The slender white fingers held the black sketch pen and moved quickly on the sketch paper.
The little monster stared at the sketch paper, and saw a sketch that could be called a "standard character drawing" was quickly drawn on it.
It's the kind of painting that has a front side and a back side, and even has the head, face, and arms separated and wrapped around the front and back sides.
It underestimated this lucky guy. He must have studied painting and had a strong brushstroke.
With just a few strokes, a very specific image of the ghost in front is outlined.
There are even simple text descriptions on each of the decomposed parts.
For example, next to the hand drawn separately, words such as "stiff, cold, pale" are written.
The left side in the center of the picture is the side facing Baili Xin, with her long hair parted on both sides, revealing the middle half of her face.
The sunken eye sockets, dark pupils, shriveled cheeks, and cracked lips were restored almost one to one.
As for the side facing away from Baili Xin, it was drawn simply, with only some details outlined, and the specific clothes and accessories were not drawn in detail.
The sketch pen made a "swish swish" sound on the paper, but the sound disappeared after a while. Baili Xin looked at his work carefully, raised it up and shook it towards the little monster, "How is it? Is it okay?"
The little monster said it didn't want to bother with Baili Xin and flew around twice on the spot.
"Don't be complacent!" The little monster pointed behind Baili Xin with his slender arm, "There's another one behind you!"
"This is behind you, and you can't even touch it. Let's see how you can draw it! Are you going to rely on your imagination?!"
Baili Xin put away his sketchbook after hearing this, and fell into deep thought with his chin pinched: "Yes, you are right, how can I draw if I can't feel it? Do you have any good suggestions?"
The black-haired little monster snorted, "Do you think I'm a sucker? Don't tell me I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you!"
Baili Xin pouted, "I was just asking casually, why are you so angry? You're such a pretty little cutie, and it doesn't look good when you're angry."
The little monster's eyes flickered, and he asked uncertainly: "Do you really think I'm cute?"
Baili Xin's eyes were sincere: "It's true."
The little monster coughed twice. "Actually... I can tell you. Even though you can't see what this ghost looks like, the person behind it can see it, right? Ask the red-haired girl and let her tell you the details. Then you can draw it based on the details."
The young man suddenly realized, and immediately showed gratitude in his eyes, "Yes, why didn't I think of it, thank you for reminding me, you are so kind."
The little monster was stunned for two seconds, then its huge, crystal clear and watery black eyes blinked twice, and then it burst into a crisp laugh: "Haha, hahaha, haha, yes, I am a kind monster, hahahaha."
Da Zhuang said he felt numb.
I was scared when I first heard Baili Xin talking to himself.
His language is all conversational, as if there is a voice communicating with him in a place he can't hear.
It's almost like a haunted place.
Or maybe Baili Xin himself is schizophrenic.
Anyway, when he couldn't hear the other voice, he just felt scared.
But now Baili Xin has been talking all the time, and coupled with the constant walking and the appearance of ghosts, Da Zhuang is now a little numb.
Damn, strange things happen every year, but there are especially many this year.
It’s already so scary, can it be any scarier
As soon as this thought flashed through my mind, the sound of footsteps behind me was already approaching.
The cold touch immediately fell on my shoulders.
Da Zhuang's body tensed up instinctively, and his breathing even stopped.
If the person behind him didn't push him, he wouldn't be able to move forward, and this time the monster behind him didn't push him.
The hand was grabbing his shoulder so coldly, and he could clearly feel the cold touch and even the rough texture through his clothes.
The air fell into deathly silence.
During the long wait, the cold fingers slowly fell behind Dazhuang, and the fingertips slid, and began to write something behind Dazhuang.
…
Baili Xin was lost in thought when he suddenly heard Da Zhuang scream, followed by the sound of Da Zhuang's hurried and flustered footsteps, "Pa pa pa!"
The speed is very fast, almost like running.
After thinking for two seconds, Baili Xin said, "What did the ghost do to you?"
Da Zhuang's heavy breathing could be heard in the darkness. When he saw the red-haired girl in front of him, he quickly patted her. After she left, he held onto the wall with both hands and gasped for breath again, his heart beating uncontrollably.
Hearing Baili Xin's voice, Da Zhuang panted and spoke in a trembling voice: "Just now, this ghost wrote behind me, wrote that it, it was having a lot of fun. At the end of the fourth round, it will take me away."
After saying that, he sat down on the ground dejectedly. Something warm was lingering in his trouser legs. He subconsciously reached out to touch it and his face turned red instantly.
He was actually scared to death.
