Shura Field Player

——When you encounter danger, you don't need to run faster than the danger, you just need to run faster than the people around you.

That's what he thought before. After all, there are so many people. What if he is lucky and the monster chooses to find someone else instead of coming to him?

As long as I can be saved, what does the life and death of other people have to do with me?At the very beginning, he wished in his heart that other people would become the prey of that monster...

But now that he has become the prey being targeted, Claude's thoughts in his heart have taken a 180-degree turn. He is afraid that he will be abandoned by others, so that he will follow the original disdainful Abel and Victoria... the performance of the whole person can be said to be quite real.

It's just that because he put all his attention on the two people in front of him, he didn't notice what happened behind him.

——In the snow field where there should have only been the footprints of the three of them, there was a pair of brand new palm prints.

To be precise, brand new palm prints appeared next to Claude's footprints. These palms appeared as Claude's feet fell, and then disappeared when they were lifted up. Perfectly in sync with his pace.

From the looks of it, it was as if there was an invisible existence in the wind and snow, standing upside down by Claude's side and step by step with him...

However, Claude has never noticed this weird and terrifying scene, and he is still walking with the invisible monster beside him... all the way.

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Meanwhile, on the side of the villa.

Rohard and Smith, who had been standing by the window with their shotguns in their arms, were waiting for the car to return. At the same time, they discovered some changes in front of the courtyard on the first floor of the villa.

The distorted corpse of Bob that was thrown down before suddenly disappeared under their noses without knowing when.

— in the blink of an eye.

The disappearance of the corpse represented the return of the unknown monster. While cursing viciously, Rohard and Smith opened their eyes wide and began to search for any signs of trouble in the courtyard below.

But to their disappointment, apart from the unusual sudden disappearance of Bob's body, there was no change in the villa in the next half hour.

The night was dark, and the wind and snow outside became bigger and bigger.

"Don't we need to make some other preparations?"

He stayed by Bai Zhi's side all the time, looking at the snowflakes that were getting bigger and bigger and seemed to cover the whole world, Xia Wen asked worriedly.

There are still a few hours before dawn, but she doubts how many people here will be able to persist until dawn.

Bob died tragically in the bathroom, Eric was taken away by the car, Joshua, Claude, and Abel chose to leave the villa to fend for themselves.

Rohard, Smith, Ai Ni, and Shuka chose to stay in the villa to fight against the monsters. Victoria and two other people who were completely frightened hid in the basement of the villa and locked the door tightly.

All counted together, a total of 12 people.

"If we don't do anything, by the end of the story, the score of the story will not be very high?"

"I ask you a question, what kind of story do you think is called a high score?"

He didn't mean to answer Xia Wen's question, instead Bai Zhi turned his head and asked him back.

"...No survivors?"

After thinking for a while, Xia Wen spoke with some uncertainty.

"From the perspective of a spooky story, the content of the story should be scary enough, full of suspense and thriller factors, and then bring deep emotions to the people in the story at the end, just like the one in the [Mist] movie who is rescued. Just as desperate as the male protagonist who shot and killed the whole family just before... maybe?"

"If there is something to score our ongoing story, what do you think it will be? What kind of standard will it use to score us?"

Xia Wen's answer to the previous question was noncommittal, and Bai Zhi asked the next question.

"The scoring criteria... isn't it a strange story?"

Xia Wen was slightly taken aback.

"The name of this story is [Monster], so this is a weird story created with monsters as the core blueprint. What we have to do is..."

"That book didn't say it was a spooky story. It didn't mention it from the beginning to the end. It just said that there would be monsters."

Interrupting Xia Wen's words, Bai Zhi shook his head.

"Don't use the dungeon name as a reference, that is before the dungeon has a mutation, and after the dungeon has a mutation, no one knows what's going on in the dungeon."

"Uh...Could it be that we are going to show our prowess and kill that monster now, and then immediately change from a weird story to a superhero story? But that's clearly going to an absurd place..."

Sitting beside Bai Zhi with his legs crossed, Xia Wen seemed a little distressed.

"Under the premise that no clear scoring rules have been given at all, we are too restricted. If it is scored according to the standard strange story, I can hold the gasoline barrel and die with that monster right now. , so maybe it can be more heroic...Anyway, there is enough wine here."

"You misunderstood a concept at the very beginning, you confused the system with the strange talk."

Shaking his head slightly, Bai Zhi looked noncommittal.

"Although it is said that each ghost story has its own set of rules for its own operation, the ghost story itself does not give such detailed rules. It requires the careful observation and discovery of the players to come up with...the scoring rules It's hidden, understand?"

"Uh……"

"The strange story in this story did not say that there would be scoring rules, nor did it say that if the score is less than six points, you will be punished mysteriously. These are all information given by the system, not the information given by the strange story. The system is not equal to the strange story. .”

