I play the horror world as a development game!

The bloodstains in the corridor made Qin Nuo feel uncomfortable. In order to avoid meeting the monster, he chose to walk in the opposite direction.

The black fog covered the entire campus, seriously blocking the vision, with a viewing range of less than two meters.

Horror comes from the unknown.

Walking in such an environment is like a blind man standing on a wall, walking in the dark. No one knows what kind of terrifying things will appear in the dark fog in front of you in the next second.

This extremely tests a person's heart and courage.

Qin Nuo is the same. The difference is that he has a blood-eyed ghost, who can sense the surging of ghost energy ten meters away and predict the danger, which makes him feel much more at ease.

"In such a dim environment, it always feels ridiculous to find a piece of candy."

Walking on the corridor of the complex building, Qin Nuo murmured while watching the door signs of the classroom passing by.

He is now on which floor and where the corridor is located. In short, he can't remember where he goes and where he finds it.

"After the black fog covered the school, the classrooms and corridors seemed to have obvious changes, and they always felt more dilapidated and more time-honored."

Qin Nuo looked at the cracks in the fence, and weeds grew from the cracks in the cracks.

In the classroom, the stools and chairs were almost weathered into wood powder.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the seats had shifted, as if something had left the seat.

On the podium, there was a faint sound of chalk head knocking on the blackboard to write...

Qin Nuo was stunned and stopped, thinking about whether to go in and take a look. Suddenly, some sounds were heard in his ears.

"The voice of the child?"

The sound was very close, Qin Nuo walked along the source of the sound, and soon, he came to the door of a classroom.

The windows are sealed and the doors are closed.

From time to time, a few terrifying sounds came from inside, and then a few unknown thrilling sounds were heard.

Crunch!

The wooden door suddenly opened at this moment, revealing a gap, and a woman's voice came from the gap: "Classmate, do you want candy, right?"

"Come in, you can get the candy you want."

Qin Nuo was stunned.

Adult voice, teacher?

Isn’t the teacher a cat, and he is also responsible for delivering candies?

"Go in and take a look, don't panic, I'm here." said the blood-eyed ghost.

The blood-eyed ghost said this, so Qin Nuo naturally couldn't be cowardly and pushed the door open and entered.

The moment I stepped into the room, my vision became clear and the appearance in the classroom was exposed.

It is a studio with painting boards arranged neatly, and there are several students sitting in the seats.

They were painting with concentration. Even if Qin Nuo came in, they did not look at each other. Their eyes were always on the drawing board and switched back and forth with the models on the podium.

But upon closer inspection, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were stiff, and beads of sweat were oozing out of their foreheads, as if they were suffering from tremendous pressure and fear.

There are still a few piles of rotten meat on the ground, which emits a bad smell, which makes people suffocate.

On the podium, the model being painted was a dry man with sunken eyes and protruding facial bones, like a dying addict who would fall to the ground and die at any time.

On the podium on one side, there is a rattan chair, which is automatically without wind.

But Qin Nuo clearly felt a ghostly aura there.

"Invisible Ghost." Qin Nuo confirmed at a glance that this ghost was mysterious and terrifying. As long as it was not revealed, it was difficult to guess what kind of strength it was.

"Don't worry, the teacher is not a cat, he is only responsible for delivering candy to you."

"The painting board is a sacred thing. It can present a world where a person's heart is endlessly imaginative, and it can also present the true beauty of all things in the world."

"Teachers like students who draw, especially those who draw well. If they draw well, they will reward candy. If they don't draw well, they will be punished with a little bit of punishment."

On the podium, a female voice like a royal sister came.

"There are punishments if you don't draw well. What's the difference between it and a cat?"

Qin Nuo looked at the rotten meat and blood on the ground and shook his head.

Is this the so-called small punishment?

Qin Nuo looked back and saw that the door had been closed tightly, like a trap waiting for someone to jump in.

Qin Nuo looked at the students who were painting, standing there sweating profusely. They were nervous, and their hands holding the sketch pen were trembling.

They were all doing their best to draw the skinny man.

Obviously, these students are all players. Unlike Qin Nuo, they may have bumped into it by chance.

After entering this studio, it seems that you have to complete your paintings and get the approval of the invisible teacher on the podium before you can leave the classroom.

At this moment, it jumped little by little with the clock on the wall.

The wicker chairs swaying on the podium suddenly stopped.

"Class 8, your time is up."

When the sound comes down, it's like a death sentence.

The player sitting in the No. 8 seat was surprisingly calm and turned his drawing board calmly.

In the drawing board, the thin man was huddled in the corner of the wall, and the painting was very vivid and vivid, expressing all the emotions such as withdrawal, fear, desolation, etc.

Even more vivid than what I painted!

The player seemed confident and said plainly: "Teacher, I hope I won't lose my candy."

The previous few players had a very bad drawing, even abstract and outrageous. They collapsed halfway through the drawing and wanted to force themselves to leave the classroom.

What’s strange is that when they left their seats, their bodies seemed to be cut, and dense blood lines appeared on the skin of their bodies.

As soon as I took a step, my whole body was scattered on the ground like parts. Countless pieces of meat emitted heat, blood flowed, and the drawing board was dyed red.

In this way, the remaining players' pupils suddenly contracted.

This is definitely a horror level or above!

At this moment, they all understood.

Falling into the trap.

Either draw or die!

No choice.

The other two killed players were also brutally killed because they were not satisfied with the painting.

This is tantamount to waiting for death for players who do not have the talent for painting.

But now the person who turned to the painting board happened to be a famous painter in the real world, a plain vase, and an ordinary person, in his writing, as if he was giving another layer of writing.

The life has become more profound and profound.

In order to ensure that his work is flawless, he completed the painting in ten minutes and spent twenty minutes modifying the flaws.

Turning to the drawing board at this moment, the player also looked a little nervous, but his eyes were brightly staring at the candies on the podium.

A chill came, and he knew it was the female teacher who had come down.

Then, a palm print appeared clearly on his drawing board.

The fingers are slender and slim, as if they are stroking and appreciating.

“It was very well drawn.”

"Lonely, panic, claustrophobic, sad... you vividly draw everything you should see. You are an excellent student."

The simple evaluation made the player feel relieved, but the words followed him froze again.

"It's just that what you painted is not what I want."

"You can't see his heart at all. You can only see what you can see on the surface. It's too naive."

The female teacher's voice was disappointed and a kind of inexplicable sorrow.

The player frowned and retorted in a deep voice: "Surface? The eyes are the windows of the heart, and even a little bit of glory in his eyes. This is a man who has experienced despair and is extremely autistic."

"This is his inner world, I presented it perfectly with a sketch pen, but you said it was the surface. What reason do you have to question my work?"

The player's voice was filled with anger, as if it was his own work of art, and was being trampled by others.

At this moment, he even ignored his role as a student, but instead tried hard to refute it with a respected and well-known painter.

The studio fell into silence.

The other party seemed to be criticized and had nothing to say.

The player snorted coldly, and he felt that his argument had won.

But the next second, the woman's answer came from the air: "It's very simple, because he is my husband."

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream rang out in the studio!