'2333333, Brother Sun seems to be having a little trouble breathing.'
'Hahaha, everyone stop it, Brother Sun has his difficulties.'
'"Horror games are as easy as breathing to me."'
'Hahaha, somebody hurry up and bring Big Bro his ventilator, he's having trouble breathing!'
'Big Bro, don't panic. If you're having difficulties, then don't stream. We understand you.'
'What do you know? Big Bro is just putting on a show for the stream!'
Even though he was streaming a horror game, and it had only been a few minutes since it started.
The chat was already as lively as New Year's.
Looking at the comments in his stream, Sun Yixie felt a little embarrassed.
This game was completely different from the horror games he had imagined!
The atmosphere, the visuals, the immersion—it was simply too intense.
It even felt no less immersive than a VR game.
That was mainly because of the nature of horror games.
From a psychological perspective, when players focused on a game, they could achieve an exceptionally high level of immersion.
Most other games used stories, music, and the like to gradually draw players in.
But horror games were different.
Players knew they would definitely be scared in this kind of game, yet they had no idea where the scare would come from.
Combined with the music and atmosphere of the setting, they naturally kept players focused on the game.
The same applied to FPS games.
That was why players felt exhausted after playing those kinds of games for too long.
Because those games required intense concentration.
He looked at the game screen, then glanced at the chat beside it.
Sun Yixie slowly retreated backwards in his chair, then pulled the mouse and keyboard farther away, placing them on his lap and a small stool beside him.
He tried to relax himself by keeping some distance.
Naturally, the result was all sorts of sarcastic comments from the chat.
It also made the game a little inconvenient to play.
More importantly, Sun Yixie discovered that this did not change anything at all.
On the contrary, the increased distance gave him the illusion that there were people beside and behind him.
After slipping through a crack in the wall and crawling into a ventilation duct, he glanced at the comments on his second monitor again. Combined with how uncomfortable it was to play like this,
Sun Yixie instinctively looked around the room. His voice grew louder as he tried to bolster his courage.
"Damn it! What the hell is there to be scared of?!"
"Tch! Why the hell would I panic?!"
"Would panicking help?"
"Damn it, don't I still have to walk through this step by step?"
"What's the point of panicking?"
"I'm not scared at all!"
After crawling out of the ventilation duct and seeing the Bloodstain-covered walls around him, Sun Yixie swallowed quietly.
At this point, he had guided his in-game character to a half-open door. Completely unprepared, he pushed it open.
The next instant, the game's music became shrill and frantic. At the same time, a hanging corpse behind the door suddenly swung toward the protagonist.
It instantly filled the entire screen.
The protagonist in the game and Sun Yixie outside it both let out sharp screams.
"Ahhhhh!"
The sudden scare made Sun Yixie cover his face again, repeating his earlier move.
Panting heavily, Sun Yixie could clearly feel his heart beating.
Thump, thump—strong and powerful.
It was all because of that scene just now.
"Damn it, damn it! Fine, I screamed, but why the hell did you scream too?!" Sun Yixie listened to the protagonist panting through his headset, trying to change the subject.
No one would believe it, but although the jumpscare when he opened the door had startled him, the main reason he screamed was that the protagonist in the game had cried out first.
After being startled, he heard the protagonist speak, and he instinctively cried out along with him.
His calves, hidden beneath the desk and out of the camera's view, trembled slightly. Sun Yixie only felt that the cold sweat from that scare had soaked the clothes on his back.
With one hand pressed against his chest, Sun Yixie slowly took two deep breaths.
He looked at the game screen and hesitated briefly. Then, visible on camera, he stood up, lowered the air conditioner's temperature a little, and took a hooded down jacket from the cabinet beside him.
"Brothers, the AC is set too low. It's a little cold, so I'm going to put on some clothes." As he spoke, Sun Yixie put on the down jacket, pulled up the hood, and placed his headphones over it.
Seeing Sun Yixie's actions, the viewers naturally began flooding the chat with comments in unison.
'????????'
'Brother Sun is amazing. He only put on a hood because his head was cold, not because he was scared.'
'Exactly. Horror games are like breathing to Brother Sun. Would he be scared?'
'Brother Sun, don't panic. We know you're not scared.'
Watching the chat turn increasingly sarcastic, Sun Yixie was furious but could not find any reason to refute them.
After fully gearing up, Sun Yixie replaced the battery in the camera, which had run out of power, and continued exploring.
Upon entering the room, he saw nothing but smashed furniture. The floor and walls were covered in blood, and unidentified corpses lay on the ground and inside cabinets. Every one of those corpses was missing its head.
Under night vision mode, the sickly green image added even more terror and eeriness to the game's atmosphere.
At the very least, he did not dare look at the corpses and severed limbs on the ground.
'Run!'
Just as Sun Yixie reached the middle of the room, one of the "corpses" suddenly spoke.
On camera, Sun Yixie's whole body shuddered in fright. His usually narrow eyes widened dramatically, though this time, he did not scream.
"Damn it! People can scare people to death!"
Following the voice, he saw that the speaker was a man impaled on steel rebar like a skewer.
'Run... run...!'
'Those people killed us... all of us... while they haven't noticed you... hurry...'
'Get out of... this building...'
After saying that, the dying man fell silent. Clearly, he was just a messenger in the game; once he had delivered his lines, there was no need for him to stay alive.
But at this moment, Sun Yixie had absolutely no desire to investigate the secrets of Jushan Mental Hospital.
He had only one thought: run!
Because the scene and atmosphere were simply too oppressive.
Everything was filled with strangeness and unease.
Why had he played this game? Why did he have to explore this Psychiatric Hospital?!
"Damn it, let me leave! Let me leave!"
Using the camera's night vision function, Sun Yixie left the oppressive Black Cage and arrived in a corridor with relatively ample lighting.
However, he did not notice that when he entered the corridor, a black shadow flashed past inside the door beside him.