[Comprehensive horror] I am convinced of this system task

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I had barely reached the first step when the door slammed shut behind me.

The sudden sound startled me, I turned around and tried it, but it really didn't work.Any unreasonable things can no longer scare me, after all, this is not the real world anymore.If there is no danger of dying, I would rather play such a very realistic holographic Silent Hill game.

The way of retreat was cut off, and we could only move forward.This staircase extending downwards is really long and long, and you can't see the end after walking for a long time.

As I walked, I suddenly thought that if the world suddenly switched and I was taken back to the surface world or even the real world, I should have been frozen in the concrete foundation deep underground.

But thinking about it randomly, climbing the stairs is not so boring, and I stood on the flat ground in a while.After going down the stairs for so long, my legs were weak, and I was still a little uncomfortable walking on the flat road. I made some adjustments before I dared to move on.

If I insist on saying it here, it looks like an intricate underground warehouse.Huge shelves that were several people high were lined up crookedly, some were empty, and some were filled with disgusting things that I didn't even want to look at.Like bits and pieces, or something.

And these shelves, like the grocery stores in the other world, are covered with mottled rust, layer upon layer in this warehouse.Although my flashlight can't illuminate the entire space I'm in at all, and it's hard to even illuminate a whole row of aisles, but I feel that this warehouse-like space must be quite large.But these shelves blocked the line of sight so tightly that I couldn't find a way out at once.

To add insult to injury, my phone suddenly made a noise as I walked between the two shelves.

There was silence all around, but this noise startled me.I clenched the stick in my hand and stared nervously ahead.

As far as my flashlight can illuminate, is the intersection of the aisles.

Amidst the noise, a figure slowly moved over.

In an instant, my body seemed to be frozen, unable to move, I could only stand there straight, looking at the moving thing in front of me.

"It" is indeed in the form of a human, but it is by no means a human being. "It" is walking with a limp, accompanied by severe twitching of its upper body.

Didn't make any sound, although it didn't appear suddenly, but the creepy feeling brought by such slowly moving into my line of sight is more tormenting people's will than the sudden fright. Can't move.

It turned a corner stiffly, came to my aisle, and walked slowly towards me.Soon it entered the direct range of the flashlight, and I saw its image.

It was indeed a human form, but it was no longer human.The epidermis has no complete flesh, it looks bloody and bloody, and the face seems to be corroded, and the facial features are completely unrecognizable.It walked on a pair of thin, skinny, misshapen legs, but its upper body bulged into an almost spherical shape.Without arms, it feels like a patient wearing a restraint suit in a mental hospital. His hands are bound in the clothes, and the chilling violent convulsions seem to be struggling.

It was so close, amidst the frantic noise of the phone, it clearly made me want to gag.When it was about to get close to me, consciousness and strength suddenly returned to my limbs.

My hand could move suddenly, and at this time it also started to twitch more crazily, and a black hole appeared on my face, which looked like a mouth and was much bigger than the mouth, as if it was roaring silently, and it seemed to be trying to twitch my body. The brain is swallowed whole.

I didn't even have time to feel the fear, so I stabbed it hard with the stick in my hand, pushing him back a few steps.

However, it is not as top-heavy as its size makes it seem.I used all my strength to poke it, but it didn't push it down as expected.

And, after it had steadied itself, it began to walk slowly again.

The bloody monsters stimulated my vision, and the noise stimulated my eardrums. In an instant, the blood in my whole body seemed to boil, and I seemed to have found the feeling of fighting with other gangsters on the street back then, even though I was already in another world. .

What can be done?Fight!

I held up the stick, tensed all the nerves in my body, and waited for him to approach by himself.It moves at that speed forever, like it can't be provoked.

It began to repeat the action of opening its mouth before, and taking advantage of the opportunity, I jumped up and hit it head-on with a stick.

This kind of attack seems to be more effective, as if it was stunned by me, it stopped moving, and its black hole-like mouth stopped opening.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I retracted the stick and slapped it hard on its deformed legs!

This time it finally couldn't stand upright and fell to the ground. Before I could relax, I held back my nausea and threw myself at it.

Trapped in this ghost place, all the unhappiness and anger I have accumulated for so long are all hysterically vented on this monster who has no ability to fight back.

I roared and beat it with all my strength, even though it looked dead and motionless, I still didn't stop.

It wasn't until I felt tired and my mood stabilized a little that I gasped for breath and stopped.Its already deformed body was even more disfigured by my beating, like a pile of unrecognizable pieces of meat, and this thing seemed to have been dead for a long time, without any blood splashing out.

That's okay, I'm just dressed like this.Although it is useless to pay attention to the image in this dilapidated place, and there is no place to wash the dirty things, but in the end it is myself who is disgusting.

Only then did I notice that the noise from the phone had stopped, and the surroundings had returned to dead silence.

But the other world is absolutely impossible to be so simple.It's good to calm down now, and you can be more careful to guard against possible crises.In addition, the noise of the mobile phone is also a useful reminder.

I walked out of this aisle and looked left and right. It was an almost completely symmetrical structure, and I couldn't tell how big this warehouse was.

Can only go by instinct.I looked around, and finally chose to continue walking straight. It should be more efficient to find the edge first and then fumble to find the way.

When I finally touched the wall, I realized that it might be because of the darkness. In fact, this space is much smaller than I thought.About three or four basketball courts.The walls were not clean either, I tried not to see what was on them.

