There are noisy snowflakes on the phone screen, and the picture looks dull and blurry, like an old tape that is being played.

The man in the suit and leather shoes was racing on a rainy night, the roaring engine drowned out the sound of the heavy object falling to the ground, the wheels jolted, the man laughed wildly, and he ran over excitedly instead of stopping.

The wheels crushed the bones, and dark red blood splattered on the body, which was soon washed away by the pouring rain, leaving only a puddle of dark red flesh blurred in the rainy night.

In the next second, the picture turned, and the man was running wildly on the road, his suit was old and dirty, his hair was messy on his face, nervously guarding his surroundings, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of horror and embarrassment.

The roar of the engine chased unhurriedly behind him, and the man's teeth chattered in fear, and he looked back to see a puddle of something squirming on the ground in the darkness behind him.

The man's eyes widened, and he ran as fast as he could, but no matter where he hid, the sound of the engine and the puddle of things followed him like maggots.

The rain was pouring down, and the man knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but in exchange for the familiar roar exploding in his ears, a speeding luxury car ran over him.

The images on the screen did not stop because of the man's death.

After a brief period of darkness, in a narrow dark alley, the figure of a man gradually became clear.

He staggered as he staggered with his bottle in his arms, stopping at the end of the alley, rolling down the steps and banging on the door.

The sound was deafening, and those who listened in the silence of the night were terrified.

The door didn't move, and the man was furious, and he stood up and kicked it out. The old-fashioned wooden door was overwhelmed and crumbled with a tooth-aching sound.

The man kicked again, and the wooden door was overwhelmed and fell to the ground.

In the dimly lit room, the thin little boy curled up in the corner, raised his eyes from the crook of his arm, and watched the man shiver.

The man staggered up, cursing and swearing, grabbed the little boy's head and slammed it against the wall, again and again, the blood stained the wall red, and the little boy's struggling and waving arms gradually drooped.

The scene turns, one of the man's feet is chained to an iron post, there is a machete next to him, and a huge transparent container hangs above the man's head, and a moth accidentally falls into the liquid and turns into blood in the blink of an eye.

It's sulfuric acid! The man swallowed, the container kept tilting, and he struggled desperately. But the chains were so strong that he couldn't climb out of the container anyway, unless......

The man's gaze turned to the knife beside him, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he kept swallowing saliva, and after a struggle, he trembled and picked up the knife and slashed at his leg.

The blade was blunt and stuck in the bones and could not be pulled out, and the man screamed in pain, his voice speeding up the tilt of the container, clanging......

The screen suddenly dimmed, and the next second it lit up again.

This time it was a pair of white, slender hands, typing out comments on the keyboard, all vicious and disgusting words.

- You don't look in the mirror, and you're embarrassed to go out like this? It's so ugly to my eyes, why don't you die?

——Watching two big men cpy all day long, is it disgusting?

- If you want me to see that he deserves it! It's a waste of resources to live, how can you not die?

The picture ends abruptly here, and the blood-colored text emerges, with weirdness and horror.

[Welcome to the dungeon "Horror Live Room".] 】

[Those who owe debts always have to be repaid.] 】

[Once you are in debt, you will be selected by the horror live broadcast, and thousands of viewers will witness your death. 】

[Mission: Survive for seven days or find the owner of the horror room.] 】

[Friendly reminder: Each person only has one chance to identify, once the identification is wrong, something bad will happen~]

……

On an invisible light screen, the picture is exactly the same as the third clip that was played on the phone just now, only this time the picture is no longer dim, and it looks like a normal live broadcast.

The audience watching the screen began to get excited when they saw this, and words began to flash on the screen.

[This time it's a keyboard warrior? 】

[If your life is not satisfactory, you wantonly hurt others on the Internet, like a rat in a stinky gutter, you really deserve to die. 】

[What is the way to die this time?] I guess he was eaten by rats, which is very consistent with his identity. 】

This sentence seems to have detonated the barrage, and the barrage in the live broadcast room began to frantically brush the way to die, and the strings of words looked cold and ruthless.

[I think it's better to be dismembered, how beautiful that picture is.] 】

[I think it's better to cut off his typing hands and let him die of bleeding himself.] 】

The barrage was all about the death of the owner of the comment, and no one felt too cruel, as if it was a normal thing, which was chilling.

……

Ruan Qing sat at the computer desk with his head down, letting his excessively long hair block his expression, and he looked at the prompt message on his phone about the copy and did not speak.

He'd never met anyone more unlucky than him, and he was chosen by a horror game to become a special player who had to play as an NPC.

It's not a key NPC, nor a boss-level villain NPC, but an NPC that is marked for death at the beginning of the game, just waiting for death to give warnings and clues to other players.

Other players may still be able to survive by surviving, but he is the unlucky guy who is targeted by the boss as soon as he comes up.

If you're not careful, you might not survive the first day.

Like now.

This is the first copy he has participated in, and he has already been selected by the horror live broadcast room as soon as he came in.

