The doctor was silent for a moment, and then answered the game's words: "... let's go."
Ding-
The crisp sound of the dice landing rang out in the ears of every player.
[Inspiration check failed]
[You think this is just an ordinary temple, and there is nothing special about it]
The detective complained: "As long as you are not blind, you will know that there is a problem with the temple, okay?"
Horror movies take place in just a few places, hospitals, schools, apartments and temples.
What's more, every special scene that appears in the game copy is useful, and it is impossible to set a useless place for no reason.
The doctor said, "There's no way. According to the rules, it's like this. If you can't pass the inspiration check, you won't be able to find any important clues."
The detective said: "This stupid game has been unreliable, we still go to the temple to see."
Doctor: "But our main line is not to go to the temple, and we failed the inspiration check, and we can't get any clues. Let's go to the place to report first."
She seems to regard this game as a real running team, thinking that it is the same as running a team game, death will only tear off the character card, and it will not hurt herself.
But the other players thought about it, and the doctor was right.
There are probably some ghosts hidden in the temple. Their task is not to provoke ghosts, but to do the main line according to their own identities.
The photographer thought for a moment, picked up the camera in the bag, and took a photo of the temple.
In this second, the temple was frozen in the camera screen.
From the screen, the surrounding of the temple suddenly sank, and the red wall outside seemed to have been splashed with a layer of blood, so thick that it could not be melted.
"It looks very intimidating." The photographer put away the camera.
At this time, the old man who drove them over swayed over and saw a group of them staring at the temple in the distance. He happily introduced: "This is the girl's temple in our village. It's too late, you can go to the incense stick tomorrow, you can answer your request."
He turned around and pointed again: "This is the hotel, if you have anything to do, let's do it during the day."
The last word fell, and the sky suddenly became gloomy, with black clouds pressing on top, and a few flashes of lightning occasionally flashed.
The doctor shrank his head in fear.
The old man fanned the fan: "It's going to rain, hurry home and collect your clothes-"
He pulled his slippers and disappeared into the alley.
There are old-fashioned buildings in the alley, which are densely piled up there. The pale walls are inlaid with square windows, like a pair of black eyes, watching the group of outsiders.
Doctor: "Do you listen to Uncle?"
The old man's words revealed a message.
The Girl Temple is definitely a must, and it is best not to go out at night.
Shen Dongqing leaned lazily on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder and listened to the three players talking.
Detective: "Let's listen to the words of the uncle first, and then act tomorrow."
As soon as the players decided to go to the inn first, the rain started crackling down. Fortunately, it was not that big, and they were not particular about it. They all ran wildly in the rain.
pat—
A certain amount of rainwater is stored on the eaves, and the water droplets slide down drop by drop.
Shen Dongqing stretched out his hand to pick it up, and two drops of water fell on his palm. The rain does not look clear, and when you get close, you can smell a faint fishy smell.
Zhou Wenyan took off his jacket: "Come here."
Shen Dongqing shook off the water droplets on his hands and leaned over, a coat fell from the sky and covered him tightly. He scratched, revealing a pair of black and white eyes.
Zhou Wenyan dragged the suitcase in one hand and the person in the other, and walked into the rain screen.
Shen Dongqing broke free from Zhou Wenyan's hand, propped up his jacket, and gave a portion to the people next to him.
The coat is not big, it barely covers the heads of the two people, and other places can't be taken care of, and they are almost wet from the shoulders.
Zhou Wenyan was a little helpless.
Originally, he thought that at most one person would get wet, but he didn't expect that both of them would get wet now.
Shen Dongqing turned her head to the side and smiled playfully: "If you want to get wet, let's shower together."
Fortunately, they arrived at their destination before being poured into chicken soup.
Unexpectedly, there is a hotel in this remote ancient town.
As soon as he walked in, Shen Dongqing saw a sign poking on the wall—Mobile 2G coverage, surfing the Internet is really fast!
An old aunt sitting at the front desk stuck her head out: "It's not the peak tourist season recently, and the rooms are all empty. For fifty-one days, you can live as you please."
Detective: "… travel?"
The old aunt didn't speak, just squinted at him.
The detective was stunned for a moment, then came to understand, took out some cash and handed it over.
"Stay here for seven days."
The old aunt's attitude immediately became kinder, and even the wrinkles on her face were stretched out. She put away the money on the counter at a speed that was not suitable for her age, and then said, "Oh, you young people just like it. Are you coming from the wilderness? Come in batches during the peak season, so that my hotel can only be opened in this poor place.”
Zhou Wenyan suddenly said, "How many days have they lived?"
The old aunt narrowed her eyes: "It's not a few days, and it's impossible to play for too long. There's nothing fun in this small place. I live for four or five days at most and then leave."
The detective asked, "Aunt, how long has your hotel been open? Are there any other hotels here?"
