Horror game: opening scare system

It's a lively place, but not particularly lively.

This is a busy city in a slum area, so it is naturally not as good as a rich area.

The surrounding building walls showed a dusty feeling in the setting sun, the doors of the shops on the ground floor were wide open, and the streets were full of people.

Newspapers, leaflets, etc. are riding the wind, dancing to the sound of advertisements broadcast by unknown small TVs, and interacting with the graffiti sprayed on the walls.

At an intersection, there was a man whose dress was out of tune with the crowd around him.

He wears a clown mask with a white face, green hair, and a big round red nose.

The mouth of the mask is also red, and it is an exaggerated smile that stretches the corners of the mouth to the back of the ear.

The man was dancing in a clown suit and ill-fitting, oddly shaped curved shoes.

His dancing is neither cool nor aesthetic, it just makes people feel funny and interesting.

A huge billboard was held above his head, and people came and went, indifferent to his funny dance moves, and equally indifferent to the movie promotion of a certain manufacturer on the advertisement.

He is not playing a clown, but in this society, he seems to be a real clown.

This man is Arthur.

As Zhang Xun thought, his work is not wonderful.

And while Arthur was trying to attract the attention of others, three young people about 20 years old came out from the alley on the other side.

Their hair was combed beautifully, their clothes were fancy, and they wore expensive clothes.

Obviously they don't belong to the ghetto, they are the children of noble families from the rich area.

Unlike the people in the slums, they who were used to living in the rich areas were attracted by the ridiculous Arthur as soon as they came out.

So Arthur was not only ridiculous, but also pathetic.

You can't see these in the rich area, and the three young people are very interested in Arthur.

But they have lived in the rich district since they were young, and they have already developed extremely bad habits subconsciously.

To them, Arthur is not a person, but a different toy.

They looked at each other, then walked towards Arthur as if nothing had happened.

Arthur hasn't found it yet, or Arthur has found three people, but he didn't find the malice emanating from the three people.

He is still working hard for his work.

At this moment, three young men walked in.

Arthur didn't react at all, one of the young men immediately hugged him from behind, and then the second young man came up to Arthur and kicked Arthur in the stomach.

Arthur suffered from pain and hunched up like a shrimp. He let go of his hands, and the billboard fell, and was snatched away by a third young man.

The young people excitedly shouted "Run! Run!"

Arthur resisted the discomfort in his abdomen, struggled to stand up, and then staggered to chase the three of them.

Billboards belong to the company's property, and he is responsible for any problems.

But obviously, he couldn't afford it.

The director gave all the actors salaries to let them play freely, but Arthur was a real poor guy who was kept in the dark.

The suit was so ill-fitting that Arthur had a hard time chasing it, nearly falling, or falling and getting up several times.

I pushed passers-by several times, causing scolding and stares, crossed the road several times, and was almost knocked over by a passing car.

Finally, the three young men got into a small alley, and Arthur chased them in.

He aimed at the young man holding the billboard, rushed up and grabbed the billboard.

Arthur yelled, "Give it back, please!"

But the young man ignored Arthur's begging, and instead pulled harder.

Finally, with a "stab", the billboard could no longer withstand the tearing of the two and split into two halves.

At this moment, Arthur's heart fell directly to the bottom.

He could only pray that the company would fine him less, since the billboard wasn't lost or rendered irrecoverable.

However, just as Arthur was in a daze, the three young men attacked Arthur.

The first to attack was the one who snatched the billboard with Arthur. He dropped the billboard in his hand and kicked Arthur directly on the lower body.

At this moment, Arthur's eyes were tearing apart, and he couldn't make any sound.

He covered his lower body with his hands, knelt down on the ground slowly, and let out some unknown humming sounds from his throat.

Then, as he was kicked to the ground by another young man, three young men beat him up.

The three of them surrounded Arthur, punching and kicking.

Only a smile can be seen on Arthur's masked face, because the mask smiles.

He covered his lower body with his hands, curled up, and silently endured the attacks of the three young men.

Through the holes in the mask, his eyes could see the direction of the alley entrance, where many people passed by.

Some people ignore it directly, some have nothing to do with it, and some stand on the sidelines.

Only no one chose to come up to help Arthur.

Aggrieved?

Wronged.

Does it hurt?

pain.

Resentment?

resentment.

I don't know how long it took, but no one was watching anymore, and the three young men who had had enough beating also left.

Arthur was left alone, lying in the alley in the same position as when he was beaten, with a destroyed billboard for company.

After a long time, Arthur moved his body.

He lay on his back, and then took off the mask on his head weakly.

Tears rolled down his cheeks, but his face was smiling like the mask.

Arthur stared blankly at the blackened sky, it was late.

He doesn't know why he smiles, maybe it's because his mother told him to keep smiling, or maybe he just can't help it.

Can't control yourself?

"Ha ha......"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Arthur in the alley laughed wildly uncontrollably.

He couldn't stop laughing, laughing all the time.

Laugh until you cry, laugh until you spit, laugh until your belly hurts, laugh until you can't breathe.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Arthur, who was out of breath from laughing, began to cough. He laughed and coughed, coughed and cried, and cried and laughed.

He keeps laughing.

Maybe 10 minutes, maybe two 10 minutes.

Arthur finally stopped.

He stood up, picked up the broken billboard, and turned around lonely.

His face was expressionless.

Arthur walked in the dark, alone.The dim yellow light hanging on the wall cast a long shadow on him.

It was a thin, thin, lonely figure.

Arthur came to the downstairs of the company with the billboard in his arms, and everyone had already left.

So he hugged his things again and dragged his body to go elsewhere.

He didn't choose to go home first, but came to an inconspicuous small place.

Before opening the door and going in, there happened to be a man with a bad face coming out of the small shop.

The decoration inside the small shop is ordinary, the space is not big, and it is full of books on psychology and psychiatry.

And behind the only table, sat a middle-aged woman in a white coat.