Hush!don't open the door for him

Chapter 129 Trying to snatch yourself shallowly...

Fang Yin's attention was no longer on the mysterious horror elements around him.He took a step forward, and the discomfort in his body became more and more serious.He didn't know what caused the load on his body, he was sweating profusely, and his face was pale.

The heart beats surprisingly fast.Like a drum with a dense rhythm, it was bang bang, so intense that Fang Yin even wondered if this thing was about to pop out of his chest at any time.

In the fourth room belonging to Liu Yao, lying on the operating table was a patient undergoing surgery.

That scene was too exciting for a layman.Disemboweled, bloody and bloody, it's the kind of bloody state that can't be broadcast at all, even if the camera scans it, it will be mosaic.

But no one could mosaic Fang Yin's eyes.He could only be forced to look directly at the extremely bloody scene, and he felt a dull pain in his chest and abdomen just looking at it.

He closed his eyes, gave a soft "hiss", and tried not to look in the direction of the operating table. The screen on the instrument moved by itself after Fang Yin approached.

There is no Liu Yao's face in the whole video, but from the picture and angle of view inside, it can be seen that this is actually Liu Yao's No.1 angle of view.

Standing in front of the screen at this moment, Fang Yin seemed to see Liu Yao's past experiences through Liu Yao's eyes.

The little girl's blissful first half of her life was no different from what they had learned in the illusion. The difference happened after that critical medical incident.

The perpetrators did not use sulfuric acid, but knives.

Neither she nor her boyfriend died, but Liu Yao was disfigured, and the man injured his most precious hand to a surgeon.

Since then, Liu Yao is no longer a little nurse who is loved by everyone, and the flowers are blooming. The ugly scar on her face will even scare the children who used to like her the most.Facial restoration takes a lot of time and money. Before that, she could only live with one face.

And his boyfriend lost the ability to pick up a scalpel forever.Years of hard work were suddenly ruined overnight.

Fang Yin finished reading all the content in silence, then raised his legs and walked to the next room.

In Lu Qi's room, there was a sense of relaxation that was incompatible with the entire terrifying atmosphere.Of course, if it wasn't for the dolls that were so lifelike that they looked like real people, Fang Yin really felt that there was a piece of pure land in this poor place.

The dolls are infinitely close to real human beings, and even the details are done to the extreme.

Fang Yin's breathing was a bit heavy, he took a deep breath while clutching his heart, and then walked with difficulty in the toy sea.In the center is a stage made of building blocks, on which string dolls babble and sing.

Lu Qi is a child who is overwhelmed by school work and all kinds of weird interest classes.In her world, there are only one test paper after another.Terribly blank.

When entering the illusion, Lu Qi should not be very old. The life shown on the stage, Lu Qi's life, is boring and boring.

There are endless courses every day, endless specialties, and endless papers.

These heavy learning tasks are like a maze built by high walls, trapping a child here.She craves play of all kinds, fun company and light-hearted activities.Rather than the so-called interest like completing a task.

Fang Yin propped himself up to watch Lu Qi's life, covered his mouth and coughed.

I found that purple-gray lines appeared on my arms at some point.Like blood vessels flowing under the flesh.Fang Yin rubbed hard on it, but it couldn't be removed, and it hurt badly.

Is he about to mutate...

It's so fucking painful.

There was some mist in Fang Yin's eyes, he sniffed and wiped his eyes.Try not to break down and cry.When he got here, he basically understood that these small rooms were the places where the NPCs in the illusion used to store their memories.

The composition of the so-called illusion is the obsession, malice, and even strong hatred that were buried deep in their hearts before the fog fell.Visions are worlds constructed in their imagination to trick and punish those who enter.

Perhaps in real life, they have regrets and resentments in their hearts, but most of them are hidden in their hearts and cannot be expressed.The illusion is like a catalyst, maximizing those negative emotions and trapping human beings with the dark side of human breeding.

It's a pity that I don't know if I have the opportunity to tell Qin Pinggui about these things.Maybe it will be of some help to what they are about to do.

Fang Yin thought regretfully.I suddenly felt an itchy nose, raised my hand to touch it, and felt blood on my hand.

He has a nosebleed.

He tore off some cloth from the hem of his clothes and wiped the blood casually, covering his bleeding nostrils.

Accelerated heartbeat, chest tightness, difficulty breathing, muscle aches, and then dizziness and pain in the flesh.

His head was heavy, and every step he took, his feet felt like they had landed on the tip of a knife, causing pain.

…Isn’t that how the mermaid felt when she first landed and walked?

Fang Yin thought of it suddenly, and was made to laugh a little by his rambling associations.Under the severe pain, he bared his teeth and made a smile.

Fang Yin felt that his growth in the fog was indeed not small. In the past, this uncomfortable feeling would have made him cry for his father and mother to die or live.Now not only can I grit my teeth and endure it, but I can also take the time to have fun and think about things.

