When I woke up, human beings were randomly drawn to live talk.
The chosen people represent different regions in the game of weird rules, and those who survive to the end receive a resource reward for the region.
Those who lose will be wiped out with all the human beings in the region.
I was unfortunately drawn, live, and the game was — the weird talk house.
After school, you go back to your sweet home, where you spend seven days, during which you can find a place to hide and never leave.
Rule 1: No one can answer when you’re in the bedroom.
Rule 2: The windows of the living room at midnight on odd dates.
Rule 3: Check when sound is coming out of the bed.
Rule 4: Don’t look into the eyes of a stranger when there is more.
Rule 5: Refrigerator doors cannot be opened.
Rule 6: The presence of homeless animals in the home is immediately fed.
Rule 7: Don’t talk to your brother, don’t believe him.
One.
“Welcome to the game of rules! I’m sorry.
“Every host of the game is invited to follow the above rules, but not every rule is correct, and the host is asked to identify them carefully and avoid being dragged into darkness. I’m sorry.
I opened my eyes and entered the world of strange games, with empty rooms covered with blood-like wallpapers, a window with a dark side of the bed, heavy rain and thundering lightning, and a distant sight.
It’s a very depressing environment.
Suddenly, the sound of a dripping wrist was a black smart watch.
Other regions can be seen on the watch, where players also participate in the game, and where there are flashes on the watch screen.
“Whoa, this is the inside of the game? The lights are flashing. I’m sorry.
“The summer district will win!
We don’t want to die! I’m sorry.
As I closed the watch, the step outside the door sounded, and the step was slow and heavy, and the wooden stairs squeaked.
Subconscious, I hold my breath.
Who knows what came up!
The footsteps stopped at the door of the room, and suddenly the middle-aged woman screamed, “Na, did you wake up in the afternoon?” Come down for dinner! I’m sorry.
It’s like my real mother. She wants to answer.
She knocked on the door so hard she could break it.
Say something! Are you awake?
I didn’t answer, I kept my mouth shut and talked about rule number one.
The “people” who were out there slammed the door for a while, and I didn’t answer, and they ran away, and there were heavy footsteps in the dark hallway.
I put a cold sweat on it to get my breath back.
The watch on the wrist was red, and the players in the game were eliminated.
The rule game is 24 hours without interruption, and the little screen of the watch is full of bullets.
“Damn, I’m scared to pee. I thought the door would fail! I’m sorry.
“Something out there isn’t human. It sounded like my mom. I thought my mom was gonna come in and beat me up! I’m sorry.
“The bulletscreen body, unintentionally lit. I’m sorry.
I looked at the death racer’s phase-out playback, and it was a neighbor’s racer, just like me.
She was afraid to fall in bed and heard her mother’s screams and her sick knocks on the door, and for a while she put up with it or said yes, and then all the voices outside the door stopped.
The twinkling lights in the bedroom went out, and in the dark countless tentacles came in from the door stitches, and she tried to hide from it and screamed and was dragged deep into the dark corridor.
Two.
There is also a sense of hunger and fatigue in the game, and in this environment it is important to maintain a good physical strength and state.
Through the gap in the door, I made sure that there was nothing to hide outside, so I opened the door and walked down the dark and narrow stairs to dinner “Mom” for us.
There were no lights in the living room, but a few white candles.
The mother in her apron explained to me: “The storm weather has blown off the electric switch in the living room. I’m sorry.
She turned around and watched me with a weird look: “Nana went out with me to see if it could be fixed.” I’m sorry.
I shake my head right now: “No! I’m afraid of the dark, afraid to go out at night. I’m sorry.
I remember very well the general rule of the game: “Standing in the home for seven days, during which any variation in the home can lead to a place to hide and never to walk out of the house. I’m sorry.
Leave this house and die!
My mom was staring at me for a while, and she started to complain. Nothing can help…
When the food was put on the table, two more people came out of the dark room and sat silently at the table.
One is a tall, skinny man with glasses. It’s supposed to be my dad.
There was also a young man wearing a duck tongue cap, who covered most of his face and could only see his skin and skinny jaw.
This is supposed to be the “brother” mentioned in the rules.
Don’t talk to your brother!
But this phantom brother never showed his face from beginning to end and didn’t mean to talk to me.
I took back my eyes and wrote down the family members who had appeared in this room.
Quick, eat, no food! I’m sorry.
Mom threw the chopsticks in front of me, and there was strange meat in the white bowl, and the other family members bowed their heads and ate them mechanically.
I don’t have an appetite.
There’s only quiet food on the table, nobody cares about me. I’m looking up at the customer’s room, and there’s a refrigerator near the door.
There may be other food in the fridge.
I remember the rule saying, “Don’t open the fridge.” I’m sorry.
But some of the rules of the game are right and some of them are wrong.
If you speak, you die!
It’ll take your life to try.
I had no choice but to hold my breath and eat the meat from the bowl, and the watch screen flashed and the curtain on it was lit.
“Ow, that’s disgusting. What the hell is this meat? Eat and die.”
“Eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat. I’m sorry.
“Why don’t you try the fridge? It’s not inevitable. Maybe it’s the wrong rule. I’m sorry.