Two more monsters were solved on the way, "Binder", as the system voice from the mobile phone introduced me.

It looked disgusting, but after killing a few, it became numb.There is no guilt in thinking that they are not human.

After searching for a while, I finally found a way out.But it was just a roller door like a family garage door, and I went up and grabbed the bottom to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

It's nerve-wracking.I kicked the door and made a rattling sound, and couldn't help but swear words again in my heart.

Damn... I finally found the door, how do I open it!

I took the flashlight out of my breast pocket and looked around.

Sure enough, there is no unparalleled road!

Clues are written on the wall above the shutter door.Although the wall was also stained with blood, it was disgusting, but the words written in blood-like red were more obvious and shocking.

"Blessed with the blood of the father, open the nightmare."

What the hell is this nonsensical sentence that looks super fake?

If there is really a "nightmare" behind this door, why should I open this door?

I took two steps back subconsciously, not knowing what kind of monster would be inside.

However, there was no other way out.In the darkness behind me, I don't know how many "Binders" are quietly approaching me.

After weighing it, I decided to open the rolling door in front of me.

Even if it is death, I want to have a good time.

I took a deep breath and looked up at the line of writing.

"Blessing with the blood of the father"... To put it simply, you want blood, right?But why is it the father's?

Growing up in an orphanage, I had no concept of the word "father" at all.The impression of this word in my memory is that when someone says "you have no father or mother", I rush up to beat the other person violently until I lose my temper.

Seeing "Father" now, the first thing that pops up in my mind is the weird uncle I met in the convenience store just now.

The uncle who kept talking about killing his son.

Don't know what his motivation is.I was more creeped out by his nervous repetition of that sentence than by the fact that he had said it.

But no matter what, this is the other world?I have no way to catch him, let alone bloodletting.In this world, apart from those "Binders", I should be the only one.Moreover, there is no blood in the bonder's body.

Wait, it's just me?

That said, is my blood okay?

It only said "the blood of the father", but it didn't say who the father was. Does it mean that it doesn't matter who the father is?

Although I don't know who my father is, my biological father's blood should flow in my body no matter what.

Otherwise, this puzzle is really too tricky.

I made up my mind, endured the pain and bit my fingertips, moved my bleeding fingers together, and gently placed them on the door.

As expected, there was a reaction at the moment of touching, a stream of blood suddenly gushed out from the wound as if controlled by some force, crawling like red silk threads on the door, and finally formed a circle like a magic circle texture.

But this pattern is inexplicably familiar to me.But after searching through the memories in my mind, I can't remember where I saw it.

I withdrew my hand, and the lines were fully formed, glowing faintly red.

Then, the rolling shutter door, which was obviously supposed to be controlled by a machine, made an extremely ear-piercing sound without anyone controlling it.

It was like the friction sound caused by the forced operation of mechanical parts that had never been lubricated.

Immediately afterwards, the door slowly rose up in front of my eyes.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked in slowly.

Like all horror movies, when I entered, the door slammed shut.

It was a dark room, and my flashlight was shining, but it couldn't illuminate anything.The only thing that was shining was the huge red magic circle on the ground.

The pattern is exactly the same as the one that appeared on the door before.

The floor was smooth black tiles, and the footsteps of work boots echoed round and round in the empty room.

I slowly walked towards the magic circle in the center.Getting closer.

When the red light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, I suddenly found that on the opposite side of me, another figure, facing me, was slowly approaching.

Until his face was completely illuminated by the red light.

I stopped.

In this room where the temperature is not too low, I feel that my spine is slowly forming ice from bottom to top.The shivering chill spread across my body in an instant.

I can't really look at that person.

Because of my eyes, I couldn't move away from his face.

That face—every time I wash up in front of the mirror, I can see the face when I look up!

And when I stopped, "he" also stopped.

The short golden-brown hair, the green eyes, the khaki overalls that I accidentally bought one size too big... everything that appeared on "him" is so familiar to me.However, this familiarity does not bring me the slightest reassurance.

The only difference in this copy of me is that he smiles.

Yes, it's not the same nervous expression as mine, he smiled, but he laughed lifelessly.

I squeezed my fists, which were already completely wet with sweat, and clenched the stick tightly, preparing to give "him" a hit if something went wrong, and I would beat him up first.As expected, as soon as I started to walk forward, he took steps at the same time.

I'm not sure if this is a living person or not.Maybe it's just a monster with the same skin as me.

The phone didn't make any sound either.The system fell silent.

The center of "our" circle stood together face to face.

Even the sound of footsteps stopping was so consistent.At first, I thought that "his" actions should be completely mirror images of mine, but I didn't expect that "he" raised his hand at the next moment, and raised his palm towards me.

This, what kind of puzzle is this?

At such a close distance, I was stared numb by the exact same self.

Could it be that this time I will be the one to maintain the mirror image operation?

Right now, in order to get out, any attempt is worthwhile.

With this thought in mind, I carefully raised my right hand, and slowly, put it together with "his" raised right hand.

When the two hands were fully closed, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.He opened his mouth and opened it wider and wider, so that his face was distorted, as if he wanted to scream desperately, but his throat was choked and he couldn't scream.

I'd rather he scream.

Because so far, there is still silence in my ears.

Then, flames burst out of his body, as if the cruel criminal law of the dark middle ages burned all over his body, engulfing the entire room in the flames.