God's way of opening infinite games

In other words, horror games are mostly based on the time or place where the vision is not clear, and the atmosphere created is very different from the daytime.

Xun An walked comfortably in the long and deep aisle, and the dim light did not affect him.

The entire environment structure is like a few caterpillars intertwined and intertwined together, extending in all directions, coupled with the unclear light, if you don't pay attention, you will walk into a dead end and get lost in the maze of intertwined roots.

Every hundred steps or so, there may be a door on the left and right, which is not locked, and you can enter the room with a light push.

Xun An randomly picked a room and opened the door to enter.

In the room, only a white candle placed in the corner provided a weak light source, and the wick was almost submerged in wax oil.

Except for a few wooden cabinets with peeling paint, there is no extra furniture and decorations.

But by coincidence, Xun An smoothly opened the wardrobe on the right, and a piece of dry bone fell out of it with a creaking sound.

He took a few steps back, and the bones fell at his feet, partly scattered into one piece, with a gap two fingers wide on the top of the skull, the lower body was still resting against the cabinet door, the spine was broken into two sections, and the ribs were hardly intact .

Judging by the posture of the bones and the location of the wounds, it is more like they were thrown in after death.

"Why bother to kill everyone?"

Xun An bowed his head in thought, and a subtle abnormal sound came from afar.

He suddenly became interested, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

-

Paul is one of the last five winners. Although he is not so bright in mind, he has few opponents compared to his strength. Even if he suffered a little flesh injury on his calf, he was not seriously injured.

Among the remaining five people, the tall, thin young man was the most competitive.

All the weapons and cloth and soft armor that everyone had obtained before were removed and taken back, and the person who was bare-handed and who had just played the whip fiercely may not be his opponent now. As for the other two with injuries, it is difficult to walk, let alone For fear.

"First I have to decide."

He walked hurriedly, hunched over the wall and passed a corner.

The line of sight is greatly weakened, and the hearing of people in the floating light and shadow becomes sharp.

Paul turned the doorknob behind him, stepped into the door with light steps, held his breath and paused for a while, but did not hear any suspicious movement.

He searched every corner of the house without missing a beat, but unfortunately there was nothing but an empty cabinet that smelled damp and musty.

Without stopping, Paul exited the room and quickly explored forward.Surrounded by silence, only the sound of my own rough breathing due to impatience remained.

It was another fork in the road, with two roads on the left and right. Paul had no way of judging who was good and who was bad. After a battle between heaven and man, he followed his instinct and took the road on the left.

Paul's figure gradually faded away, and after four or five minutes, the sound of heavy footsteps sounded where Paul had stayed.

The chains collided and rattled, and the decisive blade slashed across the ground, leaving a pale trace.

The burly and tall man took a deep breath and smiled excitedly.

"It's the breath of prey."

Without hesitation, he walked straight to the left path Paul chose.

A hundred meters to the left of the branch road, two or three people gathered and whispered.

"How are you thinking about it?"

Henry folded his hands and raised his eyebrows, looking at the two hesitant people in front of him, his tone was unhurried, as if he expected them to agree.

"...Why should I believe that you won't turn back and stab a knife in the back?"

One person's wrists were bruised, and his naked body was covered with wounds of various sizes. Even if the wounds were not too serious, the whole body could be moved by a slight movement, and the wounds on other parts of the body were accompanied by a dull pain. , which made him frown tightly all the time, and every word he uttered seemed to have the aftertaste of pain.

Henry smiled, "With your current state, why should I waste time on you? The strength of that person must be well known to everyone, and there is still a chance of cooperation with me...It's up to you whether to go or stay."

"..."

Seeing their defenses begin to relax, Henry smiled secretly, turned around and left.

About 20 seconds later, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him, and Henry didn't look back, his eyes crossed the dark and unclear labyrinth path, as if he saw the victory laurel crown that was within his reach.

"The two made a wise choice."

The three of them formed a group, with a bit more courage to break at the first touch. Although the movements were still gentle, they no longer moved forward timidly.

After searching several empty houses one after another, anxiety gradually rose from the hearts of several people.

Henry opened a drawer impatiently, thinking he still found nothing, but unexpectedly saw a dagger lying inside.

Behind them were the two idiots who were rummaging through the high cabinet, but they hadn't turned their attention to this side yet.

Henry's hands and feet were nimble, and he hid the dagger in the armhole. The sharp blade without the scabbard touched the skin, leaving slender bloodstains with a slight movement.

He let the dagger lie flat on his forearm, and was going to find a chance to tear off a piece of cloth to fix it.

"Do you have anything there?"

Another winner with a thigh injury went to Henry after rummaging to no avail. He caught a glimpse of the empty drawer and snorted angrily, "I've always had good luck, and I don't know who influenced it. It took so much effort. Not a single bone was found. If this goes on, we're all done."

These words seemed to be intended for Henry, and they made the already weak cooperative relationship crumbling.

