When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

This is a European-style ancient building with a long history, surrounded by mountains, hidden in the woods beyond sight.

Yitu stood in front of the gate of this lifeless manor, like a poor man who strayed into the earl's territory.

He didn't have to wait long before a middle-aged woman in a maid's outfit opened the door for him.

The woman looked him up and down, with a rigid and serious expression:

"Is that you, old James' new nurse?"

"Come in, follow me closely, don't make Mr. He wait too long."

Yitu found that the woman spoke fluent Chinese, not because the game had been translated in the middle.

He guessed that Mr. He, the owner of this manor, was probably a Chinese.

Yitu followed the woman's footsteps, only seeing her straight back and hearing her orders without turning her head.

"I am one of the stewards of this manor. My name is Paggy, Paggy Tony."

"As you can see, the manor is huge. Even a light-legged young man would have to walk for half a day to finish it, not to mention a part of the manor leads to the back mountain."

"What I want to say is that if you don't have the master's request, you can't wander around in the manor. It's best not to leave Wayne Castle. All Mr. He's servants must abide by this rule, including me."

"I'll take you to see Mr. He right away. Your job is to take care of Mr. He's food and daily life. If the master asks you otherwise, you must try your best to fulfill it."

"Wayne Castle will be locked after nine o'clock. I hope you can return to your room before nine o'clock."

"Mr. He is a very good person. You don't have to worry too much about him deliberately embarrassing you. He doesn't talk much, but if he wants to talk to you, I hope you can be kind and at least respond."

Paggy took Yitu into Wayne Castle, walked through the empty corridor, and stepped on a series of steps. The castle was terrifyingly large, and the sound of their footsteps seemed so abrupt.

Fifteen minutes later, Pa Ji took him to the door of Mr. He's room.

"Remember to knock on the door." Paggy finished her last sentence and left with a straight face.

Yitu didn't rush to knock on the door, but stood quietly outside the door for a while.

Will this be the last one?Yitu doesn't know the answer.

Since he escaped from the asylum as "Quentin", he has not been relieved.

Instead, they keep entering the game, all kinds of horrible endless loops.

In a sense, what Quentin's attending doctor said was indeed verified.

After that level, Yitu finally remembered who "Quentin" was.

Quentin was the fourth manager of Gambler's Game, and it was Quentin who created the so-called Easter Egg Game.

What he has experienced is likely to be the painful experience that Quentin has suffered.

It's just that in the game, everything is exaggerated or horrified.

As the manager of Gambler's Game, Quentin had to devote all his energy and heart to the game.

He is obsessed with creating myths, trapped in a world that does not exist, and claims to be the creator of the world.

He's a god in the game, but in reality, he's just a psychotic lunatic.

His parents were probably well-known nobles in a certain country. In order to cure or eradicate their son's illness, they blocked his meditation with drugs.

Yitu doesn't know Quentin's final outcome, but there is no doubt that, under such desperate circumstances, he still completed this magnificent project, which is why all the players are suffering.

It's just that Yitu doesn't quite understand why Quentin integrated his own story into the game, even without changing the name.

Rather than saying that he remembered it in this way, Yitu felt that it was more like a disguised reminder.

It's a pity that he knows too little information and can't really explain anything.

Yitu can't remember how many games this is, and he doesn't even have the slightest expectation in his heart.

Expecting this to be the last, expecting this to be the end.

Thinking of this, Yitu felt extremely anxious.

He can't feel the normal passage of time at all in the game, and he has lost many instincts that a normal person should have.

His right foot had already stepped on the edge called the lunatic and could not be withdrawn.

Yitu subconsciously bit his finger. Whenever he couldn't control his emotions or felt suffering, he would bite his finger.

The most serious time, he bit his finger bloody, just to stay awake.

Although after the game is cleared, any damage to the body will be restored.

There was already a circle of fresh teeth marks on her white fingers, Yitu knocked on the door.

"Please come in." A hoarse old voice sounded.

Yitu paused, turned the handle and opened the door to enter.

The light in the room was so dim that any expensive furniture shunned the light and looked so dull and uninteresting.

He noticed the wool carpet under his feet, not only the living room, but even the main hall was luxuriously covered with wool carpet.

