"Huhuhuha." With the sharp pain of the brain as if it had been put into it, Cai was covered with cold sweat, and the pain before death made it difficult for him to breathe, so he had to kneel on the ground to rest.

But he still needs something to verify.

He calmed down and looked around carefully, until he saw the bottle in the corner, safe and sound, and the dresser was originally placed by Cai's disrupted items, but it became exactly the same place, as if nothing had happened before.

Everything in the room was restored to the original state in which he had just entered this game.

The Adam's apple rolled, and Cai swallowed a mouthful of saliva deeply, revealing a different kind of emotion in his eyes.

It would not be good for anyone to have their neck twisted alive, but what made Cai wonder was how he died, could it be that the content of the "bottle" brought about some triggers, that is, death behaviors? Or maybe "he" had already come to the room before and killed him.

No longer confused about the knot of the problem, it can be seen that Cai's guess is right, the ten hearts on the template have become nine, and now he still has nine chances.

So he came quickly, and the window mouth looked at the scene below, but there was no previous scene below, the arrogant ghost did not come as expected, and "he" had not yet appeared.

The atmosphere is as quiet as death, Cai is now in a trance, how to act, do you really want to "test your life"?

As if it was completely in line with Cai's inner thoughts, the dialog box suddenly appeared with normal handwriting: It turns out that this is a dream? Or is it a choice? But it doesn't matter, but you have a chance again, and now it's the second time! Fear haunts your eyes.

I touched the mirror, but it didn't trigger the prompt like before.

Cai touched the stubble on his chin, it seems that the dialog box and template are like the progress of the scheduled archive, but as an experiencer of the game, after death, the game needs to be replayed.

He lowered his head and began to try to see what details were on the ground around him, and suddenly, the shadow of the ground caught his attention, and some mischievous strands of hair, piled up in a mess under the bed.

"Interesting." With a sneer, Cai's eyes narrowed slightly, grabbed a handful of hair by his nose, sniffed deeply, and used his fingers to carefully rub the hair, which was very rough but even messy, to use an exact analogy, like the hair in a barbershop, a big warehouse.

"Tut-tut, with so much hair, this girl's taste is a bit heavy." Smiling playfully, Cai stood up straight, and the matter was already a bit eyebrow-raised, "a mess of hair", "photos of people who resemble violent incidents", "cosmetics with carved font marks", "so-called horror game ghosts", but they are all strange points of confusion, which makes people a little contradictory.

After a while, Cai found some documents in the bedside cabinet again, but without exception, each information paper at the beginning, about the person in this document, coincidentally, was covered by a thick pigment, and it was completely soaked in dirt.

This kind of thing inevitably reminded Cai of a question, "It seems that it can be avoided, the name of the owner of this room?" ”

Judging by the depth of the penetration, Cai couldn't help but imagine that the paint applied was inky and slimy, and was roughly glued to the documents.

Cai frowned, and shook off the black "paint" that was stuck between his fingers, and it carried an extremely pungent smell.

"Dioxin?" The brain reacted instantly, and the mouth had already subconsciously said.

Cai, who has a wealth of chemical knowledge, immediately realized what this is, referred to as "dioxin", tires and other products, burned out dioxin (dioxin) is a colorless and odorless fat-soluble substance, dioxin is actually an abbreviation, it does not refer to a single substance, but two major classes of organic compounds containing many homogens or isomers that are very similar in structure and properties, The full names are polychlorinated dibenzo-p-dioxins (PCDDs) and polychlorinated dibenzofurans (PCDFs), which are extremely polluting pollutants that can seriously cause regional, neonatal malformations and a series of diseases.

Its appearance made Cai even more anxious, it was really terrible! Pouted, disgusted, wiped it with the tattered and smelly quilt on the bed.

At this point, the dialog box trembled: you've discovered the secret here, search for the "dresser", time is running out!

It seems that this dialog box is a conscious person, constantly typing words, reminding Cai, and at the end, with exclamation points, it makes the atmosphere tense.

It's not an illusion that Cai can feel that someone has been spying on his actions, as if another self is reminding him all the time.

The faint sound of footsteps sounded from outside the door, as if a person was slowly stepping on the stairs, and the crisp sound of stepping on the night spread far and into Cai's ears.

"He" is coming! Cold sweat broke out, Cai thought of that ghost, he was a little panicked, it seemed that he had no combat power at the moment, once he was close, he would definitely die!

Hurry up, flashing this thought, Cai stepped up his search, and an intuition in his heart told himself that there were extremely important clues in this room, and he had not discovered them.

