God's way of opening infinite games

It was late at night, and the Duke's mansion fell into silence.

The servants walked slowly, for fear of disturbing that sweet dream.

Xun An sat cross-legged on the edge of the soft and fluffy bed, closed his eyes and meditated, his spiritual consciousness gradually covered the entire mansion with his mind.

Mixiang Wangcheng and Qingsiyu waited quietly in another room, and the cleaning servant walked around the corner and went down to the first floor.

The butler stood at the small door of the hall, glanced warily, and then pushed the door away.

Xun An opened his eyes, but did not sense Arnold's trace.

He stood by the window and appeared in the locked garden within a breath.

There is a refreshing and rich rose fragrance in the nose, coupled with the hot and humid summer night breeze, no matter how rich the fragrance is, it will only make people upset.

Xun An squatted down, and twisted a handful of slightly moist soil. The loamy soil is relatively sticky, which is not conducive to the growth of roses, but it blooms so well.

It's a pity that there is no land god here, so I have to trouble him.

He walked towards the depths of the garden, every step he took was like beating a drum, and the ground under his feet vibrated slightly, causing the rose branches to sway.

The huge garden seemed to have no boundaries at a glance. Xun An walked more than ten meters away before finally finding something.

Just now I felt a little stuffy, but now standing here, I feel a chill creeping up from the soles of my feet all the way to Tianling Gai.

The gloomy coolness is like the drizzle in the cold winter in the south. Although the rain is as thin as a cow's hair, the coolness carried by it can penetrate into every pore of the skin, making people soaked in an irresistible coldness from the inside out. gas.

An ethereal and mournful weeping sound came from Youyou, and Xun An glanced at it but couldn't find the source of the sound, so he could only blame it on the background music that triggered the dungeon.

"It's a last resort."

Xun An looked coldly at the seemingly fertile soil under his feet, but how many bones of wronged people who died with hatred were buried, and couldn't help but sneered, "You know how to use resources after drinking all the blood and using the bones as nourishment."

The Rose Garden, which was originally for people to watch, is not a little kind, it just makes people sick.

After confirming the location where Arnold buried the bones, he found that the posture of the bones was very strange. He was about to take a closer look when he suddenly frowned and disappeared in place.

"You ladies are really in a good mood. It's so late at night, why don't you rest in your room?"

Qingsiyu and the others who were about to step up the steps to the third floor froze, turned around and saw Arnold standing quietly behind them, smiling, but no matter what, they felt that there was a hidden malicious intention in the smile.

Qingsi Cocoon was taken aback, almost exclaimed, quickly covered her mouth, and swallowed the scream.

"Just now I passed by Doris' room, thinking that after all, it's not the bed I'm used to, maybe I won't be able to sleep, and I planned to ask if I need anything, but I didn't see her in the room."

Arnold's smile grew stronger, "Sisters, do you know where she has gone? Although the Duke's mansion is not too big, don't get lost when you come here for the first time."

He approached the three of them step by step, "Randy Garcia entrusted you to me, of course to ensure that you are all safe and sound before returning home."

"Do you have something to do with me? It's so late and you don't take a break to go out for a walk. Is there something dark that you want to do in the dark?"

Arnold paused, and his smile became a little more genuine.

Compared with flatterers, Xun An, who is still eloquent, is much more interesting.

He turned around and saw Xun An leaning against the wall with his arms folded, with disdain in his eyes, "I didn't even know that His Majesty the Duke still had the habit of stalking him in the middle of the night."

Being bitten by Xun'an, Arnold was not annoyed, he ignored Mi Xiang and the others behind him, and walked towards Xun'an.

"I just didn't see you, and I was a little worried."

Arnold stood face to face with him, "Since you can't sleep, why don't you make up the dance you owe?"

Xun An looked past him, winked at Wang Cheng, turned around and left, Wang Cheng understood and led the two of them upstairs quietly.

"My lord duke has countless people, right? Why does he always care about me so much?"

Arnold followed Xun An to the guest room, and was about to follow into the room, but was blocked by Xun An holding the door with one hand, staring at him with a pair of charming peach blossom eyes, which almost made Arnold lose his mind.

"Xu'an is joking, where do I come from to see countless people?"

He put his hand on the back of Xun An's, "I've never been tempted by anyone."

Xun An frowned, slapped Arnold's hand away, and heard him say, "Except you."

Arnold said this with sincerity, as if he was really expressing his heart, but Xun An laughed twice.

"My lord duke's words may still be useful to those who are not deeply involved in the world."

"I will never lie to you, I like you far longer than you think."

Even though Arnold said this very lightly, Xun An still listened to him, and then looked at him with fixed eyebrows. "What did you say?"

Xun An always felt that Arnold's words had other meanings, but he couldn't understand them.

"It's nothing, it's getting late, let's go to bed early and have a good dream."

Arnold turned around without explaining, but was dragged into the room by Xun An, who slammed the door shut.

"If you don't speak clearly, don't think about leaving." Xun An blocked Arnold, who was a little taller than himself, in the corner.

Dare to threaten the game boss, he is still No.1.

"What are you talking about? You're just stalling for time, aren't you?"

Arnold raised his hand and rubbed the sapphire ring on his left hand, and said softly: "In this castle, we are not the only ones who sleep late."

Xun An's eyes froze, and before he could leave, Arnold grabbed his waist, hugged Xun An with one hand, and put him gently on the bed.

"Shh, but you insist on keeping me, then enjoy the world of two of us."

