I play the horror world as a development game

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The family environment, the tutoring parents, directly control how the child grows up.

Purring alone, Qin Nuo glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost eleven o'clock.

"Let's take a walk around first. My parents don't care about life and death. I'm not broken. I can't handle a few meals?"

Qin Nuo thought about going out. The location of the house was in a relatively remote part of the town, and beyond that was a hazy area covered with layers of white mist. As long as players knew it, it was the boundary of the map.

"I remember that Black Crow Ghost School is on the same bus route as Yinquan Restaurant and Hongyue Convenience Store. After finishing the dungeon, can I take the bus back directly?"

Thinking of this, Qin Nuo suddenly wondered how the Hongyue Convenience Store was being managed.

"My lovely employees shouldn't mess up the store, after all, Liao Shen and the masked ghost are watching."

Qin Nuo murmured, and walked out of a small alley. The town of You Nan is not big. Standing on a high place, he could see the Hei Ya Ghost School from a distance. At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class was coming from the school. , Even if you are far away, you can hear it.

Without continuing to look around, Qin Nuo walked down the path.

Even at noon, the town of Younan still gave people a very cold feeling, filled with white mist, under the big camphor tree, the old man who played chess packed up the chessboard, hunched over, and walked away with a cane.

As soon as Qin Nuo walked down, he smelled a scent in his nose, turned his head, and saw white smoke rising from a steamed stuffed bun shop, bursts of steamed stuffed buns smelled from inside, filling his nose, tempting greedy people .

Qin Nuo walked over with his hands in his pockets, and took out the two ghost coins that Li Qianqian stuffed into him last night.

The owner of the bun shop came out. He was a young man wearing a white apron and a headscarf. Seeing Qin Nuo, he was a little dissatisfied: "Why are you here now?"

Qin Nuo had a weird expression on his face, what do you mean by that?Is Qin Feng still a regular visitor here?

Looking at the steaming steamed buns that had just been opened, and wondering what the trap was, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop saw it, picked up three meat buns, put them on a plate, and handed them over.

Qin Nuo took it and was about to pay the money when he heard the shop owner say in a deep voice, "Hurry up and eat, and work after eating! Don't be silly, I don't care for idlers!"

Qin Nuo was stunned, and only realized it when he saw the sign for child labor recruitment on the side.

Dare Qin Feng was a child laborer for this bun shop in exchange for food.

"Ding! The player triggers the role-playing task, completes the one-day child labor performance in Baozipu, and gets an excellent evaluation from the boss, and then you can get the role-playing degree and the dungeon score!" (The task contains hidden clues)

"What do you mean by hidden clues? On the main line?" Qin Nuo thought to himself.

Since it was chosen by the character, and it was still a role-playing task, it was natural to follow along.

Putting away the ghost coins, Qin Nuo randomly found a chair, sat down, and started eating.

He wanted to eat more slowly, but he still gobbled it up.

Although the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop had an unfriendly tone, he still had a good heart. He put a cup of soy milk on the table and said, "Eat so fast, if you choke to death in front of my shop, bad luck is a trivial matter. Blackmail me a lot of money!"

"Eat slowly! Don't hurt anyone!"

Qin Nuo nodded, took a sip of soy milk, and swallowed it.

After eating the last meat bun, he bit into something hard and knocked his teeth.

Qin Nuo spat out in pain, it was a ring.

Before Qin Nuo could react, the store owner snatched the diamond with quick eyes and quick hands, and laughed a few times: "I said the ring on that finger is missing. You're lucky, kid. If you're going to swallow it, that's okay." It will take me a lot of effort to get it out!"

These words make people shudder.

But more disgusting!

Qin Nuo guessed that the meat of the meat buns would naturally not be pork, but now that he ate a ring, he still felt unwell.

These days, it's not easy to stutter in the horror world!

"Work when you're full, dawdle, don't think about getting dinner!" The shop owner left this sentence, put the ring in his pocket, went to the kitchen, and continued to chop meat.

Qin Nuo went to the backyard and carried a bucket of minced meat to the back kitchen.

The iron bucket was placed on the ground, blood overflowed, and in the minced meat, a few black eyeballs were connected to the nerves, staring straight at Qin Nuo.

The shop owner picked up a piece of meat, put it on the chopping board and chopped it up, as if he said to himself: "The goods purchased today are good, and the taste of the steamed buns should be very good. These are the most greedy of those brats."

