With the blessing of this skill, Lin Huai's work efficiency has never been improved—before, he needed to invade everyone's dreams and provide them with a separate horror experience. Now, he can provide a high-quality immersive horror experience for five people at the same time.
Not only that, when a horror scene is woven, it will be stored in Lin Huai's "Dream Broadcasting" ability in the form of a virtual video tape, which greatly reduces his workload for creating dreams each time.
With the help of the "dream broadcast" ability, Lin Huai's horror career has been advancing all the way.
The preparations for the school festival are in full swing, and the dreams of the people of Liangchuan Town are also miserable. In this sharp contrast, the 16th Liangchuan Middle School Academy Festival finally started.
Zhang Mingo walked into the dark rental house with his shopping bag in hand.
As soon as he opened the door, he heard the boy crying.
"Woo, woo..." he cried, "I didn't... on purpose..."
Zhang Minge put the bento on the table: "Come and eat."
The boy who was sobbing in the darkness finally raised his head. He crawled to the dining table and opened the lunch box.
Zhang Mingge looked at him who was devouring him expressionlessly.
—He took the boy in, before Chu Tianshu arrived, after he panicked and stabbed his biological mother who yelled and asked "Who are you?"
Under the influence of Lin Huai's blood, the boy's current appearance is more like a combination of Lin Huai and himself.
He has the same beautiful peach petal-like eyes, the same tear mole, and the same beautifully curved lips when he smiles...
And the boy's nose and outline.
He looked like an incompletely infected monster, inheriting part of Lin Huai's appearance, but not even a single thing—inheriting his soul.
Zhang Mingge didn't know what kind of psychology he had that made him save him before he was killed. And led him to avoid Chu Tianshu's pursuit within these few days.
Perhaps it was because he wanted to make trouble for these two people who had brought him countless troubles, or it was because...
He just wanted to see what Lin Huai's clone looked like.
But he is not like Lin Huai at all. The boy is cowardly, stupid, dark and ambitious. He wouldn't say in a mocking, soft voice that he was a piece of shit. Nor would he look at him in panic with smiling eyes.
After a long time, the boy finished his meal. Zhang Minge looked at him indifferently.
It's almost time for the school festival.
At that moment, he suddenly lost interest in this boy completely.
The boy raised his head.
That half-familiar face made him feel depressed.
He kept this guy for a week, and now, finally, he lost interest in it.
"It's just a duplicate after all." He thought, "Get rid of him...or send him over there."
He didn't know what he was thinking. Do you finally want to hide it? Or do you want to return this last replica... as a gift
He taunted himself inwardly, and drew his knife.
However, the next moment, a sharp pain came from his body!
"Well!"
Zhang Mingge was caught off guard and fell to the ground. The boy who was crying originally had a gloomy expression on his face at this moment.
Holding the electric baton, he completed a sneak attack.
Zhang Minge never expected that this seemingly submissive boy would sneak up on him!
"You..." he said with difficulty, "you actually..."
The boy faced him and stood up.
"Just you, want to kill me too?" He sneered, "I already knew why you brought me here, you want to kill me, right?"
"you… "
"After drinking his blood, I heard a speech... I don't know where it came from." The boy said in a sleepy tone, "He told me that I am Fu Jiang... as long as I kill my body, Then I can completely, become the most dazzling person in this world... "
"So you're going to kill him?"
Zhang Mingge tried hard to get up from the ground, but the electric current passed through his body again.
"Kill him?" The boy showed a crying and smiling expression, "Kill him?"
"No, I don't want to kill him." He shook his head as if hastily, "I want him...I want him to see me!"
Zhang Mingge looked at the almost crazy boy in front of him, and said with difficulty: "You are crazy..."
"I want to see him, I want to make him unhappy, unhappy..." The boy said hastily, "I haven't seen him yet, I won't die..."
After saying this, he left the rental house, leaving Zhang Mingo alone in the dark.
With the undercurrent surging behind, Liangchuan Town finally arrived at the day of the school festival.
"The last performance is at nine o'clock in the evening." Chu Tianshu, who was sitting on the sofa, reminded, "After everyone finishes the performance, I will pull the switch—and then you will appear on the stage."
Lin Huai: ...
