Monster Beauty's Unlimited Game

Sweet Home 4

No one wants to see a peeping eye in the dark wood

Zhou Yan closed the door and glued the door gap with sawdust mixed with glue with rich experience.

No one wants to see a prying eye in the dark wood.

He glanced down from the crack of the bed against the wall, and found that the red object he saw just now was a worn-out rag doll.

It was covered with termites wriggling like rice grains. Those termites crawled out of a black hole in the corner of the wooden wall and gathered on the doll for unknown reasons.

The termites covered the doll so densely that it was almost impossible to see its face. Some cotton wadding came out of the large and small holes, and even sporadic termites moved in the cotton wadding.

After a long time of mental construction, Zhou Yan finally found a pair of gloves from the toolbox, gritted his teeth and took out the scalp-numbing rag doll from the gap.

As soon as he picked up the doll, the termites fell off like a tide and fell to the ground like flour.

too disgusting!

Although as a special effects make-up artist, he is used to seeing strange and weird creatures, but facing these densely packed bugs at this moment, he sadly found that he was still a patient with trypophobia.

If you add such elements to the monster sketches you create, what will happen?

I should be scolded by the producer first...

Zhou Yan suppressed his disgust, quickly opened the window, shook off the termites on the doll, and picked out the hidden termites from the cotton wool, the doll showed its full appearance.

This is an ordinary rag doll that ordinary little girls would have. The double ponytails made of yellow wool hang down on both shoulders, and there are two strands of black lines curling around the eyes. These are holes that have been eaten by termites.

This should be Wendy's toy, why is it in this room?

Zhou Yan looked at the doll over and over, but couldn't see anything.

"I can't take it anymore." He sighed resignedly.

The damn occupational disease strikes again!

Zhou Yan took out the needle and thread from the toolbox and began to make simple repairs on the doll.

Given more fabric, he's confident he can restore the doll to its original shape.

Arrange the cotton wool, stuff it into the hole, and fill the hole with a similar color thread. Finally, take off the two buttons on the clothes and sew two round eyes on the doll.

【Ding!Obtained item: Wendy's Ragdoll (perfunctory repaired version)]

The long-lost system sound sounded.

The rag doll in his hand disappeared, replaced by an inventory that appeared at the bottom of his consciousness.

The first is the image of a rag doll.

With a thought of Zhou Yan, the doll reappeared in his hands.

This miraculous experience made him unable to resist playing several times. The swordsman on the bus should have used this method to make the sword disappear.

"system?"

Zhou Yan put away the doll, and he said to the air: "Can you put my toolbox here too."

After a long time, Zhou Yan did not hear the system's response.

Well, it's a bit of a pity, it seems that I can't continue to blackmail it this time.

He packed the suitcase, tidied it a bit, and hid it under the bed.

After finishing all this, Zhou Yan fell on the bed, staring at the light blue ceiling, the exhaustion from blood loss completely overwhelmed him, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Amber Town, dilapidated streets.

"Damn it, there are really too many bugs in this town!" Vivian trampled to death one bug, and the green juice splashed her foot, "It's disgusting! It's disgusting!"

"This dungeon should be related to bugs." Allen silently walked around the fuzzy corpse of the bug, "I'll go to the town to inquire about some news, and by the way, ask if there are any strangers coming."

Cui Yichen: "Don't forget, we are also strangers, and that newcomer might also inquire about us."

Vivienne snorted coldly: "Just rely on him? I think his self-protection is a problem. Don't forget, the monster he summoned should be killed by the system."

Allen's eyes flickered: "His ability is to summon creatures above B level."

Cui Yichen was about to be amused by these two teammates, and he scorned the two brainless idiots in his heart, his face was still calm: "Let me remind you, the level of that monster is obviously higher than B level, if it is really He summoned him, so why did the system say that the newcomer was sent by mistake at first."

His words suddenly made two people look at him at the same time.

Allen frowned: "You mean, he scared us?"

Cui Yichen: "I'm just guessing. If he has the ability to summon monsters above B level, I don't think he will form a team with us."

Vivienne's face was distorted with anger, she couldn't bear to be played around by an ordinary person, completely forgetting that the three members of the team were killed by the monster summoned by the system.

Allen made a final decision: "Okay, since he is not a threat to us, when we meet, we will set out his mission and just kill him casually."

"Now go and complete our mission, find the serum."

Cui Yichen, who was at the end of the team, had a strange look in his eyes. The two teammates in front didn't know that he had been in this dungeon before.

In an environment where life and death are unpredictable, Cui Yichen believes that anyone will hide something.

And he will be the last victor.

The night in Ambertown was humid and hot, and Aunt Cathy's house was filled with an unspeakable stench.

Zhou Yan didn't sleep soundly, and the quilt on his body rolled down to nowhere, and he curled up all over, trembling slightly.

He felt that he was firmly imprisoned in the darkness, and he couldn't even move his fingers. Countless strange worms slowly crawled up his body. He watched helplessly as the fat maggots moved their bodies, and the cold worms crawled across. His pupils, he wanted to scream, but he could only shut his mouth tightly to prevent eating those evil ugly creatures.

A termite the size of a grain of rice crawled down his cheek and into his ear...

The rustling sound became louder and louder, this weak and disgusting bug was slowly crawling into his brain, and was about to eat his brain...

The young man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The sweaty hair was tightly attached to his forehead, and the eyelashes were almost soaked, reflecting the jumping dim candlelight. He subconsciously touched his ears, which were intact.

