dramatic death

Chapter 56. Welcome to the Death Option Branch

Yin Tong squatted on the ground, looking up at the closed door.

The old wooden door stands a few steps away, with complicated reliefs outlining its frame, and simple wood grain adorning its body, making its silent body into a thick wooden wall.

Yin Tong raised his head and looked for a while, but he really couldn't spy on the visitor beyond the door.The air was humid and cold at three o'clock in the morning. He put down the backpack in his hand, stood up and looked warily at the tight wooden door.

There were three knocks on the door.

"Boom."

"Boom."

"Boom."

To open or not to open, that is the question.

In traditional horror games, "opening the door and killing" has become a classic bridge section that is worthy of tribute.According to incomplete statistics on social platforms, 60% of the protagonists will be killed by fancy tricks at the moment of opening the door; 20% of the protagonists will be cursed after opening the door, and then be killed by fancy tricks; Involved in an accident after opening the door, because of insufficient force value or improper handling, he was killed in a fancy way.

Usually, only 5% of the protagonists are likely to encounter NPCs, barely survive, and fortunately enter the next main line from the current plot, becoming a luckydog who is only responsible for stringing the plot.

So the question is, will a qualified horror game that claims to be able to break through 70% of the realism fall into the cliché?

Yes, Yin Tong can answer without thinking, definitely will.

If Hakoniwa Online is really an action game that focuses on horror decryption, then it will not only strictly abide by the routines in the game and perfectly implement the essence of "opening the door to kill", but also draw inferences from one instance and learn from the old to bring forth the new, transforming the subjective "opening the door to death" into The objective one had to open the door to die.

To put it simply, Yin Tong felt that there might not be an option of "not opening the door" in this game.

Visitors outside the door will not have the spirit of quitting in spite of difficulties.It might break in after a few breaths, or it might suddenly appear behind Yin Tong and wring his neck.

However, most horror games become extremely infiltrating during the game because you start to guess "what might happen".It uses a bridge that adds the unknown to the known, like blindfolding your eyes during intravenous injection, so that you don't know when you will meet the needle that pierces the skin.

So you've been on your guard, holding your breath in the silent room.

Your heartbeat roared in your chest, your eyes were firmly focused on the closed door, and you heard a sighing sound outside the door. After a short pause, someone turned the cold doorknob.

Yin Tong watched the metal handle rotate downwards, and the sound of the lock snapping open, accompanied by the small sound of pushing the door, echoed in the quiet room.The warm lighted corridor revealed the tip of the iceberg. Bright lights entered the bedroom from behind the guest and fell on the wooden floor in front of him.

Standing in the obscure shadow, he saw the petite girl between the cracks in the door.

She has a pale face.

……

To a certain extent, [-] [forbidden] action games and suspense horror action games have the same purpose. They are both good at setting off stormy waves in plain plots and making you surrender to all exaggerated gods.

Standing in the bedroom, Yin Tong saw the little girl at the door raised her head and called out loudly: "...Brother?"

— It feels like raising a ghost doll.

The little girl who looked no more than four or five years old stood behind the half-open door, her slightly long hair was loose, her palm-sized face was turned away from the light, covered with a layer of pale death.She was wearing a pure white cotton nightdress and dark red rabbit slippers. Her big dark eyes were like two cold and hard stones. Not only was there no figure of Yintong inside, there was not even a little light.

Yin Tong heard her ask in a low voice: "Brother, can I sleep with you?"

——This is a deadly question.

If Hakoniwa Online is a text-style horror game with pop-up options, then there must be three translucent option boxes floating in front of Yin Tong: "Yes"/"Reject"/"Ask Reason". Possibility of opportunism, even the previous white card with reminders remained the same as it was a few minutes ago.

——Without any hints, the degree of freedom of the game has been magnified countless times, and all clearance methods depend on the player's "idea", which simply forces the player to reverberate.

Yin Tong didn't speak, but the little girl seemed impatient.She lowered her eyelashes and hesitated for a while, then pushed open the door, stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and ran towards Yin Tong's direction.

She threw herself into Yintong's arms, her petite body was like a piece of frozen ice cream.The heavy wooden door closed behind her, and the metal deadbolt made a light "click".

Yintong heard her ask: "Can I sleep with my brother?"

——It seems that there is probably no "no" option.

Boss Yin hesitated for a moment, feeling desperate for the plot of "destined" to share the bed with "non-human".He imitated his usual way of coaxing Christie and touched the girl's little head. The ice in his hand made him tremble, and the hair entangled with his five fingers was soft and sticky, as if he had fallen into a wet and cold quagmire.

"What's the matter?" Yin Tong maintained a steady voice, and even managed to squeeze out a smile, "Did you have a nightmare?"

The ice in his arms rubbed against each other, and he murmured vaguely: "I want to sleep with my brother, and Tutu also wants to sleep with my brother."

Only then did Yin Tong realize that the little girl was still dragging a rabbit's ear in her hand.

