Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Brilliant Pen is not a fan of horror games.

Even if she plays suspense and puzzle games, the upper limit of her acceptance is limited to the Rusty Lake series of mouse puzzle games, or the 2D horizontal version with a cute style of painting... All the immersive 3D plot thriller horror masterpieces , she doesn't play.

Security officer Layton had just finished introducing the two cult-related families in Hexagon Alley, and he turned to me and gave me some medicine: "Why don't you just stop doing this mission and forget it, I haven't coded for today's update yet." .”

Give me medicine: "..."

Detective Stanford & Sheriff Layton, Watts: "??"

"Ms. Undead?! Didn't we just start the investigation, how can we stop it?" Agent Stanford was stunned.

Miaobi Shenghua doesn't care about the NPC's retention, who cares about the NPC's opinion when playing games, just get up and leave.

"Hey, wait for Huahua." Give me the medicine and quickly grab my friend, "It's a hidden mission anyway, what if I can't get it if it is aborted? Anyway, we are just running the pre-plot now, and we haven't finished the pre-plot yet. You don’t know how to brush the boss and come out to fight us, don’t you, wait until you run to the part where the boss comes out, and then you can dodge him?”

The monsters described by the NPS sounded like bosses. Those who love to spawn monsters and push bosses give me medicine, how can I give up at this time!

Miaobi Shenghua thought about it, and sat back reluctantly.

Stanford Detectives & Sheriffs Layton and Watts: "..."

Under the insistence of giving me the medicine to push the BOSS, the investigation continued.

The youngest son of the Gusta family has a close relationship with the neighbor who is suspected of believing in evil gods. After the priest of the Gold Coin Church blessed the frightened young man and let him regain his sanity temporarily, the night watchman took out a very important message from his mouth. The clues:

The neighbor, whose body remained after the "Dark Day", had been in close contact with a man with long hair who looked like a traveling entertainer within three months of his death.

The night watchmen searched for this person in the city. Half a month later, the body of this person was found in the sewer of Nancheng District. After going to the dentist and comparing the tooth models, the night watchman confirmed the identity of the wandering artist. Afterwards, he followed the clues and found a den of cultists disguised as a second-hand clothing store (second-hand clothing store). Several cultists were arrested, and sacrificial utensils and statues of evil gods were seized. Several.

The problem lies in this old clothes store.

This old clothes store is located in the northwest of the slum, close to the Southwest City Gate Road. The original operator should be a family who moved out of Nancheng District. The original owner of the clothing store disappeared mysteriously.

The night watchmen thought that the owner of the old clothes store and his family had been killed by the cultists, but after prying open the mouth of a new believer, they found that the problem was more serious than they had imagined—the one who often lay on the window with a smile on his face The shopkeeper who greets passers-by is the main person in charge of this cultist den.

The wandering artist from other places was brought by the shop owner.

The night watchman rushed to Nancheng District non-stop to investigate the origin of the shopkeeper, and found that... the shopkeeper's wife is a widow whose husband died in a common street in Nancheng District, and the child is a street vagrant who has no blood relationship with the shopkeeper himself. relation.

The night watchman retrieved the owner's household registration file from the city hall, and found that the man named in the city hall file had died of illness four years ago, and his household registration was canceled...

Last winter, when Inad stood up and caused a storm in the city due to the time of vampires, the night watchman of Du Tata City found the "wife" and "child" of the owner of the second-hand clothes shop on the suburban farm outside the west city gate—only The corpse, and the ossified head and face bones all have traces of being hit with heavy objects, and the damage is very serious.

My hairs stand on end when I hear the words "Miaobi Shenghua..." even if the skeleton frame does not have any hairs on it.

"The person who pretended to be the owner of the second-hand clothing store is probably still alive, and he has changed his face to hide among the crowd—this is the conclusion of the investigation report finally issued by the night watchman on last summer's 'Dark Day'." Security Officer Layton said solemnly, " The night watchmen also announced the possible physical characteristics of this person, but there are so many similar people that even the church has no way to distinguish this person from hundreds of thousands of slum dwellers."

