Chapter 3 Praise you, it's really praise you (ask to follow~~)
The stairs are old and crumbling when stepped on.
The appearance of no one to maintain it, but there is very little dust.
There are no spider webs or crawlers in the corners.
So......
Is this a lack of detail in the game's setting, or does it mean that it was inhabited by humans not so long ago?
Wooden mortise and tenon structure, but unexpectedly tall.
The two women remained on the second and third floors.
Ji Baizhi stopped on the fourth floor.
When Chen Jing went up to the fifth floor, there was still a way to continue to the upper floor.
Knock Knock –
He raised his hand and knocked on the wooden railing a few times: "Is anyone there?" ”
"No one?"
"If you don't answer, you should acquiesce, uncle, I'm coming in."
The silence is deep.
In the pitch black, there was only an unexpected sound of ping-pong downstairs.
He surveyed the environment.
Long, deep corridors spilled out from the staircase, plunging straight into the darkness.
The dog-gnawed, bald, and broken carpet, like a lingering branch, connects the two sides of the cross-opposite entrance door.
There is still a blurred handwriting on the door, which has been smoothed out by the years.
Chen Jing cautiously pushed open the door closest to him.
Crunch –
Shaking and screeching, squeaking and rolling in the ear canal.
The sour, tattered smell rushed to his face, choking him and exiting the door, covering his mouth and nose, but the smell still pierced his nose, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times, and his ribs ached.
This sensory simulation is too realistic......
You don't have to.
While it's fun to be able to take off your pants in the game, when it comes to, it suddenly becomes disgusting.
When he was familiar with the smell, he walked in.
It's darker in the house.
This made him subconsciously grope around the walls.
Wait a minute......
How could there be electric lights in a Xianxia world.
Thinking so, his hand touched a bulge and pressed it down with a slight force.
"Buzzing".
A dim, yellow light came out and sprinkled down all over the room.
Chen Jing looked up at the light source, and the irregular yellow stone that fell in the center of the room.
Also, it's the game.
In the end, it still doesn't cause unnecessary trouble to the player.
The house is not big.
The entrance hall is cramped and narrow, connecting the bedroom and bathroom.
Just like the smell that came out of the door, it was dirty and sloppy inside.
There was garbage strewn around the ground. There are broken wood and iron; There are also tattered garments, which are painstakingly woven into nets and cords; There are also foods that are not completely rotten, but have been wrapped in foul-smelling, white-haired food.
The bed was the only one that looked reasonably clean.
However, the bedding is also stained with dirt that may be dark or light in color.
He pulled out a stick and poked and rummaged through it.
The traces of human life are obvious.
But aside from the garbage, only a few pieces of coarse paper dug under the pillow were useful.
There are some words written on it.
"Two hundred and thirty-seven."
"Two hundred and fifty-two."
"Two hundred and fifty-five."
"One hundred and fifty-five."
......
Pages and rows are densely packed with such numbers.
The largest is more than three hundred, and the least even falls below one hundred.
Chen Jing calculated for a long time, not equal difference or equal proportion, racking the only remaining mathematical knowledge in his brain, and could not build a function line.
I can't find a pattern for the time being.
He took his things into his arms, made sure that he had missed nothing in this room, and ran to the second room.
It's not much different from the previous one, it's also full of garbage.
It's just dirtier, densely packed with sesame-like maggots with white spots wriggling in the crevices.
Chen Jing wrinkled his scalp and hurriedly turned it over with a stick.
Darkness hides most of the space.
The hallway was longer than he thought, and there were more rooms than he thought.
After turning a few corners and reaching the end, twenty-three rooms had been explored, and only the last one remained.
The size is comparable to some budget mid-sized hotels.
But more rooms doesn't mean more gains.
This broken game seems to be on the tip of the "realism", and the fully interactive and destructible scene modeling is certainly gratifying, but it doesn't give any information at all, which is too unfriendly to players.
Bad review!
Chen Jing searched all the way, and all he found was a rusty mottled machete, and the handle of the knife was temporarily tied to him.
A torch, which he also tied himself, was originally intended to pry off the glowing stone above the head of the house, and it was indeed possible, but the hoop was so dead that he couldn't cut it down without tools. It's not good to hang in the air, try a few times, but have no choice but to give up.
When I found the source of fire in the seventh room, I made a simple one.
and some coarse paper with numbers also written on them.
These things of unknown meaning are not available in every room. There is a rule to follow, the cleaner and cleaner the room, the more likely it is that these papers will exist, and the more sloppy and dirty the room, the less likely it is.
Push the last door open.
Expertly plastered the wall with a light touch.