Look at the bullet screen on the watch, I’m eating the meat from the bowl. It’s not as disgusting as I thought, but it’s hard to swallow.
After dinner, Dad and his brother went silently to sit on the couch in the living room, staring at the black-painted television.
Mom’s complaining while she’s tinkled as a chopstick.
Everything seemed weird and normal, and I thought it would be back in the real world if it weren’t for the white candles that were shaking, the rain that was pouring out of the window and the two men who watched the TV shut down silently.
I rushed up the stairs and someone came after me.
The cold hands were holding my wrist, and I looked back and the man who came to me was my brother.
Under the corridor light, this face is not so scary, even the five officials in the pale face, and they look a little handsome.
“Na, I have something to say to you. You have to believe me! I’m sorry.
Cold cold followed him to grab my hand and crawl on me.
I couldn’t talk, I threw his hand away and ran upstairs to the room.
He didn’t come after me, but his sight was stuck to my back like a sticky insect.
“You have to believe me, only I know everything! It’s a fake world. You can’t close the game for seven days. I’m sorry.
3
Go back to the room and I calm down and think about what he said.
Is this a fake world?
Or is the game itself fake, and all the participants are lab rats, and no one can leave alive?
This idea, it shakes me.
I won’t!
I tried to keep myself awake and not be compelled by these inhuman monsters.
Maybe the rule is right. Don’t talk to your brother, don’t believe him.
I looked up at the watch, which showed it was at 11:08 p.m., and it was so fast that I woke up for dinner, it was midnight.
Something’s not right.
But in the game of the odd rules, everything seems reasonable.
I didn’t think much, I looked at my watch screen and finally remembered why I was looking at the watch just now. After all this time, no red light had been on and no participant had been phased out.
The Earth is divided into dozens of areas, that is, dozens of participants.
The failure to answer the first rule created a phase-out, which should not take so long that no one had broken the rule.
No one can look back at the death record and at the other participants.
I lay in bed, and some of the swelling brains sorted out.
Curiosity is human nature, and I’m curious to find out the truth.
Didn’t any of the dozens of participants ask?
Just one person who breaks down and asks one more question will trigger the rules, be dragged away and completely erased.
There are only two possibilities at this time, and the first one is one in which everyone cares about curiosity and does not talk to his brother. The second is that the rule is wrong, that it can talk to your brother, and that the brother’s words are true, so that it will not trigger the rule.
If it was the second, the world was fake, the game was fake… How can we get back to the real world?
Or did they drag them into the dark and die here after seven days?
I went to the bathroom to wash my face, make myself clear of these crazy thoughts, calm down and continue the game.
The watch next to the washroom was flashing, and all the comments from the netizens who watched the live broadcast were speculated, in a matter of minutes, with several hundred more.
I didn’t see it. I was afraid I’d collapse.
I fell asleep in the bed for a while and woke up, and the window was still dark, with the watch, the time it showed, and I woke up.
October 19.
According to the rule, “at midnight on odd dates, look at the living room window. I’m sorry.
It’s been a day since I slept so long? The other people in the house disappeared and Mom didn’t call me back for dinner.
And I can’t feel hunger, as if everything had stopped while I was sleeping, and I lived the same day, and it was always raining and never the same night.
Only the dates on the watch have changed.
“This is a time-sharp, right? No day!
“Is it true that the rain has been raining like this? The house is in the water. Can the participants escape? I’m sorry.
Look at the bullet screens of these brain holes, I’m a little nervously relaxed, and this is my only entertainment in this weird talk game.
It’s late at night. 11.30, I open the door, walk down the dark stairwell and look for the big down window in the living room.
The watch between the wrists suddenly moved with strange frequency.
I received a text message reminding me that there is only one sentence: “Don’t look at the windows of the living room. This rule is wrong.” I’m sorry.
The game participants can watch the screens, the dead can be played back, but they cannot respond to the comments from the netizens on the screens, and no one can reach the participants except for the curtains.
Can’t find the text from the sender. Who sent it?
My heart stopped beating for a second, and I was wondering if it was a former game participant, the same as our “Big Mouse”?
“Who are you? How do you know this rule is wrong? “I’ve been shaking my fingers and I haven’t answered.
We’re about to reach midnight.
There was only two seconds left to choose, and I turned around and closed my eyes, and in the moment I turned around, a great amount of blood fell out of the sky, and the blood fell on the windows.
At the same time, the red light on the watch was gleaming in the dark.
Someone’s been eliminated again!
4
This is the wrong rule of death inducement.
Half of the participants were eliminated from the rule, while others survived by overslept at 12 points or by questioning the authenticity of the rule.
Without that mysterious message, I might be dead.
I leaned against the stairwell wall, my heart beats so fast, I was cold, and I felt the rest of my life.
“Lucky luck! She chose the right one! I’m sorry.
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“Fuck, I’m scared! I thought she was gonna die! I’m sorry.
“It’s amazing. How does she know she can’t look in the window? I’m sorry.
Death played back and jumped out. I lit two videos at random.
A blond, foreign handsome man standing in front of the window and staring out of the window seemed to be attracted to something, shivering in fear and unable to control himself.
At that point, a large body of blood was poured from the top of the window, and the blood glued to the window glass slowly came together and moved and turned into a shrouded red touch.
