In a small dimly lit house, under the impact of a wave of dizziness and nausea, Feng Du opened his eyes.

Because my mind is still a little trance-like, the first scene that catches my eye is the world of alternating colors of red and black.

"Ahem...... "Ahem" He didn't come to his senses until a fishy and rotting smell poured into his nose, causing his respiratory organs to cough due to sensitivity.

And the surrounding environment has also changed from a world of colors to a mortuary full of dead people's corpses illuminated by a faint red light.

It is a small room of only a dozen square meters, closed on all sides by steel blocks, and the only door is also made of steel plates.

The ceiling was covered with a large number of corpses in the room. Most of the corpses were skinned or had their limbs cut off and hung upside down from the ceiling.

Due to the reason that it has been hanging for too long, it is already overgrown with maggots.

The height of the room is only more than three meters, and it is basically impossible for a normal person to stand up and walk in it.

"Are you still here......" As a wind decision who was brought to the morgue from the normal environment, he saw the scene in front of him, but he did not show the slightest surprise.

His respiratory organs also get used to the smell very quickly.

Then, he calmly withdrew his gaze, took off the extra backpack on his back and fumbled.

And when he groped, he no longer paid any attention to his surroundings, as if he was not a comer at all.

"Heh, my phone is gone. What do slips of paper and emergency lights mean? Do you want to play a survival game with me? After digging into his backpack for a short while, he had an extra note and an emergency light in his hand. Since the contents of the backpack did not match what he remembered, he muttered to himself.

But he didn't spend any more time trying to figure out what was going on, and once he found something that could illuminate, he took a look around.

"There are enough corpses for a morgue. If this is still the world I know, this situation can happen, and it can't happen in my own country," he saw his surroundings clearly, and then began to analyze it in his mind, "Could it be the dark web?" ”

He did his best to make the problem logical and realistic, so he thought of a human trafficking organization.

But in the next second, he denied his idea again, because the city he was in, and the method he was taken away did not fit the way the dark web operated.

He was brought out of his own locked house. He shook his head and reluctantly opened the note in his hand and looked at it.

The note reads: "I'm glad you accepted the invitation to the Misty City, and in order to increase your chances of survival, you can choose to swallow the note in front of you as a carrying prompt." Here, you'll play your role and do whatever it takes to survive to the end or die. Hint: His claws are everywhere, like a demon in people's hearts, you can't kill him, the only thing you can do is run away. Now, you have five seconds left to get into character. ”

"It's kind of interesting." After reading this text, Ben said to himself with a blank face, with a hint of excitement on his face.

Then, Feng Jue swallowed the note in front of him.

He was supposed to be a student at a prestigious school, but because he was deeply influenced by some cutting-edge educational concepts, he took a break from school on the pretext that he had a strange personality and special behavior, and used disagreement with his classmates, and now he is living in a rented house, writing novels, and working part-time freelancers.

Its appearance: curly and fluffy hair, medium to thin build, about 1.8 meters tall. Because of its variable facial expressions, it has no specific appearance.

And the reason why he came to the City of Dark Mists originated from the disappearance of his friend Xiao Ling.

Because Feng Du is a person with a relatively strong personality, there are very few people who are willing to approach him, let alone someone who can be his friend.

But Xiao Ling is a special case, he is not only a friend of Feng Du, but also a confidant of Feng Du, in Feng Duan's words, the two of them are Sherlock Holmes and Watson, Marx and Engels.

As a result, finding the whereabouts of friends has become Fengdu's main business.

Because Xiao Ling is a rich second generation, it also caused a lot of sensation at that time.

Therefore, the city mobilized a lot of police to inquire about the matter, and Feng Du, who had some connections with the local police, naturally got involved.

But the effect made Feng Jue very disappointed, and for more than a month, those police, not only did their work efficiency be extremely low, but they also found nothing. After that, they all retreated, and put the matter on hold.

Of course, Feng Never could give up, and after the police strike, he went to work alone.

Whether it was a police station, a black market, or the dark web, it took him nearly half a year to finally find some vague information and find an anonymous letter left behind after he disappeared.

The second reason for this is from this anonymous letter.

The first half of this letter is about some strange things, and the second half is a record of the whereabouts of the missing person after a mysterious event.

The content of his letter is an attractive read for a semi-mystical researcher of Feng Du.

It didn't take him much time to find Xiao Ling's name in the letter, and to his surprise, it not only had Xiao Ling's name on it, but also recorded exactly when and where he disappeared.

And the "City of Dark Mist" mentioned in this letter became Xiao Ling's whereabouts after his disappearance.

But the clue is interrupted here, because the "City of Dark Mist" is a place that does not exist in reality for Wind Duel.

Time, another month passed. Until Feng Jue also felt powerless, he suddenly received an invitation to the "City of Dark Mist".

