cross the madman's wish

It has been raining for a day, and it feels wet everywhere.

This is a western medieval style hotel that has been abandoned for many years and has only recently been re-used.

In the lobby on the first floor, there are some broken photo frames that blend with the old carpet. There are about 30 people sitting around the charcoal fire, and most of them look restless.

The temperature of the charcoal fire warms the body, but everyone present can't feel any warmth. Instead, they are like falling into an ice cave. On the side cabinet, there is a phonograph from the last century tirelessly creating a terrifying atmosphere:

[Madman wishing system is ready, and the scene will be realized in 20 minutes. 】

[The spiritual world is locked: the life mission of mania.Restorers, please be prepared and prepare your weapons in advance. If you die in the spiritual world, your body in the real world will die with it. 】

The cold broadcasting sound made people feel goosebumps all over the body. One of the little girls couldn't stand the weird atmosphere, so she burst into tears. The man with glasses next to her was disturbed by her and smashed the mobile phone in his hand that had no signal. He stood up and walked towards the door: "It's so noisy, I'm leaving this ghostly place, you guys just stay here and play games with the mentally ill!"

The man with glasses slammed the door and left, and the wind and rain blowing in all over the place, many people present were also moved. They all came to this place inexplicably, and after waking up, they opened their eyes and appeared in this hall.

A greasy middle-aged fat man stood up: "Why don't we go too, I don't know who kidnapped us, but there is no one guarding the door, maybe the kidnapper got lost I'm going to let us go, there's no need for us to waste time here..." He wanted to leave, but it was dark and cold outside, so he planned to encourage some people to go with him, thinking that more people would be more powerful, right?

Most people are a little moved.

In the corner, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy looked at his cousin who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down, and arched his elbow in great dissatisfaction: "Zhou Qitian, what time is this, you are still playing, kidnapping! We were kidnapped!" kidnapped!"

Zhou Qitian didn't raise his eyes, but just yelled: "Oh, don't move, don't move, hurry up, pass the level immediately."

Seeing him like this, Zhou Ye got angry and snatched his mobile phone: "I said Zhou Qitian! Brother! Can you have a sense of crisis? Can you play a stand-alone game well?"

Without his mobile phone, the young man named Zhou Qitian finally raised his head, covered his mouth with his hands and yawned, his eye-catching peach blossom eyes were a little wet, like a lazy leopard, he turned his gaze to his own home Silly cousin, sighed:

"What are you panicking, did someone tie you up?"

Zhou Ye looked at the people moving freely around, and shook his head: "That's not true."

"Then someone won't give you food and drink?"

Looking at the richly roasted turkey on the brazier and Romanee-Conti on the dining table, Zhou Ye wiped the drool from his mouth and shook his head: "No!"

"It's fine if you don't have one. The kidnappers are so generous. They provide you with food, drinks and hotel accommodation. What's not to like? What bicycle do you want?"

Zhou Ye nodded: "That's right."

After a while, I came to my senses: "Oh, no, I mean cousin, you are too calm. Did you pee in fright when you didn't see the old man beside you? Can you have a normal reaction?"

"I'm not calm, I'm panicking inside, and my face is paralyzed." Zhou Qitian made a victory gesture and put a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked around to see which old man had urinated.

...I'll fuck your face, Zhou Ye sighed, Zhou Qitian has been a child of other people's family in his father's mouth since he was a child, with excellent grades and good looks. One of the best things about people with pink eyes is that they are too lazy, and in the words of the elders, they are too easy to follow the situation.

But now is not the time to go with the flow, Zhou Ye still hopes that this brother can come up with an idea: "Then shall we go or not?"

Zhou Qitian rubbed his eyes, looking not in a good mood: "I think we can wait a little longer, it shouldn't be that easy to leave."

"What do you mean?"

Before Zhou Ye could get a general idea, the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall suddenly began to turn "quack", which was very eye-catching in the empty hall, and everyone fell silent immediately.

A mottled mechanical bird came out of the cubicle of the wall clock, and announced in a rough voice: [The scene has been generated: the life mission of mania.This is a death challenge that combines violence and resistance, level: three stars, repair conditions: the restoration is successful if the mental body incarnation of mania is wiped out. 】

[Interlude: Restorer No. 115 voluntarily gave up the restoration task and left the hotel, announcing his death. 】

After the broadcast, the mechanical bird got into its cubicle again, and the people who stayed at the scene looked at each other in blank dismay.

Everyone has a number plate tied to their wrists. If I remember correctly, the number plate on the man with glasses who just slammed the door is number 115.

The middle-aged chubby uncle who was going to give a passionate speech and take people out went limp and almost knelt on the ground: "Dead, are you dead?"

Zhou Ye on the side was also pale with fright, staring at the collapsed middle-aged uncle, shaking Zhou Qitian's hand vigorously: "Did you hear me? He's really dead. Let's call the police!"

It was rare for Zhou Qitian to wake up, his eyes looked out the window, the outside world was shrouded in fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly, wondering if the thing that swallowed the life of the man with glasses was a beast?Or something else shady?