The glass was shattered and countless red tentacles pounced at foreign handsome men in the living room.
His live room was red, and it stopped.
There’s also an island brother who died in the same way.
Audiences can see live broadcasts from all regions, with a wide range of messages.
“It’s a shame that such a handsome foreign boy has taken his lunch so soon. I’m sorry.
“The face is useless, and it depends on mental qualities and brains! Sister Na! Son of fortune!
When I went up the stairs, my wristwatch vibrated again and there was no text message.
He didn’t answer my question, he seemed desperate, like he was in danger.
“I don’t have time! I can only tell you one more wrong rule. I’m sorry.
I waited for a moment, and the watch was so quiet that there was no hint.
“It” is in danger. Can’t send another message? Or do I have to wait a while to get it?
Either way, I don’t know.
Back in his room he fell asleep, and the sound of the heavy footsteps resurfaced.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
“Na, are you asleep? @Jan25: I don’t know.
I didn’t answer.
“Turn off the lights and don’t waste the power, you hear me? I’m sorry.
My silence angered her, and she smashed the door, and the door frame twisted, as if something in the dark corridor would break in the next second.
The heart speaks of the voice.
In the game, all creatures must abide by the rules, whether human or these weird monsters.
I don’t break the rules, they can’t affect me or hurt me!
I calmed down and covered my face with a blanket and fell asleep.
4:08 a.m.
There’s something in my room, it’s moving.
I was awakened by the concussion of the bed. It was not an earthquake. It was something creeping under the bed.
Lights in the room were not out at any time, there was a storming out of the window, only an eyeblazing lightning, and occasionally a dark and dark bedroom.
All the senses in the dark are magnified, heart beating!
The tension is so sobering that I recall rule three: “When the sound comes out of the bed, look at it.” I’m sorry.
Don’t look, don’t look! I’m sorry.
“Death or death!”
The watch pops out of countless bullets.
I’m not sure if this rule is correct or wrong.
The voices under the bed are growing, and the black shadows are entwined together, like countless entangled and twisted snakes.
Based on the two-day phase-out rate for game participants.
Seven rules, at least half right, I think.
If the rules that have emerged are excluded, there are four rules, “three, four, five, six”, which means two are correct, only once!
I slowly looked down by the bed, long hair on the cold floor, towards the dark and narrow bottom of the bed…
5
If it was a horror movie, it would be a terrible thing in the dark right now, dragging me under the bed.
None, however.
When I looked down, all the sound shadows disappeared and there was thick ash under the bed, not even a mouse.
It’s just like everything I’ve just been through is just my illusion.
The red light on the watch told me that something terrible had just happened and that someone had been eliminated.
Death came back and was a young female participant, who heard the noise, was afraid to tighten her body under a blanket, was afraid to look under the bed, was reached under the bed with a touch of green slime, and ended the game in her screams.
Five participants were phased out, leaving more than a dozen.
Game number three.
My wake-up call was a knock on the door. It was morning and the window was still dark.
The depression of “home” and the nearness of death have put me under great stress and red blood on my eyes.
Wash your face with cold water, keep yourself awake, and I open the door to the room.
Outside the door is a pale brother.
He talks in cold, but he smells a little more human than his parents.
He asked me, “Did you sleep well?” I’m sorry.
I don’t answer, pull the distance.
He went on to say, “Mom’s ready for breakfast. Let’s eat together. I’m sorry.
Walking up the stairs, his brother turned around before him: “You still don’t believe me, third day? The storm outside will not stop, and you will not leave here unless…”
“Hold on, it’s cold! “Mother shouted loudly and interrupted his words.
My brother’s eyes flashed fear.
He gives me a strange feeling that he’s not like these “monsters” with human skins. He’s like a human being. He’s like a player who’s trapped here.
Is that possible?
Perhaps we, the players in the game, will end up being part of the “home” and be left in the world.
I want to call my brother.
No! No! Still, a few rules have not been triggered.
At the table, Mom’s still doing the “dark cooking” with the green sticky porridge.
Dad wasn’t home, only my brothers and mom, they sat down and ate delicious, green porridge.
I’d like to dump this shit, but I want to win the game, I have to keep my strength.
“Green Porridge? Am I wrong? What’s that smell?”
“Don’t eat dogs! The participants are so pathetic…
I took a few bites with my nose, and I found my brother looking at me, and he looked at my mother again.
He’s scared of Mom and he wants to talk to me again.
Mother machine-packed the emptiness of chopsticks, and I went to the couch and sat by my brother.
He turned his head and had no face on his pale face: “Do you believe me?” I’m sorry.
The rule says, “Don’t talk to your brother.” Does noding mean talking?
I didn’t dare to react, just listen to him.
“You want to get out of here in seven days, do as I say, and I’ll take you out of the house on the night of the seventh to see the truth.” I’m sorry.
My hands are sweating.
The general rule states that seven days in the home and seven days in the future will win.
Can I trust him when his words and his rules are broken?
This is too risky!
So I stood up and walked, and my brother was staring at me: “If you do not believe me, try it as I say.”
“Sleep and hear breathing in the ear, do not open your eyes.
“Mother made noodles on the seventh day. First bite, not second. I can’t get you out of here. I’m sorry.