The lights weren't on.
Chen Jing sighed in his heart.
The last room, triggered the plot?
Grunt, something rolled from behind and hit his feet.
He looked down and pressed the torch.
It was a pale head, with a broken neck whitish, and its flesh was rotting and gnawed by maggots.
His eyes were wide open, the corners of his mouth were twisted to the base of his ears, and his smile was exaggerated.
Cardiac arrest.
What the hell!
False propaganda, right, a good role-playing game, leaning on horror adventures?
Report it!
If you don't give some rare skins and rare props, you can't get through this matter.
Chen Jing kicked his head, and the thick slurry burst out.
It has become a giant.
Holding back the nausea, he turned his head away and walked into the house with a torch.
It's unusual inside.
When the light hit, he couldn't help but stop.
From the end of the entrance, there were corpses standing densely packed, and the reason why they were so sure was because they were all missing heads.
Tall, short, fat and thin, all standing in the same posture.
Put your hands together, your forearms cling, your elbows bent at right angles, and raised above your neck.
Under the light of the glittering yellow fire, there was an unexpected sense of holiness and neatness.
Grunt.
Chen Jing swallowed.
Raise the torch and jerk your head up.
Heads, hair tied up, hanging from the ceiling.
They were all the same as the first head, their eyes wide and grinning to the base of their ears.
They seemed to laugh out loud.
"Giggle", crisp and refreshing, and endless.
It rings in my ears.
Crunch –
The door slammed shut.
Ground floor hall.
Yu Tonghui collected a lot of broken wood and lit a bonfire.
Bright and warm.
Ji Baizhi jumped down the stairs, his face pale.
"Senior Brother Ji, are you back?" Jiang Que greeted warmly.
Ji Baizhi let out a long breath, walked quickly, sat down by the bonfire, and looked at him: "Brother Universe hasn't come back yet?" ”
"I heard you seem to have fallen upstairs, what happened?" Yu really asked casually.
Ji Baizhi's expression was complicated: "When I was searching for the first room, I heard Brother Universe shouting, saying something that no one had. ”
"Frightened, unaware of tripping."
Jiang Qi'er held her breath and spit out from her mouth in a daze: "He really doesn't play cards according to common sense." ”
"You say, 'Is that really his name?' Yu Tonghui poked the bonfire, and the flame tongue was a few feet high.
Yu Zhen shook his head: "It shouldn't be." ”
"The four directions are said to be the universe, and the past and the present are said to be the universe, and the 'cosmic thunderbolt is invincible' should be a nickname, just like 'ruthless sword Xue tears' and "ten directions are sad about Tianguang". ”
"As for the Tyrannosaurus warriors......"
Ji Baizhi picked up the conversation: "I heard the senior brothers in the door talk about it, before the barren era, mortals were called warriors who defended their families and the country. ”
"So his real name is Tyrannosaurus?" The river finch swayed, making a summary.
The three nodded affirmatively.
That's right, it must be so!
Tyrannosaurus rex doesn't sound like a personal name yet, but it's much better than that long list.
"What do you think of him?" Yu Zhen nodded and asked.
"Out of tune, frivolous!" Yu Tonghui gritted his teeth, "If you come up, you will expose people." ”
Ji Baizhi thought thoughtfully: "I think he has a pure heart, he doesn't know the world, and his heart is straighter, but he has no malice." ”
Jiang Queer held her head: "People are quite good-looking, but their brains feel ......"
She was talking.
Suddenly, someone interjected: "The second half of the sentence is withdrawn, the first half of the sentence is still very pertinent, I like it." ”
The four were taken aback.
Jiang Que jumped to her feet and stared behind her in horror.
Chen Jing was carrying a big burden on his back, so he sat there lightly.
Jiang Que was throbbing, her voice was trembling, her cheeks were hot, and two clouds were burning: "You, how did you appear!" ”
"What does it mean to appear?" Chen Jing untied the burden and put it down.
Jiang Qi'er took a deep breath and calmed down a lot: "When did you come back?" ”
"When Xiao Zhengtai said I was frivolous." Chen Jing replied seriously.
Yu Tonghui was ashamed and annoyed, and lowered his head: "Brother Tyrannosaurus, I, well, I didn't mean that, I wanted to say ......"
"Oops, it's fine." Chen Jing waved his hand, "I am a frivolous man, your evaluation is very pertinent, praise you for your discernment." ”
Yu Tonghui buried her head even lower.
The simple morality of young people.
Let him secretly speak ill of people behind his back, and in front of the fact that he was overheard by the main owner, he wanted to dig a pit and bury himself.