[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 1 - How Salted Fish Work

Repair suggestion: The process of retesting players must read the instructions before starting the game]

According to experience, after this line is written, the back-end reply will be displayed on the notebook immediately, even if it is not a repaired response, at least it is "received". class confirmation. But Fu Yan waited for a few seconds and saw no reply.

He thought for a while, and then wrote: [Have you received it? ]

There was still no change on the page, as if it was just an ordinary paper copy.

"..." Fu Yan felt that something was amiss, but he wasn't sure if it was a deliberately scary trick by a horror game. In order to confirm whether there was anyone in the backstage, he wrote a "workplace ban"——

[The boss is stupid X! 】

Still no reply. Fu Yan was sure: no one responded to even scolding the boss, the horror game team was really in "placement mode"!

He was not in a hurry, he closed the book with a snap, put the things back in his pocket, and climbed out of bed.

——As soon as you come, let's take it easy, let's go and see.

Fu Yan first looked through the school doctor's office where he was.

He originally thought that he woke up here, and the story should also be related to this place. As a result, it turned around for a long time. Except for the darkness outside and the flickering of the desk lamp, there were basically no elements related to "terror" in the school doctor's office.

Maybe someone else would find the creaking hospital bed terrifying, the pale and pale curtain terrifying, the night wind blowing hummingly terrifying, and the environment where there is no electricity except the desk lamp is even more terrifying. Even this dilapidated school doctor's office, which is suspected to be abandoned, is terrifying itself.

But Fu Yan didn't feel anything about these things.

To him, this place was no different from the opening screen of a horror game. At first glance, it was a bit intimidating, but after two seconds, he got used to it. He even expected Li Gui to appear directly in the dim light of the lights, but unfortunately, no ghosts appeared at all.

Finally, Fu Yan found a line of words from a dusty work log that seemed useful.

The handwriting was messy and trembling, and it took Fu Yan two seconds to recognize what was written.

[Ke Xinya, grade 2, class 3, fell to her death! 】

Fu Yan's spirit is lifted: here!

There were a few lines of small print at the bottom of the page, and he began to read it carefully.

[Around 11:00 noon, a student came to report that Ke Xinya had jumped off the building, so I went to see the scene.

There are no vital signs.

At 11:10, the ambulance took her away. 】

These few lines of words are very simple, but the fewer the words, the bigger the things.

Looking back, there is no information about this Ke Xinya. Fu Yan vaguely felt that he had seen this name before, so he went back and looked at it, and sure enough, he found another record.

[Ke Xinya from Grade 2, Class 3 is injured again. I suspect that school violence is happening, but she refuses to be honest about who is hurting her. Did her parents not come to the school to confirm this? Maybe I should talk to her head teacher. ]