Qin Nuo looked at the finger that was caught in the piece of meat, the nails were still manicures, and wanted to ask where these goods came from.

But when the words reached his throat, he still swallowed.

Don't talk about topics that don't matter to the character in front of the game NPC. It's a trivial matter to reduce the role-playing degree, and unexpected and terrifying things will happen...

===Chapter 198 Meet an Acquaintance Again, Crescent Pendant!===

In the back kitchen, Qin Nuo started to get busy.

The owner of the meat bun shop seemed to be in a hurry all the time. He swung the knife in his hand vigorously, and the minced meat was splashed everywhere.

The character played is very thin, and it seems to be strenuous to carry things, and the steps are staggering and difficult while holding the iron bucket.

The boss stared at him, as if he was used to it, and said: "After moving the materials, go to the storage room and bring up the bag of flour. The materials just came in today, and some are busy!"

Qin Nuo nodded, without complaining, it seemed that it was a great honor for him to be rewarded.

While wiping sweat with a towel, he went to the storage room on the second floor and dug out the bag of flour.

The environment on the second floor was very dark, all kinds of sundries were piled up here, and a damp musty smell permeated the air. Qin Nuo observed the environment on the second floor and went downstairs with flour.

At this moment, the business of the store began to be lively, and those around the door were all those little ghosts carrying schoolbags after school. The smell of meat buns made them irresistible.

I took the bun and stuffed it into my mouth without fear of choking on it. The yellow meat sauce flowed out, which looked delicious, but it was not pork oil at all.

Business is always good during the peak period when school is over, but after two hours, the business at the door gradually becomes deserted.

The boss was holding an old bong, and sat at the door with his legs crossed. While smoking the shredded tobacco, he said to Qin Nuo, "There is freshly boiled water on the table."

Seeing Qin Nuo drinking from the water bottle, the boss lit some cigarette ash and said casually, "How do you feel?"

Qin Nuo wiped the water stains around his mouth, a little confused: "How do you feel?"

"Watching other people's children of the same age go to and from school one by one, but I finished my studies early, so I can only do odd jobs here to earn a living for myself. Don't you tell me that you don't feel anything at all?"

Qin Nuo's face was blank, his eyes were lost in thought, and he didn't answer.

"Irresponsible parents, in the end the only one who pays for this waywardness is the younger one!"

Qin Nuo was silent for a moment, and said: "Life is like this. Instead of worrying about the sky and complaining about someone here, it's better to think about what to eat tonight and how to live tomorrow."

"I don't think I'm unlucky either. At least I was born, so I can see the world with my own eyes and breathe this fresh air."

"Boss, do you think so?"

The boss looked at Qin Nuo's clear eyes, his complexion was a little dull, and he laughed twice: "You little brat, you can see quite clearly?"

Qin Nuo smiled: "Don't think so, I'm starving to death now."

The boss swallowed, and said calmly: "My brat, if I can think like you, brat, I don't have to worry about it like this!"

Qin Nuo subconsciously asked casually, "How old is the boss' son?"

The boss looked weird, with a few corpse spots on his face, and asked, "Why are you a little weird today?"

"Ding, the player's impersonation failed, and the impersonation degree of 5 will be deducted!"

Qin Nuo was startled for a moment, what's wrong with this sentence?

This is just a very simple greeting. If the impersonation fails, it can only mean that Qin Feng knows his son.

His eyes moved a little, Qin Nuo suddenly smiled and said, "I'm joking, boss, why didn't the little boss come back for lunch?"

Hearing this sentence, the ghostly aura emanating from the boss gradually dissipated, and the corpse spots on his face faded back, and he said lightly: "That bastard had a fight with me last night, and he was sullen, so he must be staying at school again , busy with his sketch role!"

"Things that are ignorant and incompetent, for the sake of a role, all their studies have been wasted!"

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows.

A sketch?

The boss's son also majored in acting?

Since it's the same guild, it's normal to know each other, but I don't know which one?

"Take a break, squint your eyes, you have to continue to work when you go down." Apparently annoyed by this incident, the boss put the old smoking gun aside, leaned on the back of the chair, shook the rattan chair and stopped making any noise.

Qin Nuo didn't say anything more, this time period was exactly what he wanted, walking around the shop.

In a dim room, Qin Nuo found a photo frame, which was a family photo of the owner of the bun shop.

A classic family of three, the parents are upstairs with the child, smiling, and the child is pouted, looking bored and unhappy.

This child, Qin Nuo, was no stranger to him. On the performance stage that night, the child named Dafu.

