don't open your eyes [unlimited]

There was pure silence inside and outside the basement.

Everyone had different expressions, but they all fell silent by coincidence, and looked at each other wordlessly.

In the entire space, it seems that only the projector is still slowly turning, projecting the videotape of "And There Were None" on the wall.

Suddenly, the monkey youth stood up with a "bang".He rushed to the door, smashed and pushed repeatedly, trying to open the door with all his strength.

The monkey youth argued incoherently: "I just couldn't hold back my curiosity...but I didn't do anything! I changed my mind after I came in, and I never thought about attacking that star again, and I didn't even touch him!"

The star was killed by the man with the horse face, which has been pushed out by Zhuang Die, and even the horse face himself has to admit it frankly because he can no longer hide it!

No one's death is his responsibility!

No matter how hard you try, the door will not move at all. The monkey youth's voice is dry and hoarse, and his forehead is sweating anxiously: "Is it okay if I didn't do anything? I really didn't do anything! I will apologize when I get back, I promise..."

The Hound Man asked: "What if this is really a 1v1 dream?"

The young monkey's hands trembled a little: "What?"

"If you are a hunter, you don't need to pay any price, just to meet the embroidered pillow that was brought out by the traffic..." The hunting dog man folded his arms, "Before you fell asleep tonight, you originally planned to have such a beautiful dream Bar?"

The monkey youth retorted angrily: "You are slandering! How do you know what I think? I clearly—"

He was about to prove himself confidently, when the words came to his lips, but for some reason, he couldn't speak them out in one breath as smoothly as usual live broadcast.

... He did make such preparations.

What Monkey Youth clicked on was not a post, but a webpage hijacking pop-up advertisement.

Messy web games are always easy to encounter this kind of thing. He was looking for live broadcast materials. He wanted to close it casually. The mouse has moved to the close option, but he was attracted by the above content.

Everything seems so within reach.

The dream owner has absolute control over his own private dream domain, no matter whether he succeeds or not, even if he just tries it casually, it will not do him any harm.

There will be no evidence for everything, and no one will even remember it. The opportunity is right in front of us, and a dream is enough...

If he could really resist this kind of temptation, it would be impossible for him to appear in this kind of place now.

The young monkey's chest rose and fell, and he stood there speechless with his hands hanging down.

"No one here is innocent, so it's better to spend less effort." The hunting dog man stood up, "Besides, at this point, is there any other way?"

At the end of the steps is the locked copper gate, which is destined to be impossible to return to the villa—it is not even certain whether the villa exists or not.

All of them were played by that game designer.The so-called villa is nothing more than a game scene in a dream, and the real center of the dream is this small, dilapidated, extremely shabby rental house in the basement.

The hunting dog man walked towards the basement first. He grabbed the monkey youth who was frozen in place, and together they walked towards the long table where everyone was waiting to be seated.

The monkey youth was pulled by him for several steps in a daze, and suddenly realized that he was about to run, but it was too late, and was forced by the hound on the chair next to Zhuang Die's right.

Just as he was forced to sit still, the picture projected by the projector suddenly changed.

The movie that was playing suddenly turned into a blank screen, with only a huge black bold Arabic numeral "1" on it.After a few seconds, the number suddenly jumped automatically and became the number "2" in the same font.

The others hesitated for a moment, then walked down the stairs one after another and entered the basement.

At first, the horse-faced man sat directly next to the monkey youth, but the numbers did not change.And when he and the monkey youth separated an empty chair and sat down, the number displayed on the screen immediately jumped to "3".

At this point, even Ms. Hu, who has never played games, can already understand the rules of seating.

In fact, what Zhuang Die just said has clearly given the seats of everyone.

Everyone who entered the dream realm found their own prey, and they themselves were the prey of another person—this connection happened to be a complete and continuous chain of hunting.

With the game designer as the starting point of this hunting chain, when everyone sits in the correct corresponding position, the number on the screen will increase by one, and if the player in the current seat has died, the number will automatically accumulate.

What is a bit awkward is that these chairs are not placed facing the table, but facing the projection on the wall screen, and are placed in a direction suitable for watching movies.

From this angle, as long as you sit on a chair, everyone is looking at their prey, and everyone has a pair of eyes behind them.

No one can stay out of the matter, in the absolute darkness where everything happens, the most likely outcome may be that no one survives...

Zhuang Di left his seat.

He ended his deduction of the game designer, returned to his identity as a gambler, and walked towards the empty chair between the lawyer and the Go player.

When Zhuang Die was seated, the number on the screen also changed to "9", and then jumped to "10".

Immediately afterwards, a celebration screen popped up on the screen to congratulate everyone for correctly unlocking the level.

Looking at the nostalgic Gif animation of the fireworks display, and listening to the recordings of cheers and whistles that symbolize celebration, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly had an idea in their hearts.

——Perhaps the monkey youth's complaints may not be completely untrue. The style of this game designer is indeed a little bit outdated now...

The projector gradually stopped, and along with the cheerful music, the entire room went dark.