Brother told me two new rules.
Six.
Back in the bedroom, the air room is hundreds of millions of people.
People who watched the live video are talking about what your brother said.
“Can this guy believe it? Is it a violation of rule 7 if he does as he says? I’m sorry.
“What if the 7th rule is wrong and you need to trust your brother to get through the game? I’m sorry.
“I think he’s right! I’m sorry.
“I’ll go. This survival game can look at faces? Let the participants choose. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to think. My brain’s swollen.
Every choice in the game relates to life and death and to all humanity in the region, and the fear of this madman is accompanied by a strange excitement, and adrenaline makes it difficult to think in peace.
Gambling addiction.
It’s the fourth day of the game after midnight.
It didn’t take long to sleep, and the noise under the bed was bigger than last time.
The sound of a baby’s squealing voice came from under the bed, which was constantly shaking, and the giant rise and fall monster in the dark was hidden under the bed, and the next minute the bed would climb out.
The slimy touch hands were hidden, leaving green marks on white sheets.
The lamp on the side of the bed was broken again, and I pressed it several times, and I couldn’t react but to give up, to walk out of the bed, to look inside, close to the sew on the bed at night.
As was the case last time, when I looked at the bed, the bottom was calm.
The empty room echoes my hurried breath, even though the third rule is clear, and fear cannot be contained.
When we returned to it, We covered ourselves with a blanket, lying flat in the middle of it, and we were not moving.
When I couldn’t hold myself to sleep, a slightly cold wind blew my ear.
It’s freezing!
The windows of the room could not be opened and there could be no air flow unless there was an additional “person” in the room.
It’s lying on the side of the bed. Look at me!
Heavy breathing, just like behind me.
I can see it when I turn around.
His brother’s words appeared: “Sleep and hear the sound of breath in his ear, do not open your eyes. I’m sorry.
What do we do?
I only hesitated for a few seconds, so I lifted up the covers and looked around.
There’s nothing. The breath just sounded like an illusion, but the chain under the lamp was shaking.
I didn’t believe my brother’s words, so it wasn’t the trigger rule?
“That was close! I’m sorry.
“Is there no violation of rule 7? I’m sorry, but I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
“The 7th day rule is wrong! My brother’s right, otherwise the monsters should have come! I’m sorry.
There was a growing consensus among the audience that rule 7 was wrong and that brother could believe it.
I keep my head down on my nails, and I don’t think the game is that simple.
It’s like a trap full of green grass, it looks normal, waiting for the prey to relax and step on it.
When I woke up again, the whole day went by, and the day went by, until the fifth day of the game.
No accident, it’s still a storm out there.
♪ ♪ And the ♪
The stinging of the door was ringing, but nobody spoke.
I’ll wait on the bed, when the sound goes away, and the door opens!
I’m scared, I’m watching out the door.
There was no terrible thing outside the door, only the corridor where the lights flashed.
I bit my teeth out of the room, the noise in the living room, and Mom’s funny laugh.
7
I slowly walked down the stairs, and Mom stopped laughing, and she turned to the fat body and looked at me in the eyes of the obscenity: “How did it come down?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer, Mom turned away from the living room.
The door should be opened with a new rule, leading the player to the living room for a game.
I noticed the water stains on the door and the footprints on the floor, which extended to the sofa.
The power in the living room was not fixed, and only the light outside the window was used to obscure a thin man sitting on the couch.
Is it Dad? The missing father went home again?
People on the couch twisted their necks and almost heard his bones ringing.
He didn’t turn around, he just twisted his neck at the radians that humans could not.
Nana, I’ve come to see you! I’m sorry.
The old squeaky voice is not the middle-aged ‘father’!
There are strangers in the house!
At the same time, I recall the fourth rule: “Don’t look into the eyes of a stranger when there is more in his family.” I’m sorry.
Mother stood behind me when she did not know when she was coming: “Nana, you really don’t know what you’re doing. Grandpa came to see you with the rain, you didn’t even say hello, you didn’t lift your head! If anyone talks to you, you have to see his eyes. That’s the minimum of respect! I’m sorry.
I’m not moving, Mom gets mad behind me.
And then the cold came upon me.
I almost forgot the mysterious sender, and “it” sent another message: “The fourth rule is wrong! I’m sorry.
My hands and feet were cold, and I looked up and looked into his eyes as my grandfather stood up.
Grandpa’s creeping thing disappeared.
The smile he can’t say on his dry face: “Nana’s taller, remember me? I’m sorry.
I said, “Remember.” I’m sorry.
“Good boy! Learn well. These monsters are acting like one.
At the same time, the watch between my wrists was red.
Mother wrinkled her head and asked, “What is this?” I’m sorry.
I was busy covering the red light on the watch: “The smart watch is dead, I’m charging it up.” I’m sorry.
Mom doesn’t have a good breath: “Buy all the useless things and come down for dinner.” I’m sorry.
I said, “Where’s my brother?” I’m sorry.
Mother stood still, staring at me with a terrible dark eye: “Big brother is doing well in school, don’t bother him! I’m sorry.
I came up with a few guesses through Mom’s reaction.
A brother may leave the home without being bound by the general rule or the general rule is wrong.
Mother and brother have a strange relationship.
