Horror game: opening scare system

Yoyo woke up, she was lying on the bed.

As soon as you open your eyes, you can see the old and yellowed ceiling, and as soon as you open your eyes, you can grasp the flowered quilt covering your body. As soon as you open your eyes, you feel an indescribable sense of weakness.

It's been a long time, a long time...

Has it been a month?

Zhao Jiren was lying on the bed, his brain was a little empty, it seemed that it had been less than a month, but his most recent memory was always being bedridden, which always made him feel as if a century had passed.

It would be great if a century has passed, at least it means that he is a long-lived person.

In fact, he was originally a little old man with a healthy body, and he was not yet 70 years old this year, but a few days ago, he suddenly became like this.

Villagers dead at home with tattoos on their faces, grotesque parcels and grisly black statues.

It seems that life is going on normally except that he is getting weaker day by day, but he didn't know why a while ago, he always felt that his son Zhao Ping was plotting to kill him.

If memory serves me...

He remembered that he woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare. When he woke up, he was sweating profusely. It was dark and silent, but he could hear whispers outside the door.

It was the voice of his son and daughter-in-law. He heard them say that he was useless lying in bed every day, and he had to be taken care of by others, and he had to eat for one more person. ...

He listened with bated breath, didn't dare to make a sound, stretched out his hand to touch, and found that his wife was not on the bed, and he didn't know when he had left.

Soon he heard his wife's voice again. She made porridge for her son and daughter-in-law.

Why does she have to get up in the middle of the night to cook?

Did she join them too?

Is she going to kill herself too?

When he thought that the person next to him would kill him, he felt as if he had fallen into a vortex of fear.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and he quickly closed his eyes, not daring to move, trying to restrain his breathing, making him look like he was still asleep.

When he heard the movement, he could feel that someone had lifted the quilt and went to bed, it should be his wife.

Hearing the breathing of the person next to him in the deep night, he dared not fall asleep for a long time, fearing that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again.

Soon he heard movement outside the door. His son and daughter-in-law should have finished eating. They cleaned up the dishes, and then fell into silence. No other sounds?

Did you go to sleep?

They won't do anything tonight?

This made him feel a little bit fortunate, but at this moment he still dare not fall asleep. He didn't know how long he stayed up at night before he gradually fell asleep amidst the snoring sound of his wife sleeping soundly, and then greeted the sunshine of the next day as always.

After that, he encountered similar things for several nights in a row, and he started to seek help from the Demon Suppression Team out of fear.

However, the people from the Demon Suppressing Team didn't find any abnormality, and even the weird black statue disappeared when the Demon Suppressing Team came to investigate, which is too strange.

But fortunately, he has never encountered the weird hallucinations of his son wanting to murder himself, or the fact... In short, he has never encountered the kind of thing that made him fearful. Until now, it has made him endure I couldn't help wondering if the things I encountered in those few nights were hallucinations caused by my sleepiness.

But later, that weird black statue came back, and with the return of the statue, his body weakened faster, coupled with the fact that the materials about the blasphemous church were released not long ago, this made him have to go to the town again The magic group calls for help.

Now that I think about it, maybe the people sent by the Demon Suppressing Group should have arrived this time.

Lie on the bed for a while, retracting the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Zhao Jiren regained some strength.

He turned his body slightly, stretched out his hand to touch the bedside table, and finally found a small clock, which was brought back by his son a few years ago, and was used by the old couple in the house to tell the time.

The time indicated on the small clock is ten forty-seven.

And so again...

Zhao Jiren put the clock back on the bedside table, stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, felt the tumbling sea in his stomach, and listened to the gurgling sound inside.

He felt that he should be hungry, but his body didn't make him feel hungry.

Just sleep, almost half of the next day has passed, even if he went to bed early, it was the same every day.

Since becoming like this for some unknown reason, he has always felt extremely tired and needs to sleep for a long time every day, and he also sleeps intermittently for several times when he is active.

Even if he was lying on the bed all the time, the only activity he got off the ground was going to the toilet, and that alone still made him feel exhausted.

It was as if all his strength had been exhausted just by taking two steps.

After trying again, Zhao Jiren supported his weak body and sat up from the bed. His hand touched something hard. It was sharp and smooth, not rough.

Startled for a moment, he immediately picked up the hard object and looked at it. As expected, a black familiar object came into view.

It was a small black statue, about the size of an outstretched walking stick.

The statue is pure black with no visible texture. There is a cylindrical base on the bottom and a goat idol with only one foot on the top. Some unspeakable evil or a cold gaze from the abyss.

Just as soon as he saw this thing, a sense of anger rose from the bottom of Zhao Jiren's heart.

"Back again! Back again!"

Zhao Jiren let out a roar of shock and anger, raised his hand and threw the statue to the ground.

The pitch-black statue fell to the ground and made a crashing sound, but it was not damaged. Instead, it made a small depression in the floor.

Bang!

The door was pushed open, and a young man who resembled Zhao Jiren ran in. He quickly came to Zhao Jiren's side and asked anxiously, "Father, what's the matter? What happened?"

Then he glanced down, and he also saw the dark statue.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jiren's voice of breaking down in anger came from beside him.

"It's back! It's back!" Zhao Ji pointed at the statue on the ground, trembling all over his body, "I threw that thing into the toilet yesterday, and it's back! Xiaoping, look Come on, did you see it yesterday? You watched me throw it into the toilet, right!?"

"Yes, that's right, I've seen it all..." Zhao Ping responded to his father's words with an unusually heavy heart, and the dark idol brought him an indescribably heavy and oppressive feeling.

As he spoke, he stood up...