I play the horror world as a development game

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Glancing at both sides of the corridor, Qin Nuo planned to go back to Bai Zhou's house first, but when he passed a room, he found a door was opened.

Qin Nuo remembered that this was Mr. Security's room, and a foul stench emanated from the room.

Looking at the empty room, Qin Nuo's eyes flickered twice, and he walked upstairs without paying much attention.

When I went upstairs, I found Zhang Yu sitting there at the entrance of the corridor.

He was trembling all over, his face was pale, and he didn't dare to move when he sat down.

Beside him, sat the old man.

The old man's hair was all white, and he was wearing a thick army green overcoat. His hands were full of corpse spots, and he was holding a photo.

With sunken eyes, he looked at the little boy in the photo, and his chapped face was full of sadness.

It can be clearly seen that some flesh and blood on his body are already rotting, and the strong and suffocating stench is emanating from him.

Looking at the photo, he looked like he was about to cry, but there was some sticky pus coming out of the corner of his eye.

"Xiao Zhang, do you think I'm right?"

Sighing, the security guard asked Zhang Yu beside him.

"I have my own pension, live frugally, will not cause trouble to my son and daughter-in-law, and can raise some money to buy some small toy gifts for my grandson."

"Just beg them, come back to see me once in a while, if you really can't come back, you can call me or something."

"As a result... I can't even walk, I can't speak well, and they haven't called back. It's been a whole year, and the neighbors in the neighborhood have called, saying that I'm dying..."

"But my son and daughter-in-law still didn't come back to take a look at me. Instead, they called back and sent 200 yuan back to see a doctor for me, asking me not to call them again..."

Uncle Security shook his body, he opened his mouth, the teeth in his mouth fell out, and he made a sad sound.

Zhang Yu's throat twitched. Although he sympathized with Mr. Security, his horrifying appearance really frightened him, and he only thought about how to leave.

"Master, you...can I help you with anything?" Zhang Yu asked in a trembling voice.

"I want... Let you call my son and tell him that his father is dying. Before he dies, I hope he will come back to see me."

"But I don't have your son's phone number."

Uncle Security took out a mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Yu: "There is my son's phone in it, but I can't see it clearly, can you help me?"

Zhang Yu looked at the half-cracked elderly phone, hesitated, reached for the phone, pretended to press a few numbers, and put it to his ear.

After a while, he put down his mobile phone and said to the security guard, "Master, your son's mobile phone is turned off, why don't you call again next time."

"It's getting late now, I'll go back first, how about coming to see you tomorrow?"

The security guard took the mobile phone, looked down at the mobile phone in his hand, and said nothing.

Seeing that he was silent all the time, Zhang Yu was about to get up and leave quietly, when he was pressed back by that withered hand: "You didn't even send out the call, did you?"

"Although I am old, I am not stupid."

With that said, he put the phone back into Zhang Yu's hand again.

Zhang Yu was about to collapse.

Holding a mobile phone, it is not a call, and it is not a call.

"Son, why are you crying? Grandpa is very nice and optimistic. Sooner or later you will die when you get old. It's just that what most people are afraid of is not death, but unfulfilled wishes."

Uncle Security said while reaching out to wipe the tears from the corners of Zhang Yu's eyes.

Zhang Yu clenched the phone in his hand, a layer of cold sweat dripped from his face, and his expression became a little nervous.

What he was thinking about now was not the question of whether to make a call or not, but wanted to hit the security man on the head with his mobile phone, and then run upstairs as quickly as possible.

While he was hesitating, Qin Nuo suddenly came out from the dark corridor.

Seeing Qin Nuo, Zhang Yu's face showed ecstasy, and his eyes were full of distress signals.

Uncle Security looked at Qin Nuo: "Is this your friend?"

"Yes, my good buddy." Zhang Yulian said.

"Well, why don't you make a phone call?" The security man asked, with only the phone in his eyes, and his face became more and more terrifying as he mourned.

When Zhang Yu was at a loss, Qin Nuo reached out to pick up the phone and said to the security guard.

"Master, there is no need to call."

Uncle Security looked at Qin Nuo, his eyes became very scary: "Why?"

"I called your son. He said he would be back tomorrow. You might as well go back now and get a good sleep. You might see them tomorrow when you wake up." Qin Nuo said calmly.

The security guard stared straight at Qin Nuo, and snorted coldly: "You have my son's phone number? Which one are you?"

"Master, I'm Xiao Qin upstairs, have you forgotten? I greet you every day when I go downstairs. Your son knows me very well. The neighbors in the neighborhood are very concerned about your situation. Don't run around. Go back and have a good rest."

The corners of Zhang Yu's mouth twitched slightly, thinking how could anyone believe such a lie?

It turned out that the security guard really believed it, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Is that so, I seem to remember a little bit after you said that."

"My son seems to be a classmate with you. Hey, look at my head, my memory is gone, I can't remember anything."

He patted his head. Although he felt helpless about his increasingly weak body, he felt much better when he heard that his son would be back tomorrow.

Putting the mobile phone in his pocket, the security guard picked up his crutches and stood up tremblingly. He looked weak and might fall down at any time.

"It's time to go back and get a good night's sleep. I can see my son, daughter-in-law, and grandson tomorrow. I have to get up early and cook porridge for them."

"He was dizzy when driving, and he used to drink a bowl of mint porridge every time he came back, and then go to bed."

"By the way, there is white porridge with rice rolls. He liked it the most when he was a child. I have to buy it early. It will be sold out sooner."

Holding on to the handrail, he walked downstairs. After walking two steps, he stopped again: "Also, I saw the host just now."