If my brother is a “player” left over, is he worth believing?
Will he help me escape?
I wrote the speculation on the paper, and those who watched it were able to see it.
“Na, calm down. Let’s stay calm and win! I’m sorry.
“Big brother can believe! Don’t hesitate!”
Why didn’t he leave the game?
Did you lose?
What’s going to happen to those who stay here? Will it be controlled by monsters or will it preserve the human mind?
I couldn’t conclude, turned off the screen, and died back out.
Those who believed in the rules did not look into the eyes of strangers, were torn to shreds by the tentacles of Grandpa’s back and dragged into darkness.
This rule of death has been eliminated from five, leaving only one person in digits.
Two days remain and two rules remain.
Mystics will never remind me again, but on me.
8
October 23, sixth day of the game, heavy rain.
I was awakened by red light on my watch and two more were eliminated.
They didn’t break the rules, they committed suicide!
One drowned in the tub and the other swallowed his toothbrush, and today’s live broadcast was quiet, talking about the deaths of the two participants, some wondering and some feeling sad.
“It’s been 6 days. Why can’t you think of it? I’m sorry.
“Na, you have to hold on! Let’s cheer you up!”
I sat in the window for a while. Will the system let us go?
We’re like experimental creatures locked in a cultured vessel, thinking that freedom is close, but it’s a glass wall that can’t be broken.
The heavy rains hit the windows and the weather seemed worse than the previous few days.
Strange screams coming out of the window, and panicful sirens…
I took my hand out of the window and wiped out the fog and looked out the window.
The light flashed, and in the darkness there was something as big as mountains creeping, and I looked pale and back.
When you look at it again, it’s just that the shadows of the woods are shaking in the rain.
What is home?
Trial cells for participants, or safe houses?
I picked up the chair, I hit the window, I hit it, I breathed hard…
The window glass was covered with cracks, but it was not broken, and the material was like bulletproof glass.
When I tried, I dropped my chair and sat on it and breathed.
Once again, the cracks on the windows were restored.
I’d like to get closer to the sound coming from the living room, and the sound of Zhang Dang was so stingy that something broke.
Invaders in the home!
The bedroom door, again automatically open, dark silent invitation.
I pulled the lamp on the side of the bed and used it as a defensive weapon, walking slowly and carefully down the stairs.
I couldn’t find anyone in the living room without a light. I was nervous.
Suddenly something jumped on the table and softly yelled at me.
I’m relieved, it’s a cat, not an alien monster.
The orange cat came to me, stomped on his legs and from time to time looked up and screamed.
He fell down and touched its hair, and it was wet and forced to hide from it by the heavy rain.
The smile disappears from my face, and I recall rule six: “There are homeless animals at home who must feed immediately.” I’m sorry.
I stood up and looked for food in the living room.
There’s nothing on the table, there’s nothing in the locker, there’s only a fridge by the door.
Only there could be food.
“Rule five, the refrigerator door cannot be opened. I’m sorry.
There must be one wrong rule that clearly contradicts one another!
Which one?
Cats follow me all the way down the table, looking down at me, screaming in their mouths, screaming more and more.
It’s a pair of eyes, a strange light in the dark.
I hold the freezer’s cold hands, my fingers shake, and my head rolls cold and sweats.
The fridge door was pulled open and the yellow light was on, and there was only one can.
I took out the canned, opened it and put it in front of the stray cat, and he crouched down.
And I leaned down by the fridge and held myself tight.
The stray cat left the living room after full meals, without accident, the red light was last on, the sound of screaming was heard in the video, and the hungry cat did not wait to feed and chose to eat the game participants.
There are only two survivors left.
Seven rules, one last day!
I fell down on the floor, and I twisted my smile, “I bet right, I win, I win…
“I have to get the hell out of here! I’m sorry.
It’s not over, tears are falling.
9
Seventh day, when I woke up, it was night at 09:34.
All the lights in the “home” turned into a dark red, which even reduced the temperature.
The anomaly has increased!
I found a dark green sweater in the closet in the bedroom, and the door was smashed. Everyone’s waiting for you!”
This time I was not afraid and my heart was almost free.
Walk down the stairs, sit at the table for two people, a father who hasn’t shown up for days, and a brother who looks like a dead man.
Only my brother looked at me, and Dad was a gray shadow, and I didn’t even see him.
My brother pointed to my watch and the cold face was so tense.
I remember him saying, “Mom’s noodles are for the first bite, not the second. I’m sorry.
The red light was on the top of the head, and all the furniture appeared to be covered in blood, and the atmosphere in the house was worse than the grave.
Mom’s fat body came over, got a pot in her hand and hit it on the table.
She mechanically put a bowl of noodles on everyone.
The soup is red, it’s like a base of blood, and Bisonson’s noodles look very strange, they’re thick, they’re very elastic.
I pick up chopsticks, and I mix them up.
My skin’s numb, and I’m getting sick.
Everyone except me eats noodles in peace, drags the senora’s noodles so long, and then eats them in red and thick soup.
“Nana, don’t be silly at dinner! I’m sorry.
Last day, I made a decision and the watch on my wrist was left under the pillow in the bedroom.
If I could see the screen, I would say that there are a lot of sympathy for me at this moment.