He sat next to him, looking out of the window boredly: "Got it."
"Come on." Chu Tianshu smiled and tried to bump fists with him, "I believe in you."
Lin Huai was indifferent: "I don't believe in myself."
Chu Tianshu: ...
"I have to say that the idea of this "Blood Album" is really interesting." Jiaye crossed his arms, "Hey, I don't want to perform for a group of stupid humans..."
"What about the number of votes?" Sadako asked ambitiously, "Do you think they will really vote for us?"
"I believe that as long as we say we want to get votes." Lin Huai adjusted his clothes, "They will definitely give us the votes."
As he said that, he raised his eyelids leisurely: "With our terrifying Big Three here... If it's really impossible, we'll grab their necks one by one and force them to vote for us."
Sadako: "I like this way."
Kayako: "I like it too."
The three of them showed extremely distorted smiles in the car together.
Lin Huai: "Hehehe."
Sadako: "Hahahaha."
Kayako: "Hehehehehe."
Listening to the conversation between Lin Huai and his sister group, Chu Tianshu felt chills down his back for some reason.
"Actually..." Chu Tianshu comforted, "I've already hacked their system, and no matter who they vote for online, you will be the one who finally wins Miss Liangchuan."
Lin Huai: ...
"You should have said it earlier!" Lin Huaixu said with narrowed eyes, "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have..."
"Why not!" Sadako reacted greatly, "I haven't encountered such a happy thing for a long time!"
"That's right." Kayako was also very upset, "It took us a week to prepare carefully..."
Lin Huaixu rolled his eyes: "Are you referring to the fact that it took a week to rehearse and failed to produce a good song, so you made such a bad move..."
Sadako and Kayako both touched their noses guiltily.
"The fruit obtained by labor will be sweeter." Chu Tianshu gave a thumbs up.
"What nonsense, obviously just because you want to see me perform... we perform."
Chu Tianshu looked at him. Lin Huai realized that the other party was staring at him, and turned away awkwardly.
After a long time, he said: "..."
Chu Tianshu seemed to understand his "..." and suddenly smiled embarrassedly.
"Let's go," Chu Tianshu said, "I'll drive you to school."
Lin Huai: "Oh good."
Lin Huai sat in the co-pilot, and Jiaye and Sadako sat in the back row. After getting along for a week, Kayako still doesn't like Sadako very much: "It's wet, stay away from me!"
Sadako also sneered: "It's bloody, stay away from me!"
The two ghosts quarreled all the way. Lin Huai sat on the co-pilot and blocked his ears.
They slipped into the school through the back door. Chu Tianshu caught a glimpse of Zhang Mingge's back and said, "I'll go find him, you guys... go backstage and wait for the performance."
Lin Huai: "Oh."
Chu Tianshu held the wrench and was about to leave when Lin Huai grabbed his arm.
"Actually, I..." Lin Huai said slowly, "I don't just care about you a little bit now, anyway..."
"Forget it." He smiled, "You know."
"I know?" Chu Tianshu reacted greatly, "What do I know?"
"You know I treat you..."
"What to me?"
"For you... tsk." Lin Huai said, "You just pretend you don't know."
"Wait, wait." Chu Tianshu grabbed his arm, "You mean... how far can we go?"
"Which step?"
Lin Huai shrugged: "What do you think?"
After saying this, he took the two female ghosts and disappeared into the playground.
Also disappeared, large and small, in the booths used for holding school festivals.
Twenty years later, the students of Liangchuan Middle School can still remember this school festival.
Although they have suffered a nervous breakdown from the sleepless torment for many days, they are no longer in the mood to gossip. However, the principal forced them to participate in the school festival as if they had taken the wrong medicine.
"I really don't want to come to school..." A person lay on the table, weakly said, "You said, that rumor..."
"Will he really come back?" another trembled. "Will he really come back...to take revenge on us?"
"Don't be too feudal and superstitious!"
A person's voice sounded. The person who said this was the president of the student union of Liangchuan Middle School: "You are all students of the 21st century, why are you one by one?"
He said in an encouraging tone: "In short, let's work hard."
Everyone: ...
The composition of the entire school festival seems to have been a little too exciting from the very beginning.
