The Eerie Jushan Mental Hospital

'2333333, Brother Sun's breathing is starting to feel a bit strained.'

'Haha, everyone stop, Brother Sun's in a tough spot.'

'"Horror games are as easy as breathing for me."'

'Hahaha, someone hurry up and bring the big bro's respirator—he's having trouble breathing!'

'Big bro, don't panic. If it's tough, just stop streaming. We get it.'

'What do you know? Big bro is putting on a show for the stream!'

Even though he was streaming a horror game, even though it had only been a few minutes since it started.

The chat in the livestream room was already like New Year's Eve.

Watching the barrage of comments, Sun Yixie at this moment also felt a bit of embarrassment on his face.

This game was completely different from the horror games he had in mind!

The atmosphere, the visuals—the immersion they brought was almost too strong.

It even gave him the feeling that it was not inferior to a VR game.

The main reason was also the nature of horror games.

From a psychological standpoint, when a player stays focused on a game, they can achieve an extremely high level of immersion.

Other games basically rely on story, music, and the like to slowly draw the player in.

But horror games are different.

The player knows full well that they will be startled in this kind of game, but they don't know where the scare will come from.

Combined with the music and the scene's atmosphere, it naturally keeps the player continuously engaged with the game.

Similarly, this kind of effect also occurs in FPS games.

That's why players of these types of games often feel exhausted after playing for a while.

Because these games require the player to maintain a high level of concentration.

Glancing at the game screen, then at the chat beside him.

Sun Yixie slowly scooted his chair backwards, then pulled the mouse and keyboard farther away, placing them on his knees and a small stool next to him.

Trying to use a longer distance to make himself feel a bit more relaxed.

Of course, the result was a barrage of sarcastic comments in the livestream chat.

And it also made playing a bit inconvenient.

More importantly, Sun Yixie found that this didn't change anything for him at all.

Instead, because the distance was farther, it gave him an illusion that there were people beside him and behind him.

After squeezing through a gap in a wall, crawling into a ventilation duct, and glancing at the chat on the secondary screen, plus the fact that playing really felt uncomfortable.

Sun Yixie subconsciously looked around the room, and his voice grew louder, trying to boost his own courage.

"My goodness! What's there to be afraid of, damn it!"

"Tch! What's the point of panicking!"

"Does panicking help?"

"My goodness! Don't you still have to walk through it step by step?"

"What's the use of panicking?"

"I'm not scared at all!"

After crawling out of the ventilation duct, looking at the bloodstained walls around him, Sun Yixie swallowed his saliva without a trace.

At this moment, he had already controlled the character in the game to arrive in front of a half-open door. Without any caution, he pushed the door open.

The Next Moment, the game's music instantly became sharp and urgent. At the same time, a hanging corpse behind the door suddenly swung toward the game's protagonist.

Instantly filling the entire game screen.

The protagonist in the game and Sun Yixie outside the game let out a sharp scream together.

"Ahhh!"

The sudden shock made Sun Yixie repeat his previous face-covering move twice.

Panting heavily, Sun Yixie clearly felt his own heartbeat.

Thump, thump—strong and powerful.

All from being scared by that scene just now.

"My goodness, my goodness! It's fine if I scream, but why are you screaming too?" Sun Yixie said, trying to change the subject as he heard the protagonist's panting through the headphones.

No one might believe this, but the reason he screamed just now, besides the sudden scare from the door, was mainly because the protagonist in the game screamed first.

Startled, he heard the protagonist's voice in the game and then involuntarily followed along.

His calves, hidden from the camera under the desk, were trembling slightly. Sun Yixie only felt that the clothes on his back had been soaked through by the cold sweat from that scare.

One hand on his chest, Sun Yixie slowly took two deep breaths.

He looked at the game screen, hesitated for a moment, then stood up in the camera frame, turned the air conditioner down a notch, and grabbed a hooded down jacket from the cabinet beside him.

"Brothers, the AC is a bit too cold, I'm gonna put on a jacket," he said as he slipped into the down jacket, pulled up the hood, and placed his headphones over it, pressing them against his ears.

Seeing Sun Yixie's actions, the viewers in the livestream room naturally started spamming comments in unison.

'????????'

'Brother Sun's awesome, Brother Sun's just wearing a hood because his head's cold, not because he's scared.'

'Exactly, horror games are like breathing to Brother Sun, would he be afraid?'

'Brother Sun, don't panic, we know you're not scared.'

Watching the comments shift into sarcasm, Sun Yixie was furious but couldn't find any reason to argue back.

Fully geared up, Sun Yixie swapped a fresh battery into the camera that had run out of power and continued exploring.

Entering the room, his eyes landed on furniture smashed to pieces, blood splattered across the floor and walls, unidentified corpses lying on the ground and in cabinets, all of them missing their heads.

In night vision mode, the sickly green display made the game's atmosphere even more terrifying and eerie.

At least he didn't dare look directly at the corpses and severed limbs on the floor.

'Quick!'

Just as Sun Yixie reached the middle of the room, one of the 'corpses' suddenly spoke.

In the camera frame, Sun Yixie flinched violently, his usual squinting eyes going wide, though this time he didn't scream.

"My goodness! Scaring people to death is a real thing!"

Following the sound, he saw a man impaled on a steel bar, skewered like a kebab.

'Quick... quick... run!'

'Those people killed us... all of us... before they find you... quick...'

'Run out of... this building...'

After saying that, the dying man fell silent, clearly just a messenger in the game—no need to live once his lines were done.

But at this moment, Sun Yixie had no intention of uncovering the secrets of Jushan Mental Hospital.

He had only one thought: run!

Because the scene and atmosphere were just too oppressive.

Everything was filled with eeriness and unease.

Why did he have to play this game? Why did he have to explore this mental hospital!

"My goodness, let me go! Let me go!"

Using the camera's night vision, Sun Yixie left that oppressive Black Cage and arrived at a corridor with relatively ample light.

But he didn't notice that as he stepped into the hallway, a dark figure flashed past in the doorway beside him.