"The scene is created and the game starts ......"

Current scenario: Horror Story Meeting

Number of participants in the dungeon: Single

Difficulty: 4 stars (Hell)

Game Mode: RPG

Mission: Collect four horror stories and become a member of the Horror Story Club.

Current Progress: 0/4

A low and gloomy voice sounded in his ears, and a black mist hit, and the scene in front of Su Cheng's eyes was constantly changing like a slide, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

"Hirano-kun, are you okay, why did you suddenly stop talking?"

When Su Cheng's consciousness came to his senses, he found that he was sitting in the back seat of a speeding car, and in the driver's seat in front of him sat ******a middle-aged man with a slightly chubby body.

The middle-aged man was dressed as an office worker, wearing a suit uniform of ordinary fabric, and due to his age, his originally thick hair became as thin as a weed on the side of the road, and his hairline receded several centimeters compared to when he was younger.

"Nothing, just a little sleepy."

Su Cheng was still the first time to enter the role-playing game copy, and he didn't know what the situation was, so he responded cautiously.

"It's been hard work, I've asked Mei Mei to prepare a meal, and I'll come to my house for two drinks."

"Then bother."

Like this kind of supernatural dungeon, if you don't pay attention to what you say wrong, it is easy to trigger the death plot, and when you haven't figured out the game routine, Su Cheng tries to be careful not to expose your identity with too much nonsense.

Through observation, Su Cheng found that his appearance had not changed much, and he was still the same as in the real world, and he hadn't even changed his clothes. But in the eyes of a middle-aged man, he has become a different person.

"Is the system a trick to make the player play the role in the game smoothly?"

Unlike the last copy of [Strange Tales of Doom], this time his dimensional backpack and skills were not sealed by the system, and the props, weapons, and skills in it can be used.

However, he didn't take it lightly, this time the dungeon is a 4-star difficulty, and it is definitely not so easy to clear the level.

"Since it's a role-playing game, the system doesn't even give any hints, does it mean that players are asked to find clues on their own?" What made Su Cheng feel strange was that the only task of the dungeon was to collect horror stories.

However, there is no mention of how to collect horror stories, and it is up to the player to explore it themselves.

"Anyway, let's find out if there are any clues about Hirano-kun's identity."

Taking advantage of the middle-aged man's focus on driving, Su Cheng searched in the car and found a dark coat, a briefcase, and a half-pack of paper Vita lemon tea.

In the pocket of that coat, Su Cheng found a work ID and a smartphone, as well as a black-wrapped Okamoto 001 condom.

It turns out that you are such a Hirano-kun......

The corners of his mouth twitched, he tucked the condom into his pants pocket, then picked up the work card and examined it.

"Hirano Shiroda, male, 23 years old, unmarried, temporary employee of the sales department of Sanyou Group."

After learning the approximate identity of Hirano Shirota, Su Cheng opened his briefcase and took out a document from inside.

There is nothing special about the content on this document, it is nothing more than the company profile of Sanyou Group and some employee information.

Judging from the clues obtained so far, Hirano Shirota should be a newcomer who has just entered the workplace, and the middle-aged man who drove the car is Matsusaka Takao, the sales manager and his immediate boss.

"Takao Matsusaka lives in an upscale apartment in Nerima Ward, Tokyo, and is married with a 6-year-old boy at home."

The strange thing is that the traffic jam in Tokyo should be quite serious at this time, but Su Cheng didn't see a few cars along the way, and even passers-by on the streets were very rare.

Su Cheng opened Hirano Jota's mobile phone and looked through the call logs and text messages inside.

Not long after graduating from Hirano Shirota University, he came to work in Tokyo, and he didn't have many friends on his phone address book other than family and work colleagues. The vast majority of the records in messaging apps are about work.

After browsing the content of the text message, Su Cheng felt that something seemed wrong.

"It's weird, Hirano Jota shouldn't have a girlfriend, what's going on with that condom?"

At this moment, Su Cheng suddenly saw Matsusaka Takao's mouth grinning to the root of his ears, green flesh bumps growing on his face, a pair of huge red eyes occupying one-third of his face, and a wet long tongue sticking out of the exaggerated abyss giant mouth, looking terrifying.

"Demons!"

The terrifying demonic aura spread, Su Cheng's heart sank, and he subconsciously summoned the shadow of the wind from the dimensional backpack, and pressed his palm on the hilt.

"Hirano-kun, are you okay, why are you so surprised. It's here, so if you want to go to the bathroom, be patient for a while. Matsusaka Takao didn't seem to be aware of the abnormality in his body, and said in a normal tone.

Su Cheng was silent for a while, and then reined in his murderous aura.