This time, the letter details the "City of Mist" as a platform where people can become characters in the game, and there is no way to enter it.

The yearning for the mystery to be solved, and the motivation to find the whereabouts of his friend, made him immediately fill in the words to accept the invitation. After that, he was taken from his sealed home to a small room full of corpses.

Therefore, the wind never felt strange and swallowed the note, most of them had an understanding of the "City of Dark Mist", which is the manifestation of this kind.

……

After Feng Jue swallowed the note, an ethereal, solemn male voice sounded in his ears, "Your character is an ordinary survivor, please escape from the morgue within three minutes." ”。

As soon as the sound fell, a roar and a deafening impact sound formed a connection with it.

The steel door vibrated violently under this impact, which shows the great power of the things outside the door.

"There really is something in this world that I don't know......" Feng Jue, who sat in place, did not agree, and continued to observe the surroundings of the room with excited eyes, muttering to himself.

It wasn't until the door was knocked out of a huge dent that he slowly stood up from the ground. And his expression is still calm.

"If I'm not mistaken, the voice in my ears can't be a symptom after swallowing a note, but some kind of implant that was implanted in my brain before I came. According to this hypothesis, there will be two scenarios, one is that I actually entered a game platform called Dark Mist City and became a game character. Second, after this implant entered my brain, my brain was greatly affected, resulting in hallucinations, so what I see now is abnormal things. With that, he looked around and the steel door that had been shaken by the bang.

"I think the first case is the most logical. At least for myself, I'd prefer the first case. He said, still not in a hurry, and continued, "Well, as far as I understand the game, this impact is just a reminder to the player. This means telling the player not to go head-to-head with the owner of such a monster. ”

Based on what Dark Mist City had mentioned before, he reasoned in his mind, "Under normal circumstances, this theory is true, and it is impossible for things behind the door to enter the door in a short time. This is also an important basis for me to determine whether I am "sick" or not. ”

It seems that he has completely put aside the idea of blackmail by criminal groups, kidnapping by mysterious organizations, etc. In other words, he has now believed in the existence of the City of Mist to some extent, and is "gambling" on his brain.

He spoke all the way to a place where the stumps of corpses were piled up.

I don't know if it's as he said, this place is a game world, and after the door was knocked out of a huge dent, there was really a period of relaxation of the impact, that is, a period when the force of the impact decreased.

"Well, at least it proves that my brain is still normal." He muttered silently, he liked to talk to himself when he thought, which seemed to help him think. And he didn't dare to slack off his spirit when he walked to the stump, and began to play with the stump in front of him. Although his expression is calm, he is also a person who can be afraid and afraid. His performance can only be said to be that he is the kind of person who is calmer than the average person. In other words, he is the kind of person who can distinguish between priorities and priorities, and it is better for him to keep himself as sane as possible than panic.

"The meaning of that prompt is that escape should be the next goal. Based on the consistent urine nature of escape rooms, I guess that there must be holes or vents in places where such corpses are accumulated," he rummaged through the stump and recalled some knowledge about escape room techniques, and he was now fully into the role.

Sure enough, he did find a vent cover.

At this time, there was a second violent impact outside the door, and this impact had already slammed the door to tremble.

"I guess one more impact will knock the door open." Feng Jue glanced back at the door, although he already knew the general routine, he didn't dare to slack off, seeing this, he stretched out his hand and began to stir the vent cover in front of him.

But the last thing he wanted to encounter happened...... He found that the vent cover could not be opened.

In order to open this vent cover, I forced the time to move to the time when the third impact was about to hit.

"? Am I thinking in the wrong direction? Is there a hidden mechanism here? Feng Jue, who struggled to pull out the cover, felt a trace of the world's malice towards him, but he had just carefully observed every corner and had already determined that there was no mechanism before he came to look for the cover, this is really impossible to be wrong!

Could it be that this has just come in, the idea is not like this at all, there is no logic at all?

"Bumper bumper!" The impact outside was getting louder and louder, a foreshadowing of a third impact to come.

"Those who go to Nima can't die here!" Feng Jue looked at the door that was about to be breached, and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and then he used the strength of his strength to pick the gap in the vent cover with the fingers of both hands and pulled it out. And under his desperate gamble, the cover was really opened.

It turned out that it was the cover edge that was stuck due to the accumulation of blood carrion for a long time, which made it so difficult to open.

Feng Jue saw that the situation was urgent, and he didn't bother to complain about anything, but as soon as he opened the cover, he got in.

At the same time, a loud pop followed.

I saw that the deformed steel plate door, after receiving the third impact, was instantly knocked away several meters and stuck to the opposite wall.

A tall "man" wearing a white mask, a white cloth draped over his fat belly, and carrying a chainsaw, appeared at the door filled with red mist.

ps: New books for recommendation~~~