I Became a God in a Horror Game

While Bai Liu was contemplating with this doll of his own, the teacher had already gone and called the remaining five children over.

The five remaining children in the orphanage stood in a row with a cramped expression and a numb expression. Not a single one dared to look up at Mu Ke. All of them seemed to have their eyes on their toes. Lame, some spines crooked and arched, more or less disabled, like a group of cubs that haven't come out of the nest, five children are shoving together and sticking together.

They are like cheap goods subject to the scrutiny of others, and they are humble and reticent because they know they are not worth a lot of money.

Bai Liu frowned as soon as he approached these children, the mushroom smell on these children was even heavier than what he smelled from those corpses in the hospital.

Mu Ke waved his hand on his nose directly unbearable: Are you eating mushrooms here? Why is there such a big mushroom smell?

The teacher hugged the five children in embarrassment: Actually, I don't eat much,

Bai Liu's eyes swept across the teacher and the five children: Did you eat a lot of mushrooms that day?

The teacher was taken aback: We and these five children have eaten, and it's quite a lot.

Did any of the poisoned children eat less? For example, those who only drank mushroom soup? Bai Liu asked.

The teacher thought about it for a while, and then replied to Bai Liu affirmatively: Yes, because some children like the mushroom taste, some children don't like it, and some only eat a little bit, but they are still poisoned.

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, some who ate too much were not poisoned, and those who ate too little were also poisoned. It seems that the poisoning has nothing to do with the dose.

But why mushrooms... Why is it mushrooms every time there is an accident in this orphanage?

And what are the conditions for this strange mushroom to poison people?

Lu Yizhan said that the blood draws and various results of the children who survived at the Children's Welfare Institute were not significantly abnormal. Like Liu Jiayi, they only had mild anemia.

The five surviving children and Liu Jiayi who survived in the hospital have only one thing in common on the bright side-that they all have congenital genetic defects, Liu Jiayi is blind, and these five children also have various disabilities.

Bai Liu was lost in thought.

The teacher continued to take Bai Liu and the others to visit the interior of the orphanage and walked to a room full of photos, trophies, and various children's paintings.

The teacher introduced to Bai Liu and the others, This is the exhibition hall of our welfare institute.

This is an exhibition hall that no one has been to for a long time. Many trophies and awards displayed on the cabinets have fallen into ashes. It can be seen that this is a well-developed children's welfare home. There are still many children hanging on the walls. Paintings and some awards, the annual June 1st performance photo is also hung on the wall, the color of the photo has changed from distortion to clear, in the last photo, there are more than 40 children with cute and soft smiles, but only five survived. , the five children are following behind the teacher with a numb expression.

This feeling that most of the things being exhibited come from the dead give the room a lingering sense of gloom.

After Bai Liu glanced at the whole picture, he seemed to find something and looked at the teacher: Can I take down the photos and some paintings?

Originally, these things could not be easily moved, but now the Children's Welfare Institute has become like this, and there is not so much attention to it, so the teacher nodded in agreement.

Mu Ke curiously watched Bai Liu draw some children's drawings hanging on the wall and placed them on the ground for observation. He leaned over and asked him in a low voice, Bai Liu, have you found anything?

Yeah. Bai Liu replied softly, without giving Mu Ke a look, he was playing with the children's drawings.

Mu Ke's eyes followed Bai Liu's hand. These children drew quite well, and it felt like they were drawn by children with a certain background in painting.

The things I draw include figure sketches, still lifes, those drawn with colored pencils and crayons, as well as simple black and white sketches. The styles of painting vary greatly. Most of the paintings have very strong colors and are saturated to the point of discomfort for the eye. things also seem illogical.

A little girl who looks too skinny to sit on a hospital bed with a white cloth over her eyes, a beautiful small fish with silver blue scales in a jar, and a broken wooden mirror on a charred and melted toy train .

The paintings look like they belong to this orphanage.

Mu Ke stared at it for a while and found something, he said in surprise: Are these all painted by one person? The signatures are all W.

Although the paintings taken down by Bai Liu are very different, the [W] inscribed in each painting is a very strange curly writing style on both sides, and each painting is consistent.

Bai Liu was finally willing to give Mu Ke a look, his voice was low and soft, as if whispering: This is my signature.

Mu Ke was shocked: Yours?! Why is your signature here?!

Bai Liu didn't explain much, although Mu Ke wanted to know, but seeing that Bai Liu was not going to say anything, he shut up embarrassingly.

The initial letter [W] of white is a customary inscription of Bai Liu's paintings.

Bai Liu could see at a glance that these things were his paintings. Although his painting techniques were greener and more immature than the current ones, they were indeed his paintings.