“The face is cold and it’s bad.” I’m sorry.
Can you leave here only if you eat the next one?
I ate noodles in my mother’s obnoxious eyes.
The strange smell, the indistinguishable elasticity that fills my fragrance. I eat no noodles!
After I swallowed it, I covered my throat and I kept getting sick.
“Eat! Keep eating! “Mom’s on the table, yelling.
I cried out, and I refused to shake my head. I can’t take a second bite of this weird food without my brother’s warning.
“Cunna, don’t you listen to me! “Momma hit the table hard, the face gets twisted, the eyes come out of her eyes.
“Eat, eat! Must eat!” And she repeats it strangely, loudly.
I pushed the table and my heart was full of fear and shivering eyes staring at the door of the home and trying to escape.
Just as I left the table, my hair was scratched.
I screamed!
The mother’s face has become so rugged that the obese face is so plentiful that the next second this “human skin” will be broken.
She’s got a pot to cook next to. I can’t get out of it.
These hands tore my hair and put my face in a hot noodle soup.
I had one hand on the table and the other one looked so hard, I finally touched a fork and stuck it in my mother’s hand.
The fork didn’t touch the bone, it was like a slurry plastic.
The sound of the stinging eardrums, the fact that my mother let go of my hair, the wound dripping from the green sticky liquid.
She’s staring at me in the cold, and her eyes are blinking, and there’s a covering inside.
Mom’s head down, licked the fluid out of the wound, and the wound healed.
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I held the fork’s hand shaking, and I saw the fork’s tip corrupted by the fluid from her!
Monster! Everyone in this family is an inhuman monster!
I should not have believed my brother’s words if I had once again doubted his identity.
His brother was wearing a duck tongue cap and his whole pale face was hidden under a shadow that he could not see.
He said, “Did Nana decide? I’m sorry.
Are you going with him or are you going to stay in this strange house full of monsters?
It’s quiet in the house. It’s almost terrible.
All the “people” looked up and looked at me without an expression until I made a choice.
My pupils magnify, my heart beats, and my hands and feet are sorely burned by the rapid flow of blood.
Leaving home in seven days is no doubt against the rules of the game!
What am I going to face?
Maybe a second or two has passed, maybe a few minutes.
I touched my dry lips and said, “I have decided.” I’m sorry.
And his eyes and his brother’s eyes didn’t rise and fall, and he stupended his lips strangely, as if my answer had been determined.
I felt sorry for myself and made the wrong choice!
“Come with me.” I’m sorry.
After I made my choice, my father walked back into his room silently, and my mother fell down in the chair, staring at me with a thick mouth and asking, “Why don’t you stop eating noodles?”
Having said that, her limbs were convulsed, her eyes turned upside down, and she was suffering as much as she threw a sticky foam out of her mouth.
I was scared and covered my lips with my hands.
And his brother came behind me silently, and held me in vain: “Don’t worry about them, time is running out.” I’m sorry.
I wonder, “When?” I’m sorry.
“What’s with the game? What about them? What is it? “I’m pointing at the mother who’s dying of twitch on the chair.”
And his brother took out his flashlight and two umbrellas from his drawer, and delivered one of them to me: “Look with me, you will know.” I’m sorry.
And I went to the door of the home, and my brother said, “This door can only be opened by you, and only the participants in the game can choose.” I’m sorry.
“Are you like them, an alien monster or a human? I’m sorry.
My brother put his cold hand on my back: “Trust me, I’m the only one in the house to help you.” I’m sorry.
I breathed deeply and felt something was wrong.
But in detail, my conversation with my brother did not trigger rule 7, which means that rule 7 is wrong and brother can believe it.
My brother will help me get out of my home and escape this horrible game.
Is this going to work?
I’ve interrupted my thinking, I can’t think about it, and the game is here and I can’t go back and choose again.
“Come on, they’re about to wake up!” I’m sorry.
“Who? I’m sorry.
All of a sudden, there’s a huge, sharp bang in the tables and chairs.
The mother who was just convulsing was standing up again, and her face had changed, her skin had fallen and torn, and the black tentacles in the seven-tips had to tear up the skin.
Dad also came out, not out, but out, and his legs were replaced by a huge, slippery tail.
“Nana, hurry up! “The brother shouted.
Before Mom and Dad came up, I turned my handle and pushed the door of the home.
A white light flashed, and I was stabbed in the open, and a dark night torn apart by lightning.
There was a terrible scream in the house behind me, and I looked back and they jumped into the window, beat the window with a creeping touch, and swollen faces were attached to the window.
Mother reached out and wrote a few words in green slime.
“You the car…”
If you don’t wait for me to see, my brother dragged my hand: “Go! I’m sorry.
I was whispering to hold up the umbrella, and the black umbrella was not able to stop the storm and rain, and it was soon flooded.
My brother is in front of a large, dark forest.
Once again, deep in the forest, the low noises of the giant monsters that I have heard before, as well as the alarming sirens.
Eleven.
And followed his brother into the dark and green forest, and the earth covered with wet and smooth moss.
Deep in the dark and thick woods, it seems that there are countless eyes watching us, and the light flashes, and I have no intention of seeing the shadows of the human being, like strange animals, moving through the woods very quickly.
