【Debugging equipment】

【Database Retrieval Scenario】

[Scene No. 002]

【Reading】

【Ready to enter the scene】

【Read Successful】

[Enter the most fearful scene in the depths of 002]

Zhang Shaojun opened his eyes, and it was the same scene as before. The difference between the pen and the fun and the www.biquge.info pavilion is that this time he has no control over his body, and can only turn his head to see a limited number of images.

He glanced at the top right corner, and the current value of the shock index was 35.

It seems that the horror movie has ended, and now it is time to enter the scene that scares me the most?

What would be my worst fear?

Zhang Shaojun's body moved, and he looked around, this should be a bedroom. The clock ticking by the bedside was ticking, and it was one o'clock in the morning.

He went into the kitchen, put on his apron, picked up a kitchen knife, and finally went to the bathroom.

There was a woman tied up in the bathroom with her mouth taped together. She was already asleep, and she was awakened instantly when she heard his footsteps.

She babbled and stepped back helplessly. She seemed to be begging for mercy, and it was as if she was talking about something, but she couldn't hear it because her mouth was closed.

The mirror in the bathroom reflected Zhang Shaojun's unusually serious side face, very indifferent, without any trace of emotion exposed.

He looked at the woman in front of him, tightened his left fist, and slowly raised the knife in his right hand.

The woman looked at the white blade in horror, and shook her head with a sad face. Because of the tape sticking to her mouth, she could only babble out of her mouth.

With a knife, red blood splattered, and the field of vision was stained with a layer of crimson. He wiped the blood with his left hand, trembled a few times with his right hand, and raised the kitchen knife aloft again.

[Scare index 208]

The second knife then fell, and a large hole was made in the woman's abdomen, and blood gushed out like a fountain, mixed with the woman's sobs.

The third knife, this time he didn't hesitate, aimed at the carotid artery, and the woman was silent.

Am I a murderer?

He didn't stop at all, and continued to wave the knife in his hand.

[Scare Factor: 267]

The sound of a kitchen knife cutting into skin was intermittent, followed by the crunch of bones being chopped, the sound of plastic bags being tied up, and finally the murmur of water dripping on the ground.

The woman's body was divided into dozens of pieces by him, packed in bags, and put into a large suitcase.

He changed into clean clothes, packed his suitcase, and drove out.

He listened to CDs and hummed songs as if nothing had happened before.

Today is a new day, and the moon is hiding in fear.

He came to a wilderness, found a vacant lot, and dug up with a shovel he had prepared.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and he dug up more and more earth.

A deep pit was dug out, and he buried the suitcase.

Leave the wilderness behind, drive to another city.

This is a city that he is very unfamiliar with, with bright lights and glitz.

He did the most menial jobs, paid a pittance, and lived in a cramped rental house. The greatest pleasure now is to light a cigarette and look out the window.

The life of the fugitive is so bitter, monotonous, boring, and fearful all day long.

Even living this life of exile does not show any sign of repentance.

After being on the run for a long time, I became accustomed to this kind of life.

Since then, he has two more things to fear most, the time when he is alone, and when the alarm bell rings.

One night, he was alone in a small room, smoking as usual.

There was a gust of wind behind him, and a pale woman was crying.

A chill ran down his spine, and he looked back to see the woman he had killed appearing behind him dressed in white.

The woman in white whispered, "Give me back my life, give me back my life, give me back my life......"

[Scare Factor: 330]

The woman in white's face was mutilated, and dark red blood was spilling from her nostrils, eyes, ears, etc., and she kept approaching him.

[Scare Factor: 360]

"Ah, don't come, don't come."

He rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife.

She appeared behind him.

"Don't come here, I'll cut it if I come over again!" He feigned composure.

The woman smirked and walked towards him.

"Ah......h

Immediately afterward, he threw the contents of the house at the woman. Stools, basins, glass jars, the sound of "clang" and "bang" objects falling to the ground is endless.

He huddled in the corner, his eyes fixed on the corner, not daring to look out.

The time passed from night to morning, and the light of day filled the room. He woke up from his huddled corner, and the room was already in shambles.

He picked up a broom from the corner and cleaned up the pieces of objects scattered on the ground.

Wash, change clothes, walk to work.

During this period of escape, he developed the habit of wearing hats.

Many police cars passed by him today, and he reached out to pull the brim of his hat and walked with his head down.

When he came to the company, he put down his belongings, and the cold handcuffs appeared in view, along with several policemen.

He's caught!

He confessed to the crime, went to court, and then went to prison.

He took his toothbrush head and drew the word "positive" on the prison floor, counting the time he had left.

On this day, as soon as the word "zheng" on the ground was five, the prison guard walked up to his cell, put handcuffs and anklets on him, and brought him out.

Today is the day of execution!

On the way to the execution room, he only looked at the ground and never looked up.

The police officer fixed him on the injection table, and the executive inserted a needle into his left arm and connected the heart rate monitor.

A chill hit his left arm, and the icy potion flowed into his body.

[Shock Factor: 337]

The ceiling was blurred, and I couldn't lift my head heavily.

[Scare Index: 346]

The eyes kept closing, but they were opened with difficulty.

[Scare Factor: 378]

The field of view narrows and narrows until it is pitch black.

[Scare Factor: 400]

[Congratulations to 002 for getting through his most fearful scene and clearing the game.] 】

【End of screening】

【Please take off the helmet】

Zhang Shaojun took off his helmet, covered his head with his arms, and sat on the massage chair.

After a short rest, he left the room.

He ordered a coffee at the water bar and sat in his chair, frowning deeply.

Am I really a murderer?

If so, I was rescued by the people in the cloister and entered this place.

If not, at the same time as false memories exist, is there a murderer in this corridor whose memories have been erased?

Zhang Shaojun crossed his hands against his chin, pondering possible answers.