I am sending red envelopes in the escape game

Hell level at night, novice level during the day.

After a night of torture, the players all collapsed. Zhao Tiezhu was too sleepy to open his eyes, and Sun Goudan was in a trance and hadn't fully recovered.Zheng Dujuan's condition is not bad, the emotional value she provided is the second to last, and the last one is Zhao Tiezhu.Wang Erma felt a little numb after going through the dream cycle last night, which was manifested in the fact that she couldn't see the "black, gray, and red" colors.As for Li Cuihua...

She is very exhausted, the props she bought have been used up to seven or eight times, and she has a deeper fear and hatred for all kinds of bugs.She will never forget the feeling of stepping on all kinds of bugs, and the nausea and despair of being surrounded by bug swarms.Even if it was just a hallucination, she was not pulled into it when she lay on the bed after waking up, but she still couldn't sleep, and instead was troubled by the nightmare of the insect swarm.Like now, even if she was exchanging information with the players, she couldn't help but be wary of the surroundings and the ground, always feeling that there would be bugs jumping out.

"Tomorrow, you must pass the customs tomorrow." Li Cuihua murmured in a daze, "If you fail to pass the customs tomorrow, you have to wait...I will commit suicide."

Worm, worm, she can persist for one night, and can persist for two nights, but the premise is that there is hope of clearing the level on the third day!But if she really had to go through seven days...to save her life, she was willing to pay the price of 500 points.

"It's just some bugs. You call it an illusion. Wouldn't it be fine to pretend that they don't exist?" Zhao Tiezhu was a little hard to understand.

Li Cuihua stared at him, "Then I'll trade with you."

"Huh? This thing can still be changed. If it can be changed, just change it. What's so terrible about bugs?" Zhao Tiezhu thought, he caught many kinds of bugs when he was a child. Compared with real bugs, they must be ghosts and ghosts. Be even scarier!

Mu Anqi sat in front of the screen and nodded: "Then change it, the difficulty of the next night will be higher. By the way, the other players' trials at night should also be changed, otherwise they will get used to yesterday's illusion tonight." You can’t extract a lot of emotional value.” Since the plot time is shortened, it is necessary to squeeze the emotional value against every second.

As for the daytime...it is still necessary for the players to rest and recover. If they are constantly scared, they will become numb, and it will make the players break their tanks, which is not conducive to the squeeze of emotional value.Give the players a buffer and recovery period after each wave of squeeze, and the next wave will be able to squeeze out full emotional value!

"It's really easy to kill evil spirits, as long as you get through it..." Mu Anqi sighed deeply. Of course, before the players see the evil spirits, they will be forced to participate in a competition organized by anonymity, Wearing a black and white mask and wrapped in a black cloak, the "NPC" organized a "social death performance" fellowship.There is absolutely no danger, but it may hurt their fragile hearts and delicate nerves that cannot withstand more torture.

However, after the player has experienced the first night, he will definitely feel full of fear for the future night, and maybe he will have an overly powerful cognition of the final boss "Mountain God".I don’t know what their expressions will be when they actually go up the mountain and find out that they can clear the level by killing evil ghosts after only a few performances, but anyway, when they clear the level, they will definitely be able to reap another wave of “speechless” emotions from the players?

"No one should die, right? After all, it's all mental damage..." Mu Anqi thought hesitantly, if Wu Sansheng came to this dungeon, he would definitely be invincible.

"The players don't know your arrangement." Ji Huaichu said softly, playing with Mu Anqi's hair, "You didn't leave any clues for them to understand the dungeon, they can only continue to passively accept this game, and bear greater psychological and spiritual pressure pressure."

Mu Anqi was silent. She entered the game and thought about it for a while, and felt that the revised version of the game was even more irritating than the "drama of fate" played by the dramatist before.Ah, if she gets sucked into Bugland...

"I have to buy mental protection items!" Mu Anqi shuddered, "I'll go back to the Nirvana space to buy them after this game is over! I still want to buy Molotov cocktails!"

Who knows if there are obsessive ghosts who love bugs or ghosts who are proficient in all kinds of disgusting illusions in the black mirror vortex!

Ji Huaichu patted Mu Anqi on the back to comfort him.

Although the players in the game still wanted to find out some news about the marriage of the mountain god, or what happened to this village, but unfortunately... nothing was dug up.Watching the players racking their brains to obtain information, the dramatist was silent for a while, and whispered: "After the game is over, I will improve the plot and background..." At least some clues must be left for the players, um, Perhaps a female ghost based on her can be set to roam the village and appear during the day.Whether you can get the clues depends on how the players act.

It is better not to set the decontaminated mountain god water on the mountain. It is better for players to find a way to get it.You can set up a mountain temple in the village, you need to pass several trials and then defeat the BOSS guarding the temple to get the holy water to decontaminate.This also allows players to explore the game more and extend the game time.Ah, but she doesn't have enough energy right now. Let's see the evaluation after the game is over and decide whether to modify it immediately.If you don't have enough energy... it's okay to play a few games first to accumulate.

