124: the fat is in the fire?

Regarding the game "horror echo", Ye Bai had also watched a bit of the stream, and for now, the streaming results seemed quite good.

He had been a bit scared when he played it back then, even though he and Qin Yushan had made it together.

But once it was truly turned into a holographic game, it was quite terrifying.

The first "spirit pen" chapter had a playtime of about three hours, and the duration of each subsequent chapter was about the same.

It was enough to have these players screaming in terror.

After all, he had utilized every trick he knew from the horror movies, horror novels, and horror games he had experienced.

The scariest part of Chinese-style horror wasn't the ghosts, but the fact that you could never guess which person beside you was a ghost, and that you thought you had escaped, but in reality, you hadn't.

The final ending of the "spirit pen" chapter was that the player discovered Yu Shi, Chen Xiaohu, and Zheng Feilong were actually all ghosts; they had long since died.

That post had actually been made by Jiang Dashu, and in the very end, the player finally found a way to send away the "spirit pen".

Just when the player thought the "spirit pen" had been sent away and had enjoyed a period of peaceful days.

The player would, while washing their face one night, look up and see their reflection in the mirror smile at them.

The story ended right there.

When the Streamer finished playing the first chapter, she exited the game with a terrified and weak expression. "Family, the stream is over."

[Don't end the stream yet. How about we play another game? Streamer, don't leave me here all alone.]

[It's 3 AM, and I'm shivering in fear.]

[Haha, I've been holding my pee, and I don't dare to leave my blanket.]

[Who knew that when the Streamer was washing her face, I was also washing mine? Seeing that scene, I almost peed myself!]

The Streamer shivered, then yawned; she was both sleepy and terrified now.

"I can't do it anymore, I really have to sleep."

Saying this, she ended the stream. When she climbed out of the holographic pod, she saw that the lights in her home were still on as usual.

But the room, which clearly hadn't changed at all, seemed to have changed slightly.

Inside the cabinets, under the coffee table, the mirror, the bathroom...

There always seemed to be something in these places.

The Streamer tiptoed toward her bedroom; the less-than-one-minute walk pushed her heart rate to 160.

When she finally got into bed, she looked at the bright room and casually turned off the lights.

Instantly, darkness enveloped her.

"Snap!"

She slammed the light back on, her mouth stiff.

Forget it, I won't turn off the lights. It won't waste much electricity for one night anyway.

As for showering?

Forget it, forget it.

The Streamer shook her head violently, then closed her eyes.

In an instant, those terrifying scenes began to replay in her mind one by one.

"Haha, haha," the Streamer said, wanting to cry but having no tears, "who says people can't sleep with their eyes open? Haha!"

At this moment, she wasn't the only one unable to sleep. Some of the viewers who had run out of her stream were either forcing themselves to watch other streams to distract their attention.

Others started becoming suspicious the moment they entered the bathroom and saw the mirror. When washing their faces, they had to look up at the mirror from time to time, and then they would start having hallucinations.

And so, "Ahhhhhh!!"

It moved! It moved!

Others simply huddled in their holographic pods and refused to come out, but the horror seemed to linger over them.

Among them was a patient in the late stages of emotional illness named Hang Liang.

Originally, he lived his days like a walking corpse, with no emotions or feelings, just lying on his hospital bed waiting for death.

But today, his sister insisted on dragging him to watch the stream, so he just watched it.

Anyway, he didn't have any thoughts about it.

He knew his family hoped he would get better, but he couldn't do it. He knew they loved him very much, but he couldn't respond.

He felt like a tree; how could a tree have feelings?

But along with his sister's screams, Hang Liang suddenly and unconsciously felt some fear.

Fear... silently enveloped them.

After watching the stream, his sister fell asleep, hugging her arms and shivering.

The air was very quiet, so quiet that he could only hear his sister's breathing, but he didn't know why he suddenly felt a bit cold.

He tried to close his eyes, just like before, to engage in meaningless sleep.

But this time, the moment he closed his eyes, a ghostly face suddenly appeared.

Hang Liang couldn't help but shiver.

He hypnotized himself, "Sleep, sleep," yet the more he wanted to sleep, the less he could.

Those terrifying scenes replayed in his mind constantly. In the dark room, he stared with wide eyes, silently reaching out to pull the blanket over his head.

"Hoo... hoo..."

He didn't know if it was the sound of the wind or his sister's breathing, but he didn't dare to pull back the blanket to check.

Ever since his emotional illness reached the late stages, this was the first time he had felt fear.

When his mother came to see him in the morning, she saw him completely covered by the white blanket, and at that moment, his mother's heart almost exploded from fear.

She rushed over, "Son! Son!"

She pulled back the blanket and saw Hang Liang with his eyes open. His eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and he looked like he hadn't rested well.

"Son, are you okay? What happened?"

Hang Liang pulled his mouth into a smile, "Thanks to Hang Dong..."

"You... you spoke! And you smiled!" His mother looked shocked, her hand trembling so much she almost dropped the lunchbox on the floor.

She hurried out to find someone, "Doctor, my child smiled!"

The doctors arrived quickly. Seeing that Hang Liang, though exhausted, indeed carried a faint but real smile, they were also filled with disbelief.

The neural feedback systems of patients in the late stages of emotional illness were usually dormant. Spontaneously generating and expressing emotions was almost a miracle in medical records.

"What happened?" the doctor asked, while busily taking out instruments to carefully check Hang Liang's various physiological indicators.

Soon, the brain activity scan appeared. In the areas related to emotional response, such as the amygdala and prefrontal cortex, there were long-lost, albeit weak but clear, activity signals!

"A miracle... this is simply a miracle!"

Professor Li's voice trembled, "Mrs. Hang, what did Hang Liang experience last night? Please tell me every detail!"

Hangs Mother then remembered her daughter, Hang Dong, and hurriedly shook her daughter, who was still curled up asleep on the sofa, awake. "What did you and your brother do last night?"

Hang Dong rubbed her sleepy eyes and said groggily, "Just, just watched a stream, playing that new holographic horror game. Brother watched it with me..."

"What's wrong?"

She had just remembered the doctor saying to use as many entertainment activities as possible to stimulate the patient.

It just so happened she saw the Streamer's broadcast, and since she was quite scared watching it alone, she dragged her brother to watch it with her.

But now... did she cause trouble?