According to the routine of horror games, at this time, if the player does not know the identity of Takao Matsusaka, I am afraid that he will be attacked by him and trigger the death plot.

In this way, the plot cannot continue.

Su Cheng took a sip of lemon tea, stabilized his mood, and pretended not to see through Matsusaka Takao's true body.

As the night darkens, the terrifying atmosphere spreads, and the story is finally about to get to the point.

About ten minutes later, Matsusaka's car was parked in a parking space for an apartment.

"Mr. Matsusaka, I'm going home so early today."

In the management office downstairs of the apartment, an uncle who looked like a security guard said hello to Matsusaka Takao.

"Mr. Kawahara, it's your turn to be on duty tonight, it's hard work." Matsusaka Takao's wet tongue hung down to the floor and exchanged a few words with the security guard.

"Who is this?"

"Oh, he's a new employee in the company, and he's a guest at home."

Hearing Matsusaka Goufu say this, the security guard nodded to Su Cheng with a smile and walked away.

However, Su Cheng couldn't laugh a little, because this security uncle was a skeleton who didn't know how many years he had been dead. Just now, he clearly saw a black centipede nearly three inches long crawling out of the empty eye socket of the security uncle.

"What's going on, are the residents and caretakers in this apartment ghosts?"

Su Cheng didn't dare to take it lightly, this kind of supernatural dungeon full of monsters and demons was much more difficult than the biochemical zombie dungeon, and it would be cool if he stepped on the red line if he didn't pay attention.

With a nervous mood, he took the elevator with Matsusaka Takao to the door of an apartment on the tenth floor, and before he could take out the key to open the door, the door of the apartment opened from the inside. A mature woman about thirty years old, with a snake spirit face and a plump body, appeared in front of Su Cheng.

Matsusaka Takao's wife, Mei Kuwaya, is not demonized, but when she looks at Hirano Shiroda, there is a touch of charm in her spring-like eyes, and that look seems to want to swallow Hirano Shirota alive.

Feeling this woman's eyes, Su Cheng felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast.

"Mei Mei, is the rice ready? I've been running around with Hirano for a day, and I'm already hungry. Matsusaka Takao took off his coat and handed it to Kuwagu Mei, beckoning Su Cheng to enter the house.

"The soup is boiling in the kitchen, and when the soup is ready, we can eat."

As he spoke, Su Cheng smelled the aroma of broth wafting out of the kitchen, making people's appetite move.

"Hirano-kun, you haven't come to the house for dinner for a long time, and today my sister-in-law made your favorite dumplings." The woman glanced at Su Cheng with all kinds of charm, and the spring in her eyes seemed to overflow.

"Looks like it's not the first time I've been here."

Su Cheng glanced at Matsusaka Takao's green head with a complicated expression, and mourned for him for three seconds in his heart.

If you want to get by in life, you have to be a little green on your head.

Just as Sanggu Yamei turned around, Su Cheng suddenly saw a long black snake tail sticking out from under her apron.

"Hirano-kun, you take a rest in the living room first, and I'll go to the toilet." Matsusaka Takao showed a constipated expression on his toad face, and rushed into the toilet in a hurry.

Sanggu Yamei turned around and walked into the kitchen to continue boiling the soup, leaving Su Cheng alone in the living room.

"This copy is really inexplicable, there is no mission prompt, how is the plot going to proceed?" His gaze swept over the living room, the apartment where the Matsusaka family lived was about 80 square meters, and the living room was very clean and easy to see.

What struck him as strange was that the living room seemed to be a little cleaner and tidy in the past, just like the person who cleaned up the house had a heavy cleanliness fetish.

Su Cheng searched the living room and found no useful clues.

At this time, he noticed a painting hanging on the east wall of the living room, this portrait was made by a master of abstraction, and the content seemed to depict a scene of hell in religion, revealing the spirit of the forest.

What makes him concerned is that this kind of terrifying abstract painting usually does not appear in ordinary houses, otherwise he is afraid that he will be scared half to death when he gets up at night and urinates.

The painting hanging in the living room seems to be something out of order.

However, just as Su Cheng was staring at the painting, he saw a stream of red blood seeping out of the painting, dripping on the floor.

This painting actually bleeds.

After the fright, Su Cheng calmed down and took a closer look, only to find that the blood seemed to be flowing from behind the painting.

"Here comes the clue."

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the living room, Su Cheng took the painting off the wall. Even though Su Cheng had already expected what would happen, he was still taken aback by the scene in front of him.

Fear, like the cold wind of winter, seeped into his bones inch by inch.

On the wall behind this painting, a distorted and terrifying human face is hidden.