They have long limbs, silver and smooth skins, and can’t see their faces, or they don’t have a face at all, and frogs jump like limbs.
There’s a clear noise coming from behind me, something standing behind me, crushing the dead branch.
I was crucified, and I heard a weird “gull.”
I’ve never been so scared.
“There’s something behind me! * I’m shivering and saying this. *
“Don’t look back, try to cover yourself with a black umbrella, slow down, and don’t cause them to wonder.” I’m sorry.
I kept my brother’s black umbrella as low as I could, and I moved forward.
“Lumb” “Lumb”!
Rain nights in the forest, all this weird noise, everywhere!
Another lightning.
I finally saw that the trunks, the shadows, were full of faceless monsters, and they were so many that they blew their heads off.
It’s a twist of time. I don’t know how long I’ve gone through this monster forest.
The cold sweat and the cold rain were mixed, and there was not a dry place on my body, and I was so cold and shaking that my fingers became abnormally blue.
“Here we are. I’m sorry.
He turned around and lifted his coat on me, and I looked at the building and the pupils were shaking.
The dense barbed wire is followed by high-tech, modern, white high-rises, like hospitals or biochemical laboratories in the real world.
The barbed wire has a red flashing light horn every two metres, and the sirens I hear in the house are supposed to come from here.
The sky above the head becomes gray and is no longer a dark storm night.
The sound of the waves drew my attention and we reached the seaside.
Behind this white building is the sea of grey waves.
There are no birds in the sea, no moving fish, and there is silence.
“Something’s coming. Get down!”
I was dragged by my brother into the woods, two metres long, and a few organisms in yellow biochemicals patrolled through the barbed wire.
“What is this place?” What are they? “And my tongue is dry, and they’re alien creatures that come to Earth?
“This is a biochemical base. “My brother looked at the building, and it was amazing.
“Why do you know all this? “I’m worried about staring at him and asking.
The sea wind blows through his brother ‘ s face, and his eyes are covered in silver and gray that man does not have.
I can’t breathe!
“We swam in the sea and the storm turned into our oars, and you never know what fear lies beneath the rolling beige. * He doesn’t sound up and he reads it like a poem. *
Their names are Qusulu, a planet that came to them tens of thousands of years ago, and dwells in the depths of the sea, where the ancients were taken to evil spirits. They feed on human fear. I’m sorry.
Humans are the strongest, the most primitive emotions are fear!
Perhaps as an instinct to avoid harm, my immediate brother makes me feel untrustworthy.
I stood up and tried to escape him and get out of this place!
There was a flow of air over the head and a large grey triangle slowly landed on the open ground inside the barbed wire.
The hatch was opened, and two creatures in protective clothing were carrying body bags in our direction.
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They turned around and headed towards the white building.
My brother followed me up to the wire.
And We should have fled, but We were sent to follow him with a shadow, towards a barbed wire.
The two men were careful to avoid the searchlights and the detection equipment and went not far from the white building.
In front of the building, it was a rectangular and gruesome water tank, with a constant white smoke.
The two creatures in protective suits were crouched down, pulled the body bag and pulled out the body inside.
The bodies they dragged out of the body, wearing dark green sweaters, black long hairs…
I looked at my familiar clothes and even forgot how to breathe!
I saw her face.
She has the same face as me!
The five officials have twisted their faces with blood, their blinded eyes and seem to have experienced terrible and terrible things before their deaths.
I’m gonna bite my back so I don’t make a sound.
The body, it’s me!
I’m alive!
Is there a lot of me in this world?
And when the sky turned, and I could not think, nor breathe, they threw my body into a corroded pool, covered with white smoke.
I opened my eyes and was about to collapse.
There were countless bodies floating above the pool, all wearing dark green sweaters, and there appeared to be layers of undefeated bodies underneath.
They’re all me!
Countlessly I die here, thrown into a corrosive pool, waiting to melt.
There’s nothing worse than facing death!
The brain stopped thinking, and my limbs were shaking, my eyes were frazzling, and I instinctively had to scream from my throat.
My brother found out and covered my mouth.
And his fingers were cold and cold, and We fell in his arms, and We saw the veins that flowed under his white skin, dark green, and the blood that flowed therein was green.
He’s like Mom and Dad. He’s a monster called Kosulu!
“No sound. I’m sorry.
He looked down and spoke to me, and there was a flashing covering in his gray eyes.
And we moved the monster, and the two creatures who dealt with my body came in our direction, and the sound of the alarm sounded.
They move fast, far from human.
Turning to the barbed wire, I saw the faces under their masks, the green chubby meat herds, some humans, some more octopus, the undersides of their faces, with countless tiny tentacles.
Dark green eyes, like dark without light.
I was overwhelmed by fear and forgot to run away!
Watching his brother’s hand pierced through his chest, he pulled me up into the forest as I came and spilled green liquid all the way.
The monsters seemed to fear the forest, did not come in, the brother fell down on the floor, he breathed with his mouth and there was no blood on his face, and now he was like a dead man.
It was only in Kosulu that he escaped, and the faceless creatures of the forest heard the sound coming out of the shadows.
His brother said, “These are failed tests in biochemical bases, half of which are human genes and do not attack humans. I’m sorry.
