I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

In the school, Xiao Liu wasn't sure if there was something unusual, but after seeing Qin Nuo's smile, he was certain.

"No, I'll just stay put and guard my own post. Whether it's lively or not is their business," Xiao Liu waved his hand dismissively.

Qin Nuo glanced at the military coat hanging on the back of the chair and asked, "How well do you know the old security guard?"

"I've known him for two days. He's a nice guy, my predecessor in this role, worked here for over a decade, no children or family, quite pitiful."

Xiao Liu had a good impression of the old security guard and said, "Last night, some troublemaking ghosts came to the school gate, and he handled them for me."

Qin Nuo nodded slightly, thinking that the old man seemed familiar with those little ghosts, and perhaps he could get some clues through him.

After chatting casually with Xiao Liu for a bit, Qin Nuo didn't linger and left the school.

When he returned, the moonlight was much clearer, and the path beneath his feet was visible, not as frightening as when he came.

It was around midnight when Qin Nuo returned home. The door opened to a cold, messy house.

Qin Nuo's expression shifted slightly—had Qin Feng's mother returned?

He changed into slippers, found no one in the living room, checked the rooms, and still found no one. But when he returned to his own room, he was a bit stunned.

His room had been ransacked, drawers and cabinets opened, clothes, books, and papers scattered all over the floor in a mess.

"Did a thief break in?" Qin Nuo frowned, picking up the scattered items, noticing dirty black footprints everywhere.

"The door wasn't forced open, the windows were closed, whoever it was used a key, it must be someone from the house."

"Besides Qin Feng's mother, the only other person could be Qin Feng's father. Why would he rummage through his son's room, looking for money? Has he gone mad to this extent?"

Looking at the state of the room, Qin Nuo could imagine a furious person rummaging through everything with madness in his eyes.

"How bad must the relationship between father and son be?" Qin Nuo tidied up the mess, needing to understand how Qin Feng felt about his father based on the role he was playing.

Confrontational?

Or submissive?

While cleaning, Qin Nuo accidentally found a questionnaire assignment, asking what Qin Feng desired most. Below was Qin Feng's answer.

The handwriting was crooked, not pretty, but legible.

Qin Feng's answer was very direct and unconventional: "I wish for my father to die, in the most painful way possible. If I had a choice, I'd want to be the one to kill him. Why is such scum my father? Why does he get to live a life of indulgence in this world?"

"That night, he came back again, sitting in the hall, smoking and drinking, the trash can full of disgusting things. I saw my mother, she was sitting in the room, also smoking, but her face was covered in various injuries."

"She saw me, just smiled without saying a word."

"My father saw me, staggered over, grabbed my collar, called me a bastard, useless, wasting family money on useless studies, and spat on my face."

"I never submitted to this scum, his vile tone and the pungent smell of alcohol fueled my murderous intent. When he turned around, I grabbed the scissors on the table and stabbed at his abdomen without hesitation."

"But my strength was too small, only piercing his coat and slightly cutting his skin. He turned and slapped me, cursing, and pinned me to the table with the scissors aimed at my face!"

"At that moment, my mother suddenly came out, stabbing a fruit knife at my father's head. He dodged, but one ear was still cut off."

"Blood splattered on my face, hot. My mother ignored his screams, dragged me into a room, and locked the door."

"Outside, there were all sorts of curses and sounds of things being thrown and smashed. It took a long time to calm down. When I went out, my parents were gone. That night, I slept restlessly, replaying the scene of killing my father over and over in my mind..."

Qin Feng's answer was long, the twisted characters filled the entire sheet, the deeper the writing, the more it almost pierced through the paper.

One could imagine the depth of resentment Qin Feng had when writing these words.

The paper wasn't graded, nor brought to the classroom, just a way for Qin Feng to vent his frustrations.

However, it greatly helped Qin Nuo, giving him a clearer direction on how to portray the family dynamics. He carefully organized everything and placed it back in the book's pages.

Sleepiness washed over him, and without much thought, Qin Nuo changed clothes, too lazy to shower, and lay on the bed, locking the door for safety.

Qin Feng's father probably came back looking for money, maybe found some, maybe not, but left after rummaging through things.

Such a father played a dangerous role in the family, perhaps that night he should have listened to his mother and teamed up to kill this scum of a father.

With these thoughts, Qin Nuo gradually drifted into sleep.

...

The time to work at the bun shop was after ten, so Qin Nuo had enough sleep.

Light filtered through the curtains onto his face, and he heard a few crisp sounds, opening his eyes to see the dispelling bell hanging on the rack, swaying in the wind and making a clear sound.

Checking the time, it was already past ten. Qin Nuo yawned, dragged himself up to wash up.

Out of the bathroom, his stomach growled with hunger. Qin Nuo opened the fridge, intending to eat the buns he brought back last night, only to find the bag of meat buns gone, with just one rolling aside.

Qin Nuo's face darkened, the thief was obvious. He stuffed the last bun into his mouth, finding the fermented dough hard and the meat sour, quite inedible.

He spat it out, tossed it in the trash, grabbed his keys, and left.

The light outside was much brighter today, but still accompanied by mist, a faint chill in the air.

Qin Nuo left the house, walked into an alley, but at the corner, he heard an ethereal, ghostly laugh, sending shivers down his spine.

Turning his head, he saw a small figure in the white mist not far away.

It faced Qin Nuo, but aside from its mouth, the rest of its face was unclear, its mouth split open in a cheerful laugh.

The laughter was joyful, but in the current setting and atmosphere, it was especially terrifying!

Qin Nuo's face twitched, not wanting to provoke these spontaneously appearing game NPCs, he pretended not to see and turned to leave.

"Brother, where are you going? Come play with me, you haven't played hide and seek with Xiaole for a long time!"

Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched, the figure knew Qin Feng, what was its relationship with the role he was playing?

However, when Qin Nuo turned back, the small figure in the mist was already gone.

The layers of mist were dispersing, revealing an open space to Qin Nuo's eyes.

It was a well, seemingly abandoned for a long time, surrounded by weeds, with moss climbing all over the wellhead...