……

The monkey youth suddenly felt that his back was inexplicably hairy, he turned his head suddenly, his eyes widened after only one glance, and cold sweat ran down his back in an instant.

——Tau Tau returned to the seat behind him!

Not in the posture of a living person, but still maintaining the shape of "death" at that time, but the eyes on the sculpture opened at some point, staring straight at him.

Those eyes seemed to be able to move, and no matter how he tried to hide, they followed him numbly, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was stiff and strange.Although it is a sculpture that can't move up and down, it still seems that it is inevitable to catch him...

The monkey youth was frightened out of his wits and tried to run away, but suddenly felt something strange about his body.

His two legs were as heavy as lead, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift them up, almost as if they had grown together with the chair - when he had this idea, he looked down at his legs, sweating coldly Suddenly, the clothing was soaked through.

His two legs had already turned into hard, gray sculptures.

Not only his legs, but his waist, chest, shoulders and two arms also began to become stiff and cold.Because he was too flustered, his unconsciously struggling arm hit the back of the chair next to him, and his two unconscious fingers were shattered by the impact, and a few pieces of plaster-like debris fell out.

The monkey youth said anxiously: "I can't move anymore! Help..."

The monkey youth's voice became weird and indistinct, because the sculpture growing in his body had spread to his face... and what was even more frightening was that in front of him, the third chair had also turned gray and white.

The horse's face turned back following the sound, startled by the sight in front of it, and was about to get up to avoid it, but found that its feet had turned into gray and white sculptures.

This time it was no longer performed by makeup—his feet were completely unable to move, as if they had merged with the ground!

"What's going on!" The pig-faced man stood up abruptly, "Didn't we unlock the checkpoint!"

The rest of the people also noticed the sudden change, and everyone immediately left the chairs they were sitting in, trying to keep themselves away from the parts that had turned gray and white, but this momentum was still spreading unstoppably.

The basement is not that big, even if you just want to stand firmly, it is impossible not to touch the ground...

In a panic, the hunting dog man picked up a chair, walked straight to the game designer who had turned into a sculpture at the end of the long table, and smashed it down heavily.

Miss Hu's eyes widened: "What are you doing—"

Halfway through the question, she bit her lower lip involuntarily and swallowed the words back.

This seems to be the most effective method at the moment.

So far, all the developments have verified Zhuang Die's conjecture—the game designer is the real planner behind all of this. He designed such a "dream game" that led everyone into a private dream. And finally bring everyone back to this basement.

If this reasoning is completely true, the death of the game developer on the first night should not be true, and it is probably just some kind of cover-up.

No matter what kind of game it is, it all happened in a dream after all. As long as the dreamer can be forced to wake up, they can get away...

In this situation, the desire to survive has overwhelmed everything.Miss Hu closed her eyes, heard the clear sound of the statue breaking, mustered up the courage to raise her head, but stayed where she was with a pale face.

The statue of the game designer was smashed and scattered on the ground, but it failed to bring any change to the situation.

The hunting dog man's body froze in place, he still maintained the movement of smashing down with the chair, but he was completely unable to move or speak.

……

Zhuang Die stood in the corner, thinking about the chaos in front of him.

He can be sure that his reasoning is correct.Similarly, Zhuang Die is also willing to believe that a game developer who has made many classic games has his own professional ethics - even in a dream, the other party will not give a semi-finished game without an ending

There must be something else that he overlooked.

On top of the existing reality, there is still a crucial detail.

If he is a game developer, if his career prospects are already bleak, if he painstakingly makes a game that can only be played in his dreams, and if he manages to get ten people together...

His thoughts were frequently interrupted by the constant stiffness from his body. Zhuang Die was a little worried about his little curly hair. He raised his hand to check it, but was suddenly grabbed firmly from behind.

The touch behind him has not become cold and hard, and the arm blocking Zhuang Die's chest is still warm. Pulling Zhuang Die off the ground, he is temporarily out of the risk of becoming a sculpture.

A hand landed on the top of Zhuang Die's head, rubbed it lightly twice, and reported to him: "It's soft."

Zhuang Die breathed a sigh of relief.

He leaned on Ling Su's shoulder, grabbed Ling Su's clothes to stabilize his body, and muttered in a low voice while organizing his thoughts: "Why is there a black cat? A black cat is a living thing, so you can exchange consciousness with it... a cat Can you dream?"

"Yes, both birds and mammals have REM periods." Ling Su pondered for a while, "According to a large number of observations, cats dream of fighting with their own kind, and catch mice in their dreams..."

Zhuang Die thought about this sentence twice, and a very vague thought popped up in his mind, but it disappeared in a flash.

"Have an idea?" Ling Su's body hadn't shown any abnormalities, and he patted him on the back, "Don't worry, think slowly..."

In the dark basement, everyone was racking their brains to try to protect themselves.

The sculpture of the game developer was completely smashed, half of his face rolled under the table, his pale eyes seemed to be looking at everyone.

The long-outdated synthetic mechanical sound was slightly shifted, and accompanied by the brisk electronic background music, it sounded at the same time.

"Catch~I got~you~."