A real female ghost appeared in the haunted house of Class A of the first year, a human hand appeared at the barbecue stand of Class B of the first year, and in the blind experience hall of Class C of the second year, some students expressed in horror that they were closing their eyes At that time, I touched a bloody unknown creature...
The whole school festival was going on in a very frightening and exciting situation. There are also countless students who fainted due to excessive panic, insomnia, and mental exhaustion, and were dragged to the health room. After the Student Council President drank a human tongue from the coffee in the maid cafe for the last time, he finally, too, broke down.
He yelled and, together with his classmates, were dragged into the health room in a coma.
"So it really is that..."
"Sure enough, it's the curse of the dead Lin Huai."
"Woooooo, I'm so scared!"
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry..."
They were crying, trembling, and struggling to usher in the performance that started at six o'clock in the evening. However, this long-prepared performance also went wrong.
First, there was a shrill ghost crying from the campus band's stereo, and then the student who was performing magic took out an assistant student from the box, and at the same time took out an extra leg... When everyone was about to cry , and another person made a new discovery on the phone.
"what is this?"
"Why is there a new show after the last drama performance?"
""Bloody Album"? What the hell is that!"
In the fear of everyone, the little princess was finally put on the guillotine.
The machete was hoisted high, and everyone's hearts were hung in their throats at this moment—
Suddenly, a boy screamed.
"No!" he yelled, "That knife...is real!"
The masked executioner standing beside the little princess smiled.
"Your rumors have shaped me, and your rumors have also destroyed me." He said softly, "And at this moment, in this way, I am back on the stage!"
Amidst the screams of the crowd, the knife fell down!
The woman's bloody head was chopped off and rolled all the way into the auditorium. At the same time, the woman in a white dress who was standing in the darkness also came over and picked up her head.
"So why did you make your debut at the c position in the end!" Sadako grabbed Kayako's head in dissatisfaction, "Why..."
"Because we are arranged according to the initial letter of the name." Jiaye smiled triumphantly, "If you want to blame, blame your first letter is 'z'."
Amid the frantic screams of everyone, photos appeared on the big screen one after another. Some of them are female ghosts jumping out of coffins, some are wriggling tongues in coffee cups, and some are white hands appearing on barbecue grills...
The young man in the mask also smiled at this time.
"The sum of the above is "Blood Album", which is our performance today." He said politely, "Please pick up your mobile phones and vote in an orderly manner."
The school festival ended quite satisfactorily. All students also exited in an orderly manner in cases of mental breakdown.
For at least ten years, they dare not mention the word "Lin Huai" again.
In return, Lin Huai gave many things to the principal of Liangchuan Middle School who was the most frightened. Even taking the postgraduate entrance examination Xiao Ba... In a friendly way, he urged the principal to let all the students complete the examination paper.
From then on, with the busy study and life, the legend of "Fu Jiang" will be wiped out forever. Lin Huai also stretched at this moment.
"Huh..." He yawned and drove away Kayako and Sadako, "Thank you for your hard work today."
So on the playground stage, he was the only one left. Lin Huai fiddled with the phone, waiting for Chu Tianshu's return.
He was sitting under the light, his back was stretched very long, but at this moment...
His cell phone rang suddenly.
A message appeared in front of his eyes.
"I'm Qian Zhuo."
"Qian Zhuo... who is Qian Zhuo?"
Lin Huai replied with two words: "Who are you?"
The other side seemed to be silent for a long time, and it took a long time before there was a reply.
"I'm the guy sitting at the table in front of you."
"I kill you."
"I drank your blood."
"Now... I'm you."
Lin Huai raised his eyes.
His eyes suddenly became very cold, and at the same time, text messages were still being sent in.
"I'm finally close to you."
"I want to see you."
"Do you want to see me?"
"I want to see you want to see you."
"How are you."
"do you remember me."
He moved his fingers and finally replied with four words.
"Where are you."
The person opposite quickly gave him a reply.
"I'm in the third grade maze."
"Come find me."
The eerie labyrinth stood above the playground, Lin Huai looked at it and closed his eyes.
After a while, he took steps, step by step, into the maze.
There is no light in the maze. It was originally a simple and crude creation made by many students with cardboard boxes. There are still students' graffiti on the cardboard boxes, as well as traces of what they walked, played, and used during the day.
