Cartoonist Code

Reaching out to the tube, a prompt to press "F" appears in his eyes.

Can you really go down? Because of the depression of the game, Dongfang Ming did not dare to speak. He guessed that the game couldn't start the game and let the player die violently.

"Bang bang bang!"

The women outside seemed to stop pretending, and the way they knocked on the door became increasingly violent.

"Open the door, I know you haven't slept!"

The first half of the woman's voice was normal, but in the second half it started to get weird.

Sorrowful, resentful, hoarse, completely inaudible to another voice of gender.

NPC, not a butcher played by the player!

"Bang-bang-bang!"

The knocking sound outside the door changed, as if something outside was smashing the door with something.

A skinny player might wait for something outside to smash the door open, see what the thing is, and then slide down under his nose.

But Dongfang Ming was different. He fell down after hearing the change in the knock on the door.

Dongfang Ming did not slide down the pipe to the end, but came to a room downstairs with an open window, took off his shoes and threw them out of the window gently, and threw them as straight as possible down the pipe. There was no sound. The probability is the second floor.

All the clothes on the body can be taken off, Dongfang Ming thinks that it should be used in this way.

The thick **** smell penetrated into Dongfang Ming's nose.

"I hate imagination."

Dongfang Ming did not make a sound, he ignored the smell of blood for the time being, but gently closed the window and locked it, and then closed the curtain.

There was a "bang" sound, and there was the sound of heavy objects falling from a height outside, as if a corpse had fallen from the upstairs.

...

"Did you hear anything?"

Kurokami Fubuki pricked up her ears, and Natsuki held her hand tightly.

The two of them were in the same room, and after a little search in the room, they boldly walked out.

"There seems to be a sound..."

Xia Sesai listened intently, but didn't hear anything.

"Forget it, let's go to room 404, there is the beginning, there should be clues."

"Aren't we going to find everyone together?" Xia Seji asked, she felt that the number of people was more powerful.

"If we don't go, we don't know where they are. It's more likely to rush to find them and encounter danger. Don't forget, both players and NPCs in this mode may become butchers."

"Then Fuxue, are you a butcher..."

Xia Seji likes Chuixue very much, but Chuixue is not a one-time betrayal of her, the backstab of the werewolf killing, and the backstab of the Xueshan werewolf when they are linked together.

"No, if I am then I will marry you."

Kurokami Bukiyue laughed, grabbed Xia Seji's hand tightly and said, "You can trust me."

Then he said worriedly: "Let's go to 404 to find clues, and then see if we can find Ming... Bai Mao, I'm more afraid of him."

I suddenly wish you were a butcher. Xia Seji really wanted to say these words, but when the words came to his mouth, he could only sigh deeply in his heart, and let Kurokami Fukiyue hold her hand and go to the fourth floor.

The lights in the hallway flickered constantly, like the scene of a ghost story, and this is indeed the scene of a ghost story.

And in such an atmosphere, the DDs in the live broadcast rooms of Fubuki and Natsusa Festival were all ecstatic.

Summer Blizzard is back today!

202.

Dongfang Ming confirmed the room he was in, but his face was not very good.

This is because there are dead people in the room.

His phone lit up on the bed, and was startled by the twisted corpse.

The corpse was like a piece of chewing gum, connected from top to bottom to form a ring, and the bones of Bai Sensen pierced from the flesh and blood.

"This game doesn't actually code..."

Dongfang Ming covered his mouth and closed the door after confirming that the room was 202.

There is a high probability that that thing is on the first floor now, following his trail, the shoes thrown on the first floor should be able to mislead it.

"Need to find clues and find Fubuki..."

Dongfang Ming really didn't want to play this kind of game. The first time he saw the corpse, he wailed. The audience was not frightened by the corpse, but was shocked by his frightening sound.

This game can sense the player's voice. Fortunately, Dongfang Ming didn't turn on the free microphone in the game, otherwise his voice might be able to attract the thing that he just got rid of.

The layout of the room was no different from the one before Dongfang Ming, except for the corpse and the bed, no useful clues were found.

"Just kidding, touch the corpse... I'm a black hand in this game."

Dongfang Ming endured the discomfort and searched for the body.

found it.

Bills, cell phone, room key to 202, nothing else.

Dongfang Ming put the banknotes and keys in his pocket. Although he felt that the banknotes should be useless, he was worried that the gadgets would be useful. Anyway, he would take them without taking up space.

As the saying goes, money can make a ghost run the mill, just in case the butcher likes money.

Dongfang Ming knew that this idea was unrealistic, but turned on the mobile phone of the owner of Room 202.

Contacts in the address book cannot be clicked, photos are empty, and text messages are empty.

Dongfang Ming did not give up and chose to try other software, and finally clicked on a memo software.

[On December 29th, I came to this hotel of death out of curiosity. I heard that there was a serious incident here twenty years ago. I think this is a good place for my novels to find inspiration]

[On February 1st, the environment here is good, but the night is too gloomy, it should be my illusion, I always feel that someone is outside the door at night]

[On February 2nd, I lost my key, I should ask the management lady at the front desk to open the door for me, I remember she has a backup key]