I play the horror world as a development game

"Let's get ready for the third one."

After confirming that the second photo was not the one Zhang Hong wanted, Qin Nuo picked up the third photo and prepared it according to the skilled operation.

"Today is my birthday, I didn't tell you, but you can remember it clearly, and like the roundworm in my stomach, you know what I want."

"When I opened the birthday present, we both smiled tacitly at each other. Because of my birthday, today's commemorative photo, I deliberately put on light makeup..."

With the click of the shutter button, the third photo freezes.

When Qin Nuo opened his eyes, he shook his head vigorously.

Standing up, he staggered again, and almost lost his footing. If he hadn't held on to the chair, he would have fallen to the ground.

With his palms on his abdomen, he didn't feel anything at the moment, but just now, Qin Nuo clearly felt a strong pain in his lower abdomen.

The same is true of fear and anxiety.

Qin Nuo took out the clearer photos.

Looking at Zhang Hong and herself in the photo.

Looking especially at himself in the photo, Qin Nuo seems to have discovered where the strange feeling is.

The self in the photo looks like a dead person!

===Chapter 776 is an understatement again===

Holding the photo, Qin Nuo felt a chill down his back the more he looked at it.

Compared with Zhang Hong, in the photo, his face gradually lost all color, and he looked a little pale, with sunken muscles on both sides of his face, and protruding and bloodshot eyes.

Looking at the camera, his eyes were almost lifeless, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was even more stiff compared to the previous two photos.

At first glance, it looks like a dead person...

Said to be dead, more like a living dead.

Especially penetrating...

Qin Nuo frowned slightly, and turned to look at his real self in the mirror. On the contrary, he was full of vitality, not at all the sickly state of the dead in the photo.

The remaining blurry photos were placed on the table, and Qin Nuo picked them up and compared them one by one.

After pondering for a while, he continued to pick up one, looked at the time, and continued to try to clarify one.

"Today is your birthday, and our birthdays are on the same day one month apart. You like many things, but I know what you want today."

"I have spent a lot of thought and prepared carefully, and presented it in front of you, hey, why are you crying? Oh, I understand, the tears of being moved, in fact, there is no need to be like this. In order to support this family in the past two years, you are really lucky. I'm sorry for you, there's nothing I can do, I can only be a safe haven for you to snuggle at any time when you're tired."

"Don't cry, I'm taking pictures now!"

In the fourth photo, it was her boyfriend's birthday, and Zhang Hong talked a lot.

Qin Nuo listened, with a delicate and intimate touch, a faint fragrance in his nose, and his throat moved: "Honey, you seem to talk a lot today?"

"Are you starting to dislike me?"

"How come, I will always be with you."

While talking, Qin Nuo looked at the camera in front of him, and some thoughts appeared in his heart.

With a click, the fourth photo was also frozen.

Under the flashing light, Qin Nuo staggered from the chair and half-kneeled on the ground, his consciousness was blurred, and at the same time as there was pain in his abdomen, his brain was inexplicably occupied by a strong desire.

Because of this desire, some saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although these feelings quickly disappeared in a few seconds, Qin Nuo basically confirmed his guess.

Standing up, he cleared up the fourth photo. In the photo, Qin Nuo's "dead face" was more obvious. Not only the facial muscles were atrophied, but even the eye frames were sunken.

Whether it is body or spirit, it feels like being drained dry.

But Zhang Hong still didn't change at all, her smile retained that sweetness.

"From the wedding anniversary, 520 Valentine's Day, Zhang Hong's birthday, and my birthday, the dates of these four photos are all in order."

"But I obviously shuffled the photos and randomly selected them, but they became completely orderly."

"It's not accidental, but the owner of the photos is manipulating the order of the photos."

"According to this order, the next one worth commemorating to take pictures is the Qixi Festival."

"My shots became clear one by one, and it was more like walking into a trap step by step, Zhang Hong's trap!"

Qin Nuo's eyes flickered and his face was solemn.

From the first photo, something must have happened to Zhang Hong's boyfriend.

The truth is definitely not as happy and sweet as what Zhang Hong said. From this point of view, the short story formulated by the theme is also false, and it is misleading the players.

"Another pitfall, can you play the game normally and be more friendly to players?"

Qin Nuo pondered, and didn't rush to clear the next photo. Who knows what will happen to him when the shutter button is pressed?

Standing up, Qin Nuo went to Luo Xun's room first.

Knocked on the door, but there was no response. Qin Nuo was at the door, coughed twice, and then said: "Well, Miss Luo, you are very predictable. I did slip my tongue just now. I need your help now. Are you free? Is it?"

There was still no response, time was running out, so Qin Nuo could only open the door first, curious to see how Luo Xun played the game of No. 9 photo studio.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a scene of holding his breath.

Beside the window, Luo Xun was wearing a tight-fitting black cheongsam, drawing the protruding or slender figure into a proud and exquisite curve, her black hair was scattered, and she was holding a small folding fan in her jade hand. Bo reveals a cold and arrogant spirit.

It looked like he was about to change his suit, but the two buttons on his fragrant neck were undone, revealing a piece of clean white skin on his chest, which made his throat dry.

The timing of this entry seems to be premeditated, and it is unbelievable to say that it was unintentional.