The old aunt yawned: "I'm too old to remember. I can't make any money from a hotel in this small place!"
In this way, the ancient town is just such a hotel, and foreigners will choose to live here.
The detective quickly flipped out a thick notebook and turned to one page: "Aunt, do you remember that a girl named 'Su Xiaoying' lived here eighteen years ago?"
"Eighteen years!" The old aunt raised her voice, "Who remembers this!"
The detective quickly took out a red note and stuffed it into the old aunt's hand, ingratiatingly said, "Think about it, think about it?"
The old aunt quickly put away the banknotes and grinned: "I don't remember, but everyone who checked in has a registration. Eighteen years ago... It should be in the utility room, you can find it if you want. Find it yourself."
When the detective had a clue, he was immediately happy: "Thank you, Auntie."
Among this group of people, only the detective has a goal. One of the doctor and the photographer came here to work and the other happened to travel here, without a clear purpose.
The two girls discussed it and decided to help the detective find the registration book eighteen years ago.
The three of them rushed upstairs.
Shen Dongqing was too lazy to move, sitting on the small wooden bench in the hall on the first floor, watching the rain outside.
Zhou Wenyan walked over and asked, "Do you know where Ying lives?"
The token of this game copy is a letter, and the person who wrote the letter is "A Ying".
A Ying said that she and her grandmother lived in the same place and did not move, but Zhou Wenyan had no memory of it, so she naturally didn't know where it was.
When the old aunt heard the word "A Ying", a trace of undetectable panic flashed in her eyes. She turned her head and said impatiently, "I don't know!"
[Need a Psychology?]The voice of the game rang intimately, [You can tell whether she is lying or not]
Zhou Wenyan ignored the game, picked up the suitcase, and went over to call Shen Dongqing.
Shen Dongqing was drenched in the rain, and the whole person was dizzy, not wanting to move, just raised his head and looked at Zhou Wenyan.
Zhou Wenyan touched his forehead: "Change your wet clothes, be good, or you will catch a cold."
After coaxing for a while, Shen Dongqing slowly stood up and followed him upstairs.
I don't know how long this hotel has been open. The wooden stairs upstairs creaked and the dust fell down, making people suspect that it would break from it in the next second.
The game does not give up: [Are you really not going to make a psychology check?]
Zhou Wenyan raised his eyelids: "Is this still a test?"
Don't you know at a glance what this old aunt is hiding
game:…
But the setting is like this, why can't you cooperate with it? !
Zhou Wenyan was too lazy to deal with the game, so he came to the second floor with his suitcase.
There are five rooms on the second floor. A small door in the stairwell leading to the third floor is half-closed, and there is a faint light inside. It should be the utility room that the old aunt said.
When the two passed by, there was a sudden scream from inside, which sounded like the photographer's.
Then the doctor's voice sounded, very urgently: "I want to perform a Strength check!"
Ding-
Non-existent dice fall.
[Strength check failed]
The doctor broke down: "Go away, go away!"
There seems to be something terrifying hidden in the utility room.
Shen Dongqing wanted to go in and have a look, but was stopped by Zhou Wenyan.
"Change your clothes first." Zhou Wenyan said lightly, "Don't worry."
Shen Dongqing looked down and saw that most of her body was wet, and now she would see water dripping down when she squeezed, which was extremely uncomfortable. He looked up and saw that the three players had already rolled and crawled out of the utility room.
The detective couldn't even say anything: "There is..."
The photographer continued: "There is a ghost!"
The word "ghost" was spoken loudly, and this voice caused a flash of lightning to pass through the window.
The doctor looked a little dazed.
She is a newcomer, and even if she brought this game field into the PRG she had played before, she could not weaken the shock of seeing the ghosts with her own eyes.
[The three of you are frightened and need to make a Sanity check. Success sanity minus 1, failure sanity minus 1d6]
The detective slowed down a bit: "We are old players, we won't be afraid!"
As if the person who was scrambling and crawling with fright just now was not him.
Game: [The detective's sanity is reduced by 2, the doctor's sanity is reduced by 4, and the photographer's sanity is reduced by 1]
The three people whose names were reported were in a trance, as if something had been taken away at this moment.
Shen Dongqing was curious: "What's the use of reason?"
The doctor's luck is not very good, his sanity has been reduced the most, and his face is pale, but he still answered Shen Dongqing's question: "According to the setting, if it is reduced to a certain level, the debuff will be triggered, and if it is reduced to a certain extent, it will enter a state of madness."
Shen Dongqing thought this mode was quite fun, and wanted to communicate with the doctor again, but was pulled back by Zhou Wenyan forcibly.
Nothing else matters than changing wet clothes.
Shen Dongqing had to be obedient.
The facilities of the hotel are old, the room size is small, and the bathroom is only for one person.