"Papapa" was getting closer and closer to the door of the room, but the footsteps suddenly stopped, Cai held his breath at the same time, did not dare to make a sound, and the movements of his hands also stopped.

The coldness melted down just one door, melting into ice water, freezing the whole world.

"Crunch." The footsteps sounded again, but the place where he was walking was no longer towards Cai's position, missing the room, far away.

Then Cai heard a faint hissing sound of his tongue sticking out, and the footsteps stopped, accompanied by the sound of the door opening, which was beautiful and frightened.

It seems to have gone into the lovely neighbor's territory.

While being scared, he was deeply glad for the sudden good luck, but at the moment when the footsteps approached, Cai instantly understood that the source of the footsteps was not the thing that looked at him before!

At this time, the dialog box is anxiously popping up with bright red words (with a hint of warning): the night is slowly getting longer, "they are all back"!

The sentence "The night becomes longer" made Cai's heart chuckle, and it completely opened up a line of thought.

Because, after he died, when he started again, although everything had not changed, the action of lying on the ground and searching also found that under the moonlight, the projection of the window changed, which meant that the moon also slowly moved upward.

"Aha, it's really a brain-burning, game that doesn't understand the rules, it's a complete novice going to hell." After a short period of distraction, Cai's pupils narrowed, his eyes already exuded a unique provocation, and the corners of his mouth rose wildly, but it was such an interesting thing that could give him a little challenge.

At present, it can be concluded that the "dialog box" is not only reminding Cai, it seems that the people behind it are also on the same front as Cai, and they are all "players" participating in the game.

Just when Cai decided to follow the instructions of the dialog box and open the cabinet inside, he found that the cabinet door, which was obviously not locked, had just been pulled out by him A large gap.

Before I could see clearly, inside the dark cabinet, the pale fingers suddenly stretched out, its narrow and deep bones, with an incredible strange force, directly brought the door back.

In the face of such a strange and unknown intervention, it seems that there is an ulterior secret behind this horror game.

Cai helplessly held his cheeks, sighed a little lonely, and said in a natural tone: "It seems that this little girl doesn't plan to mind anything with me." I'll just say, compared to the cute young woman, it's really a nasty girl. ”

Strangely, the dialog box doesn't pop up anymore as if it's dead.

So in this case, Cai is the lady's pink backpack that neatly swept away the desk, he shouldn't be staying here, the venue that has lost its value is now full of danger.

Let's not talk about that for the time being, I said with a smile: I want to come into your room in the middle of the night to do something, or this pervert who likes to visit at home at night, Cai expressed deep helplessness: I am only very irritable about this, and I only blame me for being too popular.

"Crunch", the door of the room was heavily pierced through a hole, strands of hair, lifefully crawling on the wooden board, wrapped around the handle, unscrewed, the shadow outside, hissing tongue out, like a match-like slender hand, pushed open the door.

The door opened, but the eyes were empty, blurred shadows, and the hair squirmed like a life on the soles of the feet, driving "her" to the room step by step, the hair stretched and probed in, like water pulled out, and the black hair spread to every corner, until it stayed in the empty frame of the window.

The shadow slowly came to the window, and a lipstick was drawn on the blurred frosted glass, with a big smile, with a sentence, as for why a sentence, that bad taste guy, I was afraid that he had done useless work.

"Don't vent your anger to others."

The shadow tilted its head, and suddenly "she" spat out her long tongue, shattering the glass and letting out an angry roar.

The tongue was covered with mucus, but it was not scratched by the glass, and the moment the tongue spit out, the hair that covered it was carried up by the cold wind, revealing the big red teeth of the mouth, and it was covered with muddy yellow filth.

With a small body supporting a huge head, pale and swollen lips, fragrant flesh dripping from the corners, and a piece of flesh with eyeballs still stuffed between "her" teeth, it seemed that this lady had just eaten satisfactorily.

It's really murderous, uh, cutie?

"Woohoo." Looking at the big smiling face left by the lipstick, for some reason, "she" walked to the dresser, lay on it, convulsed and cried, her hair curled up and was thrown on the ground at random, lipstick.

She was facing the cracked mirror, slowly, very carefully, painted on her lips, with her narrow and hollow features, and the thick black tears flowing from her eyes, drawing a glamorous new makeup.

"She" cracked the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, and her hair spread out.

He whispered in a low voice: "I love you, Xiao Mo, no matter what you do to me, I came to you." ”