Thriller Hunting Program

Because of the **** positioning function of Qin Ce's watch, as a wanted criminal on the black list under his surveillance, Ling Chengmu saw him first in every competition area.

Damn, it's so frustrating.

But she can't directly satirize him with yin and yang at present. After all, the system has a decibel limit, and she swears in a low voice and lacks momentum.

So she let out a snort of contempt from her nose.

The decibel of this soft hum is only 16.

Qin Ce glanced at her: "Childish."

"…"

Ling Chengmu was speechless, the decibel of this **** is definitely over 60.

He saw through her doubts and explained coldly: "I'm not a player, so I don't need to participate in the opening mini-game of the division."

"…Hold."

The decibel of this **** is 58, and a certain sister controls it very well.

As soon as they come, they are at ease, even if they are reluctant, the two still have to walk together.

She had checked Ling Chengmu's room just now, and there was nothing there. Her goal now is to see what is there, which can make the player scream in surprise.

As a result, she had just reached the half floor when she heard a scream from the direction of the second floor.

...It's too soon, even if you cover your mouth first?

After the screams, everything returned to calm again, as if nothing had happened.

There are many rooms on the second floor. About two-thirds of the doors are locked, and the chain eyes are also welded, which is intended to tell players that they are forbidden to enter.

There is only a hidden door, you can go in and look for props.

Ling Chengmu stopped in front of a door and looked down.

The door was unlocked, and thick, viscous blood was slowly flowing out along the crack of the door.

Estimated to be the blood of the player.

She raised her hand and pushed open the door, and saw bloodstains extending from the corner to her feet, and there were hideous scratches on the ground. It was obvious that the player had struggled painfully before dying.

Strangely, the body disappeared.

The windows were covered with thick dust, so mottled that it was impossible to see the scene outside the windows.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, just an old sofa and a low TV cabinet. On the cabinet is an old TV set with an antenna.

The TV screen displayed a picture of snowflakes with a missing signal, making a sizzling sound.

Ling Chengmu walked over, squatted down and stared at the screen.

Qin Ce also followed and stood beside her. The two of them seemed to stand still for a long time, and didn't move for a long time.

For a long time, the snowflake picture changed vaguely.

It was as if a signal was suddenly received, and the color picture gradually became clearer, but the scene being played was too strange and familiar.

The cold moon in the middle of the night, the sparse weeds, the barren dry well.

as well as…

A pale, thin hand sticking out from the well.

First left hand, then right hand.

The woman in white with long hair covering her face, crawling out of the wellhead with her own terrifying bgm, crawled towards the TV step by step.

Its head, as if it penetrated the dimensional barrier, stretched in from the TV screen without any hindrance.

It raised its head, the face under the long hair was covered with blood, the empty eyes and the grinning mouth were extremely frightening.

It had a face-to-face with Ling Chengmu.

Ling Chengmu's heart was not disturbed, and she even wanted to lean forward to see it clearly, but before she could put it into practice, Qin Ce was already holding her by the collar and pulled him half a meter back.

She patted his hand away in disgust, and for a moment saw that the female ghost seemed to want to crawl out, and subconsciously pressed a finger against the other's forehead and pushed her head back.

Female ghost: "..."

The two sides were confronting each other like this, and there was a slight embarrassment to each other, and no one could come down to the stage.

Ling Chengmu turned his head in confusion, lowered his voice and asked, "This ghost has a special movie, right? What is it called Midnight Bell?"

Qin Ce said, "Yes, Zhenzi."

"Then we..."

"Look in the drawer to see if there is a CD."

After all, in the original movie, all the people who had seen the CD were killed by Sadako in the end.

The drawer of the TV cabinet can be opened, and it is full of paper tubes and sawdust. Ling Chengmu flipped it twice, and sure enough, she found a CD, which was packed in a blank box.

She put the disc into the old-fashioned player and pressed the switch.

The music started, and a male voice sang emotionally.

"Give you a CD of the past, listen to our love at that time..."

Shit, not this one.

She turned off expressionlessly.

The female ghost was obviously also stimulated, and angrily reached out to grab her, with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

Ling Chengmu shoved the CD box into the other's mouth: "Don't worry, take it first."

"…"

In view of the rules of the opening mini-game, you just can't scream and look for props, so as long as the player doesn't violate the rules, the ghosts can't take the initiative to attack.

Qin Ce pulled out another CD in a blank box from the bottom of the drawer.

"Try it."

This time it's a genuine ghost disk.

So in the next time, after the two of them watched the CD play, the female ghost Sadako seemed to be pressed to play upside down, and then retreated back along the original road and got into the well.

The TV made a "pop" sound, like an instant short circuit, and the screen turned black.

Immediately afterwards, a silver cross fell from the ceiling and hit Ling Chengmu's head impartially.

Ling Chengmu: "…"

What crap.

When Ling Chengmu and Qin Ce were forced to watch past CDs, Xu Xiao and Chang Su, who had traveled together, were also in the toilet, fighting wits with a little girl in red with a sickle.

Two big men, squeezed into the same toilet cubicle, were about to suffocate each other.

