Wang Hao didn’t bother with it for the mont, if his character inexplicably starved to death, it would be a loss for sure.
He picked up the kitchen knife from the kitchen, still sharp enough.
He swung it vigorously a couple of tis, his sense of security returned.
The world’s greatest fear was the fear of insufficient firepower, if one held a hydrogen bomb, all demons and ghosts would disperse.
On the left-hand side of the living room was a bedroom, where they usually rested. In there was a box of toys, indicating that the children often played there to pass the ti.
"Biaozi" was playing with a Luban Lock, chuckling "hehe" foolishly while doing so.
On the right-hand side of the living room was a separate Paperman house, in a dim room, hundreds of lifelike paper figures were displayed. Their vivid red lips looking as if they were stained with fresh blood.
As he neared this room, the chirping of the insects outside suddenly fell silent, as if sothing had blocked all outside noises, except for the tinkling sound of wind chis swinging gently in the breeze.
This calm made Wang Hao feel sowhat uneasy.
A prompt popped up before his eyes: [Grandma said that you should not enter the Paperman house normally, you can only enter when it’s dangerous.]
He picked up a paper figure that had fallen on the door fra; it only had an outline of a face with a pair of eyes painted in red, the eyes looked eerily realistic, making him involuntarily touch them.
For so reason, Wang Hao always felt like eyes were watching his back, making him quite uncomfortable.
His heartbeat unconsciously sped up, one had to admit, the ga developers were quite ticulous, the entire setup of the scene, and the rendering of Chinese horror were quite spot-on.
In the direction facing the door of the Paperman house was a mirror draped in red cloth.
Grandma must have relied on the craft of "Paperman" to support the family... What a curse, to have to deal with such things.
Suddenly!
"Screech—" a soft noise.
He heard the sound of chairs and tables moving in the living room.
The sound ca abruptly, and coupled with standing at the entrance of the Paperman house holding a fallen paper figure, even though he knew he was just experiencing a ga script, cold sweat swiftly broke out on his back.
"Could there be ghosts in the living room?"
Wang Hao cried out in excitent internally, the real plot had finally begun.
And he happened to be holding a kitchen knife!
His heart was pounding crazily, but his actions were extrely cautious, trying to move into the living room as silently as possible.
He felt the palms holding the ga controller were sweating.
However, there was no one in the living room; the sound of the chair moving only happened once and didn’t occur again.
"Was it you who moved the chair just now?" he asked his foolish brother.
"No... I was in the bedroom all the ti. Grandma said, if you hear noises, it’s just rats moving, not to worry about it," he replied honestly.
At this mont, there ca a knocking sound "bang~ bang~ bang" from the yard.
He went to the yard and through the crack of the gate, saw the old neighbor knocking on the door.
The old neighbor looked gaunt, his figure tall, and with the dense fog obscuring his features, it was hard to make out his face.
"Bang bang bang"
The knocking grew heavier and more urgent, as if the wooden door was about to be smashed open, swallowing his fear, Wang Hao stepped forward to ask, "Who is it?"
"I’m looking for your grandma!" said the old man outside: "Is your grandma ho?"
This ti, three options appeared.
①Open the door
②(Lie) "My grandma is inside cutting Paperman!"
③(Other).
"This damn Ga, as long as death is real, you really die," Wang Hao’s expression tensely chose option 2, "My grandma is cutting out a Paperman in the room!"
"Do you want to see this Paperman?"
"Oh, never mind."
After saying this, the old man turned around and left.
Step by step, neither hurried nor slow.
For so reason, his movents looked sowhat stiff, as if he had seen them sowhere before.
"This old man..."
Wang Hao returned to the living room and rearranged the chair that had shifted back to its original place.
He noticed that the distance the chair had moved away from the table was just enough to comfortably seat an adult.
He glanced again at his foolish brother, who was still muttering to himself in the bedroom.
"Scaring oneself like this, only fools do that... Are the mice in the house too big?"
The ga character had eaten tonight’s dinner.
"Ti to eat, bro!"
The foolish brother ran over in a flash and ate at the dining table.
Then, the two returned to the bedroom and began to explore various toys.
These toys were quite interesting: tangram, nine linked rings, Luban Lock, and others, everything one could think of, including a set of chess.
However, Wang Hao did not dare to play the ga of "fighting against oneself" in chess. He was afraid that if he played halfway, the chess pieces might start moving on their own, and that would be scaring himself.
Thus, the first day passed by cautiously and safely.
Surprisingly, nothing happened at night, and the old neighbor did not co back to cause trouble.
The two slept well, having a very peaceful night.
...
[One night had passed, and you wake up again.]
The next day began with a bright perspective.
The second day continued to be calm, without many incidents, and the old neighbor did not knock on the door.
Instead, a creature resembling a tiger kept scratching at the wooden door with its claws, baring its teeth as if wanting to co inside.
When approaching the wooden door, his brother shouted, "Grandma once told that there were Biaozi on the back mountain. When Biaozi is hungry, it cos down the mountain to find food, so we can’t open the door."
Oh, so it was a Biaozi.
In ancient cultural texts, Biaozi ranked between tigers and leopards as a mysterious animal. Its body was slightly smaller than a normal tiger, covered in brown velvet without the black stripes of tiger skin, appearing remarkably conspicuous in the white fog.
Wang Hao, having nothing to do, did not know what he should do, and his foolish brother didn’t know much either. They studied the Biaozi through the door.
Wang Hao, holding a Kitchen Knife, separated by a door, tried to talk with the "Biaozi", "Biaozi, can’t you really co in?
"Do you know the secret of this place?"
"Can you beat a ghost?"
"The fence of this yard isn’t very high, you should be able to jump right in, right? This broken door, if you hit it hard enough, you could break it down, right?"
Biaozi heard his voice, anxiously pacing back and forth behind the door. After realizing it was futile, it continued to vigorously scratch at the door.
Creak, creak...
But despite scratching for a long ti, it ultimately neither broke through the door nor jumped over from the fence wall. As the sky darkened, it left resentfully.
Wang Hao quietly exclaid, "What a pity."
Now the unknown mysteries had risen to four: the mirror, the neighborly old man, the Paperman, and the Biaozi that had just left.
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