Henry didn't change his face, and took a deep look at him, "It's okay, maybe you will be lucky in a while."

Several people left the room one after the other. Henry was the last one. He felt something before he closed the door, and looked sideways at the endless dark corridor behind him.

The candle flames flickered, and the ground was reflected into shaking and fragile light and shadows, which could not illuminate the deep darkness, and it was impossible to know whether there was a crisis that was about to move.

After staring for half a minute, Henry followed the footsteps of the two people in front of him, and the joy in his heart faded a bit.

"is it him?"

"I can't see clearly, but my figure is about the same."

"Let's go and have a look."

There are whispered conversations going on in the unknown.

Paul's face was twisted like a twist, his back was wet with cold sweat, and his calf was throbbing with pain. However, the desire to survive forced him to run forward with all his strength. He looked back and saw that there was nothing, but it made him flustered , almost ran sideways, and bumped his head against the wall.

Go through the long and narrow corridor, turn into a corner, there is a door on the left and right, and there is an endless escape path ahead.

Paul was paralyzed from running, his lungs were burning, the burning sensation spread to his throat, and his feet seemed to be filled with lead.

He gritted his teeth and hid in the room on the left, and chose the more crowded low cabinet among the two cabinets, one tall and one short.

The body curled up into a ball, and both hands firmly grasped the protruding crossbar behind the cabinet door. The fingertips were squeezed into round flat pieces, and the finger covers turned white.

In the dead silence, Paul seemed to hear the crisp sound of jingling bells, stimulating his sensitive nerves.

His unstoppable trembling spread from his fingertips all the way to his whole body, and Paul even suspected in horror that the entire cabinet was shaking because of him.

Paul bit the tip of his tongue, and the rusty smell of blood spread in his mouth, allowing him to calm down for a while.

The rustling footsteps came from far to near, and with a crunch, Paul felt his heart was being held in his hands like a doorknob.

With one force, it can be crushed.

The dull and heavy sound of walking could not be heard clearly through a layer of wood, but Paul felt that the scythe of death was already standing above his head, and the hunter's hand was waiting for an opportunity in the darkness, and could strangle him by the throat at any time.

Difficulty breathing made Paul miserable, and every breath he took was like walking at the feet of a light-sleeping beast, the slightest sound would startle it from sleep and tear him to pieces.

The door was closed forcefully, and his soul seemed to be patted into a thin piece of paper, which was about to float out of his body.

He couldn't be sure if the hunter was gone, if he was standing in the shadows watching him.

When he had such an idea, his skin felt as if a sharp blade had been slashed, and the stinging pain swept across his body, making him want to scream, break down and cry.

May God bless, as long as he can survive, he swears that even if he is a lowly slave, he will have no regrets!

The narrow space was filled with turbid and warm breath, which made Paul feel drowsy, and a few cool breezes from the cracks in the cabinet door kept him awake. Despair and pain ate away his sanity bit by bit, as long as there was a little more Abnormal noise, he will definitely be frightened to death by his broken heart.

People under extreme fear have no concept of time, and Paul struggled for a long time in a depressive environment.

The fresh breeze constantly blowing into the cabinet gave him a moment of calmness to perceive the outside world.

Except for his own faint breathing, there was no movement.

The scythe of death didn't seem to fall, but got farther and farther away from him.

The joy of being rescued from a desperate situation almost rushed out of the top of his skull, and Paul subconsciously pushed open the door of the cupboard to give his sore and swollen calves and arms a good squeeze.

For a moment reason prevailed, preventing Paul from pushing the door out.

The hunter is cunning and insidious, maybe he didn't leave here, but still stay here.

Paul counted the time in his heart, and after confirming that there was no movement outside during this time, he carefully opened a gap.

There was no one in the blurred vision, Paul became more courageous, and pushed a distance away.

There was no response, Paul breathed a sigh of relief, and scrambled away from the low cabinet.

"If I didn't have a suitable weapon in my hand, I wouldn't be so useless."

Paul justified himself in a low voice, trying to find an excuse for his embarrassing and cowardly performance just now.

He looked around, the door of the room was closed tightly, and the door of the high cabinet next to it was also closed tightly, as if no one had been there.

"Did he go to the room on the right?"

After all, separated by the door and cabinet door, the sound transmitted has a sense of distance, and it is difficult to judge where the real sound source is coming from.

Paul was about to leave when his eyes fell on the high cabinet.

"Maybe there is some handy weapon hidden in the cabinet."

He was sure that the hunter had left, and stepped forward to open the cabinet door with confidence.

What came into view was indeed a weapon, but it was a pity that it had an owner.

Paul's pupils dilated, his hands and feet were cold, and he opened his mouth angrily but had no time to make a sound. He watched a flash of silver light and the world fell into darkness.

The sharp ax cut it in half as lightly as cutting tofu, and hot blood splashed on the majestic biceps of the ax bearer.

"caught you."