[The text is like blood, the words are like a knife, and every sentence is like a heart! 】
[This is a torture about the soul, this is also a game about life and death! 】
[To force or not to force, survival or destruction, this is a question! 】
[So, you decide:]
[A. You finally realize the mistakes you have committed, so you take a fruit knife and cut open the carotid artery, and you have a life of sin! 】
[B. Being killed by my own creation, this is the ultimate romance that suspense writers desire and cannot get... And now Goddess of Luck is picking up her dress at you, and you can’t find it after you judge by logical analysis. The reason for rejection, ecstatically opened the door and rushed out to embrace Xia Nannan...】
[C. There is no problem that can’t be resolved with a mouthful, not to mention that you show a loving smile like an old father (old fox) in the face of your own girl, and you decide to have a candle-night conversation with Xia Nan through the security door. ! 】
[D. {Hide and seek} such a terrible game, instantly poke your heart's long-lost throbbing, you feel deeply obligated to show Xia Nannan a classic teaching of {hide and seek}...】
Snapped!
-Burst loudly and loudly!
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Chen Chao’s tooth roots itchy with hate. He stepped on the phone and felt the touch of the big toe rubbing against the back of the phone on the ground. He immediately felt that the pores all over his body were relaxed, especially the indescribable sphincter came from somewhere that couldn’t be suppressed. Sour and cool.
The backlog of suffocation in the body was vented heartily. Chen Chao restrained his cheerful expression and switched back to the "sage" posture. He picked up the phone on the ground without expression.
The phone was probably dumbfounded, a pool of blood was glued to the face (screen), and the subtitles of the live broadcast were all obscured, and the prompt vibration was completely muted because of silence.
Seeing is believing!
Chen Chao believes that he does not need a mobile phone to ridicule or even sneer in front of him. Even if this mobile phone has a genetic mutation that cannot be explained by science, the master-slave relationship is still not allowed to be reversed.
The mutated mobile phone was also bought by me in full. I have absolute ownership and right to use the item, and the private property is sacred and inviolable. This is protected by law, and even a supernatural event cannot touch this red line.
This involves the survival principle of 404, and it also involves the superiority of ghost logic, that is, self (zhuang) self (bi) value> life (zuo) existence (si) element, and the sacredness cannot be desecrated!
Hold the dirty mobile phone, turn on the front flashlight, and shoot at the face hanging in the doorway.
Her cheeks shrank back into the darkness like an electric shock, the raincoat shook the booth and the pitch black merged into one, and the footsteps in the corridor slowly walked away, "Kadam Kadam".
This is a signal to invite Chen Chao to open the door and participate in the game.
"Hospitality is hard to come by~"
The tortoise stayed in the room and couldn't go out, which did not fit Chen Chao's personal settings at the moment. [Courage] maintained the time limit of 23h27m54s. He opened the anti-theft door and stepped into the corridor.
The mobile phone swayed around, and the crowded piles of debris and trash extended as far as possible to the wall, leaving only room for each house to open the door and the distorted corridors in the middle, as if the tenants occupied less public aisles. It's like a dull loss.
It can be seen that the tenants in this building are lacking in quality, including Chen Chao who also expanded a territory at the door as an external kitchen, which is a table with his own stove and cooking utensils placed against a blackened wall.
He reached out from the knife rack on the table and pulled out two kitchen knives-a Chinese bone cleaver and a Western slicing knife. The thick and violent bone cleaver is more suitable for chopping, and the slicing knife is narrow and dexterous more suitable for stabs.
Chen Chao groaned for 2 seconds, and silently stuffed the bone cleaver back into the knife rack. The narrow corridor in front of him did not have enough space for him to slash, and the bloody finger holes on his wrists also warned him, tears of blood. The lesson is right now-this tofu-like body is simply unable to control the sword of the exclusive soldier.
Choosing to replace the fruit knife used by the girl with a thin slicing knife is likely to exceed the limit that this body can bear.
Don't feel exaggerated, the writer's physique is so powerless!
Fortunately, the current blood loss has unknowingly climbed to 114ml. In other words, the body's muscle activity is enjoying a 20% increase, which allows Chen Chao to probably try to change the knife.
As for the replaced fruit knife, of course it cannot be thrown away... Chen Chao knelt down, buckled the phone on the ground, fumbled for a while in the dark, and then got up to take the photo again after hiding the fruit knife. Brighten the position in front of you.
