[MTL, BL] After Retiring From Horror Game Boss

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Four o'clock in the morning.

Because it was midnight, there were no people on the dark streets, and there were only a few bright street lights left in the old city. Even because of their age and disrepair, there was a harsh "kuzzling" sound above the boys' heads, and a few flying birds The moth hit the lampshade, once again bringing a sound of death to the dead night.

If it weren't for the fact that he was dragged by his girlfriend to see the midnight photography exhibition during the day, in order not to be noticed by the other party, he would have to pretend that nothing happened and go with her, otherwise he would never choose to come here to deal with it at this time... ...

The boy wrapped his coat tightly and hid his body under the clothes.

If you look carefully, you will find that his expression is twisted and ferocious due to fear, and he murmurs to himself nervously: "You can't blame me for this, I didn't do it alone... Why are you clinging to me and not looking for me?" How many other people—?!"

When the boy said this last sentence, his voice almost broke, but as if in agreement, the street lamp above his head went out with a pop.

He was startled, and his body began to tremble faster than his brain.

At this moment, he saw a strange scene out of the corner of his eye -

"Who is there!!" the boy blurted out.

Not far away, a shadow suddenly appeared. It stood motionless in the darkness, like a frozen portrait. But if you look carefully, you can still see it in the twisted black fog. It was a strange figure from behind, barely humanoid.

Hearing his voice, his back moved, and finally turned around, revealing his face.

"..."

This is a young man with a frail, delicate face. His thin body is hidden under the washed-white school uniform, but the most eye-catching thing is his expression... an expression close to sleepwalking, as if He didn't know why he appeared here, but his eyes looked like a dead person's gray.

He was holding a ball-shaped object in his hand, probably a basketball or something like that.

But how could a high school student appear downstairs in an abandoned residential building late at night?

But before giving the boy time to think about it, in just one second, a person more than ten meters away suddenly appeared in front of him. At such lightning speed, the distance between them was only one meter at the moment. This is definitely not possible for normal people. Some of the speed was as if he was moving his body with his thoughts instead of moving his legs.

"Tick tock, tick tock." The sound of liquid sliding down was particularly clear in the silent night.

The sound attracted his attention, but when he saw what was dripping, the boy's hands and feet were cold and he was frozen in place -

because what the young man was holding... was a human head similar to his own, and it Their eyes were open, staring blankly at the boy.

"Do you know where he is?" they asked.

"..."

The boy looked at its opening and closing lips, as if there was a poisonous snake hiding inside.

"Do you know where he is?"

they repeated, taking a step towards the boy. It was then that he came to his senses, retreated and fell to the ground.

"I don't know, I don't know anything, don't look for me!! I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her!"

The boy regretted it. The monster in front of him seemed to have seen through what he had done, but it was clearly not his idea. He was just responsible for calling that girl out. Who knew they might go too far? If he had to say it, he just pressed her hand, and he didn't even have time to feel relieved...

Didn't she do that kind of thing herself? Why are you pretending to be a chaste and fierce woman?

"During the day, we saw you standing next to him." Rentou said, "Isn't it?"

"I don't know..."

The boy seemed to be able to say only this sentence. Fear made him almost choke, and he didn't know. What should I do? I can only keep shaking my head, my heart filled with regret... Did that girl go to hell and curse such a thing to appear and seek their lives?

He doesn't want to die! That girl's life is worth nothing, he hasn't lived enough yet, why drag him down? !

"I don't know." The boy's footsteps stopped, and his voice seemed to be floating in the air, with an ethereal feeling. "He said, he didn't know?"

"He was obviously standing next to him, so close."

"And I talked to him."

"Liar."

"Go to hell."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the boy saw the only vivid emotion in his dead eyes, that was the burning jealousy. —jealous that he can talk to him, jealous that he can stand beside him, jealous that they once breathed the same air.

Only jealousy can make the boy's emotions fluctuate. His chest rises and falls, and he finally looks like a living child.

"I'm very unhappy." The boy said to himself, tightening his lips, "Maybe, we should play games with him."

Rentou: "No, he will be angry."

For a moment, the boy's breathing stopped, But he wasn't breathing. This was just an adjective. He stayed where he was. When he thought that the person might look at him with disgust, he gave up his original idea in an instant and returned to his sleepwalking trance.

"Will he be angry..."

"So no." Head.

"Hmm."

The boy held his breath. He didn't dare to look at it, and he didn't have the courage to run away in front of this little monster, even if it was talking to itself at this time.

"..."

The fallen leaves swirled on the ground where the pools of water gathered, and there was a putrid smell in the air.

After a moment of dead silence, and he didn't know how long it had passed, he finally dared to raise his head and look, only to find that the figure of the boy holding the head had disappeared.