The little monster's sharp laughter suddenly broke out beside him, and it clapped its slender palms in joy. "Hahaha, I just said that they will leave when they are happy. Once they leave, it means the game is over. When the game ends, if you have not completed all the ghost portraits, you will be stuck in this cycle forever."
"And I just said that they will play at least five cycles. This is the first cycle. There are still four cycles to come. Please hurry up."
The young man raised his head and stared silently into the eyes of the black-haired little monster: "..."
"Tram, tramp, tramp." The footsteps of the red-haired girl sounded in the darkness, drawing the young man's attention from the monster to the place where the dark footsteps occurred.
He just asked Da Zhuang a question.
But the ghost did not imitate Da Zhuang's voice, so it seemed that his guess was correct.
The ghost mentioned above can indeed imitate human voices, but the words it can speak are limited.
-game over.
-yes.
-no.
The most words it has spoken so far are four. If the number of words is too many, it will be unable to speak.
Just like when I asked Da Zhuang what happened just now, only Da Zhuang answered me, and the ghost chose to remain silent.
This is also why when I asked the little monster a question at the beginning, the ghost did not answer me, because there were too many words.
Once you understand this, the rest will be easy.
Although each of them was standing in a corner, at first glance each person's position was far away and the position distribution was clear, but this space was an abandoned, empty space that had not been fully enclosed.
Because of the chaotic sound of the surrounding walls and the interference of the wind outside, it is difficult to identify the source of the sound if the distance is too far.
This is why Mr. Mouse really thought the game was over when the goblin imitated Red Hair's words "Game Over".
One reason was fear. Under the extreme mental tension and fear, he forgot that the red-haired man was right behind her. If he still stood there, how could the red-haired man say it was over
The second is the loss of the ability to distinguish the location of sound.
Under the dual effects, Mr. Mouse stepped into the trap set by the ghost.
Baili Xin pondered for a moment, then spoke to the red-haired man in the darkness: "Red-haired, I need you to help me see what the ghost in front of you looks like. This may help me find Mr. Mouse. You don't have to answer me, just tell me after observing."
In the darkness, the sound of "thump, thump" footsteps paused, and then continued forward.
It was not until the “tap, tap” sound of footsteps was replaced by the “squeak, squeak” sound of the monster’s footsteps that the red-haired man’s slightly trembling voice sounded in the darkness: “I, I started talking.”
"It's very tall." The red-haired man paused in silence. "From where I am, I can only see a black cloak-like figure from behind. His whole body is wrapped in the black cloak."
"It seemed to be sliding as it moved, and there didn't seem to be much up and down."
“That’s all I saw.”
Baili Xin carefully wrote down every word the red-haired man said, "How high is it exactly? When you answer me, say a few more words, at least more than five."
The darkness was silent for a few seconds.
Then the red-haired voice came, "Okay, its height is estimated to be about two meters and two meters tall."
Baili Xin thought for two seconds, then turned the page as the sound of "clicking" gradually approached from behind, and opened the second page of the sketchbook.
The little monster leaned closer to the sketchbook, "Lucky, are you going to start painting now?"
The young man hummed and simply drew an irregular hexagonal outline on the paper. It was hard to tell what it was.
The little monster looked at the young man's sketchbook curiously, wanting to see what he would draw.
But the young man suddenly sighed and closed his sketchbook with some disappointment. "It's so difficult. I still can't draw it. It would be great if I could turn back."
The little monster's eyes flickered. "If you turn back, you will be captured by ghosts. Lucky, are you really going to turn back?"
The young man became increasingly depressed, "No, there will be another chance later, I'll wait and see."
Little monster, "Hehehe, I hope so."
The sound of "swish" footsteps stopped behind Baili Xin.
The cold breath fell on the top of the head and neck again.
Baili Xin stood there silently. Although he did not look back, he could feel a sharp gaze staring at him.
That was the determined look of a hunter seeing his prey; his body even became alert instinctively.
It is sizing itself up, observing itself, and possibly even considering what to do with itself.
but not now.
The rules of the game of Zou Sifang seem to restrict not only humans, but also certain behaviors of these ghosts.
As long as the game is not over, they should not be able to actively attack humans.
This is probably why the ghost in front said that he would take Da Zhuang away after four rounds.
The little monsters' words are only half credible. It is probably not true that they stay here just for fun. As levels of the first game, they should have a certain number of cycles required, and they can only leave after completing those cycles.
Only then can it take Da Zhuang away.