The brightness of the mobile phone is not enough, it can only illuminate the fan-shaped area about 3 meters in front of you, and it is blocked by the accumulation of various shapes. Ying leaned against the sides of the corridor in various postures, and what was even more paradoxical was that there was a Xia Nannan hidden in this group of ghosts that were difficult to distinguish between true and false.
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The missing piece of meat on the right leg looked like two blood grooves. The cloth strips binding the thighs were dyed red, and the blood flowed along the blood grooves to soak the slippers, and then left blood footprints on the ground. Chen Chao felt his thighs became heavier and stiffer. , As if limping a foot, limping towards the other end of the darkness.
"It's like a deja vu scene, full of fateful reincarnation, huh ~ is this suggesting something to me?"
Chen Chao slandered inwardly. While watching the surroundings with his eyes following the light, he didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that he could hear the sound of breathing, which seemed to come from behind him.
To feel it carefully, it is as if a person is following behind me step by step, breathing against the back of his head, which makes people stand upside down.
"The first suspense escape guide: don't look back at will!"
Chen Chao ignored the movement behind him. As a senior suspense writer, he arranged and designed countless scenes of the death of dragon suits. Compared with "1000 Ways to Die", these dead dragon suit bodies can even be piled up. A green-skinned train, and the one that topped the list with the most deaths is to turn around to kill!
Turning to kill is also known as the second consecutive killing of the timid and mentally retarded. It kills the group of those who are a little bit turbulent, and then look back, and then frighten the dragon set, usually in the form of turning back and turning back. The thunder and thunder died suddenly on the spot, especially when it comes to supernatural elements, the method of death is even more bizarre and horrible.
"The whole self-built building is in the shape of a'concave'. 313 is located in the innermost dead end of the corridor corner. My pace at the moment is maintained at s, which is enough for me to carefully observe any corners around where Tibetans may be possible."
Chen Chao is like exploring a map shrouded in the fog of war. As he progresses, the areas on the map are gradually illuminated, and these areas that have been explored are like exposed photos, clearly imaged in In his mind, and the path he walked with certainty did not leave any shadow and dead corner, the map behind him was already fully illuminated in his mind.
"There can be no one behind!"
Chen Chao didn't need to look back to determine the result: "And it is even more impossible to breathe against the back of my head, because there is only the sound of breathing, but not the touch and temperature of breathing."
Analyzing from the contact with Xia Nannan, she obviously needs to breathe and has human body temperature. In other words, what follows behind her is only the sound of breathing.
Since the sound of breathing can't kill people, its purpose is nothing more than to interfere with the judgment of the senses and create an atmosphere of fear.
"Suspense Survival Guide No. 2: Don't trust your senses too much."
Chen Chao's brain is running fast, and all the clues obtained from contact feedback are being processed by the "Ghost Brand" logic factory, which is precisely integrated and processed, and a closed-loop research report is output:
"About Xia Nannan, the following inferences are highly probable facts—
First, there is temperature, breathing, injury and bleeding. The category of objects is judged to be more human than ghosts. As a result, it is inferred that physical means can cause harm to them and cause death.
Second, it conforms to the basic structure of the human body. Most actions follow human mechanics. However, the physical properties produce a certain degree of alienation. The metal crutches are fused with bones and can be deformed into flesh and blood. The control port of the known alienation is located in the palm gap.
Third, it has the ability to manipulate sound, which deceives the senses. Sound cannot cause direct damage and is classified as an auxiliary means.
Fourth, the real means of causing damage are nails and crutches; nails are sharp and brittle, crutches are metallic, and the attached cinder can cause staining, which is temporarily judged as non-toxic.
Fifth, the body is petite, the bones are slender, the muscle strength is weak, and one arm is traumatized and fractured, and the frontal confrontation ability is further weakened.
In summary, the logical model of Xia Nannan’s attack mode is constructed and deduced: the target will try to avoid direct frontal confrontation, and the behavior mode conforms to the theme of {hide and seek}, with a calculation probability of 83%; use sound to intimidate, deceive the senses, and confuse the senses. Judging as a preliminary foreshadowing and creating favorable conditions for hidden sneak attacks, the calculation probability is 88%; in the final attack, the crutches take priority over the nails, and the calculation probability is 94%!
In this way, the strategy design of {hide and seek} game copy..."