The boy should have breathed a sigh of relief, but such a mysterious and terrifying experience tonight made him feel confused. Even if the cool night wind blew his cheeks, he could not relax, and his mind was still going on. Flashback to the opponent's bleeding head and eyeless eyes.

Is it an illusion?

No, we can't dispose of that girl's body today.

His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't help but think of the words that damn strange young man said in a low voice when he went to the photography exhibition during the day - maybe it was those words that made him appear when he walked to the place where the body was hidden alone. Such a terrible hallucination.

[She climbed out of the mattress]

This sentence made him shudder, and he could no longer maintain his barely calm appearance in front of his girlfriend.

-How did he know where they hid the body? Is it a coincidence?

Was the boy holding the head before playing tricks? ...Just because he satirized Ziye, the death photographer?

No matter what the truth was, the boy gave up the idea of ​​checking the body tonight. His teeth were chattering, even though the body was less than a few steps away. He raised his head and looked at the third floor of the old abandoned residential building. On the sixth floor, it was there that a piece of meat hidden in the mattress was stinking and rotting.

The light in the passage on the sixth floor flashed once and twice.

The boy decided not to scare himself anymore, but just when he looked back, he suddenly felt a weight on his back.

The arc of this movement was very small, as if something was lying down. The cold air climbed up along the auricle, and there was an itching on the side of the cheek. The boy's breathing became rapid, and he shuddered involuntarily, and his eyes subconsciously fell on In the small beach on the ground.

The moonlight suddenly illuminated two faces, and a rotten face was leaning against his shoulder.

"Ah——!!"

...

...

"Plop."

It's five o'clock in the morning.

In an apartment, Lou Chen suddenly opened his dark eyes and stared at the ceiling, his heart beating rapidly.

He recalled the scene in the dream just now, including every detail.

After a while, he sat up, took the sketchbook and pencil placed next to the pillow, opened a new, clean page of paper, frowned and began to draw, his strokes were smooth, and in the silent night, All you could hear was the scratching sound of pencil on paper.

His eyes were very focused, but within about ten minutes, two figures had appeared on the blank sketch paper.

A young man holding a grinning head, with blood dripping from the cuffs of his school uniform, his face a blurry mess of lines, and his inhuman aura was strong.

And - the boy with a frightened expression and the squirming, sticky piece of flesh lying behind him.

But the pencil in his hand did not stop, but continued to outline the general appearance of the residential building, the prototype of the street lamp, and the light that flashed twice on the sixth floor.

"..."

After a while, Lou Chen finally put down his sketchbook, looking tired, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Even though he had been living like this for a long time, he still couldn't get used to what he saw in his dreams.

Everything can be traced back to about two years ago. As a player, he was involved in a game called "Hell Paradise". Although he later returned to the original world as the only player to clear the level, it did not mean the end, because Lou Chen's special physique developed in the game has not disappeared...

He can "see", "dream", and "predict" indescribable things to a certain extent, just like tonight's dream - of course, he did not I don't think this is just a dream. If nothing else happens, the boy has already encountered an accident, and he will see him on the report soon.

It is worth mentioning that it was this ability that made him discover that even in the so-called "normal life", strange phenomena and cases were still everywhere, and by mistake, Lou Chen finally joined the current government organization- —Supernatural Management Department, serving as captain and responsible for dealing with these heretical things.

Compared with the monsters in the game, they are gentler and easier to deal with.

All kinds of strange things gave Lou Chen the feeling that the monsters in that game actually came from reality, but were classified into different categories and locked up in a seven-story prison. The so-called game was just a group of players who accidentally entered it by mistake. Prison, just try your best to escape.

And now...

Lou Chen turned his pencil around, his eyes resting on the boy holding his head, thinking calmly that the high-risk prisoners in the prison had escaped.

If he remembered correctly, that boy was the first-level boss - "Jealousy".

Who is jealousy looking for? ...Is that person in danger?

He must find this potential victim, protect him, and then find a way to drive away the "jealousy". This is his duty as the captain.

However, besides jealousy, there are unknown monsters snooping in the dark, and this does not mean the end.

"..."

Lou Chen didn't look at it for too long. Instead, he put down the sketchbook and picked up another thick stack of sketchbooks. When he opened it, he found that all the sketchbooks were filled with black mist. The figure was shrouded in messy lines, so that no features could be clearly seen, and one could only vaguely feel that it was a thin young man.

Lou Chen has drawn seven such sketchbooks in the past two years.

He always dreamed of this vague figure, as if it was the source of everything.

And his intuition tells Lou Chen that if there is a warden in the prison, it must be this mysterious man... Only by finding him can these troubles be fundamentally solved. However, if you think about it in a worse direction, the owner of this black mist ——Probably the scariest and most central monster.