I held my breath, like a ghost press on the bed, anxious to move.

I haven’t experienced this for the first time either.I had this experience when I first dreamed of this.

Now I clearly feel the difference between the two.Chu Yun's sense of powerlessness at that time was a little different from now.I can now touch a layer of power that suppresses me, not the dream itself, but the power of that thing.

I was fighting it as if I were fighting.

The game is still in the works.

"I", that is, Xiaoding drove the tractor back to his home, and saw that his mother's house had been darkened, but there were lights in the hall, and some meals were left.

The inner monologue about the introduction of the mother, the screen changes, the field of view becomes black, it is "I" has gone to bed.

The black didn’t last long.

The sound of wind, footsteps, the pussy, nightmares... the common scenes in all kinds of ghost stories pass by and circling back.

“I” woke up.

I heard the sound of people after they were scared.

On the one hand to endure these, on the one hand to fight the "game", I have to keep the heart and use it, it is a bit difficult.

"I" turned around and saw a dark shadow in the house, and suddenly cried with horror.

"Little Ding, someone's looking for it outside."A middle-of-the- aged woman sounds strangely.

A text appeared in front of me:

“Mother?”

Then it is a sharp knock on the door, or should be called a smashing door.

“Ding’s house!Something happened!Come on, come on!”

Someone shouted outside.

Mother Ding went out first, but without two steps, she began to gasp and lean weakly against the door.

The words in front of me changed:

“Mom, stay at home and I’ll see.”

In the moonlight, Ding Ma's face was revealed, an old-fashioned waxy yellow face, eyes are very dead, staring at people when people are creepy.

I was forced to go out and open the courtyard door, where the village people stood. I couldn't recognize the face of np, but it was the same as the village people.

“Go to Don’s there!”“What happened to Don?”This man is a middle-aged uncle, full of sweat, eyes are very big, when talking very flustered hands, "I will also call others!" 」

"I" ran up, saw the Tang secretary's house brightly, gathered a lot of people at the door, and everyone made a buzzing sound.

There is a text in front of me:

"What's the matter?"What happened?“What happened to Don?”

Someone turned his head and doubted, “Secretary Tang is okay.”Isn’t it good to be there?”

“Who is the big dragon?”

“I don’t know, I was... huh?“Who was called?”

When people exchanged views, they found that they could not remember who was called.

I immediately realized that this should be a copy of the plot, is going to happen.

But to be honest, without freedom of movement, it is difficult for me to put anything in this copy.I suspect that anything in the copy that would allow me to make my main choice would be a “game” trap.Just like what happened to Mr. Lu and Mr. Wang.

Oh yeah!

All the lights in the village were suddenly gone out.

There was a loud noise around.

I speculate that the "game" is now weak and energy consumption, but in this copy, it is actually very fine, everything is very real.

Those voices, the different voices of men, women and children, and the distance and near before and after, can be heard.

“Don’t worry, I’ve found the candle!”Someone shouted.

The light of the candle lit up a person’s face.The dark yellow light casts a shadow on the human face, some gloomy.

The man smiled a helpless smile, "Okay, our old Don is okay, this thing will be said tomorrow morning, everyone go back."

The people around him did not move, and they all showed their frightened eyes.For a time, it was so quiet that I could only hear the night wind.

The woman who spoke seemed to be the wife of Secretary Tang, holding the candle, and seeing everyone's expression, she said strangely, "What's the matter?"She looked down in the eyes of the people and saw the red blood on her clothes.The sight slowly moved to the ground and saw the Don secretary lying in the pool of blood.The secretary of Tang had a kitchen knife in his neck.

“Wow!The killing!”The villager shouted.

Tang's wife's legs were soft, and she sat on the ground, and the candles in her hand were unsteady and fell on her own.

The clothes went up at once!

Tang wife screamed, rolled on the ground, madly asking for help.

A man close to her was hugged by her legs, and she also touched Mars, quickly jumping and shouting, and kicked Tang wife away.

The crowd rushed out, and I was pushed out of control.

My heart chuckled, afraid that this "game" is extremely untangle, directly let this group of np trample me to death.

Fortunately, the plot development is not the case, or according to the general game routine.

“I” ran out of the crowd and went home.

Mom is still at home.In my vision is a series of words that the protagonist "Little Ding" is shouting "mother".The Ding family did not have a light, and Ding Ma did not wait at the door.When I opened the door of Dingma's bedroom, I saw a pair of legs hanging in the air.

Mom’s body was in the room.A linen tied to the beam of the room and strangled it around her neck.Her tongue spat out, her eyes turned, and under her feet was a chair that had been kicked down.

“I” is unbelievable.

I quickly swept through the scene in my field of view, and in the dim room, I did not see any clues for a while.

I also suddenly found that my resistance seems to have played a little role at the moment, and the "game" loosened some of my suppression.

I was surprised when the words appeared:

“How can this be?”

“A. Mom must have been killed!”

“Why did Mom commit suicide?”

I am a stiff.

Countdown: 10"

The slave breathed deeply.

Secretary Tang was killed, the red-headed village is very strange, and Ding Ma is also a little staggered.But none of this seems like a clue to the right answer.

This choice seems to be a fork in the road, deciding the direction after the copy of the plot, to determine whether the ending is the so-called ordinary ending or the real ending.

Countdown: 2

“B.”I made a choice.

Don't make a choice, it's definitely a baen.

One of the two, I prefer the latter answer.I have doubts about Mom.

I don’t know if that choice is correct.My experience of playing games focused on college, and I wasn’t particularly obsessed with it, and I can only say how much I’ve seen some routines.

“Why did Mom commit suicide?”

Only this line of words is left in the field of vision.

I suddenly felt relaxed, as if I could act.

Ding Ma’s body was put down and appeared on the bed.

I tried to walk a few steps and it was really moving!

But when I was about to leave the room, I found that the door could not be opened.It’s not locked, it just can’t be opened.

My heart is sinking.

This freedom of movement does not seem to be the result of my struggle, but the plot of the game here, and the player should be free to explore.

Does the game regain a little strength?

I have some focus.If you want to be trapped here, I can only follow its delineation and enter the next plot.

I kicked the wooden door, the wooden door did not move, I did not feel the pain.To describe it... this is an ineffective action.

I sighed, turned to look at the room, and first tried the light switch at the door of the test room.

Oh yeah!

The lights can be used!