Chapter 316: Who is crying?

"Huh? Why is there a pair of tentacles behind this cockroach's butt?"

Wang Zi was stunned for a moment, and then looked closely, it turned out that two cockroaches were connected together, and they seemed to be mating, and suddenly felt even more disgusting.

The untouched wooden door creaked open suddenly, revealing a gap.

Then the protagonist got up from the ground, and the camera finally stabilized after a while of shaking.

And when he got up, the conjoined cockroach quietly slipped into the darkness.

The beginning is not scary at all, but the dark environment and the slightly disgusting cockroaches make people a little uncomfortable.

Wang Zi shook the mouse, and the camera moved with it, and tried to take two more steps.

The operation is very simple.

hiss~

Wang Zi suddenly stopped, as if he heard some kind of strange sound, as if someone was breathing in through a leaking neck.

He glanced around the dark hut, saw nothing, and listened carefully, but couldn't hear it again.

Wang Zi was a little puzzled: "Maybe I heard it wrong."

Walking to the wooden door, the wooden door opened automatically, making a decaying "squeak" turning sound.

In front of you is a narrow corridor, which is also the preview image released in the game introduction.

There are several framed paintings scattered on the white walls, and the incandescent gallery lights are slightly dazzling.

hum~~ bang.

With a low sound, the wooden door slowly closed behind him.

There was a smile on the corner of Wang Zi's mouth, feeling very relaxed: "It's another little trick that the door makes a strange noise and automatically opens and closes. If it were someone else, I might be frightened. No pressure."

A vague murmur came from the ear: "A father killed his wife and daughter..."

Wang Zi took another two steps forward, and his voice gradually became clearer, with a little rustling and electronic sounds, as if the tape recorder was playing some audio: "This father bought a rifle at the local gun store a few days ago. The brutal murder took place while the family was at home on Sunday afternoon."

The lights in the corridor, one not far from the door, and one at the end of the corridor, there is no light in the middle, it is a bit dark, and it is a recessed area, which is even darker.

Wang Zi was a little nervous and approached here carefully, but found nothing unusual.

Passing by a tall potted plant, carefully identified, the dark shadow in the corner is a small cabinet with an electronic device on it, the screen emits a faint glow in the dark, showing the time as "23:59".

It seems that this thing is playing audio, maybe a combination of a watch and a radio.

The male voice on the radio rustled the news calmly: "His 6-year-old daughter instinctively hid in the bathroom, but reports show the father tricked her out of the bathroom by telling her 'it was just a game'."

Above the radio hangs several paintings of different sizes, the small ones cannot be seen clearly because of the darkness, and only the larger one can barely be seen clearly.

Calling it a painting is actually inappropriate, because there is no color on it, just two black strokes, very crude graffiti.

"Strange murder case..." Wang Zi continued to explore, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

If you switch to another horror game, maybe the radio will gradually become weird when you hear half of the sound, and eventually it will become a very scary "clucking" sound, and then "click" to turn off.

The radio here just kept reading the news in a steady tone, not scary at all, just like reading a listening test question, but the content was a little weird.

Directly at the end of the corridor is a window with a wooden sash,

It was pitch black outside and it was impossible to see anything, and there were raindrops hitting the windows, and snake-like rain marks fell against the glass.

The rapid rain has not stopped, but the sound of the radio is louder.

"The girl was shot at close range in the chest. The pregnant mother was shot through the stomach.

When a neighbor called 911 to report the crime, police arrived at the murder scene and found the father in his car, listening to the radio. And neighbors revealed that a few days before the murder, my father kept repeating a set of numbers with a loud voice. "

There is also a cabinet at this corner. The ground under the cabinet looks a little whitish. I don't know if it is shreds of paper or toilet paper scattered on the ground, and there are a few soda cans lying down.

There is a table lamp on the wooden cabinet, which emits a yellow halo light through the lampshade, so that the table top can be seen clearly. A home key phone that was originally white was so dirty that it was about to turn black, and the handle did not stay on the landline, but put it aside.

There was also some black smudges on the walls, broken glass on several picture frames, and a pile of white shredded paper on the table. Wang Zi took a closer look and found that it was not shredded paper, but a tablet, a board of tablets.

"Last month, the same shooting took place in another family, and in December last year, a man slaughtered his entire family with a rifle and a tick.

State troopers say this series of homicides has nothing to do with it, and believes it's a result of broader circumstances, such as occupational pressures, child-rearing pressures, and other social pressures that middle-income families face..."

Wang Zi is ready to continue exploring However, when his vision turned from the yellow light of the desk lamp to the dark corridor, he seemed to hear some strange, crying-like sound again.

"Um?"

The radio was playing loudly, and the rain was rushing outside the window.

What is there? ghost?

Wang Zi stared at the corridor ahead, nervous for two seconds, and listened carefully, but found nothing unusual.

After he turned around, the corridor seemed to be much brighter, and Wang Zi's spirit relaxed a little: "Maybe I misheard the radio."

Such a dark environment is indeed easy to make people suspicious.

Just took two steps forward, the shrill cry sounded again, and it was clearer. Wang Zi heard it this time, and suddenly stopped, with a solemn expression, and his sharp eyes carefully observed on the screen. Let go of anything suspicious.

After careful observation, it was found that whenever the lamp in the iron cage at the end shook, the sound of crying would sound.

It's like the head-scratching squeak of a bike that's been rusted for years.

"Huh~" Wang Zi couldn't help laughing and laughing. He was actually made nervous by a lamp?

I used to think that little tricks like an old wooden door wouldn't scare me.

He secretly complained: "How rusty is the iron chain on which the lamp is hung."

Although he knew that it was the sound of the rusty lamp, the fear dissipated for the most part, but the harsh and shrill voice was really ugly and infiltrating, making his heart a little tingly.