In other words, Da Zhuang is safe now, and as long as he completes the first game within four cycles, Da Zhuang should also benefit.
s419m said that this is a world between the real world and the horror game world, so how did this world come into being
The structure of this world is not closely connected with the real world, and its style is more like that of a horror game world. So can he boldly speculate that this world is a bug in a horror game
Will there be any unexpected surprises here
Just as Baili Xin was thinking about this question, a pair of cold hands suddenly brushed across Baili Xin's neck and reached in front of Baili Xin.
The hands brushed across Baili Xin's neck, and the slender, cold fingers slowly formed a circle along his neck.
Baili Xin lowered his eyes and saw a pair of slender white skeleton hands.
The palms were very big, with slightly crossed fingertips, and they were suspended in the air just outside Baili Xin's neck. If he suddenly tightened his grip, his most vulnerable neck would be strangled by the ghost behind him.
Suddenly, the pair of skeleton arms began to tremble, and the cold breath coming from above became rapid.
Baili Xin's shoulders tensed.
He felt the excitement coming from the ghosts behind him.
It is trembling and shouting out silently.
After a long period of thinking, it finally figured out what to do with itself. It wanted to strangle itself to death with its skeleton hands.
Baili Xin lowered his chin slightly, and his thick eyelashes, as thick as crow feathers, trembled slightly, blocking his suddenly sharp gaze: "..."
The skeleton's hand only stayed on Baili Xin's neck for a moment before it was taken away. Then his shoulder was patted and Baili Xin was pushed out.
The little monster perched beside Baili Xin and laughed happily with its signature laugh. "Congratulations, player, you are truly the lucky one chosen by God. Although you cannot look back, this monster actually took the initiative to expose its hands to you. Do you already have an image of it in your mind?"
"A pair of skeleton hands, so the ghost behind me might be a skeleton hiding under a black cloak." The young man responded to the little monster with a serious expression.
The little monster nodded encouragingly: "Yeah, yeah, that's right, just follow your train of thought and believe in yourself, lucky guy."
The young man seemed to be greatly encouraged. After entering the next corner, he opened his sketchbook and raised the sketch pen under the eager gaze of the little monster.
The tip of the pen was only a few millimeters away from the sketchbook. Just as the tip of the pen was about to fall, the young man raised the pen again and closed the sketchbook.
A flash of disappointment flashed across the little monster's eyes: "Why not draw, lucky guy, you don't have much time left."
The young man felt a little aggrieved: "I don't draw because I don't dare to draw. I'm afraid of making mistakes. I'd better make sure before drawing."
Little Monster: "Hehehe, that's fine, as long as you are happy."
After walking twice more, Baili Xin came to the camera of the live broadcast room again without realizing it.
It was already two o'clock in the morning. They had started walking at 0:15 in the morning and had been walking for almost two hours.
Most of the people in the live broadcast room have left, with only more than a thousand people left in the room.
There are some intermittent words in the barrage.
How does Da Zhuang manage to make his live broadcasts scary, boring and long
Who knows? I’m so sleepy, brothers. Ask him how long he will have to wait.
The handsome guy appeared on the screen again, and I suddenly felt less sleepy and I could hold on for a few more minutes.
When will we enter the next stage? Do we have to walk around all night tonight? Aren’t they tired? In other people’s live broadcast rooms, they are useless, but in Dazhuang’s live broadcast room, they are useless. The supernatural anchor is indeed not an ordinary person.
They were all the usual complaints, even the comments about the ghost's appearance disappeared.
The little monster leaned over to the phone and followed Baili Xin for a while before starting to laugh again. "Oh my, this year's netizens are really unqualified. They don't even give you any hints about the appearance of the ghosts. It's already the second cycle, and there are only three cycles left to the end of the game. Lucky guy, you better hurry up. I quite like you, but I don't want you to fail at the first level."
Baili Xin: “.”
Is this how the term "Drinking Hatred in the Northwest" is used
Baili Xin's eyes fell on the upper right corner of the phone screen. Only 33 battery left.
“Swish, swish, swish.”
These are the footsteps of the ghost ahead.
“Snap, snap, snap.”
This is the sound of Da Zhuang's footsteps.
"Tread, tread, tread."
This is the sound of red-haired footsteps.
“Crack, crack, crack.”
These are the footsteps of ghosts behind me.
The footsteps kept changing and soon came behind him again.
The dark shadow behind him was getting closer and closer. The little monster looked at the young man who was still frowning, and slowly looked forward to the final outcome.
At this moment, the young man suddenly exclaimed "Huh" and raised his eyes curiously at a forty-five degree angle.
Little monster, "What's wrong?"
Baili Xin pointed his finger diagonally above his head and asked, "What is that?"
The ghostly footsteps behind me have stopped.
