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Chapter 34 Layers of Fear

The bonfire in the house is crackling, the lightning is mixed with the sound of thunder and rain, and the BGM is playing quietly, which brings a weird atmosphere to this warm-colored space.

Zhu Yao moved the handle and found that there were still several illustrations, gray wolves and shadows, red Little Red Riding Hood and blood, good fairy tales were drawn dark and violent.

The picture stays in Gray Wolf holding Little Red Riding Hood with one hand, looking up to drink the blood from her bitten off neck, the blood drips on Gray Wolf's legs, splashing into the shape of an upside-down umbrella.

At this time, there was a burst of lightning and thunder, the ladder beside the table fell down, and the books scattered on the ground made a loud noise.

Yu Nan: "Currently, this game only thunders or drops things to scare people. I have been scared a few times and now I am not afraid at all."

Lang Xi: "Guess why it's called layers of fear, and guess what layer it is now."

Yu Nan wailed, "Let me make sure, this game only relies on the atmosphere to scare people, and there will be no chases and confrontations."

"No," Lang Xi affirmed Yu Nan's words, "But it's not as simple as just dropping things."

Yu Nan shrank her neck and hid behind Zhu Yao, as if blocking someone from the screen would prevent her from being afraid of ghosts and gods.

"Miss Zhu, do you want to try to guess the game?"

Ignoring Yu Nan, Lang Xi focused on Zhu Yao who had been silent.

Just now Zhu Yao had been silent when she heard those two people making jokes, but now that Lang Daoer wanted to test her, she had no choice but to speak up.

"Probably... the musician's wife was disfigured, and the painter's husband couldn't paint, and his mental breakdown gradually, and finally fell into family conflicts? Maybe there will be children. I saw that the report card is partial to music and art. Maybe this is a good education for parents. It failed very badly...it will be related to the rat problem...there is a dog collar, there is a high probability that there is a dog in the house and it has died...the wife is probably dead too..."

"The plot of the game should be: the fire disfigured his wife, and the painter became mentally disturbed, and his wife was separated."

Not long after playing, Zhu Yao didn't get any effective information, so she could only sort out the fragmented clues she just received.

Lang Xi: "It's not for you to speculate on the plot of the game based on clues, but to deduce the real plot and the purpose of the producer after you speculate on the gameplay."

Yu Nan turned her head and stared at Lang Xi unhappily, "How long has she been playing? She must start with clues in the early stages of the game. What's more, Zhu Yao has a strong ability to speculate on the plot, but you haven't seen it!"

You know, when "Flying to the Moon" was halfway through, Zhu Yao had already guessed the cause and effect.

Lang Xi was discouraged, and leaned back, "I mean, guess the game levels and gameplay and resonate with the producer's ideas, instead of guessing the plot."

Lang Daoer's heart: Just protect her...

"If you want to be a high-level player, the first time you get the game, you have to see where the producer wants to set up pitfalls, where he wants to make it difficult for players, where he wants to set up easter eggs, and what he wants to express."

Seeing Yu Nan's veiled appearance, Lang Xi patted Yu Nan's shoulder understandingly, "It's okay if the game planner doesn't know how to play games, but don't mislead Miss Zhu, Miss Zhu's game talent is much higher than yours. "

This is... being teased by Wolf Daoer?

Yu Nan was a little upset, but he didn't reply to Lang Xi. After all, Lang Xi's guidance was a great blessing to Zhu Yao.

She Yu Nan can't guide, so naturally she won't stop others from guiding Zhu Yao.

Zhu Yao recalled what she saw in the video about the dismantling of the game—the dismantling of the game should start from the perspective of the producer.

To make a game, first define the positioning and game type of the game, followed by the inspiration, world view and background setting of the game, followed by the details and levels of the game, and finally consider the player's game experience.

Game disassembly also starts from the positioning of the game, then analyzes the game system, and guesses the producer's intention and core purpose.

Good players can see through the core of the game, quickly find out the main line and positioning of the game from the details of the game, and even guess how the producer wants players to play the game.

"Layers of Fear" is obviously the No.1 horror decryption game. The purpose of the producer is to allow players to restore the tragedy of the painter's family by looking for clues...

Zhu Yao felt something flash in her mind, she murmured: "No..."

Lang Xi asked "Huh?" with great interest.

"Since it is the No.1 horror decryption game, the truth must not be as simple as everyone can guess at the beginning, otherwise the story is too thin, and it can be seen through at a glance. The old-fashioned game will not Not going to get rave reviews."

The more Zhu Yao spoke, the more determined she was. "In terms of the plot, it's definitely not that the painter is insane because of his wife's burn. This doesn't work logically. At least the wife's burn and the painter's insanity are not causal."

"I guess that the fire was not an inducement, but a catalyst for the plot. It accelerated the tragedy and was the breaking point of contradictions. The reason why "Layers of Fear" must be more distorted as it goes to the end. "

"And all this gradual distortion is to allow players to have a sense of substitution, and gradually enter the painter's "abnormal" state. If I'm not wrong, the following plot will make the player act abnormally as a "mental painter" To increase the sense of substitution."