However…
He closes his eyes.
There was a strong smell of blood in the air.
"Tick tock, tick tock..."
It was the sound of dripping water.
And something, the sound of being dragged.
He couldn't see the depths of the maze, to the left and right, there were walls. Lin Huai's eyes turned blood red, and with the ability of Li Gui's night vision, he walked cautiously step by step towards the place where the bloody smell was the strongest.
"Patter."
Something fell at his feet... Lin Huai lowered his head, and then...
He saw a segment of finger!
It is not accurate to say that it is a finger. If you want to describe it exactly, it should be 1/4 finger... 1/4 finger landed on the grass, white and shining, reflecting the moonlight.
He approached the maze step by step. Everywhere, there are all kinds of small pieces of meat.
…
His breathing became short, and what he saw was even more frightening than ghosts.
"Lin Huai..."
He heard the man's voice.
Qian Zhuo's voice.
He turned his head and saw a dark figure behind the box.
Dark... Qian Zhuo.
A gust of night wind blew by, and the moonlight reflected on his face, as well as the... black tear mole under the corner of his eye.
His facial features are more and more similar to Lin Huai's.
"Lin Huai..." He made a sound that seemed to be laughing or crying, "You are finally here..."
Lin Huai looked at that face quietly.
"Since the first time I saw you, I have liked you very much..." He said slowly, "Give me your coat, I have written so many excessive things in the diary, some Regarding your fantasies, you didn't read them, you only saw the title page... and you praised me... for a good painting... "
"You are the first, the first person who did not bully me, but praised me..." Tears flowed from his cloudy eyes, "You are so kind to me... You should like me, shouldn't you?"
"But, those who like you... people who want to get close to you... there are too many..." He hugged his bloody arms, "So I tried every means to make them hate you a little more. People who hate you There are more and more people, you will not be as good as you used to be, but you will become bad...bad like me... "
"Then, you can be like me, match me... you should cry, you should suffer, you will be reviled, thrown in cold water, beaten by your parents, run away from home, want to commit suicide... then I will protect you, Take care of you, and you will know that I am the best person in the world..." He murmured, "But why..."
"Why, you don't respond!" he screamed, "You don't see me... you don't see me, and you don't see anyone else!"
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Why did you give me the coat? If you bullied me like everyone else, I wouldn't... not treat you..."
He showed Bai Sensen's hand bones: "I know from him that you are a quester... a quester? Hmm... I drank your blood and merged with you. I heard that voice, it said, I Every piece of flesh and blood can create a new you... "
"You hate this, don't you? You hate this, don't you?" He said almost frantically, "Hmm... Do you want to know how many you and I are in this maze?"
"I can't count, I can't count! If I can't have you, then I can at least... drag you to hell..."
He trembled: "Hahaha, I did it, I did it..."
He seems to have lost his mind, completely insane, slurring words of hatred or love.
The young man who was directed by all his words just stood in the moonlight and looked at him quietly.
"Come on! Come on!" he yelled. "Come on and lay with me—"
His chest was pierced by something.
The young man turned around with difficulty, the last thing his eyes saw was Chu Tianshu.
"Don't get me wrong, I didn't come here to disturb you fighting alone because I don't trust your ability." Chu Tianshu said, with a bit of skill, he grabbed the boy's hand and gave him an over-the-shoulder throw, " I just came in and introduced myself."
"what?"
"First, my name is Chu Tianshu. Second, we have known each other for eleven years from the first time we met." Chu Tianshu stepped on the belly of the crazy npc with an extremely handsome posture, "Third, I'm not just your friend, I'm yours, man…”
Lin Huai: ...
"Sex friend." Chu Tianshu quickly added.
Lin Huai: ...
"The boat capsized in the gutter." Chu Tianshu shrugged, "He's crazy."
The mad body fell to the ground. Lin Huai looked up at the sky.
He closed his eyes.
"What should we do now?" He said lightly.
"This entire maze needs to be destroyed," Chu Tianshu said, "even this entire playground, but..."
"It's too late." Lin Huai said.
They walked out of the maze, and Zhang Mingo knelt outside the maze.
