My sister was at home on weekends and slept in.

I got up at noon the next day, grabbed a ponytail with my hair, finished lunch, and then lay on the bed with my hair disheveled.

Mom complained, "You two brothers and sisters, it's great weather, so you don't go out for a walk. Do you take your sister out for fun?"

"I keep leaving every day in and after class..." My sister dragged her voice long and pressed her fingers on the screen of her phone.

"It's really..." My mother just complained and sat in the living room and watched the TV series.

I returned to the room and saw a room of sunshine.

It was indeed a good day today, and the temperature has warmed up.

I stretched and was sunbathed like this, and I felt sleepy.

Eat and drink enough to sleep well.

I lay on the bed, half-closed my eyes, and wondered if I wanted to set an alarm clock. Just sleep for an hour... one...

"What are you doing!"

A shocked exclaim woke me up suddenly.

The light from the computer screen shines on my face, not the warm sunshine, no sunshine.

I saw the prompt on the screen.

Uh? Live Room? This is...

My body suddenly stood up and my eyes turned behind me.

The time of this action made me think clearly about what was happening in front of me.

I'm in a dream!

It should be the anchor Dazhe123...

Wait! Can't I move?

I was surprised to find that my soul could not move.

I felt a sense of loss of being beaten back to my original state once.

This situation should be because I used my abilities too much before, which has led to my ability to the minimum.

I can only be a bystander.

There was a half-closed door in sight.

The shrimp should be broadcasting live in a special study room. The door of the room should be tightly closed.

The door was opened at some point.

Outside the door is a small corridor, painted dark and without light.

The hero swallowed.

There should be someone outside the room.

He is living with his girlfriend, who should be watching TV in the living room outside and watching a new drama. He has been watching every night these days.

There was no sound outside the house.

A bad premonition coiled in the heart of the shrimp.

He looked back at the screen.

The live broadcast interface has disappeared, and the computer screen has become a gloomy background image at some point. It was an apartment building with a cartoon style, but the tone and structure are uncomfortable.

Like Bai An's paintings.

I was stunned for a moment when I thought of this.

Before I could take a closer look at the interface image of the game's opening, the shrimp had already rushed over and turned it off.

The game interface disappeared, and the entire computer screen turned into a black screen.

The lights on the mainframe and keyboard went out at the same time, as if the power was suddenly disconnected.

With a click, the headlights in the room went out.

The prawns screamed in a short time.

The lingering sound of the cries had not yet ended, and the lights were on again.

The lights that were lit this time were very dim and were not bright enough, and they flashed one by one, as if they were about to break down.

The room has changed, and it is no longer the study room of Dazhe.

There are no professional computer desks and equipment, only a small wooden desk and an equally small chair. It is just a set of furniture for children.

The shrimp took a step back in horror and hit something with his calf.

He turned his head and saw the same small bed.

All the furniture is not painted, it is just log furniture. But it is not as exquisite and high-end as the log furniture that is now advertised. They look like handmade semi-finished products, and the woodworking skills are not very good.

The furniture is all bare and there are no daily necessities or daily necessities. It seems that no one lives here.

"What's going on? This is...what's going on..." Dazhe walked around the place.

Four walls, no doors and windows.

It's like a closed box.

The shrimp reached out and grabbed his hair, making a painful moan.

His head was almost blown up, because of fear, his heartbeats violently.

He really couldn't figure out what was going on.

"There is no room in the game!" Dazhe suddenly said.

He grabbed his hair and racked his brains to think.

Before this strange change occurred, the only thing he did was to play that game.

There is also the super tube that suddenly sealed his room!

There are only these two things!

There is no such room in the game.

There is a child NPC in the game and a child from a resident's house...

"Room 409, the single mother of 409 brought a son..." Dazhe said to herself, "A boy in blue, didn't see the room, didn't go in..."

The corresponding picture appeared in his mind.

It was a boy with the same style as the game interface, with a female character standing next to him. Dazhe couldn't even remember what their faces looked like. I remember seeing this mother and son in the game post. Two death endings were related to them: they wanted a "dad" character, kidnapped and imprisoned the protagonist played by the player; the boy asked the player for help, saying that his mother was crazy, hated his father, and abused him. Then, the player was caught by his mother and silenced.

Some players also analyzed the respective requirements for the two endings and the character setting of the reasoning game. Among the mother and son, the mother should be a lunatic at the beginning. As long as the player constantly shows his reasoning ability, that is, his excellent side, he will be attracted to her and arrested as a husband. During this process, if the player is full of the boy's favorability, he will be asked for help, and the mother will choose to kill someone to silence him. It may be abnormal for the boy. He wants to get rid of his mother and want his own father, so he will choose to ask for help and will choose to help his mother arrest the detective as a father.

To sum up, these are two dangerous people, so you should stay away from it.

The strategy process produced by Thunder Jun also proves this. This is a trap, which is useless for deducing the truth of the case and will only cause the player to die.

I recalled these contents, and Dazhe was guessing whether such a small room was the room where players and detectives were imprisoned in the game.

"It's a bit like... a bit... like this..." Dazhe suppressed his fear, suddenly laughed, and slapped himself.

After a loud sound, the space became quiet.

After a while, the whimpering sound of prawns echoed inside the room.

"What the hell is this..." Dazhai squatted down and leaned against the foot of the small bed.

He remembered his disappearing friend.

The friend who disappeared many years ago...

The client of Aoye was Xiaomi, who used to interact with him to record games.

"Fuck... It's my turn... What was Xiaomi playing at that time..." Dazhe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After sniffing and sitting quietly for a while, he slowly calmed down and got up from the ground.

There must be a door.

This is a confinement room.

It is the place where two NPCs in Bad End imprison the protagonist. The boy may have been imprisoned and was abused by his mother in this way.
Chapter completed!