The dirty objects in the copy, patients who lost their parts, and bloody altars are all one by one.

In the room, the light of the monitor flashed.

The distorted shadow behind Shi Qian stood up, as if curious about what he was doing.

Crackly, Shi Qian's hands quickly entered keywords on the keyboard, Yan winter.

No one was found!

Enter multiple keywords in succession, doctors in winter, attending physicians, etc., but there is still no information feedback.

"It seems that I need to leave."

Shi Qian turned off the computer.

Enter the Thriller Forum again in the system.

Trying to find the same situation as others, but there is no such thing as the game copy information exposed by other players has nothing to do with reality at all.

He is not the only one who has this idea.

But the only one who has something to do with reality is that he is this time.

Is it the thriller game that distorts reality, or is it that reality enters the game?
Chapter completed!