Large air currents are holding the leaves of the forest, and the ship has come over us, with silver and white beams, searching for our position.
There’s nowhere to run!
“Nana can leave the game, the only right way to defeat them.” I’m sorry.
“It’s impossible! I don’t want to answer. How can I compare my power to a ship?
My brother raised his hand, “Hold me!”
I gnawed my teeth down, held my brother’s hand and once again sounded the system sound when I entered the game.
“What does the host need? I’m sorry.
My brother answered for me: “The credit exchange. I’m sorry.
“The host died 38510 times in the game, with more than 60,000 points. What do you want to exchange?” I’m sorry.
In front of me, there was a virtual screen with all kinds of things, listening to brother’s moaning and the low air flow of the ship. I couldn’t wait to see more, to find the weapons interface and to select the most expensive heavy weapon in it.
I’ll do whatever it takes to get out of here!
“The laser gun has been converted and the host’s points have been exhausted. I’m sorry.
There was an additional cold weapon in hand, and the brother on the ground was not breathing, until he had a strange, untouchable smile on his lips.
I took up arms and went down on the ship, with purple lasers, a huge explosion, and numerous burning metal fragments falling down.
The sound of an explosion of a convulsion caused me to hear the sound of fire and of an explosion.
I was hit on the ground by the air and I fell over.
13
When I woke up, I was lying in my room with a furry bear on my pillow.
The warm sun shines through the bed curtains across the room.
This is my home in the real world. There are no alien monsters. There are no dark storms out there.
Nana’s downstairs for breakfast! “Mother’s voice has long been unkind.
My nose was tight, my eyes were sore, I almost cried out.
It’s great to leave the game and go back to the real world!
I walked down the stairs on my furry pink slippers, and my mom was busy in the kitchen, and she had cooked rice on the table, which was so sweet.
Sitting at the table, I’m satisfied with a lazy, nightmare-like game world that’s over and won’t eat the disgusting food!
It’s good to be alive!
I picked up the chopstick and found a note under the bag. It’s Dad’s handwriting.
The note says, “Mom is not feeling well these days, has a bad temper, and remember not to make sound when eating.” I’m sorry.
A cool air went right into my head, I bit the chopsticks and my eyes were red.
This note, it’s just a note from Dad, but after the game of rules, I leave a legacy, and it’s like a rule of the game.
Shit!
I took up the note, and banged it in the trash.
The mother who heard the sound of it slowed down the choice.
It’s starting to get weird at home!
I’ve lost my appetite for breakfast, I’ve turned on the TV, I’ve never seen it, and there’s so many screens floating on it.
“Someone will die soon! I’m sorry.
“Who’s the first? What do you expect from her? I’m sorry.
The porridge that didn’t swallow became sticky, and I had the stress trauma and went to the bathroom and threw up.
I looked in the mirror, and the clock was mirrored.
No, no one wears clocks in the bathroom.
This is not my home!
The brain is running, and I’m having a creepy idea, and I’m in a trap, and I’m still in a game.
What’s the problem?
“Nana…” Mother still calls me softly, but the sound goes up, “Where are you Nana?” I cooked your favorite rice congee. I’m sorry.
I was sweating down, staring in the mirror with one eye and thinking about where the game had gone wrong.
It’s my brother!
There must be something wrong with rule seven!
I have violated rule 7, but no one can think that the rule is half-right. You can’t talk to your brother. Don’t believe your brother’s words.
That is, I’m still in violation of rule 7 and I’m in the game.
I was shot off with a laser gun outside the biochemical base, because I broke the rules, believed my brother, left home with him in seven days, lost the game and failed to return to the real world.
When I left the house, “Mom” wrote with a tentacle on the window, “You, lose!” My brother dragged me on purpose, didn’t let me read it.
It’s more likely that on TV, the screen that interacts with me is fake and used to confuse the participants’ judgment.
Kosulu feeds on human fears. How can he let us “weasel” leave?
All game losers don’t really “dead,” they stay here, the cycle of death, the infinity of games, creating fear for the food of alien creatures.
I walked out of the bathroom and put my phone on the table.
When I sat down, I took my phone and hid it in my sleeve, and my mom smiled at me, “Na, you don’t listen, Dad told you, don’t make a sound at dinner. I’m sorry.
And she starts with her mouth open, and her tongue turns red and she rolls at me.
When I ran into the bedroom, I pushed the closet over the door of the house.
Just a few minutes. Enough time for me!
I quickly edited the information with my phone and sent it to my previously used watch number.
If my guess is true, there are countless “I” in this closed air, and when I leave the chat house game, there’s a new me in it, and I wake up and play again.
“Don’t look at the living room windows. It’s wrong! I’m sorry.
“Na, come out. Don’t make Mom angry. ‘And the word outside was soft, but it struck the door in a violent manner, and We shuddered upon the closet.’
As I thought, the message came from there: “Who are you?” How do you know this rule is wrong? I’m sorry.
I wiped a cold sweat in my sight and couldn’t answer her.
When the red hand broke into the door, I sent the last message: “Don’t believe my brother!” I’m sorry.
The mother, who dragged her long tentacles out of her mouth, came to me, and raised her eyes softly: “Nana violated his father’s note and was punished.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