"This... Who is this?" After Chang Su finished speaking, he glanced at his watch quickly, and when he saw that the decibel level was not exceeded, he breathed a sigh of relief, "Xiao Xu, you... do you know him?"

"I know her, but she doesn't know me." Xu Xiao said slowly, "This is Hanako, the little girl ghost in Japanese legend. I heard that she was killed, and she was very angry. If she caught someone, she would let someone play with her."

As if to confirm his words, the little girl's gloomy laughter soon came from outside.

"Are you going to play with Hanako?"

Chang Su and Xu Xiao: "Don't play."

In the next second, the sickle slashed sharply on the toilet door, penetrating the weak door panel, and the cold light was striking, and the tip of the knife was half an inch away from Chang Su's chest.

Chang Su instinctively took a deep breath, and he began to regret that his chest muscles were too good.

Xu Xiao comforted him: "It doesn't matter, according to the rules of the game, as long as we don't scream and keep the volume below 60 decibels, these ghosts can't do anything to us."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, he raised his head inadvertently, and saw Hanako's head, which had protruded from the top of the toilet door.

Hanako grinned, and the blood dripping from its eyes was falling on his shoulders.

Chang Su was even worse. At 1.9 meters tall, he almost gave Hanako a close kiss.

"…"

Thanks to the good psychological quality of these two people, if they were replaced by other weaker players, after this series of shocks, there is a 70-80% chance of screaming on the spot.

Then there will be a dead end.

Xu Xiao closed his eyes: "Forget it, I don't really want to find props anymore. Let's just spend two hours here and go out after the official start."

"Alas." Chang Su sighed inexplicably, "I don't know, little... little girl, where did you go, I remember her... she... was a little afraid of this kind of thing."

"Don't worry too much, think for the best, since we can be together, then if you fail, maybe you will be with Orange."

"But...hopefully..."

Unfortunately, Xu Xiao's vision did not come true.

Wu Shijiu was not very lucky, this time he traveled alone.

She was squatting in a dark and damp old-fashioned two-story building at the moment, dumbfounded and petrified, staring at the disrepaired wooden staircase.

The stairs made an overwhelming clatter, and someone climbed down.

...Or to be more precise, a ghost has climbed down.

The female ghost had disheveled hair, ragged clothes, crooked nails, and crawled slowly on two legs.

Its face was rotten, with bloodstains vertically and horizontally against its pale skin, and its dark and hollow eyes stared like copper bells.

From its throat, the strange bubble sound of Gululu continued to overflow, and in such a quiet environment, it became more and more eerie.

In all fairness, Wu Shijiu is quite courageous among girls, not afraid of heights, not afraid of darkness, and not afraid of bullets.

But only one thing, she is afraid of ghosts.

The unpredictable spiritual existence is the most terrifying.

While covering her mouth tightly to avoid shouting out, she moved behind the sofa, trying to distance herself from the female ghost.

However, the female ghost still crawled closer and closer.

She growled silently in her heart.

- Who is going to save me, **** it! !

…and then the miracle happened.

The fairy came down to save her.

The sound of footsteps approached, and from the bedroom behind him, a girl walked out of the door.

The girl took a small step in front of her, stretched her arms, and made a dance-like gesture towards the female ghost, her behavior was slightly confused.

Unexpectedly, this confusing behavior actually worked.

The female ghost was still roaring like boiling water, but her hands and feet suddenly changed direction and consciously climbed back to the second floor.

Wu Shijiu: "?"

She stood up rubbing her numb legs and looked at each other in shock.

The girl held her hair in a bun with a wooden hairpin, and wore an improved kimono cardigan with apricot cherry blossom pattern.

The girl turned around, folded her hands, bowed politely, and spoke softly when she opened her mouth.

"Simimarsai, did you scare you?"

Wu Shijiu quickly waved his hand and asked curiously, "Miss, where are you calling? Are you Japanese?"

"Mixed Chinese and Japanese." The girl reached out her hand kindly, "Ayako Guanyue, twenty-seven years old, nice to meet you."

Her speaking style has the obvious strangeness of foreigners learning Chinese. Mandarin is not very standard, and her accent is a bit strange and cute.

"My name is Wu Shijiu, I'm twenty years old." Wu Shijiu held her hand and looked around nervously, "Sister Lingzi, what the **** was that just now? I've hardly seen horror movies since I was a child, and I have no experience. ."

Guanyue Lingzi said, "That's Mr. Jia."

"...Ah? Who?"

"Father clip." Guanyue Lingzi repeated patiently, "Rash Slipper clip father, they are all images of Japanese horror movies, very... very typical, very famous, very scary."

It can be seen that she is also struggling to figure out these adjectives.

Wu Shijiu seemed to understand, but he didn't quite understand, but he still nodded and praised business.

"It's amazing, that little sister, can you tell me how you exorcised the ghost just now? How... how could it be possible that the ghost ran away as soon as you danced?"

Guanyue Ayako smiled slightly: "That's not dancing, it's my own system buff."

"what?"

"I used to be in the [Spiritual Survival] system, ace player."