It was an old, dusty bunny doll.It has a petite body and huge ears, so that half of its body hangs to the ground.

Its eyes were tightly shut, the lids stitched together in a smile with jet-black silk threads.

"The rabbit is asleep."

Yin Tong suddenly looked back.The little girl in his arms was raising her head, her pale cheeks pressed against his waist, and a strange smile was drawn on her thin lips.

She said, "Brother, let's go to bed too, shall we?"

……

—How long is a night?

Yin Tong opened his eyes abruptly, looking at the blurry mirror in front of him, the black rabbit doll on the opposite side of the mirror had already raised a sharp axe, slashing at him without hesitation.

He took two steps back, his feet slipped and he fell to the floor.The wet and cold mirror made a shattering cry, and the tiny glass shards splashed into the pool from the cracks, and the huge collision sound hit his eardrums, shaking his heart to roar.

Panting heavily, he heard a voice in his consciousness stating.

["Player Yintong, 0-2 in the novice teaching, file loading is successful."]

Go to **'s novice teaching!

Boss Yin looked up at the cracked black seam on the mirror, his chest heaved and his headache was splitting, he felt that the clumsy rabbit doll seemed to be getting closer, maybe next time he would walk out of the mirror and chop him with an axe skull.

The bathroom was cold and damp, he staggered to his feet, and pulled off the pajamas behind the door.

The baseball bat was still stuck in the laundry basket, and Hiromi, who could crush people's eyes, was still sitting at the door of the bathroom.Its small figure is like a dark dream haze, reflected in Yintong's pupils, vaguely overlapping with the petite girl before reading the file.

He can't even remember how he "died".

It is not a pleasant thing to share the bed with a "non-human", especially when the little girl in your arms is obviously cold as a block of ice, but she is wronged and crawls into your arms.In the last round of the game before resetting, Yin Tong was completely ashamed. He was lying on the bed, hugging the little girl whose body temperature was negative, his gaze desperately adapting to the dark room after the night light was turned off, and he strongly doubted whether he could survive. until tomorrow morning.

He couldn't find anything that could be called a "weapon", as if the only combat tool in this dungeon - the baseball bat had been thrown in the bathroom by him.

He began to doubt whether his way of clearing the level was correct. Maybe at the very beginning, when he got the baseball bat, he should have swung the bat and smashed the dog's head at the door, and then killed the kid in his arms neatly.

——I can choose to pass the level violently.

Yin Tong closed his eyes and thought so.

——I can choose to pass the level violently, there is no need to hesitate, this is just a game.

He felt the "ice cube" in his arms move, the little girl seemed to be woken up, her soft voice broke into Yintong's muddy consciousness with a hint of sleepiness, as if swallowing a whole thing alive in the winter root ice cream.

"Brother," Yin Tong could feel her hands grabbing the clothes on his chest, and her cold breath encircling his collarbone, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

He didn't speak, he closed his eyes and breathed lightly on purpose, as if he had fallen asleep.

He heard the little girl ask again: "Brother, are you asleep?"

There was a "Xi Xi Su Suo" sound in the air, as if something had climbed up his quilt along the bed sheet.Yintong felt the cold little hand on his chest moving up slowly, like a sticky cold-blooded animal trying to climb up his neck covered in cold sweat.

The noisy "Xi Suo" became louder and louder, and he felt that the bed behind him seemed to be sunken, and something was shaking, stroking his back indifferently.

He dared not open his eyes.

There have been rumors circulating on social media that certain mischievous ghosts will climb into your bed in the middle of the night and rub your back and the nape of your neck.Don't open your eyes at this time, otherwise you will see its eyes full of desire and hatred, clinging to your trembling eyelashes.

It will swallow your soul, tear open your chest, get into your body, and live on your behalf.

Yin Tong closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe lightly.He thought that the reason why horror games are scary is that the designers are good at using people's directional thinking. If he opens his eyes and smashes the "things" in the dark now, let alone whether he will see something "shocking". "Scream" thing, in terms of strength alone, it is still a question of whether he can beat the opponent.

He doesn't have a "weapon", just like a trumpet who just left Novice Village without props, he can't even fight a Pomeranian, let alone fight with unknown "monsters" in the dark.

I can't beat it.Yin Tong thought, maybe in the next second, I will load the file.

He suddenly felt funny, he didn't even know what he did wrong, he didn't know what to do next.

But what does that matter?Anyway, I have to read the file.

Thinking of this, Yin Tong suddenly opened his eyes.

There is nothing in the dark.

The petite girl was nestled in his arms, her breathing was steady, and there was still a slight smile on her lips.She seemed to be asleep, her eyelashes drooping slightly covering her dark eyes, Yin Tong took a deep breath and then let it out slowly, he couldn't tell what mood he was in, but he really I breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and was about to stroke the girl's soft black hair.

But he heard someone sigh behind his ear.

"Brother, I'm hungry."