The little girl with her eyes covered is obviously Liu Jiayi. The hospital gown is the same style as the one he saw in the hospital this morning. The beautiful silver-blue fish in the jar should refer to the first game Stopper. Ren Town Siren King, the broken mirror on the melting toy train is Bai Liu's second game Blast Last Train.

But these paintings were signed ten years ago, and Bai Liu ten years ago was not in this private welfare home at all, and it was impossible for Bai Liu ten years ago to know this information.

There is only one possibility. After ten years, Bai Liu returned to ten years ago in some form, and then painted these things on these children's paintings and left them in this private children's welfare home.

Ordinary people must be panicked when they encounter such a bizarre thing, but this only made Bai Liu further determine that this children's welfare home must be a [official game copy] of a [real world].

The only reasonable explanation for the confusion of these timelines is the official plot progress time of this game copy. Judging from the inscriptions of these paintings he left behind, I am afraid it is not now, but ten years ago.

Bai Liu's fingertips swept over the inscriptions of these paintings, his eyes sank slightly.

It is very likely that he will enter this game in the future, and has left some traces in the [Children's Welfare Institute game copy] ten years ago. With this [official version of the game copy] loaded into the [real world], put the Bai Liu left traces in the game and loaded it into the welfare home on the current timeline.

This is not a good thing.

The traces of the player will always remain in a certain game copy, which usually occurs after the customs clearance fails, just like Zhang Pup's death was alienated into a scorched corpse monster and remained in the copy of The Last Train forever. , the imprints of these deaths and failures will become part of the game, loaded into reality with the copy.

But the doomed ending did not frighten Bai Liu, he thought calmly.

At present, there are two places where Bai Liu is puzzled. His eyes slowly fell on the face of a boy in the corner of the first children's photo in 200X.

This boy has no emotion at all, and when he looks sideways at people, he has a feeling of being beaten by [you stupid mortals], and has a sense of alienation that is out of place. He is fourteen years old, and Bai Liu glanced at those strokes Sharp use of color exaggerated paintings.

This feeling of taking pictures, and this style of painting, are indeed what he liked to use when he was fourteen years old, and his usual posture when taking pictures.

Bai Liu didn't use this colorful style for a long time. Because it was too flamboyant, he was criticized for being mentally polluted by his boss a few times, and the market acceptance was not high. Bai Liu decisively gave up this style, and later never did it again. never painted.

These paintings and the [Bai Liu] photographed on them are indeed his usual style when he was fourteen years old, and the strange thing is that the information revealed in these paintings is indeed the information only known to the twenty-four-year-old Bai Liu. The problem is - if he was twenty-four years old in this game, then Bai Liu was pretty sure he wouldn't draw like this.

And if the settings of this game made Bai Liu's memory go back ten years in all aspects of his body, then it would be impossible for him to know the information that he only knew now.

This is a Bai Liu who has the memory of 24 years old, but has the style and personality of 14 years old. Logically speaking, Bai Liu thinks it is unlikely, because memory is an important factor in determining a person's style and personality. He has the back ten Years of memory, he will definitely not be what he was ten years ago.

Fourteen-year-old and twenty-four-year-old Bai Liu exist separately in the game copy of Children's Welfare Institute Ten Years Ago, which is the first point of Bai Liu's doubts.

The second point of doubt is—Bai Liu looked at the character sketch, which was a black and white character sketch. A girl was sitting on a hospital bed with a doll in her arms, curled up and hugged her knees, her eyes blindfolded. Wearing a white cloth, it is a very detailed sketch of a character.

But Bai Liu clearly remembered that he hated drawing sketches at the age of fourteen, because he liked things with strong colors at that time, and sketches with a relatively strong documentary style were very repelled by Bai Liu at that time. I also practice painting still lifes, and I basically don't paint people.

Why did the fourteen-year-old Bai Liu draw Liu Jiayi a sketch of a character he hated? At that time, Liu Jiayi was not born at all, and there should be no traces.

Could it be that Liu Jiayi will also enter this dungeon?

But even if Liu Jiayi enters the game, she is also a newcomer. Normally, her first dungeon should be a single-player game. This dungeon is obviously a multi-player dungeon, unless Liu Jiayi quickly cleared her first game and followed closely. After entering the multiplayer game where Bai Liu is located, she will appear in the painting.

But Liu Huai, a veteran player with certain experience, should not allow his sister to be so rash.

So why is this kid here?

Bai Liu thoughtfully swept through the entire painting, and finally his eyes stopped on the doll in Liu Jiayi's hand in the face——

——The doll in the painting had a white shirt and black trousers. The little girl was holding it in her hands. She turned her face to the outside and smiled. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong, but Bai Liu stared at it for a while and realized that something was wrong.

The doll's head turned too far, it didn't look like it was turning back, it looked like the head was twisted 180 degrees.

Bai Liu looked at the painting, fiddled with the coin he was hanging on his heart, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

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