"It said that when my son and daughter-in-law come back, they can give me a bigger house. Hey, the landlord is really a good person!"

Qin Nuo showed a look of astonishment.

He wanted to call Mr. Security, but the latter walked downstairs step by step as if he didn't hear him, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Yu stood up with lingering fear, instead of caring about the landlord, he asked Qin Nuo, "How did you convince the uncle to believe your words?"

"Old people generally have dementia. If you firmly believe in yourself, they will subconsciously believe that this memory appears."

Qin Nuo said.

Zhang Yu was stunned.

Then he sighed: "Uncle is really pitiful. As he said, he probably died in the house someday, and no one knows."

"His unconscionable son and daughter-in-law only think he's in the way, and maybe even want him to die as soon as possible..."

Qin Nuo didn't speak.

Although he didn't want to think so.

But the rancid smell came from the door on the first floor.

The rotting skin, corpse spots, and rotten smell on the old man all mean that he may have died long ago.

However, because of the formation of the ghost building, the old man was resurrected in another way.

He doesn't know that he is dead, but he still looks forward to the return of his son and daughter-in-law. Many things will be forgotten as he grows older, and the only thing he will never forget is his children.

Even if it is some small things about children, I will remember them clearly.

For example, Mr. Security always remembers that his son likes white porridge with rice rolls every time he comes back...

Qin Nuo patted the dust on Zhang Yu's body and asked, "Where's Bai Zhou?"

"He went back to the room. I left some things behind. When I came back, I accidentally bumped into Mr. Security, and he pulled me down..." Zhang Yu said helplessly.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Qin Nuo: "What about you, what did those two residents do to you?"

"They fought fiercely at first, but I acted as a middleman, and after a few words of reconciliation, they all sat down calmly and had a good chat." Qin Nuo said.

"Is there any useful information?"

"No." Qin Nuo shrugged.

"That's troublesome. After all, we still don't have any clues about this landlord, and the time is getting shorter." Zhang Yu said distressedly.

"Let's go back first." Qin Nuo blinked and said calmly.

The two were about to return to Bai Zhou's room, when suddenly a strange sound came from the corridor.

Then, at the turn of the stairs above, a figure slowly came down...

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===Chapter 414 The words of the blind man are desperate===

clang clang...

A crisp sound echoed in the corridor, and it sounded like some crisp object was knocking.

Zhang Yu didn't bother to pay attention to what kind of voice it was. At this point in time, it must not be a good thing.

He got up and was about to leave, but a figure suddenly appeared at the turn of the corridor.

The figure went down the stairs very slowly, stopping for a moment every time it went down a step.

The figure was the blind man I had seen before, and the sound came from the crutch in his hand.

In the dark night, the sunglasses he was wearing flickered slightly, and he didn't know whether he was really blind or fake blind. He grabbed the handrail and walked down the steps step by step with his crutches.

Zhang Yu winked at Qin Nuo, signaling to ignore the blind man, and was about to leave, when the blind man suddenly said, "You two neighbors, are you meeting again?"

Zhang Yu was stunned: "You are not blind, can you see us?"

"I can't see it, but I remember the smell on your body."

"Also, Xiao Mi will help me get to know you." The blind man smiled slightly.

This little girl should be the white dove on his shoulder, with black bean-like eyes, looking straight at Qin Nuo and the other two.

Zhang Yu's expression was suspicious, Qin Nuo didn't care if he was really blind, and asked casually: "Aren't you sleeping, what are you going downstairs in the middle of the night?"

"Can't sleep."

"Worrying about rent and gifts, the landlord is a hard-to-talk man. I'm blind and lonely. When the time comes, I'll be kicked out, so I can only go begging on the street."

The blind man said helplessly.

Qin Nuo and Zhang Yu looked at each other and said, "So, what are you going to prepare?"

"There are too many people who are afraid to speak, and there are some things that cannot be said too much."

"I'm a fortune teller on the street. I like to read palms on the bridge when I have nothing to do. I also sell some things passed down from my ancestors."

The blind man didn't go any further, he just sat down on the stairs and took out the food from his clothes.

"You seem to be less than [-], young and light, with many industries, why do you do this?"

"Otherwise what can I do?"

"Blind man, put two pieces of dog skin plaster on his face, he can talk about Taoism, he looks good, and he can make a living." The blind man said quietly, it seemed that he was alone, and his eyes were blind , No one has taken care of her yet, but she is quite optimistic in her heart.

While speaking, he pulled out two yellow talismans and handed them to Zhang Yu and Qin Nuo: "These two talismans can keep you safe. Seeing that you are destined to be with me, here you are."

Zhang Yu quickly declined: "We have no money."

"I don't want money, I'll give it to you." The blind man smiled slightly.

Qin Nuo took the talisman, and the red letters on the picture were very bright and scribbled.

"The landlord is a very special person. He has a lot of little quirks. You have to be careful with your words and deeds. Walls have ears."

"Maybe it's looking at you right now!" the blind man muttered as he packed the things in his hands.

Zhang Yu was told clearly by him. For a while, he didn't know whether he was a game NPC or a player.

The blind man stood up, patted Qin Nuo on the shoulder, and said with a grin: "This life is like a game. Since it is a game, the focus is not on winning or losing, but on participating and enjoying the fun."

"Do you think I'm right?"

Qin Nuo squeezed the yellow talisman in his hand, hesitated before saying: "It makes sense, the master is right."

"I'm only 26, call the master to look old, let's call him brother."

"..."

The blind man didn't mutter any more, just thumped his back, got up and walked downstairs holding a cane.