Stretching out a finger in front of him and shaking it, Bai Zhi said flatly.

"If you remove the extra information aid that the system gave us, then it is actually already obvious that this is a very common horror story about monsters, and we want to use ordinary people in this horror story. Survive your identity."

"Then the scoring standard is..."

"Let's put it this way, do you think this is a written story, or a story we're writing?"

Bai Zhi shook his head.

"My personal tendency is the first one. In a story that has already been written and has a doomed ending, we play the roles in the story, so as to make a series of fine-tuning to the story itself."

"...It's like the infinite stream in the Internet?"

After thinking for a while, Xia Wen looked thoughtful.

"Actually, the same can be said, but it is slightly different, for example, we can't expose ourselves... You can think of this as a movie that is being released."

Bai Zhi snapped his fingers.

"We are like actors in a movie story, and the people who score are the audience watching the movie. Once the audience thinks that the play is good, the score will drop, but if the plot is exciting, the score will rise. In the same way, here we randomly enter In the story played, if the story becomes more exciting than the original story, then our rating will be higher, but if the story collapses, then the rating will be lower... This is the so-called scoring standard. "

"Hmm... I probably understand."

After frowning for a long time in his mind, Xia Wen nodded.

"Actually, it doesn't matter whether it's scary or not, but the plot has to be exciting, right?"

"Although this is the case, under the framework of this kind of story that has already set the background and premise, no matter how exciting the plot is, how wonderful can it be?"

He yawned again, and Bai Zhi curled his lips.

"The background of horror, mystery and thriller has been set. Based on this framework, if other additional factors are to be extended, the whole story will become a four-dimensional image, so in fact, we have nothing... wait for danger When the time comes, you immediately pretend to be dead."

Suddenly glanced out of the window, narrowed his eyes slightly, stopped what he was saying, and Bai Zhi spoke to Xia Wen beside him.

"There's a lot of wine here, so you remember to put more in your backpack, but you have to make sure that all the wine you put in your backpack can be consumed before leaving the story, understand?"

"Uh... the heroine shouldn't die so easily, right?"

After hearing Bai Zhi's words, the corners of Xia Wen's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly.

"And there are so many more..."

"We need a great story."

Looking back at the other party full of deep meaning, Bai Zhi stretched out his hand and patted Xia Wen's shoulder, and she encouraged her.

"Come on, you are the best."

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Chapter 550 Seven Bai Zhi Never Holds a Grudge (4K)

The cold wind howled and the snow fell.

After finally seeing the bright light projected from the side of the villa, Claude, whose whole body was almost frozen, couldn't help but burst into tears.

At this time, the snow was not as deep as the calf, and it seemed quite strenuous to trek in the snow. If he still couldn't make it, Claude felt that he would not be able to hold on for long.

So he couldn't figure it out, it's just that his body couldn't compare to Abel, why couldn't he compare to Victoria who is a girl?Is my physical fitness that bad?

Looking at the ease of the two people in front, it seems that without him as the oil bottle, the other party can even fly back to the villa with great strides...

As they approached, Rohard and Smith, who were guarding the window on the second floor, also found them, but before Claude waved to them, he saw them roaring towards him Raising the shotgun here, he yelled words to stop his progress.

"........."

Hearing the fragmentary words conveyed by the cold wind from over there, Claude stopped in a daze.

... around?What's next to me?

Moving his eyes a little strangely, with the light refracted by the snowdrift, Claude saw quite clearly the two deep pits standing at his feet... or the palm prints.

In an instant, it was as if a basin of bone-chilling cold water was poured straight down on his head, and he felt as if his blood had froze.

Turning around in a daze, he saw the traces left by the invisible monster that accompanied him all the way and followed him all the time.

But at this moment, the numb feeling like being shocked by an electric shock that he felt in the cabin before was transmitted to his whole body again, his body began to become numb, and his movements also slowed down. The hands grabbed him together, and dragged his body towards the snow.

This series of changes happened very briefly, just in a few seconds. When Abel and Victoria, who were walking in front, realized that something was wrong and turned around, accompanied by the sudden increase in strength from the ankle, they His figure disappeared into the snow without a sound.

"........."

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ji Mo's complexion suddenly sank.

He raised his hand to prevent Victoria from going forward to find out, and walked to the place where Claude disappeared in an instant, and bent down with his back to Victoria.

After a while, he stood up again from the snow.

"The other party disappeared without any clues."

Looking back at Victoria behind him, Abel was expressionless.

"........."

After silently staring at Abel in front of him for a while, the other party didn't speak.

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10 minutes later, the second floor of the villa.

Although they expressed regret for what happened to Claude, who was innocently killed, Rohard and Smith expressed their warm welcome for Abel's return.