He seemed to have been severely beaten, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood and tears were streaming down his face. Chu Tianshu pushed Lin Huai: "Your."
"This idiot, wanted to kill this replica, but ended up playing off." Chu Tianshu shrugged, "Excuse me?"
Lin Huai looked at Zhang Minge who was kneeling on the ground expressionlessly.
"What did you do?" he asked.
Zhang Mingge looked at him and smiled slowly.
He actually didn't expect that npc to be so crazy... However, it is an indisputable fact that he wants to cause them some trouble.
But now, it's useless to say anything.
He has always considered himself a fairly objective and calm person. Ghosts are monsters that should not exist in the human world. They are born out of resentment and mistakes, and their existence is to harm and disturb human beings. This is an indisputable fact.
However, Zhang Mingge did not kill ghosts for such a righteous reason. Life is like a food chain, either to be eaten by others, or to eat others first. When the seven-year-old Zhang Mingge stood in front of the grave of his father who was sent by the head of the Zhang family to die as cannon fodder, for the first time, he understood the special relationship between the food chain and predators.
After many years, he still remembers that rainy day, and he still remembers the feeling of the young master's hand rubbing against his head. The Patriarch who was the young master at that time knelt down and looked at the child who did not shed tears: "Aren't you sad for your father's death?"
Five-year-old Zhang Minge did not speak.
"Your father died. He died for the glory of the entire clan and the Zhang family. As his only son, you should be proud of him."
Before this day, the young master had never said so many words to him. Zhang Mingo felt very strange.
Was it the death of his father that gave him the privilege of condescending to someone who had never even looked at him, and having a heart-to-heart talk with a seven-year-old child
Could it be that the death of the father is something that can be exchanged for privileges
At that moment, that vague food chain came to mind again. The hawk eats the rabbit, but patrols its territory to drive away other predators that are on the lookout. Wild dogs devour bones, but when other hungry wild dogs approach, they will show their fangs for a bone. Humans cook lambs, but they erect fences against wolves for them...
His father was swallowed by this vague food chain connecting his clan and himself. But the young master of the clan, the future master, squatted down for himself.
This is the equivalence between being a lamb and getting shelter.
The young master did not wait for this strange and lonely child's answer. As a teenager, he has not yet achieved the maturity and sophistication of his elders. If not, he would not have expressed such worthless questions and concerns.
When he stood up, he finally heard the child's answer.
"... I wouldn't be proud of him," said the kid, "because he died worthless."
As cannon fodder, his father died tragically in the blood mist due to wrong tactical arrangements in a worthless way.
— Such a death is not worthy of his sadness or pride.
Thin rain fell on his head. Zhang Minge raised his head and stared at the man in the black and white photo.
He heard the young master's voice coming from his head: "From today on, you come to the Zong family to practice."
In the next ten years, whenever Zhang Mingge made an important decision, the circling food chain would appear in his mind again and again.
Under the guidance of this food chain, he flattered the young master and made his way to the top. His expression was extremely submissive, and his cold ambition never stopped beating for a moment.
In real life, there are always a lot of rules and constraints. The essence of the law of the jungle is therefore covered up under the appearance of legal and moral tenderness. Zhang Mingo doesn't hate rules, on the contrary, he likes rules very much. Rules are like a ladder, blocking people of different levels under different thresholds. He stood on his own ladder, raised his head, and what he saw was class.
Unlike reality, games do not have a set of laws and rules. The law of the jungle and the survival of the fittest are the essence of the game. With his own abilities, he eliminated as many ghosts as possible, got as many points as possible, and exchanged for more powerful props. Just like in reality, his name gradually appeared in the game.
He is like a fish in water, playing steadily, from the qualified person, to the primary field, and then to the intermediate field, his class has risen step by step. If the game is a food chain, then npcs, ghosts, and even his teammates... are all experience packages for him to prey, improve himself, and gain benefits from it.
He saw countless chains, countless networks, connecting everyone together. The thread of the food chain hangs above everyone's head, and everyone is a member of this network. They are either struggling to survive or wandering in the garden, some will fall into the water, and some will climb up, but all of them are facing and all their goals are the dome in the middle of the network.
However, that day, one of the silk threads broke in another person's head!