But the young man's attention was not on the ghost, but on what was in front of him.
This instantly aroused the little monster's curiosity. It flew up and looked around, then landed back in front of Baili Xin. "There's nothing there. What did you see?"
The young man stared into the little monster's eyes, and after a moment he exhaled, "Maybe I was dazzled just now. Sorry for being rude."
As he spoke, he opened his sketchbook, lowered his head and began to draw.
Even though the ghost behind him pushed the young man, he did not stop painting.
He painted as he walked. Seeing obstacles appearing in front of him, the young man stepped over them without even raising his eyelids, as if he had already memorized everything on this road.
The little monster's eyes widened.
A lifelike figure soon appeared in the young man's sketchbook.
The white body was wrapped in the huge cloak.
A skeleton face without flesh and skin, a pair of slender skeleton arms, and a high-end suit worn over the skeleton.
The little monster screamed, "How do you know what it's wearing?! This is impossible! You looked back! You definitely looked back after sending me away, right?! Hahahaha, stupid player, do you think I'm the referee? Do you think it's not a foul if I don't see you?"
"You are totally wrong! You are too clever for your own good. Get ready to be punished. Even I can't save you now!"
The little monster laughed a few times, but the young man was still concentrating on painting.
The so-called punishment has not come yet, and the little monster who has always been a social bull is feeling a little embarrassed.
It put away its smile and looked at Baili Xin in disbelief: "Impossible, this is impossible, why didn't you get punished? You must have peeked, tell me, how did you cheat?! Insidious and cunning human!"
The young man put down the last stroke, ending this sketch.
Then he flipped the sketch paper without hesitation and landed on the next blank page of sketch paper.
A lazy voice sounded in the darkness, "Since you are not the referee, now that I have not been punished, you should also know that I did not commit any foul."
When he said this, he just came to the previous corner. After pushing the ghost in front of him out with force, Baili Xin continued: "But I can draw the shape of the ghost, thanks to you."
Little Monster: "? Thanks to me?"
"Yes, you have a pair of big, round, crystal clear eyes," Baili Xin showed the little monster a harmless smile, "Such beautiful eyes, it would be a pity if they were not used as mirrors."
"I noticed a long time ago that your pupils, like ours, can reflect images."
"But the use of mirrors cannot be separated from light sources. The only place in this room where there is light and where you, me and the ghost can exist at the same time is in front of the phone camera."
"Although the light projected from the phone screen is weak, it is enough to provide light for your bright eyes."
"We have the light source and the mirror. The only thing left is the angle."
"In fact, I noticed your eyes when you first released the game, but you were standing too low at the time, so I couldn't see the whole picture of the tall ghost behind you."
Little Monster: "So you took advantage of my curiosity and made me move to the right position?!"
Baili Xin smiled again: "Yes, thanks to you."
“Ahh!” The little monster was instantly furious. It used its slender arms to tear its own hair like crazy. “You damn human, you actually dared to tease me. Do you think the game is over? I will not let you off easily from now on!”
Baili Xin smiled and lowered his forehead again, "You are right, the game is not over yet."
"Because there is a third ghost."
little monster:"?!"
Shit, he even figured this out
When did he find out
No, it's possible that he was just bluffing, or that he made a mistake.
The little monster took a deep breath and lowered his head with fantasy in mind.
As far as the eye can see, a pretty girl appears.
She's a red-haired girl.
The little monster was stunned for a moment: "Why do you want to draw her? Are you crazy? She is a human, your companion."
The young man did not hesitate at the little monster's words. He drew the red-haired girl quickly and said confidently, "I'm not crazy. She is the third ghost."
"I have been listening and observing the surroundings since these people started walking around, including the sound of their footsteps, the number of steps, the frequency, etc."
"Do you know how I found out?"
"it's actually really easy."
"What made me suspicious at first was the sound of her footsteps."
"Although her footsteps were very close, there was still a slight difference."
"Redhead's footsteps initially sounded 'tatatata', but after she said 'game over', her footsteps turned into 'tattat'."
The little monster was shocked, "You realized it wasn't her since then?"
Baili Xin: "Yes, but this is just my guess. I still need to verify it."
"So I asked her to describe the ghost's appearance. I didn't really want to know what the ghost looked like, but just wanted to verify my guess."
"She was so calm. She calmly told the ghost's entire appearance at once, which was very different from her original personality."
"So I can basically conclude that she was replaced by a ghost a long time ago."
"Then the question is, where did Mr. Mouse and Red Hair go? I guess the ghosts haven't killed them yet? Otherwise, this game would be too boring."