The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

--haven't seen you for a long time.

The affection contained in that handwriting is as gentle as a whisper between lovers, or like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, and they are saying their greetings close to each other after they finally meet.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Yilin read aloud slowly, and then put the parchment on the table again.

The next second, he frowned.

The black-haired young man felt his fingers, and was held by a force at this moment.

The opponent's hand was very cold, and although it was invisible to the naked eye, it was frighteningly strong.

Jiang Yilin kept exerting force, trying to break free from the shackles of the invisible ghost. After struggling for a few seconds, scp: 738 took the initiative to let go, which allowed the black-haired youth to breathe a sigh of relief.

- it's playing tricks on me...

Thinking of this, Jiang Yilin's eyes flickered several times with condensed expressions.

The little dough was still lying in his arms, he hadn't recovered his sanity, and Jiang Yilin couldn't communicate with it, asking what it saw on the devil's seat just now.

Judging from the Tickle Monster's excitement just now and the subsequent reaction, Jiang Yilin guessed that it should have seen some illusions that it was extremely yearning for.

The black-haired youth analyzed in his mind——

"As far as I know, scp: 999, the itchy monster, is a monster with special abilities in mental coercion, and it won't lose the wind when facing doctors from the Black Death."

"However, this containment object... was completely restrained by SCP:738... to invade the mind of the creature sitting on the seat through a higher-level illusion... It's quite tricky, as expected, it deserves to be said to be a keter level ?"

[Ding——Ding——]

[Detection——detection——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 65%]

The system's notification tone also rang synchronously.

——Now... what should I do?

Jiang Yilin looked at the Demon Throne that seemed to be motionless now, as if those frivolous movements just now were just his hallucinations.

However, this is not an illusion.

This is the weirdest containment in this room...a provocation to myself.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Jiang Yilin chewed these words between his lips and tongue.

He frowned, "That is to say... I knew each other before this dungeon and this containment?"

"—Then what is your identity?"

Everything seems to tell him that only by obediently sitting on this chair can he learn more information.

But thinking about the attitude of scp: 999 in this weird furniture just now, Jiang Yilin felt a little disgusted in his heart.

He didn't know if the characteristics of this monster would make people see something in the hallucinations that would arouse their desire.

The black-haired youth only hoped that... this monster would not treat him like this.

--if not……

"Otherwise, it would never have thought of the consequences it would have to bear."

Jiang Yilin said word by word.

Having made a decision, the black-haired young man gently rubbed the Tickle in his arms with his left hand, and stroked the handle on the back of the chair with his right hand.

He sat lightly on the high chair stool, resting his chin with one hand, his expression condensed, as if this throne was born because of him.

"Let me take a look... What kind of tricks does this keter-level containment want to play?

………………

When the black-haired youth sat on the throne, a voice appeared in his mind.

This voice was not the usual person whispering softly in his ear, but directly appeared in his consciousness, as if it had invaded his brain.

This sound is distorted and distorted, as if it came from another time and space.

"I'm really glad you listened to me, and it's an honor to have you in this seat, my dear."

"Generally speaking, people who want to sit in this seat will have plans, so please tell me, what do you want?"

"What is your desire? What are you yearning for? What is your desire to achieve urgently? People...things...can be."

"Dissect your heart to me and reveal it fully."

"--give it to me."

Hearing the deeper voice over there, as if it was tempting him, Jiang Yilin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked extremely calm.

"I'm just afraid that my wish will not come true for you."

"Oh? An unfulfilled wish."

The devil's voice paused for a moment, and gradually became interested again, "You might as well tell me, what is your wish?"

Jiang Yilin licked his lips, and tentatively said slowly, "My wish is to completely disappear the other consciousness that appeared in my mind, can you do it?"

Hearing Jiang Yilin's wish, the system let out an unintelligible laugh in his mind.

—Obviously, another consciousness refers to it.

"A great test...very smart, Mr. Jiang."

indeed.

In a sense, this is almost a paradox.

If the devil in this devil's seat is really able to fulfill everyone's wishes, as determined by the scp foundation, then no matter how unrealistic things are, as long as the corresponding price is paid, it [must] be completed .

However, the system was Jiang Yilin's guide, and it led Jiang Yilin into various dungeons, including this dungeon named scp foundation.

In other words, the existence of the system should be higher than this dungeon, and also higher than the devil's seat, just like a high-dimensional creature overlooking a low-dimensional creature.

From this point of reasoning, from a rational point of view, this demon should not know the existence of the system at all, unless...

——Unless this dungeon is not a game at all.

To some extent, they and the system exist as one, and they are the same existence as themselves. The world they live in is also the real world, not a world generated by a series of virtual data.

They are living beings too - just in a different dimension.