Suddenly there was a piercing and sharp sound next to my ear, as if someone was scratching and pulling the wooden board with his fingernails, and the sound continued one after another.

The hairs on his back stood upright, and Zhou Yan could almost feel the creepy touch, one stroke, one stroke, slowly and gently across his back.

The chaotic and evil voice came from the wall beside the bed, Zhou Yan mustered up his courage, reached out and knocked on the fragile wooden board.

dong dong.

The sound stopped abruptly.

A giant pincer beetle with a strange green light slowly crawled out from a crack in the wood, and flew away with its transparent wings.

Zhou Yan touched the cold sweat on his forehead. The air here is hot and humid, and the inside of the wooden wall was gnawed away by termites. Unexpectedly, it became a breeding ground for some insects. The sound just now should be made by this insect.

"What Aunt Cathy said is indeed true." He glanced at the candles wrapped in a simple plastic box. "There are indeed a lot of bugs here."

The plastic box was built by him with heat-shrinkable sheets, and the cotton batting of the rag doll blocked the gaps between the heat-shrinkable sheets to maintain ventilation and prevent the candle from releasing some dangerous gases.

Although he didn't know if the candles were harmful, and if this simple device filtered out some harmful gases.

But for now, apart from having a weird nightmare, Zhou Yan doesn't seem to have any other discomfort.

The bed board under him suddenly trembled slightly, with a strange and terrifying rhythm. Gradually, even the floor began to tremble in this strange way, and the whole house made strange noises, like a puppet that had been in disrepair for the first time after many years. Its stiff joints.

Zhou Yan came to the window with a cat, and he secretly opened a corner of the curtain.

The night was filled with fog, and he saw a group of people passing by on the main road not far away. They were covered in black clothes, drifting slowly across this eerie town like a dark cloud.

It seemed that the people in the whole town were mobilized, and they had an intriguing tacit understanding, and there was a strange hoarse and indescribable voice from the moth-like crowd.

It was a tone that cannot be produced by normal human throat structure, chanting vague and creepy ancient evil spells, like a language that has been passed down for thousands of years, and like a warning from the future.

Accompanied by their chanting, the hair-raising scratching sounds in the house sounded one after another, as if the whole house was sacrificed to some terrible demon, who was scratching and pulling every piece of wood with sharp claws, declaring A certain evil god from the ancient abyss is about to come.

Their steps were uniform, and seemed to have an ancient and sinister rhythm, causing slight tremors as they passed Aunt Cathy's cottage.

The moon in the sky had long been blocked, and there was no light on the dark street. This group of men in black seemed to have a pair of night vision eyes, walking furtively on the stone road, not knowing where they were going.

Zhou Yan's eyes were blurred, shrouded in a layer of gray mist, and there were small whispers in his ears, lingering on the verge of disappearing, his brain nerves seemed to be covered by strands of black mucus, his throat trembled slightly, Wanted to make the same wacky note with the sneaky crowd too...

【Congratulations to the player, you have had a safe first night, please make persistent efforts to survive the second night. 】

The sound of the system suddenly sounded in his head, awakening the bewitched Zhou Yan. He broke out in a cold sweat. This town really has many secrets, and Wendy's disappearance must be related to their strange whereabouts.

He was about to draw down the curtains when he saw a bloody face at the end of the crowd.

It turned out to be Vivienne who had been sucked and fucked!

Like the group of men in black, she was completely wrapped in black robes, her beautiful face was calm and serene, and she walked calmly at the back of the line.

Is she resurrected?

So will her companion be resurrected?

Thinking of the abilities of those three people on the bus, Zhou Yan felt a little uncomfortable. He seemed to have offended three terrible people.

but……

Why did three B-level supernatural beings come to the F-level dungeon?

One of the rules of the system is balance, there is no resurrection for no reason, so the three of them must have exchanged something for the chance of resurrection.

Resurrection, for Zhou Yan, who has no power to restrain a chicken, has a fatal temptation.

[Congratulations to the player for surviving the first night, triggering a side mission: exploring Aunt Cathy's home. (0/1)]

[Reminder: The player's ability is too low, please pay attention to safety. 】

Do you want to make people sleep!

Zhou Yan lowered the curtain sternly, and after the system interrupted him one after another, he had a little resistance to the weird voice.

But now is a good time to explore Aunt Cathy's house, after all, the fingerprints on the photo indicate that there seems to be a third person living in this room.

Zhou Yan quietly got out of bed and took out a special lamp from the toolbox. This is an ultraviolet lamp used to heat the glue.

Another function of the ultraviolet lamp is to find fingerprints. When he saw the fingerprints on the photo, he immediately thought that he had brought the ultraviolet lamp, so he took the risk and exchanged the photo.

The photograph had been wiped clean, indicating that someone had touched it frequently, but left a dusty fingerprint in the corner.

Zhou Yan took out the weird photo of a family of three, and gently covered the position of the fingerprint with his finger. He could imagine that the owner of the fingerprint held the photo with two fingers.

He opened the door very lightly, and the thick darkness completely invaded the house.

Zhou Yan turned on the ultraviolet lamp, and a beam of purple light that was not bright shone on the floor.

Seven or eight small footprints instantly appeared on the dirty floor, which should have been left by Wendy. A little girl of her age always likes to run around the house barefoot.

As the ultraviolet lamp slowly moved forward, Wendy's footprints were displayed little by little before her eyes, and the footprints were intermittent, extending all the way to a wooden door.

Zhou Yan almost had the illusion that the little girl named Wendy was in front of him, guiding him into the mysterious room.

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