Became the cosplayer of the keyboard warrior NPC who has been selected as the next target in the horror live broadcast room.

In other words, he will be the next to die.

If he can't find a way out, his quest will start and end immediately.

Even if it doesn't matter, what's worse is that this copy reads the data of your own body.

And Ruan Qing's original body has become sick and weak because of his perennial illness, and he will not be able to breathe even if he runs for ten minutes.

If he encounters a chase-and-kill death like the first video, he will be killed in the first second.

Ruan Qing asked in his mind about the game system that had just told him everything, and his voice did not panic in the slightest because of this hellish start, but was cold and indifferent, [What will happen if I die in the dungeon? 】

The sound of the game system has no temperature, as if it is just an emotionless intelligence, [lose your memory and become a real NPC in the dungeon, trapped in the dungeon forever.] 】

Ruan Qing was silent.

Lost your memory......

Once a person loses his memory, can he still be regarded as a person before him?

In Ruan Qing's opinion, it can't.

That's good.

Ruan Qing put away his legs and curled up on the chair, hugged his knees with both hands, lowered his head, and slowly closed his eyes.

The young man in the chair was a little out of place in this dilapidated room, the young man's hair was too long, he looked very gloomy, his body was a little slender, and such a curled up made people inexplicably feel a little pity, and people couldn't help but look at him.

But no matter how eye-catching this picture looks, it is obviously a gesture of waiting for death.

System:......

The system reminds that anything is possible in the game, as long as you clear enough dungeons, you can get what you want. 】

The boy in the chair didn't move, as if he hadn't heard.

Obviously, he refuses to cooperate and just wants to die quietly.

The system was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke again, [Although it has been erased, it is occasionally remembered. 】

Ruan Qing, who was already ready to die: "......"

Ruan Qing is not afraid of death, nor is he afraid of losing his memory.

He was afraid that he would lose his memory and remember everything again.

It would be a disaster.

It's all because of his physique.

Ruan Qing's physique is very weird, and no matter where he is, he will attract the attention of some perverts and paranoids.

He's afraid that he won't have memories and provoke a bunch of perverts, so if he can't remember, forget it, after all, he is no longer him without memory, and it doesn't matter how he is treated.

But if that reminds him......

Ruan Qing thought about that picture, and his scalp was already numb.

Absolutely not to die.

At least not to die in a dungeon.

But now it is almost certain to die.

He will never survive for seven days after being selected by the horror live broadcast room, and it will take time to identify the owner of the horror live broadcast room.

What Ruan Qing lacks most now is time.

Because he didn't know when his death would come.

Ruan Qing ignored the discomfort coming from his stomach, he didn't raise his head rashly, just glanced around with his peripheral vision.

This room is a little shabby, only about a dozen square meters, and there is no furniture in the room, only a bed next to him and a table and chair with a computer.

The bed is made of wooden planks, and the table is made of wood, which can be pushed apart with great strength.

If someone breaks down the door, there's nothing to buy him a little time.

It is even more impossible for Ruan Qing to consider the toilet, the toilet does not have any windows and exits, once you enter the toilet, there is no possibility of escape, you can only wait for death.

"Bang Bang Bang !!" A loud knock broke the silence suddenly.

Ruan Qing raised his head in fright, revealing a pair of watery eyes and a face so beautiful that the world seemed to be instantly dimmed, and he looked back sharply at the door not far behind him.

It was the door of his room that was knocked.

Ruan Qing bit his lower lip, and his pale lips were dyed a little red by his bite, as if the ink color of the painting was infused with gorgeous peach blossoms.

Is it coming so fast......

And the live broadcast room that was still brushing Ruan Qing's various ways to die just now seemed to be directly stuck at the moment when the beauty looked up, and those cruel and ruthless words just now disappeared, replaced by a strange silence.

After two or three seconds, a few sporadic stripes flashed.

[I don't think he sins to death, isn't he just scolding a person? There is no shortage of meat, why is it so trivial? (whispering)]

[I feel the same way, I don't think he's a bad guy.] (whispering)]

These two sentences made the barrage go crazy again in an instant.

【？？？ 】

【？？？ What's that? 】

[What's the matter with you?] Doesn't he just look better!? Haven't you heard that people are not allowed to look good? Does it have anything to do with the fact that he is not a good thing? 】

【…… Facts aside, do you really think it's just a little better? 】

[Keyboard warriors should die!] No matter how good-looking it is, it's ugly! 】

The barrage quarreled directly, and most of the audience was still brushing Ruan Qing to die, and the small number of viewers who were bewitched by their appearance gradually fell silent because the number was too small.

And all this has nothing to do with Ruan Qing, and the knock on the door sounded again.

And it seems that because no one opened the door, it became a little hurried, as if it was about to break in the next second.

The barrage was brought back by the knock on the door, and the audience once again began to brush up on various ways to die, and some viewers even opened a gambling game.

All the viewers in the live broadcast room looked at the screen, excitedly looking forward to the next development.