Qin Nuo wanted to explain, but his eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet, he moved away, and looked back at that place subconsciously, as if it was an instinctive reaction.

Now, no matter how I explain it, I feel like I can't tear off the hooligan label on my body...

"Does it look good?"

"I'm fascinated by it, do you want to continue to unbutton it?" Facing Qin Nuo's dull eyes, Luo Xun didn't get angry, but asked.

"Okay... bah, I knocked on the door and asked if I could come in." Qin Nuo still explained.

"I know."

Luo Xun fastened the buttons again, took off the headband on her hair, and the smooth, shiny black hair immediately spread out like waves.

"Tell me, what's the problem?"

Qin Nuo didn't rush to speak, but asked, "Have you solved your horror-themed mission?"

"solved."

Luo Xun nodded slightly: "Actually, we don't need to spend a lot of time looking for the photo they want, they know where it is by themselves."

"That old woman entrusted me to find the family photos of her vicious son and daughter-in-law. She seems to be seeking revenge, but actually she wants to harm me."

"When I took pictures, I noticed something strange."

Qin Nuo's eyes flickered: "Then what do you do?"

"I have good intentions for the older generation, but if you don't respect the old, you don't have to come out and hurt people with an old bone."

Luo Xun said lightly, her slender hands showed signs of ghostly transformation, and her fingertips revealed a lavender glow.

With a pinch of two fingers, it was actually a golden order hidden in the crack of space!

"She seemed to be pushed off the balcony to death by her own son and daughter-in-law, and I let her experience that feeling again."

Luo Xun glanced to the side with her beautiful eyes, and said slowly.

Qin Nuo followed this gaze and clearly saw that there was a pool of blood on that plastic chair.

Moreover, on the chair, there is still a steady stream of blood, dripping down the armrest and chair legs...

===Chapter 777 Hardcore breakthrough stay here===

Chi la la.

Blood dripped from the chair, the sticky black blood was seeping, and there was still a seemingly absent sound of grief in my ears.

Qin Nuo looked at it, and said in his heart that he finally found someone who was similar to Sister Sin, who didn't talk too much.

If you want to talk about the only difference between the two, it might be that Sister Sin lacks the emotions that ordinary people should have, while Luo Xun still retains some emotions, but her personality tends to be indifferent.

This makes the two of them seem to have no difference, it's a pity that they are not good sisters!

At this time, there was some movement on the table.

A few distorted words appeared on the prophecy board.

"I'm an old woman, my bones are falling apart, and my feet are half in the coffin. My daughter, it's really rude of you..."

Luo Xun glanced at her, and said lightly, "If you want to blame, it's your fault."

New fonts continued to appear on the oracle board: "This is not how the game is played."

"If you want to leave, you need my permission to play according to the rules of this photo studio, understand?"

Luo Xun watched, then nodded slightly: "Understood, it means being stubborn."

After finishing speaking, she grabbed a golden order and crushed it with her jade hands, and the scattered brilliance merged with Huangquan.

Click!

The cracking sound was particularly clear. Qin Nuo turned his head and looked, and saw a large number of cracks on the wooden chair legs.

A large amount of sawdust fell off the floor, and splashes of blood splashed on the floor.

The sound of grief and resentment that seemed to exist and seemed to be absent directly turned into a shrill scream.

"You made a little mistake. If I want to, the whole game of the photo studio can be played according to my plan."

"It's just annoying."

"So, how do you express your opinion?"

A few crooked words soon appeared on the prophecy board: "I...I think I found the photo I wanted, thank you girl, let's go quickly, please, spare me an old woman..."

Luo Xun saw it, so she withdrew her hand and smiled slightly: "You're welcome."

"Helping the older generation is a virtue for us young people."

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The corner of Qin Nuo's mouth twitched twice.

Really hardcore game play!

My rules are rules?

It's a pity that this kind of hard core is only limited to herself, otherwise Qin Nuo really doesn't want to be so tired, and wants to enjoy the feeling of really lying down and winning.

Soon, the so-called survivors who left the playground appeared on the table.

It's a black quill.

Luo Xun took it off, looked at it twice, and then crushed it with one hand.

Qin Nuo looked slightly stunned: "What do you mean?"

"No, I can walk through the main entrance at any time after completing the necessary steps of the game. Playing the game is just a cutscene, nothing more."

Throwing away the quill, Luo Xun looked at Qin Nuo: "So, how is your progress? What problems did you encounter?"

Qin Nuo was also polite, and told Luo Xun about his current difficulties.

Luo Xun's mind was not bad, and she immediately had the same idea as Qin Nuo.

"The story of order is false, and the photos seen with the naked eye are not necessarily true."

"In horror games, there are many truths and endings that players did not expect."

"In the photo, Zhang Hong plays a happy woman who is doted on by marriage and love. Obviously, the truth is not like this. Even what she said in your ear later is false." Luo Xun said casually.

Qin Nuo smiled: "Smart as I thought."

Luo Xun looked at Qin Nuo, her beautiful face remained unchanged, but she seemed to be expressing her speechlessness.

Qin Nuo had a weird expression and asked, "What kind of look is this? I'm serious. I've guessed everything you've guessed."

"Think about why, every time you take a photo, you feel unwell all over your body?"