Arnold leaned close to Xun An's ear, "My connivance is only valid for you, other people don't have this privilege."

Arnold and the others took advantage of Xun'an to leave and quickly slipped up to the third floor.

Since there are no fewer rooms on the third floor than on the second floor, the efficiency of a unified search is too low. Several people made a total calculation and finally decided to split up.

Before going into action, Mi Xiang and Wang Cheng took out a portable flashlight from their pockets, and then they saw the green silk callus with a surprised face.

"You don't have a flashlight, do you?"

The black silk cocoon was sluggish, and he spread his hand to show that he didn't have it.

"There is a nuclear flashlight in the novice gift bag, which is necessary for horror games, why didn't you bring it?"

Qingsi Yu patted her skirt, her tone was bad, "I wear a skirt, how can I put a flashlight on it? Besides, I don't know that this ghost game doesn't even have an equipment bar, so you have to carry it with you."

In the propaganda of infinite horror, there is a point of striving for realism. Although it is not stated explicitly, players think that the pictures are realistic and the characters are lifelike. Who would have thought that it is a realistic method that is infinitely appropriate to real life?

In addition to the weak sense of pain, there is no third emergency, but hunger, and if the injury is not treated, it will lead to excessive blood loss and death. There is no shortcut bar for items, and all equipment, props and medicines have to be carried by themselves.

This is hard work for players, who have to think hard about what to bring into a dungeon.

Mi Xiang choked speechlessly, sighed, and handed his flashlight to Qingsiyu, "Forget it, you can use mine."

Qingsiyu took it with a smile, "Then you?"

Wang Cheng glanced at Qingsi Cocoon with unconcerned eyes, took out a flashlight from another suit pocket and handed it to Mi Xiang, "I bought a spare."

Mi Xiang laughed and left together with Wang Cheng, and went to the deeper rooms on the third floor respectively.

Qingsiyu was terrified, and after a minute of mental preparation, she managed to open the room closest to the stairs under the light that was much dimmer than that on the second floor.

There was no light turned on inside, and only a blurry black shadow could be seen in the line of sight.

She turned and closed the door slowly, turning on the flashlight.

The furnishings in the room seem to be the same as those in the guest room, except that the big soft bed is missing, and there are a few more solid wood and red lacquered tables. It looks like it should be a reception room.

The blue silk cocoon moved to the desk by the window of the reception room little by little, and fired the flashlight every step forward, for fear that there would be some monsters staring at it in the darkness that could not be illuminated.

She rummaged through the paper documents in the desk drawer, glanced at the past ten lines, and found that they were just some complicated transaction clauses with no value.

After searching through the entire drawer but not finding any clues about Arnold, Qingsiyu scans again with the flashlight unwillingly, and sees several combined small cabinets on the right side of the room.

"I can't believe I can't find it."

The white silk cocoon was about to move there when it heard a "creak", as if stepping on a wooden suspension bridge that had been in disrepair.

She flashed the flashlight over, but saw nothing, and the door was still closed tightly.

The room was so quiet that only the sound of his own accelerating heartbeat could be heard.

After finally calming down, Qingsihao plucked up her courage, gritted her teeth and moved her stiff legs, holding her breath, aiming the light of the flashlight at the door, and walked towards the low cabinet.

There are some poetry collections displayed in the cabinet, which seem to be quite new.

She took out the books one by one to check, and found a thin volume with a slightly yellowed and wrinkled footer.

On the title page was a piece of kraft paper with cumbersome details and a slightly weird magic circle.

Here are a few lines written in cursive script:

longing from the bottom of my heart

fear from the dark

wake me up with blood

petition me with a cry

Let all the forces and creatures in the world invade us

All deceptions, traps, injuries

Under the majesty of God, there is nothing left

A gust of wind blew past, with a hint of coolness, blowing away Qingsi Cocoon's concentrated thoughts.

The cool wind was mixed with a fishy smell, coming from an unknown place.

She looked back, the curtains hadn't moved, but the cool wind was getting stronger and stronger, Qingsi Cocoon could even feel the hair on the top of her head being blown, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart.

Qingsijiao knew that curiosity killed the cat, but it seemed uncontrollable, and she held the flashlight and shone it on the top of her head in a daze.

What came into view was a big dry and wrinkled hand hitting her face directly, and an indifferent and old face.

"what--"

Uncontrollable screams swept through the entire castle.

After hearing the sound, Mi Xiang and Wang Cheng rushed to turn on the lights in the room, and saw the flashlight rolling on the ground and the blue-haired cocoon with pale eyes and no vital signs.

"Strangled."

Wangcheng stepped forward to check, and found the purple-red handprint on the right side of Qingsi Cocoon's neck.

"I only used my right hand, and it seems that I have a lot of strength."

Mi Xiang sighed, picked up the flashlight on the ground, "Oh, it's so pitiful, I must have been terrified."

Then, as if remembering something, he tugged on Wang Cheng's sleeve, "Do you think he ran into Qingsi Cocoon by chance, or came here on purpose?"

Wang Cheng's gaze stayed on the bookcase that had been turned upside down, "She should have found something."

the other side.

Xun An glared, and was about to slap Arnold's chest with his palm, but he dodged sideways and grabbed Xun An's arm with his backhand.

"What's the rush, the night is still long."

Arnold murmured: "Clear out the irrelevant people, so that we can truly enjoy the two-person world that only belongs to us."

"The cold God's Mansion has finally ushered in another owner."