"Players are not just scouts of the past, but participants in crazy moves."

"Pretty!"

Lang Xi applauded, "Yu Nan, learn a little."

Yu Nan was not annoyed, Zhu Yao agreed to join her studio anyway, and Zhu Yao was so good at her that she was honored.

Zhu Yao entered the room on the second floor. It was a pink bedroom with small tables and chairs and a children's bed.

It should be the bedroom of the protagonist's daughter.

There is also a childish graffiti on the desktop, which is a family of three. Although it is a stick figure, it is very vivid.

"Mom"'s face was smeared with green crayon, "Dad" looked stern and unhappy, and "Child" stared blankly.

Putting down the note, Zhu Yao came to the painter's studio. Lightning illuminated the room like daytime, and the rain was so heavy that it almost drowned the world. The chandelier in the center of the studio was shaking in mid-air, as if a naughty little ghost was swinging on it.

Obviously... no windows were opened, and no external force was exerted on the chandelier.

Lightning projected the shaking shadow on the ground, and Zhu Yao saw paint scattered everywhere, and there were three large boxes on the ground.

Two boxes were filled with empty wine bottles, and one box contained paintbrushes stuck together mixed with fuel. It seemed that the owner of the brush hadn't painted for a long time.

Zhu Yao picked up a piece of paper

'confused,

you make it up

Self-responsibility

finish it. '

There was a piercing sound like fingernails scratching the blackboard, and the curtain of the drawing board slipped, leaking blank drawing paper.

No, that piece of drawing paper is not blank, there is gray-cyan paint underneath, and a little orange-red paint sticking to it, like blood that slowly flows down and dries up on the paper.

A line of sharp black characters appeared on the wall in front of him—'This time, finish it correctly. '

"This time? Could it be the last time?"

Zhu Yao keenly grasped the key words, probably the implication of "layers" is about to appear, it may not be related to reincarnation and circulation.

Pushing open the door of the studio, the scene outside changed. The original spacious living room laughed out loud, and a narrow corridor appeared, with a few doors on the wall.

Randomly pushing open one, Zhu Yao entered a room with windows on three sides and rough curtains like tree bark. One window was open. Zhu Yao leaned over and could see sharp black characters on the opposite wall through the raindrops.

'just not there'

Everyone was focusing their attention on the window, but the window fell and closed with a loud bang.

Frightened, Yu Nan quickly grabbed Zhu Yao's hand, the pain made Zhu Yao suddenly think that the glass window in the game had caught her hand.

It was quiet outside, as if the falling windows were just an illusion, as if the windows that had been opened were just an illusion.

There was no other way, Zhu Yao turned back and opened the only door, the original vertical corridor became horizontal, the other doors disappeared, and there were a few more paintings in the corridor.

The scene behind the door is changing.

Zhu Yao recalled the notice before the start of the game, different choices would bring different results, probably from the moment she entered the studio.

The cramped corridor became spacious. Turning the corner, Zhu Yao saw a huge ceiling fan occupying the upper part of the room, running wobbly and fast, as if it would fall down in the next second.

Zhu Yao went around for a while, and casually opened the door of the cabinet, and a photo floated out, which was the back view of his wife playing the piano.

There was a wine bottle upside down, and a line of crooked handwriting appeared on the back of the sofa, which was mostly water-stained——

'circle'

How do you feel... The owner of this line hates the painter... Is it his wife?

Zhu Yao looked around for clues again, and saw a warning letter from a neighbor to the artist, saying that their house was too noisy.

Are you so noisy that the person from the villa next door can write a letter...?You must know that Yu Nan's house is also a villa, and you can't hear the neighbors at all!

The rain outside seemed to stop suddenly, and the shadows of the trees danced like ghosts under the moonlight, and the BGM also stopped, and there were small and sharp sounds, like the sound of wind, or someone whistling.

Zhu Yao lit the candlestick in the dark corner, and the three candles on the candlestick lit up instantly, illuminating the three paintings in the corner.

In the next second, a sharp metallic sound sounded, and the three paintings were distorted and enlarged, and three characters slowly emerged.

Zhu Yao saw the locked box on the back. After entering the three characters, the box opened automatically with a "creak", and a line of distorted characters appeared in the box.

'The past holds you back'

It's not like a curse, it's more like a reminder and hatred.

At first, Zhu Yao thought that the sharp words would be full of hatred for the painter, but why did she start pouring chicken soup now?

That gentle and beautiful wife loved the painter even after death...

In addition to that line of writing, there is also a ring in the box, which should be the ring when the painter and his wife got married.

A woman's faint voice suddenly appeared next to her ears, as if a group of invisible people were talking to themselves.

The line of chicken soup literature in the box suddenly changed——

'Look closer'