Because of this, Yitu's footsteps are very light.

Just as he was looking around and approaching the study cautiously, that old voice sounded again.

"Did Paggy bring you here, new orderly?"

"Yes, my name is Yitu."

"……Chinese?"

"Yes."

"...Yitu, okay, I'll remember."

"Mr. He, do I need to do something?" Yitu stood where he was, waiting for the master's order.

The old voice did not sound, and after a while, the figure of the master appeared at the door of the study.

It was a very old man in his 60s. He was sitting in a wheelchair. After his once tall body was thinned, only a weak skeleton remained.

The man's eyebrows and eyes are still deep, and the bridge of his nose is straight, but the years have ruthlessly taken away his youthful appearance, leaving age spots that cannot be erased.

"As you can see, my leg is useless, and it's been a long time since."

"This manor is so big, but I can't even get out of the bedroom door."

"Of course, I won't restrict your freedom... Your only task is to take care of me."

"It won't be too tiring, I just need you to accompany me to read books, I can't read those words anymore, I'm old, my energy doesn't allow me to do this..."

Speaking of this, Mr. He waved to Yitu, "Come here."

Yitu stepped forward to push the wheelchair and entered Mr. He's study.

There is not as much space as imagined. There are only four rows of bookshelves in Mr. He's study.

Yitu looked around and found that the books on the bookshelf cover a wide range, not just Chinese and English books.

He was a little worried that he would not be able to complete the work, if the books Mr. He picked were difficult.

Just as he was about to ask, the old man pushed the wheelchair and came to the mahogany table.

A very thick leather book with a yellowed cover was placed on the table, and the thin thread used to order it was also very rough, as if it was artificially made.

Mr. He handed the book to Yitu, it was a very heavy book.

"You only need to read this book, I just want to read this."

Yitu, who was standing there, didn't seem to have heard his words. He just opened the book and saw the catalog at first glance, and he was shocked.

This is not a complete story, but a collection of unrelated stories.

But the protagonist of each story is a member of the poker.

For example, the first line of the catalog says, hearts 2 · midnight time.

And below the heart 2 is the story of the heart 3, the white madhouse.

Further down, hearts 3. The disappearing neighbor, hearts 4. Ogre...

Yitu's hand holding the book trembled slightly, he couldn't help opening the book, looking at the lines of tiny words, reading the extremely familiar plot.

These... turned out to be all horror games he had experienced, or in other words, the unknown part that he would continue to play next.

A chill slowly crept up from his back, Yitu had an intuition that sooner or later he would die in this trial.

Because this story collection is not complete, after turning over the last game story he has experienced, the rest are blank pages.

What is empty and devours one's soul is waiting for him to experience and fill it up.

Perhaps Yitu was silent for too long, or the host noticed his pale face, and kindly explained:

"You don't have to be scared, none of these stories are true."

"When I was young, I loved hearing horror stories, so my lover gave me this book for my 30th birthday."

"It's so old that the original edition is rotten and I had to get someone to transcribe and bind it again."

"The book in your hand is already the fifth edition."

Yitu recovered from the suffocating despair, and his brain accepted the only information.

"Your lover?"

"Yes, my love." Mr. He paused for a while, as if he was trying to remember, but he looked at Yitu with confusion.

Yitu knew, but he forgot.

Mr. He suffers from Alzheimer's disease, he can't remember the past events, and even the horror story collections he has read countless times will be forgotten after a period of time.

So he chose to keep listening and feeling, but he still couldn't remember.

"I once had an agreement with him." As if trying to cover up something, Mr. He said slowly.

"But I can't remember, I just remember that the appointed time is hidden in the story book."

"You read it for me, read it." Mr. He's voice was mixed with a trace of pain, "I really want to see him."

Yitu nodded, and then he couldn't hold back and asked:

"Sir, why are the protagonists in this collection of stories all playing cards?"

"Ah..." Mr. He thought for a while before he said:

"Because the meeting gift I gave him was a deck of playing cards."

"That's my world and his world. In our world, every poker has a story."

"Although it sounds naive and ridiculous, at that time, it might not be a kind of spiritual sustenance."

"He is my salvation, but... I seem to have lost him."