Chapter 23: Something’s wrong with this game.
Lao Wang said that the game has been a bit annoying lately.
He was obviously the one who unearthed the treasure game "Princess Dungeon" first, but he didn't get much in the way of bonuses.
It can't be said that he didn't eat, but he ordered the food, and the other unlucky European Emperor technology geeks ate a lot of food one by one. However, he didn't get anything in the later period, and he didn't even gain much in the number of fans.
Watching them make money is really more uncomfortable than losing money yourself.
I was obviously here first, so why didn’t I get to eat the most cake?
Although I am still in the first echelon of the anchor world, the longer I stay in this industry, the more I feel like I am walking on thin ice.
Except for a very few people, there are very few anchors who can live for more than three years.
Most anchors will eventually degenerate into the living area and take part in the "Don't Laugh Challenge", "Fake Meal Challenge" and "Read Comments", and then they can retire gloriously with a wave of bad money.
But as a fairly ideal game up owner, Lao Wang said that the game cannot be like this.
"No, what kind of work should I do next?"
At this moment, it was already close to 8 o'clock in the evening.
This time was the time he had agreed to live broadcast, but he couldn't even think of what he should live broadcast today. He could only use his traditional art, the art of transformation.
Today, Sajia is the king pigeon and grandpa pigeon!
Just as he was preparing for today's update, he noticed that his text message on the site lit up.
Living Immortal: "Are you there? I just recently made an educational game that promotes traditional culture and populism. Can you help me test it out?" At
eight o'clock in the evening, new game, unfamiliar fans.
The combination of various conditions makes Lao Wang say that the game has a premonition of element detection.
I usually make it myself, but it seems like someone is going to make it myself today.
But that’s fine too.
I've been so addicted to "Princess Dungeon" recently that I haven't complained about a bad game for a long time.
So today, I can just make a new game, adjust the rhythm, and give fans a little freshness.
So, he immediately replied: "Yes, please send it over. But I want to ask in advance, can I use your game for live broadcast?" "
Yes."
"You should know my style. There may be some mistakes during my live broadcast. Can you accept the more offensive language?"
"No problem."
Although Lao Wang's words are more aggressive during live broadcasts or videos, he is essentially quite good.
Before complaining about a small game that someone else sent him unsolicited, he would first communicate with the game's creator to make sure that the other person is not particularly jealous, and then he would start.
Subsequently, a game of more than 600 MB was sent.
Looking at the size of this game, Lao Wang thought of Fang Cheng's game for no reason, and couldn't help but sigh: "You can't generalize between people and people. How did he manage to be as small as Fang Cheng?"
While waiting for the game to download. During the process, Lao Wang set up the live broadcast equipment and then connected the heart rate monitor to himself.
He already had a premonition that this thing might be a horror game. After all, who doesn't want to play a healing game at night?
The heart rate monitor is a better tool. The audience just liked to see his heart rate tachycardia, his mouth dry and his mouth dry, and then he screamed randomly.
But who is Lao Wang?
That's a character who would glance under the skirt of a female ghost when she passes by.
Sadako is his dream girl, and the nurse sister from Silent Hill is his absolute idol.
Fear? nonexistent.
It's almost time. Lao Wang put his live broadcast screen and game screen on the same screen, and then started today's live broadcast.
As soon as the live broadcast room opened, a group of die-hard fans rushed in. "Old Wang, we're here to deliver food again."
"What are you going to cook today? Put it in my mouth first, and show me four dishes and one soup."
"Old Wang, listen to my brother's advice, you are not good at this. Anchor, but cooking."
"My takeout has arrived, white rice mixed with white rice, I'm just waiting for Lao Wang to deliver the food to me."
"Get out!" Lao Wang said unhappily, "Sajia is also a former gamer after all. Is it okay to be a professional player at the same time?"
"Yes, yes, a professional player who fights landlords. The classic operation of four 2s and two kings can only be performed by a professional like you." The
audience burst into laughter, and the live broadcast room suddenly burst into laughter. The air is full of joy.
Lao Wang didn't bother to get to know this group of people.
Opening the game, he said to everyone: "Today, let's complain about a game, a new game made by a friend of mine." "
Is this friend of yours yourself?"
Ignoring the remarks of these troublemakers, Lao Wang continued : "I just got this game. The name is: 'Promoting traditional culture starts with me'..."
After a moment of silence, Lao Wang said helplessly: "No, what kind of game name is this! How do you name the game? Who did you learn it from? Do you think you are from Fangcheng?"
After taking a breath, Lao Wang continued: "Okay, okay, let's not complain about the name, let's get into the game. The graphics of this game... are pretty good! I guess. Which game's mod did you use to change it?"
In order to better fit the dream world, Fang Cheng specially changed it to a magic filter, which made the game screen ethereal and dreamlike.
Entering the game, Lao Wang did not see the novice guide and appeared directly in a narrow room.
The game is played from a first-person perspective, and the protagonist's hands and feet cannot be seen, not even the shadow.
Looking around, Lao Wang found that the graphics of the game were very exquisite, and it felt like the 1980s and 1990s.
An old electric fan spins overhead, a green refrigerator makes a buzzing sound, the simple concrete floor is full of pits, and there are even quotations from great men posted on the walls.
All of this brought Lao Wang Shuo Game back to the 1980s in an instant.
"This detail is amazing." Lao Wang couldn't help but say, "But it's still a common problem for newcomers. There is no novice guidance." Just
after Lao Wang finished his homework, he heard a "squeak" sound, which made him jump and feel Something is coming out.
The bedroom door was pushed open, and a kind-hearted old man appeared at the door: "My dear, grandpa is going out for a trip. You can just play around at home and come back for dinner when the time is up. But remember, no matter who talks to you , don’t even answer. You can’t eat anything from outside, only food from home can be eaten.”
“Don’t look in the mirror, don’t play with water, and don’t touch sharp things. And grandpa’s room, don’t go in under any circumstances, do you understand? "
The old man has a kind appearance and a gentle tone of voice.
But for some reason, Lao Wang always felt an indescribable weirdness when he saw the other person.
It's like seeing someone in a dream, obviously very familiar, but unable to remember who he is.
Before Lao Wang could figure it out, the other party had already closed the door and the footsteps slowly left.
After thinking for a while, Lao Wang walked towards the door and walked out quietly.
Outside the door is the living room of the family. Opposite the living room is a room with a lock on it. It seems that that is grandpa's room.
Obviously everything was very ordinary and even had a warm feeling, but Lao Wang just felt something was wrong.
This something wrong seemed to come from some kind of instinct, which made him unable to help but think about it constantly, and the more he thought about it, the more horrified he became.
Finally, someone in the live broadcast room spoke: "Have you noticed that when Lao Wang left the room just now, the door didn't ring?" After
thinking about it, a feeling of fear came over, making Lao Wang shudder.
There's something...something wrong with this game!
(End of chapter)