At this moment, Jiang Yilin's thoughts turned quickly. He folded his hands and sat quietly on the throne, waiting for the answer from the devil.

After a while, maybe only a few seconds, maybe a long time...

"I do not know how to answer you."

The demon was silent for a while, and said, "Your request is very interesting."

"I also really want to try to fulfill your wish, but I can tell you frankly that the possibility of me being able to do it is extremely low, and the price...may be too high for you to imagine."

——I can't imagine?

"What does this mean? Does it mean that I can't afford it?" the black-haired youth asked.

The demon laughed strangely, his voice was almost joyful, "No, it's not."

"It doesn't mean that you can't afford it. In fact, in this world, you are the only one. I can guarantee that you will be able to afford this price, but it depends on whether you are willing or not."

Jiang Yilin had a bad premonition, he asked, "What's the price?"

"—The price...is you."

After the devil finished his sentence, the black-haired young man found himself in a different place.

He was still sitting on the chair and stool with intricate patterns, but the original Foundation experiment room had completely changed into the study room where he stayed with his godfather in the previous instance.

Jiang Yilin's fingers tightly gripped the handrail beside him, his expression a bit dignified.

——Is this the illusion constructed by scp:738?It's so real... He didn't feel any trace of falsehood at all.

At this moment, the black-haired youth heard footsteps.

"patta-patta-"

"patta-patta-"

He saw the door was gently opened, it was a person that Jiang Yilin felt could no longer be familiar with.

The man's facial features are very three-dimensional, like a work of art carved out of marble by the most perfect artist in the world.

The man's lips were a little thin, and when they were raised slightly, there was a smile that was not a smile, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes stretched almost indulgently.

His short, cool brown hair was hanging down, as if he had just taken a shower, and it was still a little damp.

The man was just wearing a bathrobe, leaning against the door, smiling at the black-haired youth.

And that smile was so familiar that Jiang Yilin subconsciously shook his hand.

——Master Godfather...?

It was the godfather he met in the last dungeon... Why did he appear in this dungeon?

Is this also an illusion?

The black-haired young man looked at the godfather in a daze, but in the next second, he found that the set of furniture that was supposed to be the devil's seat had also changed, and became the table and chairs that were originally purchased in the study.

He touched his clothes, and found that his original slightly damp shirt and trousers had also been taken off, and he was replaced with a bathrobe of a similar style to that of the godfather.

"you……"

Jiang Yilin opened his lips slightly.

"What's the matter, do you still have to work so hard tonight? Little guy...you have a lot to learn, don't worry, you can understand all these things in one night."

The cold brown-haired man walked slowly towards his godson with a smile, his strong chest was faintly exposed in the neckline of the bathrobe, exuding the full aura of male hormones.

Jiang Yilin had a strange feeling.

To be honest, if it is those delicate unmarried women, seeing such a charming adult man's body, they should all have some affection. However, as a man who is almost a little cold in terms of sexiness, Jiang Yilin only feels that it is very strange. weird.

It was as if the other party was showing off his charm and using all these methods on himself.

——He was being pleased by the godfather.

The black-haired young man closed the open document in front of him and put it aside.

Obviously, in this illusion, the self he played should be working hard until midnight.

Jiang Yilin began to think about his situation.

——The appearance of the godfather proves that this is indeed an illusion... But the point is, how does he get out of this illusion.

——How about...think about it, and scp:738 head-on collision?

The black-haired youth thought playfully.

Sensing Jiang Yilin's thoughts, the system quickly said in his mind:

[Mr. Jiang, I want to remind you that the ability of the devil seat is much stronger than you imagined. 】

[As a keter-level containment, its mental attack ability is more difficult than any containment you have encountered before. 】

[So, I have a suggestion, please be sure to follow it... unless it is absolutely necessary, please do not have a violent collision with it head-on. 】

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously responded to the system, expressing that he knew.

Following the words of the godfather, Jiang Yilin said slowly, "These materials have taught me a lot, I may have been addicted to it just now, and I forgot the time, sorry..."

The man with cold brown hair seemed to feel a little surprised suddenly, walked over slowly, stretched out a finger and gently touched Jiang Yilin's lips.

"Have you forgotten? We are now in an established relationship."

"Why are you being so polite to me all of a sudden, just like you were... My boy, this really scares me."

There was an imperceptible hoarseness in the godfather's voice.

The man leaned down, and gently stroked Jiang Yilin's neck with his lips.

The man with cold brown hair sniffed Jiang Yilin's neck slightly, as if he was sniffing a rose that he had carefully raised. Every fragrance in this flower was in full bloom for him. .

His tone was extremely seductive, as if it was the best way for his boy to learn to address him.

——Not a cold godfather...their relationship is no longer as simple as godfather and godson. What comes out of the mouth of the youth should be changed to a more intimate name.

"Call me Auston... good boy."