Dramatists want to constantly improve the game and create profitable and interesting dramas. It is best to draw the line of fate.But now she has limited abilities and limited ideas in her mind.She took a cautious look at Ji Huaichu. General Ji mentioned that if the game is going well, she will give herself a token to experience it in other ghost games and learn from each other.To be honest, she is still looking forward to it.

The happy, warm and safe day passed.

Zheng Dujuan sighed, and walked slowly towards home, no matter what happens tonight, she will have a good rest, after all, tomorrow is the key to customs clearance.If tonight is not a hallucination but a ghost attack...then she will lie down and admit death.

Intuitively, she felt that she should not encounter the same plot as last night tonight, after all, with the bad taste of the game... If she encountered the same illusion every night, the player should resist it very well.Since it is an illusion, no matter what you encounter, keep calm and respond calmly.

After dinner as usual, Zheng Dujuan washed the dishes diligently, boiled water, washed briefly, and then went back to the house to rest.She was lying on the bed, the night was long and silent, she expected to fall asleep but couldn't fall asleep, she could only doze consciously.The endless night wrapped her up, and then, she heard noises outside the house, like a fight, or someone pacing back and forth.Zheng Dujuan's face was calm and she slept peacefully, completely unmoved.The rustling outside became louder, as if there was some quarrel, she heard the sound of vases being broken and furniture overturned, and then a girl crying and screaming, the roaring became louder, the woman and the child The crying became more and more horrific——

It was the voice in her memory.

Zheng Dujuan opened her eyes, she stared fixedly at the ceiling, sighed deeply, turned over and closed her eyes again.This memory is indeed her childhood nightmare, which can arouse her greatest anger and unwillingness. She has always dared not speak out, and succumbed to violence. She even began to become a little numb, and would be even more angry with her mother, but also Angry that I am incapable.Until she grew up, until that man came home drunk, because his mother came out to greet her later, he punched his mother again. I don't know if he was drunk or what, that man this time Picking up the wine bottle——when the screams, tears, wine and blood mixed and flowed all over the floor, "Zheng Dujuan", who was hovering at the door of the bedroom, suddenly calmed down: it seemed that she had nothing to cherish in her life, no Brilliant memories, Pink's secret love, not even a safe and easy childhood, her world seems to be always cloudy, always accompanied by quarrels, crying and violence.

The misfortune of her family made her unable to hold her head high at school. She felt inferior, cowardly, and lacked courage. She didn't know how to socialize with her classmates, and she didn't even dare to speak loudly, because she would be beaten if she did so at home. She was the most withdrawn person.However, at that moment, "Zheng Dujuan", who had just received the university admission letter, suddenly became extremely calm. She went straight to the kitchen, and her trembling hands and weak legs suddenly disappeared during the short 2-minute journey. trembling.She picked up two knives, a kitchen knife and a fruit knife.

She had never been so calm before, holding a knife and walking out, she saw her mother raised her head, with a bloody face under the loose hair, she couldn't see her mother's expression clearly, but it was okay, she raised the kitchen knife, He slashed at the man who seemed to be rushing up to kick his mother who had fallen to the ground with his back turned to her.

The cut was on the back of the neck, she didn't have much strength, and the man didn't even react when the knife went down. The next second he screamed in pain and touched the back of the head with his hand to turn around and grab her.Zheng Dujuan didn't stop, and it was the second time soon. She didn't pick up the fruit knife until the man stopped resisting.

She committed suicide, after the man died beyond death.She calmly called the police, called an ambulance for her mother, and even wrote a "suicide note" calmly while waiting, simply stating the facts.When she picked up the pen, her hands trembled again, but her brain was extremely excited and calm. She was not afraid, but relaxed.

The dark cloud in her world finally lifted, and she ushered in death in the sun.

"It's a nightmare, but it's also a sweet dream." Zheng Dujuan turned over and gradually fell asleep.Outside the door, two indescribable monsters gradually disappeared, and with them disappeared the dark night that was so thick that there was no light at all.

Zhao Tiezhu, who is not afraid of bugs, was awakened by the slippery and cold touch. He raised his hand in a daze, and saw a fat leech sleeping next to his arm, sucking his blood.He waved his hand violently in fright, and saw dense black spiders falling from his sleeves. He propped up the bed and sat up abruptly, crushing an unknown number of small white eggs of unknown insects with one hand...

The author has something to say: the dissertation has been defended, and it went well!

Happy break time too!

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感谢在2021-05-0623:54:00~2021-05-1615:18:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the deep water torpedo: 1 King Miao Xiaomi;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Song 3; shisanl..., Luo Dapao, Yuuki Yuna is Lily, Jiang Yu, mik_hcjf 1;

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