Being shaken hard by Zhou Ye, he came to his senses and considered whether to slap him unconscious.

Hearing Zhou Ye's words, a scar-faced man snorted coldly: "Call the police? Why call the police? It's in the wilderness. Besides, this is not the real world."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Ye was a little annoyed, but seeing the fierce look of that man, he didn't dare to say anything.

A person next to Scarface also echoed: "They probably don't know what this place is, no wonder the first to die are newcomers, and it's a three-star world."

"Oh, I'm afraid the whole army will be wiped out."

The two talked to each other there, which attracted the exploring eyes of many people present.

Probably because he didn't like so many people looking at him, Scarface looked a little impatient, and pointed behind a person casually: "Hey! Are you looking for where your shadow is?"

The person pointed at turned his head suspiciously, looking at the shabby blanket on the ground, the lights were bright, but there was no shadow that should have appeared on the backlight.

Where's the shadow?Why did the shadow disappear?

He turned his head mechanically, only feeling his mouth tighten: "I, am I... dead?"

And the people who were startled by the sound of the broadcast looked behind themselves, only to realize that everyone's shadows were gone!

The scene suddenly came to life, jumping feet, huddling together, cursing and making noises, making Zhou Qitian's head buzzing.

He rubbed the space between his brows. There are too many uncertainties in this place, and it seems that the risk factor is also high, and those two people should know something better than others.

"I, I'm still young, I can't die yet!" A young man hugged the girl next to him, crying loudly.On the contrary, the girl mustered up some courage and patted the boy on the back, comforting him in a soft voice, and the rest of the people also turned pale.

The middle-aged fat man on the ground hadn't recovered from the first round of blows, but he seemed calmer than the others present.

"Although I don't want to say it out loud, do you all have some IQ problems?" Dao Scar sighed wearily, looking like a student of this year who is not easy to lead: "If you don't have a shadow, you must be dead? Can't you Have you imagined that you have come to another thinking space? It is clearly stated in the broadcast that if you die here, your body in the real world will also perish. So, just think that you are dreaming a dream that you will die. Also, As a friendly reminder, in this space, normal people have no shadows, and those with shadows are monsters or NPCs, except of course a few confusing bosses."

Taking advantage of the gap when everyone was stunned, Scarface called out to his companions, and walked towards the passage beside the lobby, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Glancing at the direction in which the two left, Zhou Qitian also stood up, and couldn't figure out any clues from the few words on the scarred face. It seemed that he could only explore by himself, and playing games has always been his favorite. doing.

Grabbing Zhou Ye's back collar, he followed the direction where the two disappeared and walked towards the depths of the hotel.

But those two people walked too fast, plus he was carrying Zhou Ye, the drag bottle, and he lost them within a few steps after following them.

"Zhou Qitian, let go! Where are you taking me?" Once again feeling the fear of being dominated by his cousin, Zhou Ye felt like a child with no power to resist, allowing Zhou Qitian to drag him into the room. got a room.

"Didn't you hear what was said in the broadcast? We need to find a good weapon, which means that we have to do it later. Let's take some precautions."

Seeing his face full of interest, Zhou Ye shut his mouth wisely, and only thought in his heart: Cousin, you look very excited, are you afraid?Shouldn't something like this be scary?

Zhou Qitian went into the leftmost room on the first floor. He looked around and lamented that it was indeed decorated in the middle ages. The decadent style was the beginning of a horror story.

This room was originally a very luxurious guest room, but after years of baptism, on the English-style round bed in the middle of the room, the veils that were originally fluttering in the air were so dilapidated that it was ghostly, and there were traces of an unknown red liquid on the floor after it dried up. The dressing mirror near the window, the mottled cracks on it cut the portrait in the mirror to pieces.

"Tsk tsk, this room is really shabby, and no one came to clean it." Zhou Ye patted a spider off his shoulder in disgust, and covered his nose, unable to bear the dust in the room.

"Aren't you afraid now?" Zhou Qitian deliberately asked while looking at the portrait on the wall. It seemed that his cheap cousin had a pretty good mental capacity.

"Hi." Zhou Ye waved his hand nonchalantly: "You are also a pure man, you are not afraid of Zhou Qitian, if I am afraid, it will be embarrassing if it spreads."

"Really?" Zhou Qitian's peach blossom eyes were full of disbelief, which made Zhou Ye feel angry that he was underestimated: "You don't believe me?"

Zhou Qitian took his eyes away from the oil painting on the wall, was stunned for a moment when he looked at Zhou Ye, and then replied without any hesitation: "That's right."

"I'll prove it to you." Zhou Ye turned and left angrily, determined to be an independent boy.

He turned around gracefully, but the moment he turned around, a hundred muddy horses galloped past Zhou Ye's heart, and a striking big white face was looking at him, and the tip of the other's nose was about to poke his own bridge of the nose.

Seeing the prey facing him, his big white face shook the muscles of his cheeks, and he pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, showing two rows of pointed teeth, like some kind of man-eating beast.

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