Chapter 391 The range of the dungeon you are in is less than 100 meters

Playing first-person horror games for a long time always makes people feel dizzy.

Fortunately, it is still evening in the game, so the light is slightly brighter.

At this time, Gu Mian is controlling the protagonist standing on a dilapidated street.

This is a village next to a cliff. This village is one of the largest, somewhat like a medieval Western style.

Half-collapsed buildings can be seen everywhere, and the collapse is very artistic.

The village looks like it has been abandoned for many years, with no one living there.

Gu Mian said to himself while controlling the character to explore the terrain: "Perhaps others have entered the dark room and controlled the game characters like me?"

Be more bold in your ideas. If so...

Gu Mian looked at the computer screen in front of him.

Because it was a first-person perspective, there were only scattered streets in front of him.

"Maybe they have also become characters in the game? It would be difficult if they turned into ghosts..."

At this time, the fat man was anxious in his bookstore Round and round.

Because he found that he could not leave this broken house at all. An invisible barrier blocked him, preventing him from taking a step out.

“It’s really unseen and unheard of!” The fat man could only lie at the gate and watch the sky outside slowly darken.

The world outside the door is so broad and free, but he can't take a step out!

The fat man wanted to curse in a hurry: "What kind of dungeon would make players stare at each other in a broken house without taking a step forward?"

Remembering that the death protection mechanism of the dungeon had disappeared, he He couldn't help but become more worried: "I wonder how the doctor and the others are doing now..."

At this time, the fat man had already turned on the switch of the chandelier. The chandelier was always swayed by the wind outside, which made the fat man feel panicked. .

He looked at the desk phone on the table, but there was no number at all. Even if he pressed the replay button, there was nothing.

But there must be a way to leave this place, right?

Thinking of this, the fat man looked at the old bookshelves in front of him.

How about starting with these books? What if there is a magic spell in any book that can leave this broken house?

While thinking, he raised his feet and took a few steps towards the bookshelf.

But at this moment, a familiar and strange voice suddenly came from behind: "Hello, I'm here to return the book."

The fat man stiffened his neck and looked back at the door.

I saw a woman standing there in front of the open door. I don’t know when.

She looked haggard and withered, and held a book in her thin hand and handed it over.

This scene strangely overlapped with the scene he saw not long ago.

If it hadn’t been for the darkness outside, Fatty would have almost suspected that he had traveled back in time.

His body stiffened, and he looked at the woman in front of him with an unnatural look on his face: "I remember you... were here just now?"

The woman did not answer, and still stretched out her withered hand, but the fat man did not dare to go up. Answered.

He leaned on the bookshelf behind him and looked at the person in front of him warily.

For a while, both of them stood motionless.

But the silence did not last long. After a few seconds, the strange and sharp sound came from the woman's throat again.

"I'll return the book!"

I saw her body twisting crazily, as if It seemed like he was about to rush in the next second.

The startled fat man quickly ran up and snatched the book from the woman's hand.

After the book in her hand was taken, the woman stopped. The fat man saw her turn around mechanically and walk towards the darkness.

"Damn!" He trembled and looked at the woman's leaving figure, "This place is so fucking weird."

Why did this person repeat the same thing...< br>
Just as the fat man stared in the direction where the woman disappeared and swallowed his saliva, the phone on the table suddenly rang. He turned around in shock.

Who in this copy will call me?

The phone ringing sounded particularly scary in the dark night. The fat man quickly stepped forward and answered the phone without much hesitation.

Then, a familiar voice came out of the microphone: "I am Chu Changge."

Hearing this familiar voice, the fat man suddenly burst into tears: "Brother Chu, Where are you now?”

"I think our situation is the same. Now I am in a bookstore and can't get out; I found two phone numbers without notes on the bookshelf. The first person who answered my call was 007. She is also in a bookstore now. Inside and unable to get out.”

Hearing this, the fat man nodded, although he knew that Chu Changge opposite would not see him: "I am also in the bookstore now, and I can't get out at all. There is a crazy woman who keeps coming to return books."

Opposite Chu Changge paused for a while, and then said: "Did she say that-"

"Hello, I'm here to return the book."

The weird tone penetrated the fat man's ears Here, this sound is particularly biting in the cold night.

He slowly twisted his neck and looked back. Yes, the sound was coming from behind his head.

A skinny woman stood at the door staring ahead meaninglessly, her withered hand raised forward, holding a black book in her hand.

"Hello, I'm here to return the book."

The fat man heard her say it again.

There is a time in the upper right corner of the screen. It is now 7:30 in the evening, and the sky in the game has completely darkened.

Gu Mian took advantage of the previous effort and went into several buildings to look for game clues. Not to mention that although there were no people in this village, there were still many good things.

Gu Mian found a lighter and a page of paper torn from an unknown book.

I also saved several files by the way.

At this time, Gu Mian was using a lighter to illuminate the white paper in his hand. It could be seen that the person who printed the book was very generous. There was only one line of words printed in the middle of the white paper——

"May angels forgive all sins"

Gu Mian stared at this line of text: "Speaking of it, the tone of this copy seems to be somewhat similar to the killing game. I wonder if there will be any touching story in the end. "

Of course, the story is not very important. Gu Mian remembered that there seemed to be a statue of an evil god in the copy of the killing game.

While looking at the words on the white paper on the screen, he said: "It's really unfair. Even the characters in the game have inventory, but I don't."

After Dark , the screen clarity is visibly lowered to the naked eye.

I have to say that this game is very realistic. The dead grass on the hayloft and the rags blown on the fence are swaying in the wind. The bumpy dirt road raises a burst of dust, although it is inaudible. The sound was loud, but Gu Mian felt as if a gust of wind was really blowing towards her.

It is worth mentioning that no ghosts have appeared in the dungeon so far, even on extremely weird nights.

"If other people are really in this game, they should be very safe in this environment without ghosts."

Gu Mian quickly retracted his naive idea, because he saw someone not far away. In the darkness, a tall monster dragging a chain was slowly walking towards this side.

Gu Mian looked at a lighter and a piece of paper in the inventory. There seemed to be nothing comparable to a chainsaw.

He quickly ran away: "I take back what I just said, it would be safer for them not to be in this game...but where are they?"

At this time, the fat man was already in his own room He found two phone numbers on his bookshelf. At this time, he had already ended his conversation with Chu Changge and was talking to 007.

"Three times! That woman has come three times, with the same words and actions every time. Why do you have to repeat the same thing so many times?"

007 on the other side was silent for a while: " The woman also came to me twice, and she repeated the same thing both times, which was to return books... Also, I just used a special item to leave the bookstore, but I couldn't use it."

The fat man was slightly startled: "Here Restrict us from using special items?"

"No," 007's deep voice came, "It's not a restriction, it's just that we can't use it."

She paused when she said this. He seemed to be thinking about how to explain: "I have a special item that can teleport me directly to a position one hundred meters ahead. But when I use this special item, it has a prompt saying that it cannot be used. The reason is..."

007 stopped again.

After a while, Fatty heard her voice coming from the microphone, seeming to be repeating what he saw -

"The range of the copy you are in is less than one hundred meters. ”

There is no third chapter, Gugu is crying

(End of this chapter)