In the photo frame, his appearance has not changed at all, even the clothes he is wearing are exactly the same as that night, jeans and a green T-shirt.

"These cursed children should have died very early, their souls were imprisoned in the school, and the scope and time of their activities were restricted."

"It's like Teacher Liang, who didn't know that her granddaughter was dead, holding a skeleton and talking to herself all day long."

"If this is the case, the owner of the steamed stuffed bun shop should be the same. Then why did he quarrel with his son last night? Or was he entertaining himself and talking to himself in front of a dead body?"

Qin Nuo picked up the photo frame, looked at it for a moment, and then put it back.

Time passed quickly, and the sky gradually turned yellow in a blink of an eye, but it was covered by layers of fog, making it look very pale.

The boss at the door woke up, just like a machine, went directly to the back kitchen and started to get busy.

Qin Nuo was not lazy either, and followed the kitchen to help out.

The environment in the back kitchen was very bad. The walls were stained red with blood, and the bloody water was clogged in the funnel and overflowed on the floor.

The proprietress seems to have disappeared, anyway, the boss never mentioned it, only the two of them are busy in the huge steamed stuffed bun shop.

When school was over in the afternoon, the business at the gate was at its peak again. Qin Nuo was busy walking up and down, sweating profusely, and his short sleeves were soaked, but he was not irritable or resentful, and was still full of energy.

Some students taunted Qin Nuo because of their age, but he pretended not to hear and was busy with the things in his hand.

When the business gradually became deserted, Qin Nuo sat on a chair and drank water.

The boss put a bag of steamed stuffed buns and a few ghost coins on the table, and said expressionlessly, "Go to the back kitchen to wash your hands, take these things and leave, don't say I hired child labor, I took advantage of it."

"Hide the money well, don't bring you the dead ghost daddy."

Qin Nuo put a few ghost coins into his pocket, nodded, and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

While washing his hands, he suddenly heard the voice of the boss outside: "Brat, are you willing to come back?"

"Where did you get off at noon? You're messing with your sketch again. I told you that if you don't quit your goddamn guild for a day, don't let me come back. A bunch of brats are playing tricks!"

Hearing the boss's reprimand, Qin Nuo was stunned, quickly shook off the water stains on his hands, and went out of the bathroom

In the store, the boss was scolding a child of the same age who was carrying a schoolbag.

Even though his father was blushing with scolding, his face was always calm, even with a hint of dullness.

When he saw Qin Nuo, Dafu showed a smile on his face, and the smile was weird. He smiled at his father, completely ignoring the harsh words of reprimand: "Dad, I was performed by the teacher today, and my performance in class Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and do my homework first."

Father ignored these words and scolded even more fiercely.

Dafu ignored it, and turned to Qin Nuo with a smile: "Qin Feng, are you there too? You have a role in the sketch arranged by our guild. When will you go back?"

Qin Nuo was a little dumb: "..."

Maybe it was because he was treating him as nothing, or maybe because he heard that the topic continued to linger in the guild, the boss became even more angry, rolled towards one side of the face, and hit Dafu hard on the head.

The dough roll was broken, and the sawdust was flying.

There was blood flowing from his head, Dafu didn't care at all, he turned his head and smiled at his father: "Dad, you are very tired today, go to bed earlier, I will go upstairs to do my homework first."

"I'm going to sleep early tonight to recharge my spirits. There's still an important scene in the guild tomorrow."

After speaking, Dafu went upstairs.

The boss rolled the cracked dough with a little blood on it, with a grim expression on his face: "This bastard is really going to piss me off!"

Qin Nuo frowned at the weird scene in front of him.

Dafu is those little ghosts who were cursed, why can he come back, the curse didn't restrain him?

The smile that Dafu showed to him later made Qin Nuo always feel uncomfortable, as if that smile was not simply smiling at a person.

Qin Nuo stared upstairs. He felt that he must have found many useful clues from the character of Qin Feng.

The boss at the other end was still angry, Qin Nuo came over and tried to persuade him: "Boss, Dafu is now in a rebellious period, and these behaviors of rebellion belong to every child of this age."

"Extreme education methods are mostly counterproductive. Why don't we try other methods, such as tolerance?"

The boss stared at Qin Nuo expressionlessly: "You talk too much. If you don't go home at this time, do you want to take the initiative to work overtime?"

"Goodbye boss, see you tomorrow."

Qin Nuo picked up the steamed stuffed bun on the table and left.