I play the horror world as a development game

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The long bells echoed in every corner of the school.

It's like announcing the start of the game, and it's like a dangerous signal is being conveyed.

boom! !

In the silent class three of six years, there was a muffled sound suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, one hand grabbed the door frame of the classroom door, and the door frame rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the wood powder fell off in bursts.

That hand was covered with horrible blue veins.

Teacher Yan came out with a black bag, helped his eyes, grinned slightly, and the eyes under the frame turned scarlet.

The voice from the throat lost its original gentleness and was filled with frenzied excitement: "My good students, the teacher is about to start hunting!"

……

In a dark corridor of the complex building, Qin Nuo walked slowly. When the bell rang, he suddenly heard many horrifying sounds from afar.

It's like, the demon has been unleashed.

"It's also Children's Day, I think it's almost the same as Ghost Festival."

Qin Nuo murmured.

"Give candy, and the teacher won't make trouble. It's a bit of a halloween sight."

"It's just that the school is so big, and the candy is no more than the size of a thumb. It's impossible to find it if it gets stuck in a gap."

"The map is too big and the items are too small. It is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack."

"If you just search aimlessly like this, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find a piece of candy paper."

"Or, will there be any guidance? For example, looking for the jigsaw pieces of the evil dream?"

Qin Nuo talked to himself while walking.

"Be careful, there is a strong malice ten meters ahead, coming towards you."

When Qin Nuo heard this, he hurried into the classroom beside him and hid in a hidden space under the podium.

Although there is a blood-eyed ghost, Qin Nuo is not necessarily afraid of him, but now that he is a mouse, he has broken the rules of the game mode. If the mouse kills the cat, who knows if there will be any punishment?

Hiding under the podium, he held his breath.

Qin Nuo paid attention to the movement in the corridor outside the classroom.

Soon, he heard movement outside, a heavy footstep.

Very heavy!

The floor is trembling slightly!

Immediately afterwards, Qin Nuo saw a huge black figure appearing outside the corridor, with scarlet eyes and panting heavily.

Qin Nuo was a little dazed.

This is not the body shape that an ordinary person should have at all!

Not a teacher?

Is there something else involved in this game mode?

The other party's scarlet eyes looked into the classroom, Qin Nuo withdrew his gaze, shrank under the dark compartment, tensed his nerves, and made sure that he would not make a single movement.

The huge black shadow stared at the classroom for a while, and then left with heavy steps.

As the heavy sound got farther and farther away, Qin Nuo raised his eyes, and some cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

Because at the moment just now, he clearly saw the monster holding two round things in its hands and dripping something.

Qin Nuo went out of the classroom, checked the floor, and found out what the drop was.

Blood!

"So the monster is holding a few heads, which belong to students?"

"Is this what happens after being caught?"

Qin Nuo felt a chill down his back, and even he couldn't help cursing a little.

What about Happy Children's Day?

What about focusing on student happiness?

What the hell is there a surprise, it's more frightening than frightening!

===Chapter 158 Death Studio, Inner World?===

The blood in the corridor made Qin Nuo feel uncomfortable. In order to avoid meeting the monster, he chose to walk in the opposite direction.

Black fog covered the entire campus, seriously obstructing the line of sight, and the visible range was less than two meters.

Terror comes from the unknown.

Walking in such an environment is like a blind man holding on to a wall and walking in the dark. No one knows what kind of terrifying things will appear in the black mist in front of your eyes in the next second.

This is an extremely test of one's heart and guts.

The same is true for Qin Nuo, the difference is that he has a blood-eyed ghost, he can detect the surge of ghost energy ten meters away, and predict the danger, which makes him feel relieved.

"In such a dark environment, looking for a piece of candy always feels ridiculous."

Walking in the corridor of the complex building, Qin Nuo muttered while looking at the door numbers of the passing classrooms.

Which floor he is on now, and he can't remember where he is in the corridor. In short, where he went and where he searched.

"After the black fog covered the school, the classrooms and corridors seemed to have changed significantly, and it always felt more dilapidated and more age-like."

Qin Nuo looked at the moss cracks on the fence, and weeds grew from the cracks.

In the classroom, those stools and chairs are almost weathered into wood powder.

He didn't know if it was a hallucination, but he always felt that the seats were shifted, as if something had left the seat.

On the podium, there was a faint sound of chalk hitting the blackboard to write...

Qin Nuo was taken aback, stopped in his tracks, and was thinking about going in to have a look, when suddenly he heard some voices.

"The voice of a child?"

The sound was very close, Qin Nuo walked along the source of the sound, and soon, he came to the door of a classroom.