Zhou Wenyan packed up outside and asked Shen Dongqing to take a bath first.
Shen Dongqing took off his wet jacket and T-shirt, and walked in barefoot.
I don't know how long this room has been unoccupied, and there is a strange smell in the toilet.
Shen Dongqing rubbed his nose and opened the window to breathe, but after waiting for a while, not only did the smell not dissipate, but it became stronger and stronger.
He simply ignored the smell and turned on the tap to test the water temperature.
There is no hot water, only lukewarm water.
Shen Dongqing leaned over to wash her hair first.
Warm water poured down.
Shen Dongqing lowered his head and wet his hair. He reached out and took the shampoo, rubbed it on his hair and scratched it twice. He suddenly felt a little itchy on his neck.
It was as if something was brushing lightly across the back of the neck.
[Pass an Inspiration Check]
Shen Dongqing is very cooperative: "Go."
[You noticed something, stopped washing your hair and slowly raised your head]
Shen Dongqing simply looked up and found a mass of black hair hanging from a gap in the ceiling, looking at the position, it fell just above the back of his neck.
[Whether to enter the battle round]
With the shampoo on her head, Shen Dongqing looked at the black hair curiously: "What does the battle wheel mean? Am I going to fight it?"
Not only was he not afraid, but he was even a little bit eager to move, reaching out and tugging at the black hair.
Shen Dongqing saw that this thing was still losing her hair, and her hands were covered with strands of hair.
The move probably angered the blob, and the black hair parted, revealing a pale woman's face. She has no body, only clumps of black hair, squirming on the ceiling.
Game: [You have missed the best time to escape, enter the battle round]
Shen Dongqing blinked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
If the doctor was here, he would know what "battle round" meant.
The battle round is equal to a turn-based game. According to the level of agility, both sides attack once. The result of the attack is determined by the number of dice points. The smaller the number, the more successful it is.
Before Shen Dongqing could get an answer, the black hair moved first, she squirmed, her black hair swayed like seaweed, and wrapped it gently around Shen Dongqing's neck, and then with more force, it suddenly tightened, tightened—
Ugh? Can't hold it tight
Shen Dongqing directly intercepted the black hair in the middle and grabbed it in his hand, trying to pull the hair-loss female ghost down from the ceiling.
Ding-
The game throws the dice.
[Failed to fight, you did not cause any damage to 'her']
The voice fell, and the black hair finally couldn't resist, and fell to the ground with a clatter. She seemed to know that the person in front of her was not to be messed with, and wriggled to escape into the sewer.
Shen Dongqing stepped on it with one foot, and reached out to turn on the faucet, ready to flush the foam off her head first.
Freaks submerged in foam:…
After Shen Dongqing finished washing her hair, there was foam all over her hair. She kindly picked her up and helped her wash it dry.
Not to mention, in addition to hair loss, the hair of the ghost can also be thick.
After Shen Dongqing cleaned the ghost, he hung it on the hook next to him: "It's a bad act to peep at other people's baths. Don't do it again next time."
Ghostly at a loss.
It may be a ghost from a small place. I have never seen such a strange guest. The whole ghost is so stunned that they forgot to attack.
The game is silent for a moment, and can only announce: [The battle round ends, a draw]
Shen Dongqing took a shower and talked to the game: "In other words, if I'm unlucky and can't throw good points, I can't hurt others, don't you think?"
Game: [correct]
No matter how high a character's power is, as long as the dice roll fails, an effective attack cannot be made.
This is something that the game has specially designed to limit players like Shen Dongqing. However, it is good to congratulate, so far no third such player has been found, otherwise the game will be played like this, and it will simply be declared closed.
After speaking, the game paid attention to Shen Dongqing's emotions.
Will you be angry
Every time, the game was so angry that he vomited blood and jumped feet. The thought of being able to get angry with Shen Dongqing made the mood of the game seldom fluctuate.
Shen Dongqing: "It's pretty good."
game:? ?
Shen Dongqing hummed and said with a smile, "You can play for a while."
Otherwise, those ghosts are too fragile to stand playing.
For some reason, the ghosts lurking in the ancient town shivered silently.
After a while, the rain outside had stopped.
Shen Dongqing came out of the shower, having long forgotten what he wanted to do just now, laying barefoot in front of the window to watch. The stars here are much brighter than those in the city, especially after being washed by the rain, the night sky is exceptionally clear.
Zhou Wenyan also finished taking a shower and walked behind him: "Are you in a good mood?"
There is no hair dryer in the hotel here. The water droplets from Zhou Wenyan's hair dripped down, just fell on the back of Shen Dongqing's neck, and slid all the way down the arc, causing him to shrink his neck.
Shen Dongqing: "Yes."
He recounted his conversation with the game, especially the fact that he had to roll the dice no matter what.
