My sister was at home on the weekend and slept well.

The next day, when he got up at noon, his hair caught a pony tail, ate his lunch, and lay on the bed with his head.

The mother complained, "Your brothers and sisters, good weather, do not go out for a walk."Take your sister out to play."

“Every day after class, I’ve been walking...” My sister’s voice was long, and her fingers pressed on the screen of her phone.

“Really...” My mother complained and sat in the living room watching the TV show.

I went back to my room and saw a room of sunlight.

Today was a good day and the temperature was warm.

I stretched out a lazy waist, so exposed by the sun, and became sleepy.

Eat well and sleep well.

I lay on the bed, half squinting, wondering if I was going to set an alarm.Just sleep for an hour... one...

“What’s going on!”

Awoke in an incomprehensible cry woke me up.

The light of the computer screen is on my face, not the warm sunlight, there is no sunlight.

I saw the hint on the screen.

uh?The live room?This is...

My body suddenly stood up and my eyes turned behind me.

The timing of this move made me clear what was going on in front of me.

I am in the dream!

It must have been 123...

Wait!Can't I move?

I was surprised to find that my soul could not move.

I had a sense of loss that had once been brought back to its original form.

This situation should have been excessive use of capacity before, resulting in me now only a minimum of use of capacity.

I can only be an observer.

In the sight is a half-covered door.

The shrimp should be broadcast live in a special study.The door should be closed tightly.

I don’t know when the door was opened.

Outside the door was a small corridor, dark and lacquered, with no light.

The shrimp swallowed the spit.

There should be someone outside the room.

He and his girlfriend are cohabiting, and his girlfriend should be out in the living room watching TV, watching a new drama, and watching every night these days.

There was no sound outside.

A not-so-good feeling is coiled in the heart of the shrimp.

He looked back at the screen.

The live interface has disappeared, and the computer screen does not know when it has become a grim background map.It is an apartment building, a little cartoon style, but the tone and structure are uncomfortable.

It looks like White’s paintings.

I thought about it, staggered for a while.

Without waiting for me to look at the opening of the game, the shrimp had rushed over and turned it off.

The game interface disappears, and the computer screen becomes a black screen.

The lights on the main box and keyboard went out at the same time, as if they were suddenly power out.

The lights in the room went out.

The shrimp screamed short.

The sound was not over, and the light was on again.

This time the lighted lamp was very dim, not bright enough, and there was still a flash of light, as if it was about to break.

The room has changed, and it is no longer the study room of the big shrimp.

There is no professional computer table and equipment, only a small wooden desk, an equally small chair.Just a set of furniture for children.

The shrimp took a step back in horror, and the calf hit something.

On one side of him saw the same little bed.

All the furniture is not painted, it is the log furniture.But not the current log furniture so delicate and advanced.They look like hand-made semi-finished products, and the carpentry technology is not so good.

The furniture is bare and there are no daily necessities and daily necessities.There seems to be no one living here.

"What's the matter?"This is... what’s going on...” The shrimp went around in the same place.

There are four walls and no windows.

It was like a closed box.

The shrimp reached out, grabbed his hair, and made a painful groan.

His head was about to explode, and his heart beat violently because of fear.

He really didn’t understand what was going on.

“There’s no room in the game!”The shrimp suddenly said.

He rubbed his hair and thought hard.

Before this strange change, the only thing he did was play the game.

And the super-tube that suddenly sealed his room!

Just those two things!

There is no room like this in the game.

In the game, there is a child NPC, a household child...

“Room 409, 409’s single mother with a son...” The shrimp said to herself, “a boy in blue, didn’t see the room, didn’t go in...”

The corresponding picture came to his mind.

It was a boy who was drawing like a game interface, and a female figure stood next to it.What their faces were like, the big shrimp could not remember.I remember seeing this mother and son in the game post.There are two death endings related to them: they want a "dad" character, the protagonist of the player is kidnapped and imprisoned; the boy asks the player for help, saying that his mother is crazy, hates his father, and abuses himself, and then the player is caught by his mother and is destroyed.

Some players also analyze the two endings to achieve the conditions, reasoning the game's character setting.This mother and son, the mother should be a crazy at the beginning, as long as the player continues to show their reasoning ability, that is, the excellent side, will be seen by her, arrested as a husband.In this process, if the player is full of the boy's favor, he will be called for help, and the mother will choose to kill.Boys may not be normal.He wants to get rid of his mother and wants his father, so he will choose to help his mother catch the detective as a father.

In short, these are two dangerous people who should be far away.

The process of the Raiders played by the Thunder also proves this.This is a trap that is useless for reasoning out the truth of the case and only leads to the death of the player.

I recall these contents, and the big shrimp is guessing whether such a small room is a room for the game's imprisoned player detectives.

“It’s kind of like... a little... that...” The shrimp pressed down on his fear, and suddenly laughed and gave himself a slap.

After the loud sound, the space was quiet.

Soon, the whimper of the shrimp reverberated in the room.

“What the fuck is this...” The big shrimp crouched down and leaned against the foot of the little bed.

He remembered his missing friend.

The friend who disappeared many years ago...

The client of Ao Ye, who used to often link the game with him.

“Fucking... I’m on the wheel... what was Xiaomi playing at that time...” The big shrimp wiped the tears of his eyes.

Sucking in his nose and sitting still for a moment, he slowly calmed down and climbed up from the ground.

There must be a door.

This is a locked room.

It is where two NPCs in Bad End hold the protagonist.The boy may have also been imprisoned and thus abused by his mother.

“Damn it!I didn’t touch those two!”The shrimp scolded and fumbled for four walls.