The most terrifying thing in the world is not the wandering soul, but the human heart. - "Dark World"

Feng Heng glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Seeing that it was still early, he had the idea of ​​preparing to match another game.

Speaking of what the person I just met in the central hall said is "Night Carnival". However, since it is something certified by the central hall, it should not do anything excessive to a player who has just activated his personality?

The event of [Night Carnival] starts at 6 pm tomorrow. It seems that you have to arrange your time carefully at that time. If you are late, you will be finished. I don’t know when Chu You said that when will you contact me again.

For some reason, Feng Heng had a bad premonition for some reason, and always felt that tomorrow would be very dangerous.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Feng Heng murmured to himself, leaving everything he thought of today behind, and clicking on the game's matching system.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, and there are still two hours left before the next day.

Although it was already so late, the activity level of watching the game was still so enthusiastic and full of energy.

After experiencing too many team battles, Feng Heng suddenly wanted to play a single-player game. After having the officially certified [Personality] system, various privileges followed. Although they are not as comprehensive as those of the top 100 players, they can also choose the game matching mechanism they like.

As mentioned before, the matching mechanism of this game is completely automatic, but now Feng Heng can use privileges to make himself choose a copy of the game such as single player or multiple player.

Feng Heng's eyes clicked on the [Single Player Match] floating in the air. At the same time, the rapid changes in the surrounding environment made Feng Heng close his eyes.

Although it is a game, it can still bring Feng Heng an unknown pleasure.

He has now felt that his brain was accepting this game, and he feels that this is part of life and there is no objection.

Black, has come.

The moment he closed his eyes, a picture suddenly flashed through Feng Heng's mind.

A man was holding a few threads and was playing with something like a puppet in his hand. Oh, yes, it was a puppet.

He didn't know what the sudden appearance had. He only knew that the next thing would be related to this.

Yes, this is also a privilege that comes with the [Personality] system.

Black envelops the entire cottage.

The "crunchy" wooden floor, the "crunchy" wooden doors, and a somewhat wet and wind-proof wall, form the hut. Under the strong wind, the hut is about to become the last candle in the wind.

Feng Heng opened his eyes and found himself lying on the shaking bed. The first thing that caught his eye was the swaying chandelier.

In the hazy state, Feng Heng swept his eyes towards the window, and a black shadow happened to flash.

When he stood up and wanted to see what the black shadow was, he placed it on a half-body mirror at the head of the bed, and gradually reflected a few lines of words.

[Feng Heng is a poor Express reporter. He bought such a small house because he couldn't afford the down payment of the house.]

[At the time, he was just greedy for cheapness and wanted to change his residence when he wrote shocking news and the newspaper was selling well. What he didn't expect was that the hut he bought himself was a haunted house.]

[It is said that two people died in this haunted house, one of which was hung to death, and the other jumped into the window to death.]

[Every night, in this humid environment, listening to the creaking noise of the bed board makes Feng Heng listless all day long.]

[His work day is to write and draw on wrinkled pages every day, and to follow the newspaper's arrangements during the day to search for "big news", which is enough to sensation the whole world.]

[Everyone thinks that it is completely impossible to search for a poor reporter. Even the newspapers that arranged for him think so. They just want to see Feng Heng’s jokes and just play with him in their hands.]

[But what no one expected was that Feng Heng actually found the news, and it was really "explosive big news" - the final murderer of the serial murder case]

[Yes, yes, what he discovered was the murderer of the largest serial murder case in China. He even thought of the title.]

[But at night, a sleepy feeling swept over his perception. He had no time to clean up the manuscript paper and lay on his torn little bed and fell asleep.]

Feng Heng frowned, half-sitted on the bed and glanced at the handwriting reflected in the half-body mirror.

This is probably a narrator.

First, the game background was introduced, and then various doubts were introduced.

He always thought that the game background could only be informed by the system, but he didn't expect that this method could be used.

When Feng Heng wanted to continue doing his own thing, he found that the originally reflected handwriting had disappeared, replaced by new handwriting.

[Time flies very slowly, at least for Feng Heng.]

【When he opened his eyes, he remembered all the things that happened during the day, which made him feel so scared.】

[Killing, something that he didn't even dare to think about, was just presented to his eyes. What a big blow to him.]

[Feng Heng subconsciously glanced outside the window, and a black shadow happened to flash through the window.]

[He wanted to stand up and open the window to see what was going on, but he was attracted by the half-finger mirror placed at the head of the bed.]

[I don't know what is on the half-body mirror that will attract Feng Heng to the scene.]

[Feng Heng looked at the mirror for a while and walked to the window to open the window.]

As these handwritings slowly appeared, Feng Heng was stunned. Aren’t these narrators talking about themselves?

The movements of the half-bone mirror just now and the shadows outside the window were also clearly stated, and the narration was also used as a weird first-person pronoun like "I". Feng Heng frowned. For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition.

Feng Heng stood there in a daze and didn't know what he was thinking. He turned his head and continued to look at the mirror, but found that all the words in the mirror disappeared again, and what appeared in the mirror was a sentence that had just appeared-

[Feng Heng looked at the mirror for a while and walked to the window to open the window.]

Unlike just now, this sentence was drawn by the red liquid, giving people a very terrifying feeling.

Is the narration meaning a reminder to me?

If you don't do what the narrator says, will something strange happen?

Feng Heng didn't know, but for his own safety, he chose to follow the narrator.

After leaving the bed, Feng Heng stood up, walked towards the wall next to the bed, and reached out to the open window.

I thought there would be something scary outside the window, but what he didn't expect was that there was nothing except the ink blue sky.

Turning around, I accidentally found that there was a line of words on the window, which appeared out of thin air like magic—
Chapter completed!