Zhou Wenyan said "uh": "It's quite interesting."
If the game knows that it is serious about learning other gameplay, and the game mode that it has worked hard to figure out is only evaluated as "interesting", I am afraid that blood will be out of breath.
Zhou Wenyan took a towel, wiped Shen Dongqing's hair, and said casually, "It's just a game of luck."
Shen Dongqing recalled the previous casino and said with a smile, "I'm lucky."
Zhou Wenyan: "But... it's not bad for new players."
Shen Dongqing was puzzled: "Huh?"
"You shouldn't rely too much on games, after all..."
Zhou Wenyan didn't say much, but they knew very well that the game was not friendly to the players. If the players trust the game too much, hehe...
He took down the towel, lowered his head and kissed Shen Dongqing's cheek: "But this has nothing to do with us, it's time to sleep."
It was probably the first night, except for the ghost in the toilet, the game did not arrange other special scenes, and the night was passed smoothly.
Early the next morning, the players gathered in the lobby on the first floor for breakfast.
It was the off-season now, and there were only a few of them in the entire hotel.
Compared to Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan who had a good night's sleep, the other three were all sleep deprived and kept yawning.
The photographer girl said: "I listened to the cat meowing all night and wanted to go out to see it, but the stupid game kept throwing dice for me, and it was always unsuccessful, so I just lay down with my eyes closed."
Doctor: "Me too."
The detective yawned: "Let's go to the grocery room today, it should be fine during the day."
The doctor was obviously a little scared: "... Are you still going?"
Shen Dongqing finished drinking the soy milk and put down the bowl: "I'll go with you."
Many people are powerful.
The detective now has a bottom line in his heart, and he arrives at the door of the grocery room with great vigour, but before entering the door, the person wilts.
"How about... let's go in together?"
Shen Dongqing stepped forward and pushed the door, the small door was locked.
Maybe the aunt locked the door thinking they had found the file from eighteen years ago.
The detective raised his hand: "I have lockpicking skills."
The doctor said in a timely manner: "You may not be able to open the lock even if you have the skill to pick the lock. You have to roll the dice and be lucky."
The detective applied for a lucky dice.
The game said coldly: [Failed to unlock]
The detective couldn't believe it: "Can this also fail?"
click —
Although the dice roll failed, the door slowly opened.
Players are full of doubts:
Shen Dongqing withdrew his hand: "It seems that I am very lucky."
The player and the game are silent together.
God fucking lucky!
There was an obvious depression on this small door, which could not be closed, and it seemed to be scrapped.
The detective said hesitantly, "Why can you open the door without rolling the dice?"
Shen Dongqing said proudly: "Because I also have the skill of unlocking." He is also the person who harmed all kinds of doors! Various doors such as wooden doors, anti-theft doors, and iron doors have been opened in various game fields.
The game itself rounds up the field: […because this is not unlocking]
This is picking the door, it can't be said to be destroying the door, it's weird to use the lock-picking skills!
The doctor murmured, "His strength must be very high."
Shen Dongqing walked in.
Zhou Wenyan, who was one step behind, said coldly, "This is not a real game."
So it is impossible to follow the rules of the game completely.
After all, this game copy is real, and so are people. Death is not the so-called tearing up of the character card, but the real long sleep.
The detective and the photographer shuddered, as if they understood something.
A small room was filled with countless debris, and it was crowded. When this group of players walked in, there was no room to turn around.
So the two girls, the doctor and the camera, were outside, and the other three went in.
Shen Dongqing stretched out his hand and waved away the dust floating in front of him, and looked at the shelf, which was covered with a thick stack of registration books. He blew off the dust on it and opened it to see that it was not from eighteen years ago.
The detective squatted down: "It should be below. We saw the above one yesterday, but none of them. Just halfway through, something ran out..."
Game: [You heard the sound of Xixi Susuo from the depths of the grocery room, and the players present passed an inspiration check]
[Detective Inspiration Check Failed]
[Zhou Wenyan failed the inspiration check]
[Shen Dongqing Inspiration Check... Great success!]
The tone of the game is weird: [You see faces protruding from the ceiling, they are crying, laughing and staring at you with hatred, they are calling you and wanting you to be part of them]
[You feel the fear deep in your heart and want to escape from here, but...]
Before the game's lines were memorized, Shen Dongqing raised his hand and greeted the face on the ceiling: "Hi—"
The game couldn't bear it: [… Can you cooperate?]
Shen Dongqing shrugged: "But I'm not afraid at all, I don't know much."
game:…
After a while, Shen Dongqing reacted.
This game is trying so hard to create a better game mode, he shouldn't be uncooperative, it will hurt the enthusiasm of the game.
So Shen Dongqing thought for a moment and exaggeratedly said: "Ah, I'm so scared!"
The author has something to say: 1d6 means 1-6, rolling a six-sided die