The windows are sealed and the doors are closed.

From time to time, there were a few horrified sounds from inside, and then there were a few unknown horrifying and tearing sounds.

Crunch!

The wooden door suddenly opened at this moment, revealing a gap, and a woman's voice came from the gap: "Student, do you want candy?"

"Come in, you can get the candy you want."

Qin Nuo was stunned.

Adult voice, teacher?

Isn't the teacher a cat, and also responsible for delivering candies?

"Go in and have a look, don't panic, I'm here." The blood-eyed ghost said.

After the blood-eyed ghost said so, Qin Nuo naturally couldn't be cowardly, and pushed the door open.

The moment he stepped into the room, his sight became clear, and the classroom was exposed before his eyes.

It is a studio, where the drawing boards are neatly arranged, and there are several students sitting on the seats.

Concentrating on painting, even when Qin Nuo came in, they didn't shift their eyes. Their eyes were always on the drawing board, switching back and forth with the models on the podium.

But looking carefully, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were stiff, and there were beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads, as if they were suffering from great pressure and fear.

On the ground, there were a few puddles of rotten meat, emitting a nasty stench that made people suffocate.

On the podium, the painted model is a dry man with sunken eye sockets and protruding facial bones, like a dying drug addict who will fall to the ground and die at any time.

On the podium on one side, there is a rattan chair, which will automatically move without wind.

But Qin Nuo clearly felt a ghostly aura there.

"Invisible ghost." Qin Nuo confirmed it at a glance. This kind of ghost is mysterious and terrifying. As long as it doesn't appear, it's hard to guess what kind of strength it is.

"Don't worry, the teacher is not a cat, he is only responsible for delivering candies to you."

"The drawing board is a sacred thing. It can present a world of endless reverie in one's heart, and it can also present the true beauty of everything in the world."

"The teacher likes the students who draw, especially the students who draw well. If they draw well, they will be rewarded with candies. If they do not draw well, they will be punished a little."

On the podium, a female voice of Yujie Fan came.

"If you can't draw well, you will be punished. How is it different from a cat?"

Qin Nuo looked at the rotten flesh and blood on the ground and shook his head.

This is the so-called small punishment?

Qin Nuo looked back and saw that the door had been tightly closed, like a trap, waiting for someone to jump in.

Qin Nuo looked at the students who were drawing, standing there sweating profusely, their nervous expressions, their hands holding the sketch pens were trembling.

They are all doing their best to draw the scrawny man.

Obviously, these students are all players. Unlike Qin Nuo, they probably entered by mistake.

And entering this studio, it seems that one must complete one's painting works and get the approval of the invisible teacher on the podium before leaving the classroom.

At this time, with the clock on the wall beating little by little.

The swinging rattan chair on the podium suddenly stopped.

"Student No. 8, your time is up."

When the voice came down, it was like a death sentence.

The player sitting in seat No. 8 was surprisingly calm, turning his drawing board calmly.

In the drawing board, the skinny man huddled in the corner of the wall. The painting was very vivid, expressing emotions such as loneliness, fear, and desolation.

It's even more vivid than what I painted!

The player seemed confident, and said flatly: "Teacher, I hope my candy will not be short."

The previous players drew very poorly, even abstractly. Halfway through the drawing, they collapsed and wanted to forcefully leave the classroom.

The strange thing is that when they left their seats, their bodies seemed to be cut, and dense blood lines appeared on the skin all over their bodies.

As soon as he took a step, his whole body was scattered on the ground like parts. Numerous pieces of flesh radiated heat, and blood flowed out, staining the drawing board red.

In this way, the pupils of the remaining players shrank suddenly.

This is definitely a ghost above the horror level!

At this moment, they all understood.

Fall into the trap.

Paint or die!

There is no choice.

The other two players who were killed were brutally killed because they were not satisfied with the painting.

For players without drawing talent, this is tantamount to waiting to die.

But the one who turned the drawing board now happens to be a well-known painter in the real world and in the painting world. An ordinary vase and an ordinary person are like flowers under his pen, as if they are endowed with another layer. His life has become more meaningful and more profound.

In order to ensure that his work is flawless, he completed the painting in 10 minutes and corrected the flaws in 10 minutes.

Turning the drawing board at this moment, the player looked nervous, but stared at the candies on the podium with bright eyes.

A chill hit him, and he knew that the female teacher had come down.

Then, on his drawing board, a palm print clearly appeared.

The fingers are slender, sliding gently, as if stroking and admiring.

"It's very well drawn."

"Lonely, panic, claustrophobic, desolate... You have vividly drawn everything that should be seen. You are an excellent student."