Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

Chapter 547 Weird rumors about rules? He is scarier than ghost stories 08

After staring at the picture for a while, Yan Feng looked away without changing his expression.

Jiang Wusheng asked him from the side: "Don't you feel scared when you see this scene?"

Yan Feng scratched his head.

So he should show some fear?

But doing it like this now seems a bit fake.

So after struggling for a moment, Yan Feng simply shook his head and said, "It didn't happen to me. If you become like this, then maybe I will feel really horrible."

After all, you are seeing things through the screen now.

Even if I tell you what is happening around you, you will subconsciously equate it with scenes in TV dramas.

The blood was not splashed directly on the face.

The taste of fear is certainly not that obvious.

Jiang Wusheng can understand.

So he just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Feng asked him: "Do you know how this person died?"

"I know," Jiang Wusheng nodded and said, "Last night when it was darkest, a black figure opened their door and walked into their room. The black figure looked like a person, but his facial features were blurry. . In short, after pulling this participant out of the bed, his body was shattered during the process of crushing and tearing, and it became what you see now."

Jiang Wusheng explained briskly and simply.

The emotions in his eyebrows made Yan Feng feel that he was still missing the scenes he saw last night.

The mood is slightly complicated.

Yan Feng paused for a moment before asking him again: "You exercised for two hours last night, didn't you feel tired? What time did you stay up until you went to bed?"

"I fell asleep when I saw that dark figure's behavior was over."

Jiang Wusheng said: "After all, it is such an interesting thing. Wouldn't it be a pity to give up watching it just because you want to sleep?"

It is indeed a pure perversion.

Yan Feng saw it clearly.

As for Jiang Wusheng, after pausing for a few seconds, he took the initiative to continue explaining to him and said: "Look at the living person, there is nothing missing in him. So the exchange between the two of them yesterday should be the most important. Simple hair, nails and stuff like that.”

"When sleeping at night, if something is accidentally dropped from the hand, it will make it feel that the person has lost his blessing."

"Of course, this is just my guess."

"But it also proves that our choice is right. After all, the food we eat will not leave the body so quickly, am I right?"

When Jiang Wusheng said the last thing, his eyes towards Yan Feng became a little more meaningful.

Yan Feng really understood what his expression meant.

But it was broad daylight now, and although his waist didn't hurt that much, he had no intention of doing those things with Jiang Wusheng under surveillance.

So just pretend you didn’t hear what the other person said at all.

Yan Feng looked away and asked the red panda in his mind how correct Jiang Wusheng's guesses were.

The answer given by the red panda is all correct.

Just like he said.

That group exchanged each other's nails.

One of them clenched his nails and was shaking all night long.

And the other one fell asleep.

The hand holding the nails subconsciously spread out.

The nails fell out of the hands and attracted the monster.

Other groups fare a little better than they do.

Although everyone exchanged some simple things, no one let go of the things, so no one had the mechanism to trigger the appearance of monsters again.

But even so, looking at the surveillance screen, Yan Feng soon discovered that the mental state of some people in the other groups seemed to be not right.

[That was the situation after taking the wrong medicine yesterday.] The red panda reminded him in his mind: [If you take the wrong medicine that you should not take, it will not directly come to you. But you will gradually have hallucinations, corresponding to the new sentence that appears above today's rules. 】

Always remember that your roommates are human beings.

But when the drugs in the body completely take effect, people can no longer hold on to this idea under the influence of visual hallucinations.

Some people start to behave strangely.

Some people took the initiative to escape from their roommates.

In short, most of the expressions when everyone looked at their roommates became strange. On the contrary, there are a few people who didn't take any medicine at all yesterday, and now they can barely maintain normalcy.

Realizing this, Yan Feng raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Wusheng beside him asked him: "How strong is your tolerance for bloody scenes?"

Yan Feng blinked.

Before he could answer, Jiang Wusheng continued: "If your acceptance is not that strong, you should stop looking at this scene from now on."

He motioned to the tablet on the table.

Yan Feng asked him: "Why?"

"Because this game only lasts for three days, usually the second day is when the most people are eliminated."

Jiang Wusheng said: "Whether it's humans killing each other, or it appearing, devouring humans like last night, today will be the most common. If these things will cause psychological trauma to you, then we will start from now on, Just put this together.”

As he spoke, he pushed down the tablet on the table.

He made a gesture as if he could accompany Yan Feng and stop looking.

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment: "Don't you really like those pictures?"

After all, for a psychopathic person, when he is trying to restrain himself from killing someone, this kind of death scene can be regarded as some antidote to soothe his spirit.

Yan Feng didn't understand.

But that's what the red panda told him.

No matter how normal human medicine judges it, at least in the novels of this world, Jiang Wusheng relies on the stimulation of this picture and his own amazing willpower to control himself and never pick up a butcher knife in the real world.

However, this time he actually gave up his antidote, which surprised Yan Feng.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wusheng just shook his head indifferently.

Looking into Yan Feng's eyes, he said: "It doesn't matter if you don't need those for today."

Because I got better stimulation and joy.

And I am also more interested in other things.

If now Yan Feng could abandon those insignificant face issues and not care about the cameras around him. If Jiang Wusheng was willing to follow him through his imperfect exercise last night, Jiang Wusheng felt that it was not impossible for him to even give up his attachment to death.

Yan Feng is the most perfect toy he has ever encountered in his life.

So he can't break his toys.

Just make sure he's physically and mentally healthy.