It's probably because... he knows that even crying out in pain is useless, no one can help him in this kind of hell.

His current state is quite different from the one he just landed here. He straightened up in embarrassment, took a deep breath, endured the pain and continued to walk forward.

It was all the illusions he had experienced to get here.

After pushing open the next door, I don't know what it is.Fang Yin lowered his eyes and opened the door anxiously.

Unexpectedly, the layout of the next room was very familiar to Fang Yin.It is a small leisure square in their community.There is a swing, next to it are slides and various entertainment facilities for children to play.

Hiss... Fang Yin's heart tightened, and he was a little scared for no reason.

This can't be, his own illusion, right?People who fight against NPCs will one day become NPCs themselves?Fang Yin didn't remember any superfluous obsessions he had with this swing, and there was a little bewilderment in his eyes.

How can there be an obsession that can't be remembered? Can that thing still be called an obsession?

Fang Yin was baffled, and his body hurt everywhere while walking towards the swing.His vision began to become a little hazy, and he was still complaining about why there was no such prop to mosaic the bloody scene.It's good now, I'm highly myopic.It is estimated that he may gradually go blind in the later stage.

Fang Yin squinted his eyes, looking at the swing and thinking hard.

What has he been doing here?

For a while, he learned to paint on a whim, and practiced sketching with a picture book.I also sat on the swing in a daze when no one was around.Occasionally...probably...how many times have you accompanied the neighbor's children?

This place is just downstairs of his house, and Fang Yin often passes by it back and forth, so he really can't remember anything special.

I also came here a few times with Qin Pinggui when I was walking at night.But it's definitely not an obsession. If you want to talk about obsession, the place should be on the bed.

Fang Yin didn't understand, he limped towards the swing, stretched out his hand to push it casually, then sat on it, raised his head and began to fantasize about how he, an NPC native, would change after others entered his own illusion. Far to toss others.

My butt seems to be hurting too.

Crispy.

Fang Yin was thinking while swinging on the swing, and then he reached out and rubbed his uncomfortable buttocks.

There was a "click" and something fell.

Fang Yin squinted his eyes and bowed his waist, looking down.

Oh, it turned out to be a notebook.

Fang Yin picked it up, opened it, and saw that there were two photos put together on it.

One is square printed.Fang Yin couldn't remember when he took this photo.It was a dimly lit night.Seeing that there are many children chasing and playing around, it should not be too late.

The dim light of the street lamp hit the side of the young man's face, his forehead was drooping, and there was a sweet smile on his face under the soft light.He was sitting on a swing looking down at his phone, and he could see sweet dimples on his cheeks.

The white shirt maximizes the gentle temperament of the youth in such an atmosphere.

It should be a candid shot from the angle.But I have to say it was well done.

Without any narcissism, Fang Yin's heart was moved after seeing this photo.

The other one is a girl.

After Fang Yin narrowed his eyes and got closer, he could see her eyebrows clearly.

Very familiar.It was the girlfriend Fang Yin didn't know who appeared suddenly in the first illusion.

Oh, and this is the room of the first illusion.Fang Yin suddenly understood.This is not his room, he just fantasized about it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or rejoicing.

My temples are throbbing and hurting.He rubbed his eyes and looked back at the book.

Inside are all sketches that Fang Yin threw away.

Hiss...Fang Yin suddenly remembered something.This photo can't be completely candid either.He remembered a young girl asking if he could take a picture, and he seemed to agree.She won't always have a crush on herself, right?

So the content of his first illusion, she is his girlfriend, and she still has that ring on her hand.Probably Fang Yin's own memory was mixed with that girl to form the first illusion.

Her obsession is actually to be with herself?

Fang Yin closed the book and smiled helplessly, got up and looked for the door to the next room.

The room after that still does not belong to Fang Yin, but it is no longer the NPC he is familiar with.Probably an NPC in a fantasy that others have experienced.But what does that have to do with Fang Yin?When will these rooms one after another end?

He really... hurts.

Fang Yin leaned on the wall and took a deep breath, feeling his breath trembling.

"Take a rest, take a rest before leaving." Fang Yin said in a trembling voice, and he didn't know who to tell.

He raised his hand to wipe his face and touched the wet marks.Smell it, there is no fishy smell.not blood.

It was sweat mixed with tears.

He didn't hold back his tears.

It was definitely physical tears, and Fang Yin was unwilling to admit that he was crying in pain.Purple-gray veins have spread all over the body.

Fang Yin propped himself up and continued to stagger forward.

One room, another room.

One after another... without end.

But each of them had to force Fang Yin to read their stories before leaving.Otherwise, there will be various things to attack Fang Yin.Like the collapsed bookshelf, and the ghost bride with the protruding face.

He really... hurts.

But Fang Yin didn't dare to stop, in case he could get out of the next room...

What if he could get out...