don't need to stand up to me. We are the same kind of people, and you and I know this very well in our hearts." Arthur said.

"From the moment you entered here, I smelled the breath of someone of the same kind from you." He tilted his head to look into Feng Huai's eyes, but he couldn't see the emotion in those eyes clearly, as if he was blindfolded. Like a layer of fog.

Arthur raised his brows slightly, paused and said, "We are all people with blood and secrets in our hands."

"Who is not a death row prisoner here?" Feng Huai glanced at him, unmoved.

Arthur laughed: "No, they are different. Regardless of quality or quantity, you and I are the ones who are far ahead."

"I admire your 'works' very much, but I think mine is not bad." Arthur smiled meaningfully, "You have seen that thing too, this is not an ordinary death row prison. There are people born in the dark Naturally, there are ways to deal with them."

He lowered his voice, as if singing softly: "Our Father in heaven, his name is hallowed, and his will will come down to the world. And I am his messenger."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the warden who was walking towards them, and twitched the corner of his mouth to leave.

Feng Huai paused, looked up at Arthur, and unexpectedly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Arthur stopped in his tracks, turned to look at Feng Huai, with a confident smile in his eyes.

"You mean, the thunder that hit the monster is related to you and 'him'?" Feng Huai asked.

Arthur paused for a moment, noncommittal, but left a sentence quickly: "Only by standing in the right team can you live here longer, so think about it carefully."

Feng Huai stared at Arthur's leaving back, and sneered slightly.It turned out to be pretending to be a ghost.

Yu Ci came over and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Feng Huai turned his head to look, with a half-smile: "He told me that if he hangs out with you, he will die."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an astonishing evil spirit pouring out from the man beside him.

Feng Huai looked at Yu Ci a little more in surprise, this sentence seemed to hit the man's bottom line, but it was beyond his expectation.

After a few seconds, Yu Ci suppressed his anger and snorted coldly: "It's nonsense."

"Otherwise." Feng Huai rolled his eyes, "Who wouldn't say something harsh."

"He is prisoner zero here, and the one who stayed the longest." Yu

Ci looked at the back of Arthur leaving, and said in a deep voice, "No matter what the reason is, there must be a secret related to the death here."

Feng Huai said: "He mentioned those 'works' of his earlier, and he looked very proud. What is that?"

Yu Ci frowned upon hearing the words, and said, "He was born in a slaughterhouse, and he has been in the slaughtering industry for more than ten years. Later, for some reason, he changed the objects of slaughter into human beings."

"He sneaked into the back kitchen of a high-end banquet restaurant during the day, and followed the target at night."

"Every victim is morbidly dismembered and strangled, and every crime scene is deliberately mixed with a remnant of DNA from the previous victim, as if playing with authority." Yu Ci frowned in disgust, and said coldly Said, "His criminal file has dozens of pages. This is his so-called 'work'."

"Most of the death row inmates here are 'privileged persons' who cannot be executed for certain reasons." Yu Ci twitched the corners of his lips slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. keep some secrets and avoid them."

Feng Huai listened quietly.

Yu Ci's voice is like a fine violin, not at all like telling a creepy story, but more like telling some secrets of the Baroque period.

"Since this orphanage was transformed into a death row prison, people will die strangely due to some kind of accident every once in a while—at first, it was at least disguised as an accident, and then it intensified, and even the surface of the accident was hidden. Too lazy to decorate, the death of each death row prisoner is more bizarre and bloody."

"Most of the death row inmates here are used to the strange sounds that appear every night, such as the crying of children, the scolding of men, and the laughter of women. These movements, like pranks, are considered to be punishments and tortures by the prison guards. Until then prisoners started dying."

"The first prisoner to die was Arthur's cellmate. His death was like a nightmare accident. The ceiling fan above his head was whirling and falling, twisting his head into a pulp Mud - not even the quality of most ceiling fans on the market can do that."

Feng Huai raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

"The second prisoner who died strangely buried himself in the toilet at night, with excrement in his mouth and nose, and died of suffocation. For some reason, there was a large puddle of detergent under his feet. The forensic analysis showed that he After stepping on the detergent and falling, he knocked his head on the toilet and fainted, and by coincidence, he fell headfirst into his own excrement."

Feng Huai wrinkled his nose forcefully, it was too disgusting and miserable.

"Two death row inmates died one after another, but no one paid much attention to their deaths. Even for most people, the accidental death of these death row inmates who couldn't get the death penalty they deserved was even more satisfying."

"The unattended practice is like acquiescence and encouragement, so more death row inmates die, and they don't even wear a layer of accidental appearance."

"The next prisoner, his chest was ripped open, all the muscle, fat and other internal organs were removed, and only a living heart was seen trapped in the skeleton."

"Such a scene finally attracted the attention of others, and it also completely detonated the panic in the death row prison. It was under such circumstances that I took over the death row prison."

"Where was the previous warden?" Feng Huai asked.

"I heard that the prisoner cried and called all night begging to leave his job in the early morning of the day his body was found."

Feng Huai laughed when he heard this: "What about you? Are you not afraid?"

"Me?" Yu Ci paused for a second, looked at Feng Huai, and said slowly, "I asked to be transferred here."

"Because here, there will be someone I have to wait for."

The author has something to say: yooooo

yc is frantically accumulating skill points, striving to fill up the love skill tree (x) as soon as possible

Thanks to He Ziyin for throwing a mine