After finishing speaking, Layton motioned for the wonderful pen holding the file to turn the folder to the back, where there was a night watchman's reward order clipped with a paper clip.

Miaobi Shenghua turned to the end according to the words, and saw a piece of paper printed with red pigment. There was no photo on it, only a paragraph of text description: "The nameless cultist, about 165~170 cm tall, weighs between 120~130 cm, age About 28-35 years old, brown-black hair, long and thin face, round nose..."

Cameras are not widespread in this world, and most people rarely take pictures, and there are no photos on their household registration files; no matter what, the night watchman can't find the photo left by the cultist who replaced someone else's identity. The reward order described the person's appearance as much as possible—however, the person's appearance was so inconspicuous that there were no obvious features that could be used as clues.

Agent Stanford let the two undead know enough about the situation, and took the two undead to Mrs. John's house and Gusta's house.

Mrs. John's family of four lived in a low-rent apartment of less than [-] square meters. They seemed to have recovered from the shock of losing their loved ones. Information before the daughter disappeared.

Gusta's family was much more bleak. The father and daughter took care of their half-crazed son, and reluctantly repeated what they had told the night watchman before, showing strong resistance.

Detective Stanford understands that the family is very reluctant to recall the tragic memories that lead to the drastic changes in their family's life, and politely leads the ghost to leave.

Next, the agent and the two players went to several low-rent neighborhoods...

Among the aborigines in the slums, there are still many surviving families who have been implicated in cult incidents.

The situation of most families is similar to that of Mrs. John's family. A relative in the family left and disappeared without a sound, and when they learned the news, it was already separated forever.

As far as this is concerned, this is still a relatively lucky state, and even worse, the whole family will be wiped out-if Mrs. John really found the second daughter and took her home by force, there would be no Mrs. John's family now.

A small number of families are similar to Gusta’s family—an accident happened in the same alley or a neighbor’s house nearby, and a group of people died, and they realized that they had become survivors...

After listening to a dozen similar stories in one go, it was really creepy for me to take medicine without any interest in the lengthy plot tasks: "This kind of world setting is too unreasonable. One person who believes in religion will implicate the whole family, Neighbors who believe in religion implicate a street, and there is no way to prevent it, so it's outrageous!"

"Fortunately, it's just a setting in the game." Miaobi Shenghua, who didn't like horror stories, covered his chest with a pale face, "I can't bear to let me live in this kind of world."

Detective Stanford looked at the two undead stiffly...

It feels very offended that the dark creature who is an undead dislikes the place where he lives so face-to-face without treating him as an outsider.

——Isn’t the place where the undead live is the Dimensional Demon Realm?Shouldn't the Dimensional Demon Realm be closer to the void than the material plane, and be more likely to be polluted by evil gods? !Where do you have the face to dislike the material plane!

Detective Stanford really wanted to yell like this... Considering the terrifying fighting power of Tarantan's undead, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Face-to-face with the "territorial blackness" of the other person's wonderful pen, he said to Agent Stanford as if nothing happened: "Shall we go outside the city now?"

Agent Stanford nodded and led the way sullenly.

The last low-rent housing resettlement site that the two players visited and investigated with the Stanford agents was the low-rent neighborhood on the north section of Center Avenue.

When the three of them turned back along the sidewalk of Zhongxin Avenue, behind the curtains of the building facing the street, two eyes stared indifferently at the back of the two skeletons and a detective.

The two people standing behind the curtain, a man and a woman, were in their thirties, and they both looked very ordinary.

"The Innatrix really let the undead come to investigate us."

The undead was gone, and the man who looked like a husband with a crude cane lowered his voice and said in a low voice.

The thin, sunken-cheeked woman, who was indistinguishable from other slum housewives, narrowed her eyes slightly, and said coldly, "It took less than half a month for the undead of Tarantan to be dealt with by the Moses Harbor Church. Given all the unresolved incidents, the Inadrian certainly wouldn't waste this ability."

The man frowned and looked at the woman pretending to be his wife: "Then you still propose to do it?"

"If we don't do anything now, when the slums are demolished and those prisoners are taken away from the city to build roads, there will be no chance at all." The woman said a little angrily, "If I had known that these hypocritical Inadrians were real Going to make the slums disappear - why wait until now!"

The man wanted to say something, but the woman glared at him fiercely: "Don't forget how many people we have died because of this——If you want to get out of battle, all your companions will not forgive you."

The man's face was slightly pale, and there was a flash of panic in his expression, and he quickly adjusted, growling in a low voice: "Shut up, I'm not the kind of waste that is afraid of getting into trouble!"

"You'd better not." The woman sneered, then turned her gaze to the street again, her face full of unwillingness.

"Mrs. Johnson, are you home?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a woman calling, and the expressions of the couple in front of the window changed slightly.

The man quickly returned to the bed and lay down. The woman straightened the broken hair on her temples, and her cold voice became a normal voice with a bit of fatigue: "Yes, wait a minute."

While responding, the woman ran out of the inner room and went to the living room to open the door.

In the low-rent neighborhoods on Central Avenue, the specifications of the rooms are different, but most of them are two-bedroom, with a small or wide or narrow balcony, and a cramped but independent kitchen and toilet.

The woman opened the door, and standing in the corridor was a woman with the same sunken cheeks and a warm smile on her face.

"Good day, Mrs. Johnson, your husband hasn't gone to work for a few days, is his leg better? My child brought back some potato flour. If you don't mind, take some and use it."

The woman who knocked on the door enthusiastically handed the woman a roll of potato vermicelli in her hand.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Cooper, I'm having a headache for today's dinner." The woman showed a grateful smile and bowed again and again, "My husband can't go to work these days, and all the meal allowances he received before have been eaten. "

"You're welcome, we're neighbors, and we should help each other." The kind Mrs. Cooper waved her hand and didn't bother entering the door, she just smiled and said, "Convey my best wishes to your husband, and hope he gets better soon. stand up."

The woman thanked her repeatedly, and did not close the door gratefully until Mrs. Cooper returned to her home on the same floor.

As soon as the door was closed, the woman's expression twisted.

"These poor ghosts are rich enough to give food to others!"

The woman was so angry that she casually threw the roll of vermicelli sent by the neighbor's wife on the cabinet.

The man limped out of the inner room, seeing the roll of vermicelli from the neighbor on the vermicelli, his face was also very ugly.

The couple, who were pretending to be cultists, were allocated a house remodeled from a casino by lottery. They lived in a relatively close quarters, with eight families living on the same floor.

This kind of "pigeon cage"-like residence is not well soundproofed. If someone had a quarrel, the seven families next door, including upstairs and downstairs, could clearly hear it.

But during the half a month of staying here, the "Jonssons" never heard any quarrel in the same building, but could hear the laughter from the neighbors from time to time.

After all... Even if it is just a "pigeon cage" residence, even a two-bedroom house with only one inner room, it is already an unimaginably good place for people who have lived in sheds for many years——

You don’t have to worry about rain leakage, and you won’t be unable to sleep because of the strong wind at night; there won’t be snakes or mice running into the bed, and you don’t have to worry about whether there are many flying insects and ants mixed in the thick soup for dinner; women You don't have to worry about going to the toilet at night, you have a toilet with a water pipe in your home!

Not to mention that all families have a labor force to get a formal job, and can often bring home meals to make up for it. No one in the family will have to go through long nights hungry!

Living in a warm and solid house, the kitchen cabinets keep the family's food for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even the next week, and don't have to worry about how to spend the coming winter, or what is worth their quarrel?

But for cultists who need sacrifices, people are in this state where they can relax and live their lives, which is obviously the worst.

"Those hypocritical Inadrians, who are trying their best to please these poor ghosts, are planning to fight against us!" The woman tried her best to control her anger, and let out a hoarse growl from her throat.